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"I always hate to be the bearer of bad news."

Legacy's ears were already folded back slightly, but when Sierra came back in from the garage, her overalls asunder and dripping with fresh oil stains, they weren't expecting the best news in the first place.

"...You're definitely a mechanic first and a therapist second, aren't you?" they asked.

"No one's ever come to me for a talk without alcohol involved, if that's what you mean."

"Well...lay it on me."

"You're gonna need to call your insurance about a loaner," she kept it brief. "I can't thank you enough for giving me a chance to work on an authentic Shelby, but...as well as we've gotten to know each other over the past few hours, your ride isn't going anywhere for a few days."

Just waiting for a loaner car to arrive could mean that his holiday plans were up in smoke, even if it only took a few hours for it to arrive.

Turning away and facing out the window to try and keep his emotions contained, Legacy only found comfort in a falling cliché. The sight of a star shooting across the cool, navy blue of the desert sky simply begged him to make a wish upon it, but he wasn't the only one who saw it.

Sierra, too, was taken aback by the brilliant streak of light in an otherwise dark and unforgiving sunset.

"I appreciate your honesty," Legacy found the words as he turned away from the window, only to find that the coyote he once dwarfed looked as though she'd grown a few inches while she worked. "You, uh...you got any leads on a good loaner company? Any industry hook-ups?"

Where Legacy saw the star and wished that his holiday plans--those of a date with a tall, gorgeous stranger at one of the taverns up the road--Sierra placed her own wishes on the same, hoping for a way to blow off a little steam after having to disappoint a customer.

Her two greatest frustrations in life, those days, were being unable to get a job done, and the disappointed slump in a patron's shoulders when she had to break the bad news to them; she needed something to rescue that night from the clutches of despair.

"I can probably hook you up with one of my regular rental companies, but we're out in the middle of nowhere," she reminded him. "Gonna be a few hours before anyone can get a fresh vehicle out to you at this time of night; might even have to wait until morning."

"What about a cab?" Legacy asked, feeling at first as though he was imagining the shrinking sensation because of the gravity of his situation. "Or a Ruber?"

"If you think you can get a driver out here, be my guest."

"...That bad, huh?"

"They've never come for my ride requests before," she confessed. "But if you really need a ride somewhere, I'm about to close up shop for the night. For an extra fee, I could give a little guy like you a ride."

"Little guy?"

As Sierra stepped beyond the service counter, Legacy was sure that they were on the level, but when he first dropped off the car at the shop, he was twice her height, even with a bit of a slouch in his posture.

"And getting littler, by the look of it...but the offer is on the table either way."

"What other choice do I have?"

"Well, you could sleep in my bedroom and I could use the spare bed in the garage. Wouldn't be the first time I let a customer spend the night in there when they were waiting for repairs, but if you get any smaller, you're gonna need my help getting into it!"

Thoughts were already racing around an already loaded mental track. Legacy didn't want to imagine how much the repairs were going to cost, he wasn't sure if Sierra was being sincere about the offer of her bed, and he couldn't begin to imagine what was happening to his body, as he watched his shirt, once a snug and comfortable fit, drop all the way down to his waist as if it was a skirt.

"...Not that I have a problem with casual nudity in my shop, but I'm not gonna give you a discount for putting on a show," Sierra teased. "You, uh...you know that you're literally shrinking right now, right?"

"Trying to figure that out myself, yes," Legacy replied, utterly flustered. "Not gonna lie; I'm used to weird things happening in my life, but I can usually explain them. This one is beyond me, even."

"Maybe it's what you wished for?"

"I just wished for a-

Legacy cut himself off, biting his tongue in the face of the grinning coyote.

"Not something you're willing to repeat in front of strange company?" she asked, curious enough to keep prying.

Sierra was intimidating enough, even when she was half Legacy's size.

Now that she stood a little bit taller, she could properly loom at the shrinking vulpine; he was sure that the unclipped button of her overalls was no mistake, the exposed gap inviting Legacy to sneak a peek at her modest bosom.

"It j-just feels shallow," Legacy stammered, too nervous to budge from the spot.

"I'll tell you my wish if you tell me yours ," Sierra offered. "You might be surprised at how shallow I can be, if that's your concern."

She was of a razor-sharp wit and a trained mind. Legacy was sure of that, but he was still taking a risk, assuming that their minds were on the same page as he carefully considered his words.

"So...wishing for a tall, beautiful woman to whisk me away to a hotel room this evening wouldn't have been shallow, to you?"

Sierra lifted a palm to her chin, pausing long enough to see if she could follow the shrinking of the kitsune; the pace of his change had slowed such that she didn't think he'd get much smaller, but he was still plenty large enough for her to fulfill her own wishes.

"I'll never understand what people see in taller women when there's plenty of half-pints like me wandering around, but...I don't think it was that shallow, no," she claimed. "Especially not when my own wish was just for a fun way to blow off a little steam."

Smiling nervously, Legacy felt as though the world was playing a twisted game with him as his shrinking figure became too small for his belt to matter.

Narrowed hips and a smaller torso were completely exposed, his cock included, as everything spilled to a puddle upon the floor.

