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It was a particularly cold day out, and I would've much rather stay in bed all day, surfing the web and playing video games in the warmth, but I guess it wasn't to be. Instead, I'm stuck trudging through the snow, trying to get to the depot on time. Not half an hour ago, as I was about to make myself dinner, I got a phone call. One of the truckers needs to be relieved, as he's nearly reached the maximum allowable hours worked without a break. One of the office workers at the depot is supposed to give me a ride out there, to a rest stop on the Valley Road.

I make my way up to the office, which is formed from a trio of shipping containers placed side-by-side and the interiors filled with offices and a break room. With one gloved paw on the frosty, metal handrail, I climb the few stairs to the door, and push inside. "Wow, its cold out there." I say to the receptionist, indicating the 24 degrees Fahrenheit displayed on the thermometer. The young otter smiles and says "I bet it is. Max is in the back." I nod and say "Thank you." Before heading into the break room, I clock in, as is standard practise here. "Forty hours worked, and its only Thursday..." I mutter to myself, looking at the time card. Placing it back in the slot, I step into the break room. Max, a forty-something year old polar bear, is sitting at the table, chair turned to face the tiny TV sitting on the kitchen counter. A football game is on, but I can't tell who the teams are. "Ready to go?" Max asks, not even turning, before sipping his drink. I take a deep breath, and reply "Yep."

Outside, the snow has begun to fall again, the sky going from its earlier black to a dark grey, the orange glow of the streetlights flickering off the flurries of the white powder. "Ever been up to West End?" Max asks as we cross the yard. "I've... passed by. Never stopped, although I've heard the chef makes a great steak." I say, leaving out the part where I don't like red meat. Yeah, an Arctic Fox who doesn't like red meat, go on, laugh it up. "Ah, yeah, those steaks are great. Thick and juicy, and the chef knows exactly how to do it." Max muses.

We find three of the company trucks parked under a spotlight, the red paint standing out against the white snow like a sore thumb. Max unlocks the doors on the one in the middle, and we hop in. "Brr. Why does it have to be so cold?" whine, reaching over to turn up the heater, whilst Max starts the engine. The bear laughs and says "You got thin skin, boy? Hah, a few winters up here will do you good." I resist the urge to glare at him, and just sit back, absently reaching over my shoulder for my seatbelt.

The ride up to the rest stop is silent, neither of us saying a word, until the lights at the rest stop come into view. "Looks like he ain't there." Max says, and I see what he means. There are only two trucks in the lot, and both are blue, the colour of Arctic Fox Co.'s biggest competitor. I sigh loudly "I gotta wait in the cold? Ugh, couldn't this guy just wait another day?" I'd been told that this guy was leaving the company, retiring to the States, and apparently couldn't wait another day.

"See you later, man." Max says, before driving off. I shiver as the cold starts to seep into my jacket. I glance over at the two blue trucks. My arrival must've woken one of the drivers, because his interior light is on. I hug my arms to my chest, and hope that this impatient driver gets here soon.

Fifteen cold, cold minutes pass, and it's just as my teeth have started chattering, that I hear the sound of snow crunching. Turning around, I see a grey wolf, all bundled up in his thick jacket and woollen hat, the trail of footprints in the snow leading back to the truck with the light on in the cab. "Hey, you want to come in the truck? I've got the heater going." Even though it's not procedure, and everybody will get mad, I nod, trying to stop from shivering too much. He leads me back over to his truck, and opens the door for me. Having nearly frozen, I struggle to get up, and he gives me a hand. I let out a little squeak as his paws touch my rear, one right on my crotch, and the other on my leg. He says nothing, and I quickly put my frozen paws in front of the heater vents, sighing happily at the warmth.

I almost don't notice the trucker getting in the driver's seat. "Why don't you get in the back? I'll get you something to drink." He says, and I quickly climb in the back. With no other options, I sit on the bunk, and the trucker soon joins me in the small cabin. The musky scent of a male hits my nose, and I try to ignore the little signals in my head. He pours something out of a flask into a small cup, and then carefully turns to hand it to me. I take it, and bring the cup to my muzzle and take a sip. It's hot, almost burning my tongue, but it's sweet, and it feels warm all the way down. I take a few more sips, until a sudden, involuntary shiver runs through me, causing me to spill the drink. Burning hot liquid lands in my lap, and I try not to cry out as it starts burning my legs. "Shit, take it off!" he says, but I push his paws away as he tries to grab my belt. "You'll get burned!" he growls, and he tries again. The larger, more muscular male quickly overpowers me, and he pulls my pants right off, then grabs a towel. As he wipes the scalding drink from my legs, I try to pull my jacket down between my legs, embarrassed and blushing profusely at being half-nude in front of another guy. Tossing the towel aside, he crouches down and gives me a stern look. "S-sorry about that." I stutter. He continues to stare, and images begin flashing through my head, mainly involving him stripping or mounting me. I can't believe I'm thinking these things! I've never had sex before, I'm still a virgin for crying out loud!

