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Sitting atop a wooden stool, his tail limp and dangling in disinterest over the weathered surface of the seat, was a teenage Fox who was staring at the slowly moving hands of a white, sun-tarnished clock.

It was agony, only another half an hour until his shift at the rest stop convenience store was over, and he was free to head home to do something, anything other than man the store that hardly anyone bothered to use.

Sure, the truckers flooded into the rest stop parking lot out back, and made easy use of their showers and low cost parking, but that was the twenty four hour parking attendant's problem, All he had to do was watch the store, and gas station, which unlike the other areas of the rest stop, were not open twenty-four hours.

It had been a slow night, as if the longer ones were any less boring to the adolescent, but thankfully, he had no customers to attend to, and was able to do what he did best on the shift, stare at the clock and wait for it to end.

Once the clock hit eleven forty five, he felt it was all going to end smoothly, a thought that quickly was dissipated by the obvious beaming of headlights pulling purposefully up to the frontmost parking space, an exasperated sigh left the fox's maw as he watched the vehicle's driver hop out, seemingly panicked, and going right for the front doors.

"Just my fucking luck..." The Fox said with a sigh as he watched the doors open and in walked the final interruption to his wallowing.

Jason, the red wolf that entered the store, his dainty body approached the counter with nervousness, his handpaws pressed down on the counter as he leaned toward the Fox with a curious glare.

"Can I Help you?" Asked the bored Fox.

"Y- yeah definitely, uhh, well, my car's making a terrible noise and I have no idea what it is, your sign says garage service?" Jason pleaded.

The Fox sighed and pointed disinterestedly at a sign that hung over the register.

'Mechanic Hours, 9-5PM'

Jason felt his heart sink, sighing, and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he stepped back.

"Damnit, uhhh, okay...Can I stay out back, I'll sleep in my car, I NEED to get this noise fixed, I'm on my way to meet my boy- uhh, brother..." Jason said, catching himself, still not a fan of letting others know he was taken, let alone by another man.

"Uh-huh...I don't care..." The Fox said and motioned toward the back of the store, where the truckers would be in rows sleeping.

"Thank you, you're an angel!" Jason excitedly said, heading out of the store without another word, hopping into his car which screeched loudly as he pulled around the back of the store.

"Uh-huh..." The Fox said, thanking his lucky stars that only seven minutes of his shift remained.

It may have been fate, or just purely bad luck, but just as Jason paid the attendant for a night, and pulled into one of the spots in between two large semis, his engine went from screeching, to a loud bang, smoke pouring from the hood shortly after.

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed, slamming his soft paw against the steering wheel, exiting his car and sighing, looking at the hood.

"Oooh boy, that's a bad sound huh?" Said a gruff voice behind the wolf, sending his ears up in a perk as he turned around to meet who spoke.

Sitting on the curb across from the parking spots, was an older, bearded swine, his fat body covered in a tattered green sweater, stained with various spots, and a gray pair of torn, sweaty, distressed sweatpants, his calloused pink lips being licked over as he spoke.

"Yeah, It really is...and the mechani-'' Jason started, the Swine cutting him off.

"Ain't here till nine yeah, good luck with that, he drinks like a fish, you're lookin' at twelve at least." The Swine spoke, smirking as he did, leaning back with an air of confidence to him.

Despite his disgusting clothing and a smell Jason could almost smell from feet away, the Swine seemed to have a wide smile, his situation not seeming to bother him in the slightest, if anything, he seemed happy, calm, friendly even.

Being from the city, Jason was only used to the rather awful, aggressive types of homeless folks, or those merely pretending to be homeless for a free hand out, meeting someone in that situation with a genuine smile was definitely foreign.

"I uhh, damn...I really gotta get going though, do you know anything about cars?" Jason asked, his own worries trumping his better judgment.

"Pop the hood, sweetheart, lemme see what ol' Durn can do for ya." The Swine spoke as he stood up, grunting as he maneuvered his obese dirty form over to the smaller canine, his smirk unwavering.

"S- sweetheart?" Jason asked, taken aback by the filthy swine's seemingly kind attitude, this just got stranger and stranger, as he complied and pulled the handle, letting his hood open, bellowing even more smoke.

"What else would I call ya, I mean just lookit ya?" Durn smirked, out of breath just from the short stride over to his car, "Uggh, sorry kiddo, I'm no fitness guru...now let's see what we got here..."

Jason smiled, this pig was disgusting, his body odor hit the twink wolf's nose like a train, the pure pungent scent causing him to recoil at first, keeping his mouth closed out of consideration, after all he was attempting to help him, that is not something you typically reward with insulting one's hygiene.

"Ohhh, fuck me runnin', you don't get oil changes often do ya?" Durn asked, his bearded face going from a smile to a genuine look of concern.

"I, uh, don't, Is that bad?" The oblivious wolf asked, pursing his lips and pushing his fingertips together.

