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The Adventures of Dingo Dan Part 4 By TriplexXxWerewolf (http://www.triplexxxwerewolf.sofurry.com)

Earlier...

Kraig convinced Serena to let them stay for a while longer, and she accepted it. Whistling, she invited the truckers back in to the diner. Dan was done cleaning the restroom (after being used as Bear Hunter's toilet after the others left), he came out of the bathroom to see the truckers conversing about their experience in there. Seeing Kraig smile and wave him over, the dingo flashed him a shit-stained grin as he joined his fox at the counter.

Now...

The once-exiled truck drivers were re-invited into the diner, on the condition that they do not do what they just did in the restroom in her diner. Otherwise, they would not be allowed to come back. She wanted to give the same condition to Dan and Kraig, but Dan already apologised, saying that he set limits, and someone went past them, so he was off the hook. Kraig was a special case to her, as well as the fact that he looked cute.

The truckers' chatter consisted mostly of the action that Dan had given them, as the spaniel trucker, Rick, hung out at the counter with Bear Hunter on the other side of the pair.

"So, Dan, getting your bike ready so you can leave? It's almost seven thirty." Serena asked.

"Well... I got..." Dan paused.

"Sidetracked." Rick finished.

"Yeah, i saw that." the waitress said. She sighed and looked at the white fox. "Y'know, i don't really wanna kick you two out, i'm sorry i wigged-out earlier, i understand if you're nervous around me now."

"It's okay, Serena, Dannie just..." he looked at his mate, then back at her, "Bit off more than he could chew."

Serena giggled a bit. "I suppose that's a good way to put it." She said as a few truckers left the diner.

"So, anyways, if you two are interested in that kinda stuff, hit me up, i'll take you guys in my sleeper cab." Rick told Dan.

"Yeah. We're not really that busy, heck, we ain't got nothin' to do, so, perhaps tomorrow."

"Cool. Oh- hold on." Rick said as his phone interrupted him, shrieking 'Snow White Queen' by Evanescence.

'You belong to me, my snow white quee-'

"Rickroller here, what's the stats?" he said as he left the counter.

Dan and Kraig quietly sipped their coffee. Kraig's was weaker than Dan's, which was full strength, no creamer or sugar, which the fox had.

Aside from Rick and Bear Hunter, the werewolf and the liger were the only other truckers left in there. Ling the liger, and Trackrunner, the werewolf. It sounded obvious that those were their call signs on the radio.

Rick came back in and sat at the counter, a look of disappointment on his face.

"You okay, Rick?" Kraig asked.

"Well, yes and no."

"How?" Dan asked.

"First off, i just got kicked off my job over the phone, so that's the bad side. Good side, well, i can take you to that thing tomorrow, and we can spend the entire day doin' it. Er, if you don't mind it."

"No, that's fine. 'Sides, like i said, we got nothin' else to do. I was thinking about kind of retiring from prostitution now i got Kraig."

"Alright, cool."

"Hey, Jake." Bear Hunter said. Jake is a six foot ten black lab with a reverse raccoon mask around his eyes.

Jake came in with a tent in his pants, not bothering to hide it, and sat down next to the bear, exchanging some small talk between them. Dan was sitting to the left of Bear, so he was able to eavesdrop without them knowing.

From what was heard, Jake wanted Bear to give him a quick one behind the diner. Bear accepted and followed the hunky lab outside.

"I'll try to sneak a few when i can, i guess." Dan whispered to Kraig and Serena. They were done with the coffee, so Dan led Kraig out of the diner, as they followed the two to the rear of the diner. Their trucks were parked at an angle, allowing for privacy.

Dan and Kraig stayed in the shadows of the diner, hiding behind the corner so as not to be seen, as they saw Bear sucking off the canine, who was drooling all over Bear's head.

"Gotchya!" came a deep, gravelly voice from behind, as giant paws snapped around thier muzzles.

"MMF!" Dan tried to shout.

"Stay silent." the voice commanded as the paws changed positions, from thier muzzles, to their pants, lifting them with no effort, and carried them into the light.

"Lookie what i found!" the voice loudly rumbled.

