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--1

"You get that shit running yet or what?"

"I'm gonna go with or what. If you want your bike to run, you need to quit fucking buggin' me, because I'm a fucking artist," Jimmy scoffed, flicking up his square Shepherd snout.

Zaylin was unmoved. She rubbed a leaky smear of oil on the engine block and wiped it on his muzzle. "There, artist. You're art now, I fucking painted you."

Jimmy pretended not to notice, going back to tinkering. "Maybe you shouldn't complain about how long this is taking, since you're the one who put diesel in the tank."

When she was angry, Zaylin was terrifying. What settled on her toothy wolverine face was a bit less than anger, but certainly not pleasure. She growled and scuffed her boot on the floor. "It's not my fault they had the fuckin' pumps mixed up."

"Hey, Zaylin," the German Shepherd grinned, "do you know what gas smells like? Y'know, petrol? Gasoline? It sure as fuck don't smell like diesel."

Zaylin sneered angrily. She swatted Jimmy's creased ear, making it flick. "Hey, Jimmy, you know what sweat smells like? Y'know, sweat? In my ass crack after six hours of cruising. You want some of that?" she added with emphasis. Jimmy winced.

Nearby, buffing a chrome tailpipe, Miguel murmured, "Ain't that what you got that sissy-boy for, babe?"

"I ain't seen him in a month," Zaylin shrugged, moseying away from her poisoned bike. "Always seem to catch him when he and that 'yeen girl are doing something together. I'll get him again one of these days."

Miguel snickered and swished his elegant marten tail. "Ay, I wouldn't mind her stopping by again. Hot little tamale knew how to please a man, that's for sure."

Over the sound of ratcheting, Jimmy murmured, "You just like that she licked your asshole. You love any chick who'll do that."

"Who can blame him," Zaylin shrugged. "And hey, Miguel, that shit can wait. I need a beer, let's go get some. I'm riding bitch, I guess."

The marten grinned, setting down the tailpipe. He stood up and stretched out his lanky body, putting himself a head above Zaylin, a tall woman as it was. "You? Ridin' bitch? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Wouldn't have to if someone hadn't put diesel in her gas tank," Jimmy chimed in. Zaylin grunted.

--2

Over the three-chord rock of AC/DC, Ryan did his best to mingle and schmooze in the crowded bar. The place reeked of body odor and spilled beer; sweat and engine grease. Ryan blended in perfectly in sight and smell, his oil-smeared shirt with the pit stains making him appear like one of the locals easily. Even his voice - a vaguely Midwestern accent, deepened by age - was the median. Ryan could have had a productive night of drinking, arm wrestling, and shooting pool if he hadn't let his baser urges take command.

The boy was flawless. He was a cheetah, five foot five even and certainly not a day older than twenty, though he had a beer in his grip all the same. He had on colors which Ryan saw in abundance in the bar, consisting of black jeans worn slightly saggy and a faded red beater, almost pink. When he talked, Ryan was driven wild by his sassy Latino accent. His name, which the wolf overheard as he surreptitiously lingered near the boy, was Samuel. Ryan could get behind boning a twink named Samuel, especially if he could call him Sammy.

Ryan could be patient when he was sober, but with a couple of beers in him and a burning desire to fuck a young man, he abandoned all pretenses of subtlety. It never occurred to him that hitting on someone wearing gang colors, twink or not, might be unwise. Up at the counter, Ryan shimmied between the cheetah and one of his brothers sitting next to him - a mountain lion of a much more athletic build.

"Hey, kiddo," Ryan amicably said, earning the immediate ire of the cheetah.

"Hola, gringo." Utter contempt.

The gray-muzzled wolf smiled slyly. He slapped a five down on the bar. "Barkeep, another for me and another for lil' Sammy here."

"What the fuck you call me, cabron?" Samuel hissed, standing in a flash. He only came up to Ryan's breast, and so the wolf still smiled. It wasn't until the mountain lion grabbed him by the shoulder that Ryan realized things weren't following the script. "Who the fuck said you could call me that, motherfucker? You know who calls me Sammy? My puta sister."

"Puta?" Ryan murmured. More and more eyes were ending up on him. Most of them belonged to fellows in red beaters. "I think I know that one. Uh, not a very nice thing to call your sis," he laughed, trying to sound disarming. The mountain lion squeezed down on his shoulder, pricking his skin with claws. Ryan pretended not to notice.

The cheetah grinned in anger. "C'mon, let's give this motherfucker a little lesson about familiarity, yeah?"

"You know, uh," Ryan grunted, letting himself be nudged toward the door, "I was just tryin' to be nice. I could buy a round for all your buddies."

"My brothers and I can pay for our own shit, man. Keep walking. You're gonna look real funny with some of those fuckin' yellow teeth missing."

--3

Over the thunderous, rough sound of the motorcycle, Zaylin shouted into the cup of Miguel's ear, "Wanna hit up that little shithole out by the Shell station?"