A sudden heat fills my body, and, while I'd have appreciated it a few minutes ago, it quickly has me feeling overheated. I pant a little, and the wolf reaches a paw over to feel my forehead. I let go of my jacket and try to push him away, leaning away from his paw. Suddenly, he's on top of me, one paw holding my arms above my head, the other slowly working its way up my thigh. I moan as his claws send tingle up my spine, his fingers getting ever closer to my crotch.

No one had ever touched me there, not since I was a little pup, anyway. I was born intersexed, which means that I look male, but between my legs I have a vagina, instead of a sheath and balls. The kids at my primary school hadn't noticed, because up until middle school, I went as a girl. A sudden burst of pleasure pulls me back to the present, the wolfs paw having finally reached my crotch, rubbing and caressing my nethers through my underwear. After a few moments, he tugs at the elastic of my underwear until its around my knees. He moves closer, and starts grinding his crotch into mine, and I gasp at the feeling of the rough denim rubbing against my sex, my body out of my control as I press back against him, trying to get more of that feeling. Through half lidded eyes, I see the wolf grin, and he swiftly undoes his pants, releasing his canine cock. He grinds against me a bit more, before pulling back.

He sits right back and looks at me. "Do you want this?" he asks, a smirk on his face. 'No!' I yell, my body moaning out a "Yes!" He grins again, and grabs me by the hips, and rolls me onto my stomach. I grab onto the pillow as I feel his tip start probing my entrance. After a few tentative pokes, he pushes forwards, and I let out a loud moan as my insides are spread open, pleasure filling my body. Without shopping, he just keeps shoving, forcing his cock further and further into me. A sudden pain hits me, and I realise that it's my hymen. I grip the pillow tightly, teeth gritted in pain at the sudden loss of my virginity. However, the wolf doesn't seem to care, and he starts roughly pulling out then shoving himself back into me, each thrust pushing my face into the pillow. The heat I felt earlier grows with each rough thrust, turning into a sensation of burning need centred on my crotch. The wolf seems to pay my feelings no heed, slamming home again and again, his knot swelling rapidly as his orgasm approaches. His thrusts start to lose their rhythm, and I think he intends to knot me, with the way he slams into me. My feelings of pleasure peak, and I cry out as my whole body tenses, shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. My orgasm triggers the wolf, and, with one final, powerful thrust, he shoved forwards, his massive knot forcing its way into me before expanding, locking him inside me as his tip erupts, his seed gushing into me. The sheer sensation of the wolfs warm cum flooding me sends me over the edge with another orgasm.

We lie there for a couple of minutes, both panting from exertion. With a grunt, the wolf starts tugging, trying to pull himself out. I cry out in surprise as he painfully tugs at my insides. With a very rough pull, his knot finally pops out, a small dribble of cum leaking out onto the sheets below.

As the last tingles of pleasure run through me, I find myself being rapidly re-dressed, sans underwear, before being pushed out of the truck. "A parting gift." The wolf says, shoving a small wad of bills into my jacket pocket. Weak at the knees, I sink to the ground, watching in shock as the truck starts up, then pulls out of the lot. With a shaking paw, I take the wad of bills out and count them. A hundred bucks. That guy fucked me, then left me in a cold, dark parking lot with a hundred bucks in my pocket. Did... did he think I was some sort of prostitute?

Of course, my dad is furious. I end up sitting on a chair in his office, facing the desk. His angry words garbled and muffled, while I stare at the name tag on the desk 'Michelangelo Burton - CEO'. "Are you even listening to me, Martin?" dad yells, shaking me by the shoulders. "Yeah, dad." I mutter, trying to focus. The older fox growls, pinching the bridge of his nose and stepping around behind his desk. "This is no laughing matter, Martin! You're lucky that the cops aren't involved, and you're lucky that I can let you keep your job." He says, sitting at his desk. I just sit there, silently holding the tip of my tail between my paws, something I found myself doing whenever I was in trouble as a pup. Old habits die hard, I suppose. "I'm sorry, dad. I... I couldn't stop him." A confused look crosses his face, and he opens his muzzle to speak, only to be interrupted by the door opening.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were busy." My fathers secretary turns to leave, but dad stop her. "No, Emilie, it's fine, come in." then he turns to me. "This is not over, Martin. Expect repercussions here and at home. Now get out." I stand and quickly leave, brushing past the confused tigress, and run out into the night...

--Authors note-- Hey guys, I hope you've enjoyed this, my latest work! As with the previous story 'The Truckstop', I wanna know if you guys want to see more of Martin, please comment below, and if you have an OC you'd like to see having a 'warm night' with Martin, maybe you could call him up, "Looking for a friend in Beacon"? Of course, if you see any mistakes, or have constructive criticism for me, the comment box is below, and if you feel I deserve it, maybe a vote or a good rating? Ok, thanks guys! Bye!