It was Trackrunner, who held them by their belt loops, roughly tossing them to the ground. Bear pulled off just as Jake involuntarily came all over the bear's face as they both looked at the intruders.

"What're you three doin' back here?" Jake asked as he zipped up.

"Found these two hiding by the wall. Flushed'em out for ya."

"That was so not called for." Kraig said.

"Silence, fox!"

"Eeh, yes, Daddie!" Kraig replied. Dan looked at them and facepalmed.

"Track, let'em go, they didn't hurt nothing."

"But-"

"Now!"

"Fine. You're free to go." Trackrunner said as he left for his truck and drove off.

"So, uh, how's our bike doin'?"

As soon as Bear was done licking the cum off his muzzle, he responded.

"Er, kinduva no-go, Dan. Sorry."

"Ugh..." Dan shook his head as he and the fox went back inside.

"What's up?" Rick asked as they came in.

"Bear got lazy; He's got my old bike on his flatbed, but he hasn't done anything to either of'em yet. He'd rather have a cock in his maw than a wrench in his paw."

Kraig lauged at his unintentional humor.

"What's the damage on your old ride?" Rick asked

"Rear tyre, but i got ejected off the bike after hitting a pothole."

"Owch, lucky you're still kickin'. If you want, i can take a look at it, pick up where the fat fuck left off?"

"Okay, you can load'em both up on your rig, and we'll tag along with you."

"Alright. Serena, where's the nearest motel?"

"Don't you guys normally sleep where you work, like, in your trucks? That is what the sleeper-cab's for." Serena replied.

Rick looked at his watch; about a half-hour had gone by. "Well, yeah, but sometimes we wanna sleep in a real bed." he replied to the waitress.

"Looks like you're outta luck, then."

"Alright, then, sleeper it is. Uh, Dan, i hope you an' Kraig don't mind sleepin' with me tonight. I got a few, um, bad habits in there."

"You're a cool guy, Rick. We don't mind at all."

"Thanks, you're a hottie yourself."

"Closin' time's coming up fast, you guys." Serena reminded them.

"So?"

"So, means 'pay up and get out', uh-DUH."

"Ooh, girl, you done hit my mean button. Say that one more time, see what you'll get then." Rick said.

"Aw, come on, it was a joke! I didn't mean to offend you, i just didn't know, is all."

Rick stood when Dan reached his arm across the spaniel's chest.

"Rick, no more. Gay as i am, i'm still protective of the females. I will not let you lay a single digit on her." Dan said in a dark tone before resuming in his normal tone. "How about we go to your truck, then? I wanna see how big it is."

Rick grumbled as Dan took his hand and led him out of the diner, with Kraig catching up a second later.

"What was that all about?" Kraig asked as they entered the sleeper, which was a deluxe model, all the comforts of home in a small space.

"Just one small joke can be offensive if not worded correctly."

"Wow. Um, where's the bed?"

"You're sittin' on it." Rick said. The table receded into the floor, and the bench seats slid toward each other like garage doors, folding flat at the same time.

"Neat."

"And it's obvious we're all sleepin' on it..." Dan said.

A second of silence passed among them before the dog spoke.

"I'll take bottom. Dan, you can sleep on me, and the kid can sleep on you. Think it'll work?"

"What if one of us rolls over?"

"Oh, yeah..."

"Dan and i will sleep on the front seats. They fold flat, don't they? Oh, wait, no, they can't, this and the cabin are separate." Kraig said.

"Damn, knew i shoulda gotten the big one."

"A larger sleeper cab? People make those?" Dan asked.

"Regs say you can only have a sleeper big enough for yourself. The other guy's gotta sleep in the cab."

"Jam, that sucks."

"Well, that's all i got. Unless... Yeah, you and Kraig take the bed, i'll sleep in the cab."

"If you insist, Rick."

As Rick jumped out of the sleeper, Kraig asked if Dan could yiff him.

"There's condoms and lube in the cabinet above the fridge. You can get buck wild in there, but don't break anything." Rick said, poking his head in and pointing to the cabinet.

