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The Hitcher

By: Skylor Forscythe

The day hadn't been an unusual one for Keith. He had been running his errands as he usually did on his days off, getting ready for his one great love. He wanted so very badly to just hit the road and spend the rest of his day and a half away from work to see somewhere he hadn't seen before.

He'd been doing this for only a year now, ever since his boss had granted that it was time the mouse had two days off in a row. It was a major relief for the Keith, as he hated having his work week split up for one, and for two, never could do anything worth while in nothing but a single day.

His tail tucked around his hip, the engine of his Blazer rumbling softly, the whirr of the wheels on pavement was his song as the white furred rodent rolled along the highway. His eyes cast left and right, taking in the sights around him, as his SUV stormed down the little used state highway.

This is why he picked these roadways, they had so little traffic, but such great wonders to show him. Things people back in the city never would see, too absorbed in their day to day lives, satisfied with the same old sights, the same old distractions just around the block.

"Although, their fuel bills aren't as high," he mused to himself as he rounded a turn through a stand of trees. The trees framed the two lane highway, on top of berms that seemed to have once been hills before the state cut through them.

An exciting stretch it was so far, interesting signs for local gas stations, local restaurants, travel motels, names he'd never before heard. If he didn't like such things, another person might have put their car in the trees in their sleep, lulled there by boredom.

Not Keith though, he loved all of these things. The thought of perhaps revisiting this area with a tent and sleeping bag came to mind his mind as the road began to straighten and the trees thinned.

For a moment, he thought that there might be a small town coming, perhaps the sign missed as he admired the views on the other side, but what greeted him was much different.

It looked like a hallway, or a reverse tunnel, the berms disappearing below the level of the roadway, but the trees growing taller around his little truck. It looked as if the only thing before him was road, trees, and a clear sky, as if the dirt the trees grew out of had just melted away.

He'd been awestruck by the illusion, if he hadn't immediately seen a flash of light brown and red in all the green down the straight away. His eyes keen, he saw the shape of a woman down the way, standing along the breakdown lane. His eyes were keen, but she was nearly a mile out, so he could only guess that the red he saw was her top, the brown her fur.

He couldn't make much out beyond that, a chuckle rising through him as he noticed the brown traveled down from the red without break down to the ground, making her appear as if she might be bottomless. That was ridiculous, of course, who'd be out all this way without pants? Still, the thought was funny to the mouse as he rationalized it away to a skirt that matched her fur.

The wait to find out wouldn't be long, when he hit a half mile out, he could just barely see she was barely wearing a pair of cut off jeans. As he approached, he noticed more about her, like she was obviously canid, and was definitely not dressed for the woods. Cut offs and a tube top were not exactly standard camping attire, after all.

Her body turned as he got ever closer, the sound of an engine perking her attention, giving him more to view at the quarter mile mark. She wasn't thin, but neither was she fat. "Nicely padded," he thought as he took her in. Her breasts matched, plump under the fabric of her red top, matching her hips and thighs nicely.

He snapped out of his leering, though, as he noticed her backpack shift as her arm shot out. Light brown and spotted down until mid forearm, until it changed to a darker brown at her hand. Her hand, closed slowly as she turned back to continue down the road, thumb extending casually as she walked.

She seemed as if she'd been walking quite some way already, without much success at getting a ride, her body language screaming out defeat and an air of not caring anymore. It wasn't hard to imagine for the mouse, though, that she might not have gotten many, if any, rides. Most people wouldn't stop for a hyena thanks to an unfair stereotype of them being unpredictable and not "all there".

He passed by her and risked a glance back. Her hair was almost blond and cut in a very punk styling, shaved at the right side and longer on the other, with a part in the middle to flop some longer hair over the shaved hair. A nose ring glinted in the late afternoon sun, shining silver, threatening to blind if he shifted his gaze wrong.

"Punk styled and a hyena," he said idly to himself. "No one's gonna pick her up out here..."

His foot paw shifted from the gas to the break, applying pressure, as he brought the car toward the side of the road. He'd easily driven an hour off the highway and he didn't recall seeing any signs for anything but a lone gas station that was still another half hour up for him. He couldn't leave her here, she'd be walking all night to even hope to make it there.