"I was gonna put my emphasis on little," Sierra admitted. "But you're still swinging quite the hammer down there, aren't you?"

The sound of a nervous gulp came before a feverish nod. Sierra was half a foot taller than the kitsune by then, and for the first time that she could recall, she had the chance to look down her nose at a potential partner, without having to sit on their chest.

"You know, that bed feels a little too big for just lil' ol' me, but it'll probably be just right with some company," she carried the conversation, but she could see a trio of tails swishing about with growing anticipation. "How about I take your mind off of your car for a while?"

The second clip of her overalls came undone, her breasts gently spilled over, and Legacy's resistance utterly crumbled before the exposed beauty.

**

Never wearing a bra under her overalls, never letting her hair down in the shop, and never letting her guard down with the wrong customer, Sierra had plenty of allure as she was, but those who dared to peel back a layer would discover a sensual goddess hiding under the roughage.

"You sure you want this? You're still squirming so much..."

Stronger than her tiny frame would suggest and unafraid to use her strength, Sierra had no trouble pushing Legacy's naked body into place, but it was all happening so fast, it was hard to blame him for trembling beneath such an intimidating beauty.

Her naked petals had already kissed against the very tip of Legacy's cock as she moved into place, but she didn't dare to sit herself properly on his shaft until she felt confident that he would at least _enjoy_the act...

...Getting him to verbally consent seemed to be another challenge, altogether.

"Last chance to speak up, cutie...though this is doing plenty of talking for you."

Feeling a bead of precum spill against her digits, Sierra took a tighter grip of vulpine cock and held it steady as her womanhood kissed down against a tapered tip. Wincing slightly, she was delighted that everything stayed in proportion; at his largest size, taking Legacy would have been as much a struggle as it was an enjoyable act.

At his current size, she could lazily slide her way down his length and settle in his lap, pinning his body to the bed and leaving him helpless under her taut backside.

He was a feast for her every sense, and a brilliant creature to gaze upon in the dim light of the converted office. Sierra wished she had another light to work with; a better view of the vibrant locks of pink and blue that flowed down and around his skull would have been nice, but there was plenty enough illumination for her to lose herself in the unique, gradient shades of pink that swirled in his eyes.

"You gonna speak up," she paused, sucking in a breath at the end of her first buck. "Or am I gonna have to carry the conversation the same way I c-carried you?"

Much as she was happy to take the lead, Sierra wasn't just content to admire Legacy for his unique features, alone.

She wanted to hear that he was enjoying the tight, inner grip of her womanhood...though the look of pleasure cracking through his stony expression was a welcome surprise along the way to his first moan.

"What c-could I say that you don't already know?" Legacy managed to ask, just as Sierra pumped herself up toward the tip of his cock. "You're totally controlling me...pinning me down...and I can feel you milking me..."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "I love it when you state the obvious, Legacy; now tell me something I don't know."

Paws that were too small to wrap around most hips were plenty large enough to press down and pin Legacy into the bed, their weight pressing hard at the shoulders of the kitsune.

She wanted to make it clear, both in attitude and action, that Legacy wasn't going anywhere until she was satisfied with her first form of payment.

"You're m-making it hard to hold out for you," a breathless confession was the first thing to make Sierra blush, but the tone of Legacy's voice was such a turn-on that she caught up with him, her own pleasure building faster than she would have hoped. "How's that for a secret?"

Pushing her palms out that much wider, Sierra turned her hips into a proper machine, bucking them back against Legacy's flesh with a rapid, eager pace...

...But just as she felt her fangs gritting with orgasmic bliss, she hesitated, panting in the face of the kitsune.

"That's a g-great one," she whispered, letting her breath come back to her. "But wanna hear one of mine?"

Legacy tried to nod slowly, but feverish with pleasure, that was nigh impossible.

"You're the first guy I've ever fucked that was smaller than me...and I plan to take full advantage of that."

Just straddling and pinning Legacy was a great start, but feeling his hips lifted by the plume of his tails, Sierra had another idea in mind, and their bodies were plenty flexible to get the job done.

Standing up from his length, letting streams of warm, slick arousal spill back down to Legacy's crotch, Sierra gave the kitsune just enough time to try and squirm away, but he didn't dare to budge.

Under the larger coyote, he was helpless: even when she grabbed his ankles, her claws raking over the darker, black fur of his natural leggings.

"I can tell you like someone who knows what they want," Sierra mentioned. She worked as she spoke, pushing Legacy's ankles back further and further, until the seat of his exposed rump became exactly that; Sierra stepped through and dropped her own backside right against his, their tails becoming intertwined as she guided his cock into place once more.

Taking her customer in a position she'd only ever dreamed of trying, she mounted him as a proper Amazon and pumped herself down, fucking her body against his stiff, quivering length.

"Mrnnf! That...t-that's the good stuff..."

Losing herself in her thoughts as she watched her own juices spill down Legacy's tummy, Sierra completely forgot to warn the vulpine about what was coming for him next, but no amount of warning would prepare Legacy for running into Zack.

Even having his body slammed into the mattress by an eager, domineering coyote as he was made into a living sex toy would only be a warmup, compared to that.