"Oh, i won't be needing to use those, Rick." Dan replied.

"Better safe than sorry, man."

"Right..." Dan rolled his eyes. Even though he had been rutted bareback by thousands of 'clean' guys, he had never used them when it was his turn. He knew he was clean, he had been tested before he posted his ad, as well as a follow-up here and there to make sure he was in top shape for his profession, top and bottom, inside and out, even getting fisted by the doc who was checking his prostate, with superb results, ending with the dingo shooting broomstick-sized ropes of jizz down the doc's gullet.

"Let's just do as he says, we're his guests, so we gotta follow his rules. Besides, it'll keep it from running out and getting on the bed." Kraig convinced him.

"Fine." Dan said as he closed the door, then reached in the cabinet for those items. By the time he had turned around, Kraig was on the bed, naked and smiling, knowing he was going to be yiffed by his mate for the first time.

Dan decided to do it clothed, since he was going to wear the 'glove of protection', as he unzipped his jeans and rolled it over his slowly inflating cock, noticing the condom was larger at the base for the knot.

Kraig had his member covered, for easy clean up, grabbing the bottle of lube he had sneaked out of the house before they left.

Dan sat on the bed, with the lube from Rick in his hand.

"Wait, Kraig, i wanna check the viscosity of these two. Rick's don't look right."

He put a condom on his thumb, and put a bit of Kraig's lube on it, rubbing it between his fingers. removing the condom from his thumb, he put another one on it and did the same thing with Rick's stuff. To his surprise, it felt like some kind of axle gear oil, the type with the scent that reminded one of crunchy peanut butter.

Removing the condom and disposing of them both, he zipped up and went over to the cab, where he caught the spaniel pawing off.

"Don't you have enough manners to at least knock on the door?" Rick said as he zipped up.

"Sorry, i just wanted to ask about the lube in the cabi-"

"Gear oil, brand-new, straight from the bottle. Beats commercial lubes anytime."

"Y'know, you can sleep with us, i'll let you tie with me, no charge."

"Why?"

"My way of thanking you for letting us hang out with you. Kraig brought his own lube. I'll use that on him covered, you can use your stuff on me bareback."

"Really?" the dog raised a brow. "Okay."

They went back into the sleeper where Kraig was sitting on the bed with his clothes back on.

"Change of plans, hon. Rick'll be joining us."

"Alright."

After they had positioned themselves on the bed, Rick on top of Dan on top of Kraig, they moved into each other in one smooth push, the three of them moaning their pleasure, telling each other how tight the other was.

The dog's oil-slicked cock slid in and out at a gentle pace, his belt buckle softly jingling as he thrusted into the dingo.

Dan was enjoying the spaniel, who's body temp was hotter than his, in his rear, as well as the tightness of the white fox below him, as he glided through him. Kraig had a look of pure bliss about him, grunting and moaning as his dingo lover sucked on his length, enjoying the sensations.

"Oh, awm, mm... Dan, i'm getting close, i need to tie with you!"

"Awwight." Dan said before pulling his mouth off of Kraig. "You ready, hon?"

"Oh, yes, Dannie, i'm ready. Tie with me, please, i want to feel it stretch me good!"

"Okay, but it might hurt 'cause i'm kinda big, so i'm gonna swap spit with you while i get it in there."

"No, i want it the other way. Here, let me up..."

Dan lifted himself and hovered over the fox as he spun around so he was flat on his stomach.

"Now, Dannie, shove it in me! AHH..." Kraig shouted as he came into the condom, filling the reservoir to twice it's rated size, as Dan thrusted in one last time, his fox's hole swallowing his knot in to the balls, and came hard enough to break his condom, spilling his seed into the fox's bowels.

The big rig was swaying a bit as the three fucked in there, muffled moans could be heard from outside as they rutted.

Rick was last, grunting hard as he banged his knot on Dan's hole, until it finally popped in, eliciting a mixed howl of pain and pleasure from the dingo, and emptied both nuts into him, filling him to overflowing out of his hole, spilling onto the faux leather.