When he came to a stop, he looked into his rear view and saw her still padding along slowly along the side, eyes looking down, oblivious to the fact that Keith had stopped his truck. It took another minute or so before he saw her look up and freeze in her tracks. She seemed to regard his stopped SUV like he was a mirage or something, as if him stopping wasn't real. It didn't last long though, as she hitched her backpack up a bit higher unto her shoulder and jogged toward him.

Keith couldn't help noticing her body move as she jogged, the little extra padding she had didn't really jiggle, anchored to, no doubt, strong muscles beneath. But her breasts rebelled from that, bouncing in her top, free of a bra for sake of fashion.

No sooner had the thought begun to enter his mind did one of her breasts pop free, just a few feet behind the truck. A flash of brown, spotted tit, capped with a black nipple before she stopped quickly and used her free hand to realign her clothing. Pausing for just a second, she looked up at his mirror and caught his gaze, her pretty green eyes catching his hazel, both of them knowing in that instant that what just happened was seen.

The mouse was slightly embarrassed to have been staring, but it settled as he reasoned she wouldn't know that. Just a look at the wrong time, right for him, and nothing more.

As she reached his passenger door, hand working the handle and popping it open, he looked over and smiled. He wasn't really into canines normally, but she was incredibly pretty. Her cheeks full and lips coated in red lipstick to match her top, smiling a bit, obviously embarrassed herself at what had just happened. She only poked her head in though, low enough to look under the frame of the door, so this was all he could see clearly, the rest of her just speculation based on the road and his mirror.

"Hi," she sounded out, smiling a bit brighter as she took in the small framed mouse. "I'm Kyrie, where're you headed?"

Keith reached out a naked, pink skinned hand across the bench seat and smiled just as brightly back at her. "Nowhere special, I just like driving around. And I'm Keith, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Kyrie took his hand in hers, his much smaller stature following to his hands too, hers engulfing it completely. She was gentle in her shake, however, not wanting to scare off a potential ride.

"I'm so glad you stopped, I don't think I could stand another night sleeping against a tree," she said as she slid into the soft, cloth seat and shut the door. "Saved at last."

The mouse chuckled at that as he watched her slump into the seat and kick her foot paws up onto the dash for a second as she relaxed, then remembering her manners putting them down in the floorboard.

"Kick 'em up, doesn't bother me, you look like you've been out for a while," Keith said as he admired her. He couldn't help it, he'd actually never met a hyena himself, so his eyes and mind worked to take her in to figure out.

Even slumped down, her foot paws lifting back up to the floorboard, her head was still level with his. She had to be over six foot, which dwarfed him by almost a foot if not more. Her hand laid out on the seat beside her as she laid her head back, easily twice the size of his. She made him feel a bit less than masculine for a moment, until she sighed softly, the sound coming out so very feminine.

"Thank you again...Keith," she whispered out, eyes closing, resting herself in the comfortable confines of his Blazer. "Seriously, no joke, man, I slept off in the woods last night. It's like this highway stretches off forever, you know?"

He chuckled at that as he shifted the little truck into gear and started off. He wouldn't bother her just yet about her seat belt, against his better judgment, figuring she needed to relax a bit more first. "Yeah, it does go on and on," he said to that, easing the truck back onto the highway, "and I'd imagine, the interstate is quite some ways back, you'd have had to bed down if that's where you came from."

"Last ride dropped me off there, said this little, dinky, fucking highway would take me to Ridgeline," she said, looking over at the white rodent. She took him in for a moment as he stared out at the road, not exactly frail or anything, but still lithe like she expected of a mouse. "That's where I'm going, by the way. Got family there."

He smiled at that, having to admit to himself he held a bit of pre-judged worry about her. He wasn't prejudiced, but so many people around him had issues and voiced them, he couldn't help them storing in the animal side of his mind. But someone going so far out of their way, the way she was, couldn't possibly be someone to worry about, right?

"Oh, that's cool," he said as he kicked the cruise control back on at a nice, comfortable fifty-five MPH, "Special occasion or something?"

She smiled at that, obviously happy to actually have someone to chat with. "Yeah, it's my little brother's twelfth birthday, and twelve is a big deal to my family. The whole, 'He's a man now' kinda thing," she said, giggling just a bit. "It's all really silly, but I wanna be there for him on his 'big day'."

The giggle further disarmed Keith, his ears twitching at the sound coming from someone so much bigger than him. It made him feel much better hearing it.

"Oh no, I understand," Keith said, glancing over at her, finding her twisted in her seat to look at him. "My family does the same thing on our tenth birthdays. Although, it just meant more chores for the same allowance."