"Fuck yeah it's bad, I'd call you silly but, you're too damn cute...You blew a piston kid, this ain't gonna be a one day fix, especially if it breached the engine wall." Durn said, rubbing his sweaty, dirt encrusted forehead with his right hand.

Jason should have felt concern for his vehicle, even worse yet, his situation of being stranded until a drunk mechanic could be bothered to attempt repairing it, but his face was a pure red blush that nearly matched the twink's red fur itself.

"I...uh...th- thanks...heh..." Jason replied, trying, and failing to conceal his blush.

Durn smirked widely, lifting his arms in a stretch as he spoke, sending another waft of his grotesque scent right into Jason's nose, equally as powerful as his first whiff.

"Hmm, somethin tells me you aint focused on the car, cuties like you never are, you got a hankerin' for something else don't ya?" Durn assumed, correctly, the flustered wolf's face hardly concealing his flattered nature.

He should of been disgusted, but, there was something else other than the disgusting nature Durn had physically, even though he was happily mated, Jason couldn't help but enjoy the cocky, humorous attitude that Durn seemed to usher, and as ashamed as he was to admit it, that disgusting scent, that pungent odor that wafted off the obese swine was awful, it was sickly, it was raw, it was manly, And he couldn't deny, he wanted more.

"M- Maybe..." Jason said, far too flustered by the compliments, scent, and presence of the large swine.

"Heheheh, fuckin' precious, c'mere kiddo, I wanna show ya somethin..." Durn teased, turning his heavy body toward the curb where he previously sat.

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How did it come to this, all he wanted was a mechanic, but now, on his knees, staining his designer skinny jeans on the rain moistened dirt of the ground, near the dumpster where the truckers threw untold garbage, Jason was eye to tip with Durn's flaccid, dangling, dirty cock.

It was unlike anything Jason had ever seen, his brown pubes were protruding inches over the top of his dangling, grimy pink shaft, in perfect, musk containing curls, his balls were heavy and wrinkled, sweaty and gushing that scent he was becoming more and more accustomed to with each moment, and the length of his cock, although flaccid, was still so alluring, so perfect.

"Well go ahead cutie, It ain't gonna bite ya now." Durn teased, swaying his massive hips and letting the tip of his meaty smegma coated cock slap against Jason's eager maw.

He opened wide and pushed the swine's flaccid length into his mouth, his tongue filling with the salty, powerful taste, groaning as he obediently began slurping over Durn's slowly hardening length.

"Oohhh, god damn, that's a good puppy, suck that cock..." Durn groaned, his eyes closing as he reached one hand down onto Jason's head and his other reached up, rubbing over his grimy chest in his sweater.

Jason, coaxed by the large pig's words, began bobbing his head up and down, to each hardening pink inch of Durn's cock, pulsating in his mouth as his clean teeth and supple tongue were cleaning off the larger male's scent.

Durn's eyes clenched, as a spurt of pent up precum spattered over the twink's tongue, his breathing heavy and snorting with each eager bob of Jason's head, he suddenly reached down and grabbed ahold of Jason's head stopping him, to the wolf's chagrin.

"Ho- Hold your horses baby boy, uggh, I don't wanna blow my load down your throat...well, yet anyway...Wanna go someplace more private?"

Jason whimpered, reluctantly letting Durn's fully hardened cock disappear from his mouth with a warm, wet pop, his pre leaking down onto the dirty ground, as badly as Jason wanted that in his mouth too.

"W- What do you mean?" Jason whined, looking up at Durn and feeling a pang of sadness as his manly cock was placed into his gray sweats, pre staining the front with yet another blemish.

"Well kiddo, I ain't gonna let ya sleep all by yerself in a broken down shitbucket, why don't ya crash with me for the night?" The large, dirty pig offered.

"W- with you? Aren't you, uh, you know...homeless?" Jason innocently asked, wiping his lips of the saliva and grime that mixed over them and ushered a laugh from the yellow stained toothy mouth of Durn.

"What cause I don't pay taxes and have a fancy fuckin' mortgage? Nawww, lemme show ya, gorgeous." Durn said and turned away, slowly waddling his dirty, fat rolled body away from the Wolf, not even turning back to see if he was being followed, because he knew, he just knew he was, they had gone too far to stop now.

And right he was in his assumptions, because for each heavy footstep that Durn took, his breath rising in exertion, a smaller footstep followed behind him, the flustered twink wolf was following him.

Why, why on Earth was he following him, he just met this disgusting hobo swine a few minutes ago, and all it took was a few compliments to send him to his knees just moments previously, the grime of Durn's greasy smegma still on his breath, admittedly sending the dainty wolf further into heat.

After a short walk off the rest stop's property, the breathless swine and dainty twink wolf arrived at a clearing in the nearby forest, where a large canvas tent had been built with surprisingly inviting architecture.

"Welcome to Casa-De-Durnsley, muffin." Durn said, with a smirk, butchering the pronunciation of the Spanish he parodied, as he pulled the tent's flaps open and waddled his massive body inside.