They fell to one side of the bed, which was surprisingly roomy, comfortably fitting all three of them despite what Rick said, as Dan and Kraig passed out from the sheer feeling of being knotted, Kraig by Dan, and Dan by Rick. Rick fell asleep some time after, snoring and drooling on the dingo's head.

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Five thirty A.M..

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("Bia Bia" by Lil Jon plays from 00:12, blares)

Rick had his alarm set to play his music, as it blasted them awake, the bass as loud as an engine without a muffler at full throttle, the treble piercing their ears like hypodermic needles. The sleeper was twisting and flexing as the music went off, the windows close to shattering.

'BIA BIA... WHY YOU FRONTIN' LIKE-LIKE AH, BIA BIAAAA...'

Dan and Kraig were wide awake, as Rick, still half-asleep, reached for the tethered remote and turned off the music. Kraig was holding onto his hears as Dan wondered why his headfur was wet, realizing Rick had drooled on him in his sleep.

(REPRESENT YO SH- REPRESENT YO- *Click*)

Thier cocks were back in thier pants, when Dan saw the condom hanging from the fox's butthole. Kraig pushed it out, along with a teaspoon of the dingo's cum. Dan noticed that it had broken.

"Uh-oh, condom broke." he said, a worried look on his face as he held the spent rubber up and stared at it.

"Never had that happen to me. Guess i should get rid of that box, get some magnums." Rick said in disbelief.

"Oh, well. That's okay, i'm clean, anyways, i made sure of it on my last checkup."

"Which was when?"

"Bout... Half a month ago, before i met Kraig."

"Okay, but i think we need to clean up. And not just the bed, too." Rick stated. Dan stretched, a few audible pops being heard.

"Back to the diner." Rick said, tossing a towel on his shoulder as he exited the sleeper. Dan and the fox followed him back to the rear of the diner where Kraig was washing all the dirty truckers yesterday. The hose was attached to a pipe that stood at least eight feet from the ground, as the trucker took off his clothes and turned on the water. It was cold, but the canine was used to it. There were no other trucks around, so anyone walking around there would get a free show, whether they wanted it or not. And Dan was certainly enjoying it, his morning boner rising up to greet him as he stripped down and joined Rick under the shower spray.

"Looks like you need it too, heh." the trucker chuckled.

"Mind if i go hard an' fast on ya?"

"Not a problem." Rick said as he bent over for the dingo. ^?^ <> <\o/> V Kraig decided not to watch, as he turned around and headed for the truck.

"Wow, we really went at it last night." he remarked, looking at the bed. "It'll come out fairly easily."

Finding a sponge and cleanser under the sink, he went to work, cleaning up the mess they had made, finishing it with a little Armor-All before folding the seats back up.

"Looks great!" Rick said as he and Dan came back in, fully clothed this time. "And you Armor-All'd it! Shee-oot!"

"Thanks. Um, what's for brekkie?" Kraig replied.

"I know what i'm havin- a BIG stack'a pancakes, with my usual black coffee, of course. Whaddya guys want?"

"Well, i guess i'll have the 'cop special', doughnuts and coffee." Dan said.

"And i'll have'a dingo's brekkie." Kraig giggled a bit. Dan just stared at the fox. "Something i said, Dannie?" he asked.

"Please, don't use that term, it makes me look bad." Dan told him.

"Sorry."

"Don't worry, i'm not squicked or anything, you just didn't know the meaning of the term." Dan said as the trio walked towards the diner.

"Well, then, what does it mean, exactly?" Kraig asked.

"Yawn an'a piss." Rick said, getting a soft punch to the gut in return by the dingo.

"Two for two, now i'm offended." Dan said as they saw that Serena never arrived yet, as an orange and blue Kenworth pulled up. The person climbing out of the truck was none other than Ling, the liger who shat on them yesterday. Rick waved his hat to him, and Ling did the same as he came over, his big gut even bigger, like he was pregnant.

"Jeez, how can ya drive like that?" Rick asked.

"I suck it in." came the reply. "You know when she's open?"

"No."

"Aw, dangit, i'm hungry."

"You, hungry?" Dan asked. "You look like you just ate an elephant."