"Parents, those cheating bastards, am I right," she said, giggling again, reaching out and nudging him softly with her fingers. "Can't live with 'em, can't get more allowance when you're a kid out of 'em."

Keith laughed at that, deciding then and there that he liked Kyrie. She was funny, had some good style, and was relaxed. How could anyone not like someone like this?

The mouse immediately felt sad, though, thinking such a nice person had been out on her lonesome for the last day or so just because of what she was. "Damned specists," he thought to himself, forcing the smile to stay on his face.

"Hasn't been too rough trying to get here, has it," he finally asked after a moment.

Her body language changed as she turned to sit properly in her seat. She sighed heavily and shook her head. "Fuckin' nightmare, man. I shit you not, I walked most of the way. Only got a few other rides."

"I'm real glad I stopped then," he said with a sigh of his own, feeling silly for ever even half listening to the few friends and co-workers he'd ever heard say anything bad about hyenas. "I imagine...um..."

"That I walked because I'm a 'Yena," she asked with a sarcastic laugh, "I'm sure that's why, Keith. Although, a few just didn't stop cause I was probably bigger than them." Her laugh lit back up as she joked, keeping the atmosphere light.

"Never entered my mind," Keith said with his own laugh as he directed the truck around another curve.

"Of course it did," Kyrie said, "I mean, what mouse doesn't worry about being gobbled up?"

The wheel jerked as Keith shifted the car back in line, his sudden burst of laughter almost taking them off the side. His eyes watered as he tried to bring himself back under control, but that had just tickled him at just the right time.

"Whoa, calm down there, man, wasn't that funny," she said, a smile stretched across her muzzle, thick, white teeth glinting at him.

"I couldn't imagine you eating anyone," Keith said between labored breathes, "you seem like such a nice person."

Kyrie got quiet suddenly and moved back along the seat, leaning against the door away from him. One foot in the floorboard, the other kicking up onto the seat, putting herself on display as she pulled on her best, seductive look, a finger stroking her bottom lip.

"I've been known to eat things," she said, her voice smooth like silk, "you know, this and that."

Keith was shocked for a moment, glancing over to see her, her posture and words making him squirm a bit in his seat. He wasn't uncomfortable long, the large woman reaching forward and pushing his shoulder playfully again, laughing her head off at her playful little joke.

The mouse shook his head as the realization dawned on him that she was just screwing around, chuckling softly to himself as he looked down. The fuel gauge didn't look very happy when he caught a look at it, not much left in the tank, causing him to swear to himself.

"Something wrong," Kyrie asked, leaning towards him, trying to see what he'd seen.

"Nothing big, just need to stop for gas sometime soon."

"Isn't there a gas station coming up soon," she asked, seeming a bit worried at the predicament they could both shortly be in.

"Yeah," the mouse said, "saw the sign for it about ten miles up from where I picked you up. Won't be more than a few more miles, I just don't like stopping when I'm out like this."

"You know," she said, suddenly a bit closer to the mouse as she slid across the seat toward him, "I mentioned what I was doing out here, but never asked what you were up to. Live out here?"

Keith thought about that for a second. They'd completely glanced over that part of the "normal" hitchhiker conversation. Both had just dropped straight into friendly chat as if they'd known each other for ages, just joking around like old friends who'd known each other forever. It was a bit odd to him, but he smiled at that. "Good friends start out that way," he thought, "I'll have to get her phone number or messenger info when I drop her off."

"I like exploring," he said, feeling her closeness, but being strangely unbothered by it. He chalked that up to how instantly friendly they'd been from the start and didn't give it another thought. "I use my days off, like today, to just pick a road and drive down it. See where it takes me, you know?"

"Now that sounds like a bunch of fun," Kyrie said, glancing down at his odometer. "Puts a lot of miles on the old car, though."

"And a big dent in my wallet for gas," Keith added, taking a forelorned breath in through his nose.

He noticed it then, cream and lilac. He hadn't really registered it before, but the Blazer had smelled a ton nicer when she'd gotten in. It was really nice, actually, his nose twitching as he took in another breath.

"You smell nice," he said absently, realizing the moment he said it she could take offense, wishing he could have crammed them right back into his mouth.