Muffin? Now that was a cute name Jason had never been called before, and it seemed to be enough, as for only a moment he considered maintaining his distance, stopping this before it got any further, but joined the large swine inside.

Durn wasted no time making himself at home, after all it was his home, and his flabby, hairy arms raised, peeling his sticky, dirty green sweater off, tossing it to the side of the tent, grinning as he exposed his hairy, brown hair covered chest to the smaller wolf, lifting his thick thighs and equally tossing to the side his sweatpants, exposing each inch of his thick, grimy, fat body and erect shaft to Jason.

"Hope ya don't mind me gettin' cozy, it's gonna be a long night, at least I got good company." Durn teased.

Jason gulped, what was he feeling, why was this dirty pig so alluring, so kind hearted, his arrogance was so unfitting for his character, but it was so genuine...He could hardly resist, worse yet, he didn't want to.

Looking the large swine up and down, and biting his lips, still tasting of the swine he was about to oblige, no words needed to even be spoken, the submissive wolf was like a moth to flame to this dirty swine, he reached down and slowly took off his dainty pink t-shirt, smirking as he did, he was going to go all the way.

"C- can I g- get comfy too, Durn?"

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"Just take it slow, beautiful, it ain't a race, you dirty doggy..." Durn teased.

His massive, calloused hands were caressing over Jason's hips as he straddled the large swine's hips, his fat stomach pushing against the twink wolf's achingly hard rod, groaning in pleasure as his own stiff cock was hotdogging up between the warm, soft, clean fur of the smaller male's inviting rump.

Jason let out a whimper and moved his hips upward, guiding that slimy, rancid cock to his quivering tailhole, pushing it slowly into its tight, needing depths.

"Th- that's it boy...goddamn you're so sooofft" Durn groaned out, his caressing turning to a firm grip, holding the wolf in place as he pushed upward, coaxing another few inches of his raw pink cock into his forbidden partner.

"O- Oh god, D- Durn..." Jason groaned in bliss, feeling the snaking rod enter him, his walls tightening around the pig's hairy cock, his tongue falling out in pleasure.

"Uggh, yer moaning my name and I don't even know yours, such a good slut, f- fuck..." Durn replied, pushing his fat hips upward and sending a shock of pleasure through Jason as he bottomed out every inch into the twink.

Jason's toes curled, his body shook as the sudden push hit his prostate in just the right way, sending an adorable gush of pre from the whimpering canine's red tip, all over the hairy navel of the thrusting swine.

"Uggh, looks like my good boy likes that, fuck yeah, ride it harder, take it..." Durn coaxed him on, digging his fingers into the mated wolf's hips, bucking his hips as much as he could.

Jason reached down, one hand on his pulsing effeminate cock, the other on Durn's hairy chest, savoring the sweating hog's scent as he pushed down harder and harder with each buck of his hips, syncing their motions of deep, raw sex.

"Y- you smell, s- so good...aahnnn..." Jason whined out, the scent, the thrusts, the pure bliss of their raunchy sudden fuck pushing him closer and closer, each driving push into his prostate making him whine louder.

"I'd smell better covered in cute wolf boy cum, so how bout you be a good slut and nut for me." Durn said, with his own teeth grinding together, his thrusting upwards into the cheating wolf's milking depths.

Jason lasted not even another three seconds after the dominant hog ordered him, the twink threw his head back and yelped like a bitch in heat, after all, he was.

Cum gushed from his pulsing red rod, splattering all over Durn's hairy stomach in ropes.

"G- Gooood slut, f -fuck, my turn..." Durn groaned and simply bucked his massive flabby hips up harder, plapping against the twink's rump and dainty, freshly emptied balls as he fucked into him.

"P-PLEASE!" Jason begged as he rode out his orgasm on Durn's throbbing pink rod.

"FUUUUCCCCKKK!" Durn replied, squealing out as only a hog hunk like himself could.

Jason felt his legs go weak as his thighs were pushed down with the hog's remaining strength, thrusting upward and burying himself raw into the slutty twink's tailhole, an eruption of his thick, grimy yellowish cum splattering into the wolf, with such force that some spattered out of the edges of the heated, whimpering pup's hole, soaking his rump in the remnants of his intense, pungent load.

Jason whined once more and in pure blissful afterglow, collapsed down onto Durn's thick, hairy chest, his face burying in the pig's chest hair, each frantic, deep breath filled with even more of the larger male's scent.

"T- That was amazing..." Jason whimpered, softly, nuzzling his face against the snorting pig's chest.

"F- fuck yeah it was boy...Hope your engine takes a while to get fixed..." Durn replied weakly, his smile wide.

Jason pushed his head up and spent the last of his energy kissing those chapped lips, grinding his dainty tongue against the older, gruff, fat hog's, embracing the hog as he was never meant to, enjoying every last minute of their sudden, passionate affair.

The mechanic could take his time.