"Sumthin' close to it. Aw, man, i gotta shit!"

"An' we gotta eat, so you know what that means..." Rick said. Dan and Kraig were wide-eyed at what the trucker was suggesting.

"Whaja eat, mate?" Dan asked Ling.

"Well, yesterday was my big day when i got home, so now i'm burnin' anutha candle, and i had this huge cake, with frosting, a-and sprinkles, and, uh.."

He was suddenly cut off when he felt his guts rumbling around as if they were being rearranged.

"Oh, mannn, come on, Dan, i'll give ya twenty bucks to eat my shit!"

"A hundred twenty." Dan replied in a collected tone.

"Fine, whatever! Rick, yer truck's closer, get in there, quick!"

Dan scrambled back into the sleeper of Rick's truck, stripping before going into the shower/slim toilet combo, and watched as Ling backed into it, fighting to keep his hole closed.

"Ready for it?"

"As i'll evah be."

Dan kissed the salty pucker as it opened up, filling his mouth with ass-slime, as it oozed and squirted out into the dingo, who held his mouth open and let the liger's diarrhea slime fill his gut, and he wasn't even done yet.

Facing facts, as well as liger ass, he pulled off of the brown hole and punched the spot right between his hole and his balls like he'd seen on TV once, and stood with his arms out, as the trucker grunted and liquid shit painted him all over his front, covering him in a shit that made his last stunt in the bathroom look like ameteur play.

The liger backed into the stall, closing the door, and put his giant foot on the drain, and positioned himself over Dan, who was looking up, and pushed out even more scat that had the consistity of soft-serve ice cream.

Getting a dirty idea, the liger slowly slid down until his open hole was square with the dingo's muzzle. Dan knew what was gonna happen next, and accepted, licking the hole above him in agreement.

Ling slid down the walls further, letting Dan slide up his ass, like in anal vore, but without the digestion. More and more of Dan were engulfed in the dirty colon of Ling, until his feet touched the muddy floor, slowly inserting more of the dingo into him, until his feet were the last to slip in.

Ling was covered in shit, but not as much as Dan, who was now inside of the liger, eating as much shit as he could, feeling it come out of his own ass, telling him to stop. Dan lightly scratched the liger's insides with his claw, letting him know he wanted out.

Ling pushed him out, letting him fall in a fetal position, and shit more on him until the dingo was buried in hot, slimy shit up to the liger's gut, filling half the shower stall with four feet of poo. Ling dived into it and pulled his friend out for air.

(Gasp, hacking and coughing)

Dan gagged as he upchucked the scat on Ling, wiping his eyes.

"UGH! Jeez, what did you eat that woulda made this much shit?!" he exclaimed.

"A giant birthday cake."

(Knock knock)

"You two're cleanin' my shower when you're done in there!" Rick said to Ling and Dan through the glass.

"You have a built-in shower?" Kraig asked.

"Yeah, but i'd rather use a hose."

"There is no way i can eat all this, Ling!"

Ling removed his foot from the drain, letting his excrement go into the waste collection tank, backing it up as more shit ran from the liger.

"Looks like they got into more than they can handle. I might as well drain the collection tank... And get in on the action... again."

He was wearing a white tank top, tucked into denim jeans. He was also wearing a pair of rawhide gloves and steel-toed work boots.

'Wowser, he looks hot like that...' Kraig thought as he stared.

Dan and Ling wanted out, but if they opened the door, it'd get all over Rick's sleeper, and' they'd get a whipping from the dog if that were to happen.

Outside, the sun was up, at six fourty a.m., and Rick was about to do what he had a love/hate relationship with: remove the plug, and let Ling's and his own waste cover him completely. The drain plug was angled up a little, as he slowly unlocked it, then pulled the cover off and backed off a few steps.

"Okay, Kraig, see that lever there? Pull it towards you."

The fox did so, hearing a low humming sound, before the shit literally flew onto the spaniel, splattering him all over his chest, legs, and face.

Inside the shower...

"The level's dropping?" Ling asked.

"Rick's draining his tank!" Kraig said from the entrance.