Kyrie shifted again, but not away, moving closer to Keith in the small front seat. She smiled at that and offered up her wrist. "You're only saying that so I don't think I smell like pine needles, grass, and B.O.," she said with a chuckle. "I kinda bathed in perfume this morning so I don't run off any potential rides."

He sniffed again, the source right under his nose, and found it intoxicating. There was just something about the combination that he just liked so much.

"I wouldn't worry about that," he said, looking up at her as she towered above him as much as the small cab would allow. "You smell fine. I'd know, mice have good noses," he finished with a grin.

"You're sweet. Nose deaf, but sweet," she said, tussling the fur between his ears as much as she could. "Oh look! There it is!"

They'd just finished rounding the corner into a straight away again, the gas station appearing suddenly. The lot was cut out of the forest, framed by it and the road along it's sides. Simple little place, barely the truck stop it was supposed to be, maybe six regular pumps and two under a tall awning for semis.

Within a moment, he was slowing and exiting the highway for the parking lot. Keith wasn't exactly used to the layout so he pulled out wide along the two tractor trailers parked with the rigs pointed out toward the road. He pulled up towards the pumps and slid in with them on one side, the store on the other side.

Shutting the car off, Kyrie slid back to the passenger seat and fixed her tube top a bit. "I've got a couple of bucks left, you want it for gas," she asked, reaching for the door handle.

Keith pulled the keys out of the ignition and shook his head. "My day trip, my dime," he said with a smile as he opened his door. "I'm gonna grab a soda or two too, you want one?"

The hyena smiled, expecting to hand over her last few dollars, and opened her own. "That, man, is a plan," she said, swinging her feet out of the truck and padding off toward the store.

He couldn't help but watch her walk off, now on his feet, finally level with her. She wasn't too much over six foot, but she was, and that put her about a foot taller than him. The way she moved though, she was graceful, which made her a sight to behold. Keith would have figured, with her size, she would have lumbered more than anything, but after some rest from all her walked, she just glided along.

Her ass, he couldn't help but notice, was all but hanging out of her daisy duke style cut offs. Only part of her he hadn't really seen much of, speeding past her pretty quick. He was almost mesmerized for a second when he noticed her chocolate brown tail wagging left and right rhythmically.

Keith felt the crotch of his pants tighten a bit as he watched, noticing when he felt himself slip a bit down his pant leg. He shook his head and looked away, as if the image he'd just taken in was so easily gotten rid of.

Fishing his wallet and credit card out, he slid it into the machine, thankful they were modern. After a long moment while it authorized, he couldn't get his mind off Kyrie. Pulling the nozzle free and opening his tank, pumping in gas, he pondered it.

She was definitely attractive, he couldn't lie about that, but with the click of the nozzle when the tank was full he chalked it up to just being hard up. He hadn't been laid since his last girlfriend left almost two years ago. "That'd get any guy thinking with his dick," he mused quietly to himself, "She wouldn't be interested or anything."

"Who wouldn't in what," he heard mumbled from behind him, causing him to spin around on the spot.

Kyrie stood there with a beef stick in one hand and a huge fountain drink in the other, the end of another beef stick disappearing between her lips. She had just come around the side of the truck when she spoke, her entire body on display, causing another bit of a throb in Keith's loins.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about things," he said, trying poorly to deflect from what she'd heard. Her hips cocking along with her eyebrow and the smirk around that beef stick screaming she didn't believe him.

"Sure, OK then," she said, mouth full, but voice screaming that she didn't mean it. "Got you one of these, you want it?"

He turned to her and saw the third beef stick stuck in her pants pocket, sticking mostly out as the pockets were shallow to say the least. He chuckled a bit at the sight and smiled. "Sure, I'd love one."

She handed him the one she already had and turned to walk back around to the passenger side, and the seat there that awaited her. "Nothing like a bit of meat to stick in your mouth," she said as she mostly disappeared behind the truck, her ears and hair still visible to him.

The comment caused another throb, seriously making him consider punching his crotch to get it to stop.

He opened his door and slid in behind the wheel, Kyrie already seated and waiting for him. He slid his key into the ignition, having to back it out as it got stuck, then slid it finally into place. The engine roared to life and with a pull on the shifter and push of the accelerator, they were on their way.

The exit bumped a bit where it joined the highway and Kyrie swore as her fountain drink spilt a bit from the side of the lid onto her tube top. "Fucking lids never fit on right."

Keith looked over and saw the spill on the front of her shirt, the sugary soda staining right down the front between her breasts. The second he noticed where the spill was, his head shot back forward to look at the road.