As the amount of waste in there flowed down the drain, Dan and Ling found themselves sinking... into the drain! What madness was this?

They were sucked into the drain, and shot out the back, knocking Rick over, all three laying there as more liquid shit smothered them.

After standing back up, they bellied up to the drainhole and opened thier mouths, eating the waste from the tank and playing in the shit.

"Still at it, i see..." a female voice said from behind Kraig. The white fox, who had his eyes trained on the three, turned around to see Serena, standing between him and a dark green Porsche nine-nine-six cabrio.

"Oh, i didn't see you come over."

"Yep, my little green machine's quite the sneak. What're they doing now?"

"Breakfast for them."

"Gross. And you're Dan's, uh, boyfriend?"

"Close, he's my playmate. But i guess you can say that."

"Playmate?"

Kraig passed the short of his story on to Serena as the three 'piggies' played in the 'mud' while a few truckers stood around them, snapping photos of the three without them knowing it.

Serena listened and understood his story, and offered Kraig advice for when he would need it.

(Air horn blares)

"All right, boys, playtime's over!" the german shepard shouted to the trio.

"Oh, come on! What're ya, me mum?" Dan shouted back.

Serena sighed and looked at Kraig as a water truck pulled up. Out came a speckled mini stallion, around six feet tall, a hint of a fireman's courage in his weary eyes. He wore a nametag that read 'Brad'.

"Hey, what's goin' on around here- WHOA! What the fuck?! What do we have here?"

"Got three little pigs eatin' slop."

"Nasty."

"Dannie, brekkie's over, it's eight-thirty!" Kraig said.

Rick burst out of the shit pile, scattering it almost everywhere.

"Oh, fuck, oh, dammit!" he cursed, wiping himself off. "I was gonna take you guys to that thing, oh, dammit! Fuck you, Ling! Fuck you, and your fucking ASS!"

After 'a few choice words', they immediately got out of the slop, wiping off the clods of crap from each other's bodies.

"Looks like you lot are in bad need of a shower."

"Yeah. We look like the crap we'd been playing in." Rick said.

Dan's eyes were open as he looked at the trucker's rig.

"How strong's the pump on yer rig?"

"Stronger'n a fire truck times four."

"Alright then, hit us."

Brad did his thing, hooking up the hoses and such, then stood a hundred fifty feet from them, and opened fire on the trio, water blasting them with enough force to push Dan and Rick against the now slimmed-down liger, who still had enough weight on him to stay in the same spot whilst the horse sprayed them down.

Rick: "Bb-rbrbrbr-rrb!"

Dan: "Yahlblblblblbl!"

Ling: "Krrraahhww!"

Once they were thuroughly cleaned, Brad shut off the hose, revealing three shivering animals, looking at them.

"Feel better, hon?" Kraig asked.

"Very much. Once i'm all squeaky-clean, i never touch dirt."

"Until somebody else gets you dirty."

"Yep."

"All right, er..." Brad said, looking at Rick, who had to introduce himself. "Could you move your truck, so i can clean all this up?"

"Sure."

Rick only had to move his rig closer to the diner, as Brad resumed his job.

As soon as Dan and the other two had a change of clothes, Serena opened the diner for them.

They had a real breakfast, as planned, Kraig having scrambled eggs.

"Aw, man, that was good!" Rick belched out.

"Mmm-hmm, that was, wasn't it, Kraig?" Dan said.

"The eggs were great! Thanks, Serena."

"Aw, don't mention it. Least i could do after watching all that stuff go down."

"Well, i'm not doin' anymore of that for a long while." Dan said, Ling and Rick agreeing with a simple "Ditto."

"Aw, damn, i gotta use the bathroom again!" Ling joked.

"Ling..." the others droned in warning.

"I didn't mean it like that, i meant use the restroom over there!" Ling said, pointing to the bathroom.

"Go, then."

As they watched the liger go inside, Dan thought about him and Kraig ditching the place before he came out.

Then again, Ling did promise him a hundred twenty dollars for his service.

"Okay, so that's thirty eight dollars, then." Serena said to Dan.

Dan gave her a fifty. "Here you are. Fourty for the food, and a ten-dollar tip."

"Aw, that's so nice of you, i'd think you were straight."

"Well, i don't know about that. I deal mostly with guys, only very rarely do i meet females who saw my ad online."

"Interesting." Serena replied as Rick gave her a twenty.

"Okay, we're all squared away, we paid our dues, now we just gotta wait for 'he who has the infinite colon' to come out and pay up."

After a half-hour went by, everyone was suspicious. Surely nobody could be that backed up.

"Uh-oh, i hope he's all right in there." Dan said as he walked towards the door.

"Ling! You okay in there? Don't force it, you'll kill yourself if you do!"

Dan went inside after no response came from inside.

"Ling? Li-" he said as he found the liger dead on the can. "GAWDAMMIT!" he shouted. Everyone rushed in to see the lifeless form sitting there, Dan in front of it. Kraig turned around so as not to look as the dingo held his hat to his chest.

"Couldn't handle the exitement?" Rick asked, getting elbowed by the shepard.

"Well, at least he.. died a happy man." Dan said as he moved to flush the toilet, then shuffled through the deceased's pocket for his wallet as he grumbled about the similarity of the situation under his breath, turning his head slightly to see everyone staring at him.

"Grave robber." Rick said.

"He owes me big time for the coprophagia, even if he's dead."

"Whatever, i ain't gonna say nothin." Rick replied as Dan got his pay and put the wallet back where he found it.

"Well, if you're gonna do that, then i dare ya to screw his dead ass." Serena said. Dan glared at her as to say 'Girl, you'd best back off, it's nunna yer business.'

"I do sincerely apologise, Serena, but i do not do that. Necro-sex is seriously drawing the line, along with snuff-play." he sternly told her, making her back away a few steps. "I don't mean to scare you, but you just rubbed me the wrong way. I mean, you're a tough gal to be able to run this place, and take crap from your customers, and all, but, still..."

Dan huffed, then pulled his hat down low and calmly walked out of the bathroom. Kraig, ever so loyal, silently followed. He dared not touch him fo fear of the dingo snapping at him. Instead, he went outside and over to the garage that still held the two bikes.

"Hey, kid." Jake said as he carried an engine from one of the bikes in his thick, sinewy arms.

"How's the bikes coming along, if you don't mind me asking."

"Let's just say it's easier than changing a transmission in a cab-over Peterbilt. It's going along slicker'n oil." Jake said as he put the heavy V-twin on the work table to his left. "The swap-out was a success; Starts, runs, lightnin' fast gear-shifts, everything's good to go."

"Awesome! Uhm, what's the charge for this, so i can tell Dan?" Kraig asked.

"...Who's right behind you?"

Kraig turned around to face Dan, now calmed down. The fox let out a small "Eep!", surprised.

"Don't worry, Kraig, i ain't gonna do anything bad to you, you can trust me on that."

"Anyways, uh, let's say.. two twenty-five?"

"What's the usual cost? eighteen grand?" Dan asked.

"If this was a big rig running half'a it's cylinders, maybe a bit more than that. You got let off easy, let's leave it at that."

Dan pulled his wallet and gave Jake the money before mounting the bike. Starting it, he was greeted by the rumble of the flat six between his legs.

"So, what about that thing Rick was gonna take us to?"

"Maybe some other time, Kraig. We got each other's number, so we can keep in contact, like with the other guys i've been with in the past. I keep a little Rolodex Mini with me with names and numbers of people i've met and screwed."

"Isn't that what the address book in your phone's for?" Kraig asked as he and Dan left the shop on their bike, stopping next to Rick's truck.

"Memory full." Dan's phone chimed out as he showed the fox before looking at the spaniel in the truck.

"See ya later, Rick." Dan said to the trucker via the CB.

"You keep it between the ditches now, ya hear?" Rick replied.

"I most certainly will, Rick."

"Ten four... Good Buddy."

*click*

Dan and Kraig hit the road in search of thier next dirty adventure.

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Serena had the horse, Brad, take the deceased liger out of the restroom, and dump his fat ass somewhere far away from the truck stop. But the horse had other ideas...