"Fucking shirt is soaked," Kyrie said as she picked up her backpack. She produced one after another, sniffing each, each getting a cringe, and being tossed into the back seat. Eventually, her hand started fishing around in the bottom with her swearing under her breath.

"What's wrong," Keith finally asked, his eyes glued to the twin lines of trees along the road.

"All my shit is dirty," she said, settling back into the seat as she dropped the backpack back into the floor between her paws. "I've got nothing to change into."

"Um, you know, you could soak one down with perfume," he joked, smiling to himself.

"That'd be like setting off some tear gas in here," she said with her own life, pulling the front of her tube top away from her breasts to get the cold soda away from her. "You've been too nice to do that to you."

"Well, not sure what else could be done there," Keith said, chuckling in return at her joke. His jovial mood was cut short though when she started moving around on the other side of the cab. "What are you doing?"

"First, I'm gonna take this off," Kyrie said as she hooked her fingers under the bottom hem of her tube top. She looked over to find him occasionally glancing over in a bit of shock. "What, it's not like you didn't see one of my titties when you picked me up, right?"

He couldn't retort in time as she pulled the fabric up and over her head, whipping it away into the back seat with her other shirts. Her breasts bounced a bit on her chest, coming clearly into view for him. They heaved as she breathed, coated in soft, light brown fur and chocolate spots. Her nipples were black, dark as coal, and were standing proudly from the cold of the soda.

His right pant leg tightened as he hardened having a gorgeous, half nude hyena seated next to him, images passing through his head. It only made his problem more difficult for him, his leg shifting as she smirked at him.

"What's wrong, Mousie, never seen hyena tits up close," she asked, turning in her seat to face him, putting them both on display.

"N-no," he said, hands tight on the wheel in front of him.

"Well, guess this is a treat for you then," she said, scooting over to the middle of the bench, her breasts just below the level of his shoulder. She cupped them and lifted as she leaned a bit closer, a smile on her face as she all but put them in his face. "It's OK, if you want a look."

"That's not it," he said softly, trying not to look over at them.

"What's it then," she said, still smirking, as she settled back down next to him.

"I-I k-kinda want more," he admitted.

She looked down then and noticed his predicament, the outline of his cock clear in his pant leg. "Holy shit," she said, staring down at it, "Is it really as big as it looks?"

"Don't tease me," he said, looking away from her as much as he could while still keeping his eyes on the road.

She slid back to her seat on the other side of the cab and folded her arms under her breasts. "Pull over."

"What," he asked, her tone of voice so different from what he'd heard so far from her, catching him a bit by surprise.

"Pull this bitch over, Keith," Kyrie said, still pouting.

He wanted to argue it, but one glance over at her told him not to. He let up off the gas and slowly pressed down on the break, slowing them as he steered the car onto the median. She motioned further over and he pulled the truck off into the grass.

As soon as he was stopped, she reached over, roughly shifting the truck into park and pulling the keys from the ignition, slipping them into her diminutive pocket.

"Hey," he almost shouted as he turned as much as he could in his seat, giving her a scornful look. "Give those back!"

"I'll give 'em back," she said, the pout gone, a smile curled on her muzzle, canines poking free to the mouse's view, "if you show me your dick."

"What," he said, aghast at what he'd just heard.

"I want to see your dick," Kyrie said, smiling even wider, her leg creeping up onto the seat to turn her directly toward him. "And make it good, no flashes of the base or anything. I wanna see the whole hog."

"You're crazy," Keith said with a chuckle, shaking his head slowly to and fro.

"Hello, fucking 'yena, so out with it. Drop those fuckin' pants, rodent."

"You're serious," he asked, looking her in the eyes for any sort of indication, but finding nothing but stone cold seriousness.

He didn't wait to hear an answer after seeing her eyes, reaching down and fumbling a bit with the button at the top of his jeans, his fingers failing as if he didn't remember how to work it. The zipper was easier, the sides of the front folding open to display his blue boxers.

As he went to push the front of them down, she reached out, stopping him with a hand on his wrist. "No," she said softly, "push your pants down, I wanna see the tent first..."

Her touch jolted him, in both surprise and arousal, jumping in his seat a bit as his still trapped cock jumped in his pant leg. Without a word, he carefully pushed his thumbs into the waist of his jeans and pushed. He lifted his rear, tail slipping a bit from the loop in the back as the denim slid down to expose more of his boxers.

The wanted tent came into view, to Kyrie's enjoyment, as soon as his jeans released the end. The leg lifted as his cock strained to be free in the air, the hyena's eyes widening at the sight of it.

"Damn, that's nice," she said, licking her lips slowly, arms unfolding so that her hands can cup her breasts. "Slip it out the front, Keith."

The mouse couldn't believe it when his hands started moving, slipping into the front flap and wrapping his fingers around his cock. It was like she had a power over him or something, he'd do it if she asked, just as he was right now. He'd jump off a bridge, all she'd have to do is say to.

"Man," she said with a small gasp when it finally came free. "If you don't have a girlfriend, then I don't know why."

"I don't like being made fun of," Keith whispered softly, his cock wrapped tightly in his hand, in full view of the hyena beside him.

"Baby, the only thing I could say to make fun of that is to ask how many women you've killed with it," she said, moving closer again, letting her breasts drop from her hands. That hand was over his own faster than he could think, holding his fingers and wrapping up along his shaft. "Cause even for me, this is more than a one hander, Keith."

Keith's body shuddered as Kyrie began stroking him, his hand pulling out from under hers. He moaned softly, not having felt another s touch in so long, all he could do was slump back in his seat.

"You've been so nice to me, it's time I was nice to you," she said, watching his amazingly thick and long meat sliding between her fingers. She was impressed by it, her eyes wide as he took it in. "Ass, grass, or gas, right?"

"What," he stammered, the pleasure she was giving with just her fingers using what brain power he could gather.

"You didn't want the gas and I don't have any grass, so, "she said, bending down towards him. Her head barely fit between his belly and the steering wheel as she opened her mouth and took the end of his cock between her fire red, painted lips.

Keith gasped sharply, not expecting this to go further, his fingers clenching against the fabric of the driver's seat as his cock was slowly engulfed in her warm mouth. Her broad tongue caressed the shaft and drug upward to tease at the head. He gasped again as his cock throbbed, depositing a healthy bead of precum onto her tongue.

A deep moan floated up from her chest, enjoying the flavor of him. Her hand stroked upward, trying to squeeze up more of his lubricating juices for her enjoyment. Her tongue moved in counter time, his cock throbbing, growing thicker in her mouth, and giving her exactly what she sought.

Precum flowed for her in a slow, but steady stream, her throat flexing, swallowing it down with her spit.

"Kyrie," the mouse moaned out, hands lifting from the seats to her rounded ears, gently caressing them. "I-If you don't stop..."

She lifted her head from him, the wet flesh slurping against her lips. She smiled at him and gently stroked his cock to keep him nice and hard.

"No, I don't want you to cum yet," she said, her tongue slipping free and lapping along her lips for a last taste. "Get in the back seat..."

Keith looked at her, really looked at her, as she sat there stroking his dick. He felt so good, better than he'd felt in years, but he didn't want it like this. He gave her a lift when she needed one and she said she owed him, but she didn't. He'd have likely stopped no matter what, that's just who he was. This wasn't right and he had to do something.

"Kyrie, you don't have," he started, but she'd reached forward and put a large hand against his cheek.

"I know I don't," she said, smiling lewdly, "I wanted to earlier when you stopped and I saw how cute you were. Then I see this massive cock of yours and...oh man..."

She didn't want to waste anymore time, letting him go and opening her door. She stepped out into the grass, the blades slipping through her toes as she shut her door and opened the back, climbing in.

Keith watched her move, mesmerized by her words and her body, even the awkward act of slipping off her cut off jean shorts was beautiful. She was an alluring creature in her own right, but this change in her from fun loving to overtly sexual was almost too much for him.

His inner thoughts, however, were interrupted when she tossed her cut offs at him, hitting him square in the muzzle. "When I said to get back here, I meant right fucking now," she said, leaning back against the door, a pillowy breast in each hand.

Hurriedly, the mouse opened his door and stepped out, nearly falling on his face as his pants and boxers slid down his legs. Keith kicked them off and left them in the dirt as he stepped back and pulled open the rear door. Tan fur and black flesh greeted his gaze as the door came open, Kyrie leaned back, legs spread as she played with her breasts.

Keith climbed in on his knees, cock bobbing a bit as he stepped up onto the seat, a drop of precum breaking and dripping onto the fabric. "OK," he murred softly, "what now?"

"What now? Seriously," she said, feigning in credulousness as one of her hands crept down from her breast, along her belly, to her nethers. Thick, clawed fingers slid along either side of her lips and spread them, displaying the wet flesh inside for the mouse's view. "What now is you come over here and slide that cock inside me. And make it hurt tomorrow, you know? Think you can manage?"

He edged toward her, still a bit meek, but slightly emboldened after she questioned his ability to do this. Keith knew how to fuck, that wasn't the issue. It was the last thing she said. He'd hurt a couple of girlfriends accidentally and it always made him worry about doing this. His cock bobbing with every movement as he approached, running through all those times he heard a woman say "Ow" or start crying when he really got into it.

Kyrie didn't deserve that, he knew, even though he'd just met this hyena. Something inside him just told him that he didn't want to hurt her like that, but he couldn't put his finger on why.

She reached forward with a growl, taking his hips in her hands. "Get the fuck over here, lover," she said, pulling him in between her legs, smashing his cock hard against her vulva. "Oh fuck, that's gonna feel so good. Get it in me..."

The big hyena didn't really give him much option to do it himself, her hand moving down and taking his cock right behind the head. He gasped out as she moved him, sliding the tip of him against her wet pussy lips, the wet schlick coming forth with every up and down stroke letting him know how truly ready she was.

He started to throb again in her fingers as she positioned him and pulled. His cock opened the petals of her sex and found her entrance with ease, both letting out a moan as he slid inside. She wasn't painfully tight to Keith, but some effort was needed to seat himself within her.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," Keith groaned, his hands moving on instinct to her hips as he started to push on his own, feeding her a good length of him before stopping.

"Uhnnn," she growled out, her hands moving to her hair, gripping the length of it flopped over the shaved side.

"Are you OK," the mouse asked, holding himself still, only half inside her.

Her answer was a buck of her hips, forcing another few inches inside her, her pussy taking everything he had to offer and wanting more. More that he gave, gripping onto her tightly and shoving inside, hilting himself inside her.

Kyrie grunted loudly as she felt the head of his cock slam into her depths, kissing the passage to her womb. "Fuck yeah," she said, taking hold of his cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Do it, fuck this pussy like it's the last you'll ever have...cause if I don't cum, it might."

Shock spread over his face until he saw her smile. There was the funny chick he'd first met on the side of the road, just fucking with him once again. Two could play that game though, his hips drawing back, dragging his thick mousehood from inside her.

She whimpered as it started to leave her feeling empty, until with a surge, she was filled again, the head ramming her cervix like he was trying to punch her insides with his cock.

Again and again, he battered her pussy with his dick, giving her everything he had. Rather than cries or jolts of pain, she rocked back into him, taking more and more of everything he dished out. He loved it, and loved more that she was too, driving him to let loose more and more, until the only thing that could be heard above the wet sounds of their joining were his large, rodent balls slapping against her full figured ass.

Their moans echoed inside the small SUV along with the smacking of their bodies together. Keith can't remember the last time he experienced so much pleasure and felt so good being with someone. It wasn't about sex, it was about release, letting himself really enjoy what he was doing. It was like his driving, but so very much more.

Kyrie reached out and grabbed hold of him, pulling him down and mashing his muzzle against her right breast. "Suck on it, mousie, suck my tit," she moaned out between gasps as he drove into her.

Without thought, his lips spread and he placed a kiss into one of the chocolate spots that decorated the heavy globe. He worked from that spot through the tan fur covering her, until he found that jet shaded nipple crowning it. On instinct, he took hold of it, suckling hard on it like a malnourished whelp.

The yena cried out, her grip on his head tightening, refusing to let him go if he had even wanted to.

Keith's tongue worked over her smooth skin as his hips pistoned into her. His world was nothing more than the woman beneath him and his own thoughts. No longer did he wonder why she was doing this, he just thought of how very lucky he was. Here he was, nipple between his lips, maleness buried to the hilt within her, letting himself go for the first time in his life.

If there was a paradise, he was living it right now, digging his fingers into her thick pelt for better purchase as he fucked this big female. Who'd have thought he could even pleasure a hyena, much less one of her stature.

It hit Keith then, he was never built for all the women his size he'd dated, he was meant to bring pleasure to these big predators, and he was going to prove it right now.

His front buck teeth shifted and he bit against her nipple suddenly. Kyrie cried out loudly, her inner muscles flexing tightly around his shaft, her fingers taking hold of his large ears as if they were handles. There was no more control in her, she couldn't hold back anymore as he suckled and chewed on her sensitive flesh.

A deep, rolling groan was what her cry turned into as her pussy clamped down on him, then started milking. Keith wasn't going to stop though, redoubling his efforts, fighting through her vice like flesh. His hips were almost a blur as he fucked her harder than he'd ever though possible, the smacking of his balls against her steady.

"Oh yes, yes, you're fucking me so good," she screamed as her climax reached it's peak. Never before had she ever been so into it, so it didn't surprise her at all when she squirted, drenching them both in her juices.

Keith, though, was surprised by this, never before having a partner do it. As her warm juices flowed over the base of his cock to soak into the fur on his balls, they drew up tight against him. Clenching his ass, trying to stave off his climax, he squeezed his eyes shut with the effort of it without stopping his assault on her sex.

"Oh fuck, I almost came," he squeaked out, hanging onto her as if she was the only thing keeping him from falling.

"Do it...cum in me," she barely got out through her panting, gasping orgasm.

This was new to him too, tightening his rear again to hold back once more, barely getting his own reply free. "Are you safe?"

"It doesn't matter, just fill me," she cried out in frustration, wanting this more than anything else at the moment, her powerful legs hooking around his hips to keep him from escaping.

That was it, he couldn't hold back any longer, driving in one more time and holding himself deep against her cervix. He tried to cry out as he finally let go, but nothing came up as his cock throbbed inside her with his heartbeat.

With a surge Kyrie could feel, his seed raced up from his heavy testicles, flowing up through his shaft, and spewing from the tip. The first wave caught them both off guard as it shot forth and painted her depths, followed by another, then another.

Keith's hips jerked solely on instinct, lobbing each jet of his hot cum inside her, making sure she got every drop he had. The hyena panted loudly in his ear as she filled, faster than she had ever filled before. She almost felt too ful, until the pressure let loose and their combined fluids oozed out from between them.

Soon, their orgasms started to fade, their senses returning to them. Keith rested himself against her, laying his head against her right breast, looking up at her with eyes fogged over by lust and his afterglow. Her heavy fingers gently slid along her bare head, tickling the bases of his ears as she panted through her own.

"You have no idea," she finally said, head rested back against the door's window sill, "how good that was."

"Was I...really good," he asked, the last of his insecurities showing themselves.

"The best, no joke, man," she said, smiling wide as a thought came to mind. "And when I can feel my legs again, I'm gonna ride you until you go blind."

Keith's eyes widened a bit in shock, even though he could barely see as it was, thinking how short that ride might be.

"Then you can take me home, deal"

The Blazer pulled along a short dirt driveway up towards a really nice looking house. It was way bigger than his parents' house had been and he had a large family. But this place, it was like a small hotel.

All around, hyenas, wolves, canids of all different flavors wandered around the tables set up with food and drinks. Even a couple of big cats were around, speckled in the crowd, causing Keith to instinctively gulp.

"It'll be fine, ain't like any of us would eat you," Kyrie said, smiling as she stroked his shoulder. "Except maybe me."

The mouse chuckled as they pulled up near the front porch, between a couple of cars. They both got out, carefully rearranging their clothes after a longer drive than either had guessed it might have been. Kyrie had even opted to change into one of her "dirty" shirts after what had happened to the last one she'd tried to wear.

Before either could close their doors, a young hyena ran up and took hold of Kyrie in a hug that screamed an absence too long.

"Kyrie! I'm glad you could make it!"

The hyena hugged her younger brother back, giving him a kiss on the forehead, as Keith stepped around the back of the truck to join them. "Glad I could make it, Little Bro."

The little male turned when he heard feet in the dirt and gravel behind him. He took a moment to regard the mouse before him, the hyena's age the only reason they stood eye to eye. It wouldn't be a few months before he was taller than this little guy and his body language screamed it.

"Who's this little thing," he asked back at the older female. "He your boyfriend?"

Kyrie stepped around her brother and took hold of Keith, lifting off his little, naked feet. She planted a long, passionate kiss on his lips that made the younger male before them act as if he was gonna be sick. When she finally set him down, he wrapped an arm around her hip, his hand gently stroking along her thigh.

"Yeah, best one I could ever have too. Got a fuckin' problem?"