Miguel shouted back, as the big wolverine leaned over his shoulder to hear him, "Ay, you sure? That place is fucking crawling with those Red Thorn pussies."

"Fuck 'em!" Zaylin brayed. "They shouldn't be in our turf anyway."

"Hah, I haven't been in a good fight in a while! We gonna go for blood or what?"

"Nah, let's not get the cops involved tonight. I'm gonna save the bloodshed for that dumbass at the Shell station, changing the pumps around like that." Miguel laughed, but he had the feeling Zaylin was serious.

Miguel and Zaylin rolled into the parking lot first, stopping on the far side of a beat-up, black semi truck. Five other bikes came to a halt nearby, each one hefting an unfriendly, greasy alpha male motherfucker. Among them: a draft stallion; a very big mutt dog with vague Great Dane features; a pure-bred husky dog; and two stags, one with his rack sawed off down to flat-edged nubs. They fanned out behind Zaylin and followed her wide hips.

In plain view of Zaylin and this small offering of her crew, Samuel and the other Red Thorns thrust Ryan down into the gravel. He landed on his flank and got a bloody elbow for his trouble, but he took it with dignity, and visibly steeled himself for his beating. Samuel got off one kick to the gut before Zaylin spoke up: "Whose fuckin' turf are you on, boy?"

Samuel looked up at the wolverine, showing obvious scorn for her and her boys. He reared up to kick the old wolf again when the mountain lion grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Samuel hissed but relented.

"Dude, that's fucking Zaylin. Bitch is bad news."

"I don't give a shit who the puta is!" Samuel spat, and he was restrained again, this time by three of his brothers. The mountain lion stepped forward slowly. At Zaylin's side, Miguel the marten reached into his jacket and felt the grip of his piece. Orders or no, he wasn't about to let somebody put a knife in Zaylin.

"We got no issue with you, woman," the mountain lion evenly said. "This old prick here decided he was gonna get fresh with us. Just doin' a little policing."

"You don't police shit around here, pencildick," the wolverine warned, putting her paws on her stout hips. "Now you get in your little fuckin' low-riders," she mimed walking off with two fingers, "and you bounce the hell outta here."

Ryan watched Zaylin impassively, clutching his bruised gut. At that moment in time, he had never been so grateful to see a tubby lesbian in all his life.

Surprisingly, it was Samuel who bugged off to the cars first, followed shortly by his brothers. Double-file, they crunched through the gravel past Zaylin and her boys, and they piled into their low-riders and idled away.

Zaylin grabbed Ryan's paw while he tried to right himself. In an overt show of strength, she yanked him up to his feet and patted his shoulders. "You all right, old man? Those pussies are always causing trouble in my turf."

The trucker smiled thinly. "I'll be fine. Shame I'm not gettin' laid, though."

"Ay, you some kinda queer or something?" Miguel asked playfully, as the rest of Zaylin's bikers made their way inside.

"Well, sure," Ryan chirped. "And I figure, hey, anybody wearing pink with a buncha other men like that probably likes a stiff one in the ass."

Miguel laughed, but Zaylin absolutely brayed with it. She suddenly slugged Ryan's shoulder. "See, this old son-of-a-bitch gets it!" she howled. "I been sayin' that for years!"

"What's your name, hombre?" the marten asked, stepping up beside Zaylin. She leaned on him, still sniggering.

So the wolf politely introduced himself, and Miguel and Zaylin did the same, shaking paws on it. It was the wolverine who noticed the blood dripping off of Ryan's elbow, and when it was brought to his attention, he cupped the wound but shrugged. "I'll live. Little scrape, couple bruised ribs." He grinned charmingly. "At least they didn't get to my face, that's what gets me laid."

Zaylin glanced at Miguel, and he nodded. She hooked her thumb over her shoulder and said to the wolf, "You wanna come back to the garage? We can throw a bandage on that. Just gotta stop for some beer."

"Sounds like a plan to me, honey."

--4

With a beer in his paw, Ryan watched Zaylin roll a bandage around his bloody elbow. He glanced at her thick bust, held loose in a black wife beater. "Your titties are gonna hang to your bellybutton if you don't put 'em in a bra, you know."

Zaylin glanced up at Ryan's face and sneered. "I thought you were a fag."

"I am," the wolf shrugged. "Just, as someone who has fairly perky tits," he said with a smile, "I like to share advice." Zaylin laughed and punched him in his bruised gut. He winced sharply.

"Ryan, ese," Miguel spoke up, just stepping into the garage, "mind if I take a look at your rig, man? Sounded like she could use a tune-up."

"Sure, kid, that'd be much appreciated," Ryan nodded, tipping his beer at the marten. He smiled down at Zaylin. "Your boys are pretty helpful, honey."

The wolverine gave a half-hearted shrug. "They like you, you're a nice guy. Most people come here just looking for shit, like they get off on being chained," she snickered. Suddenly she ripped off the end of the bandage and tied it into a shoelace knot. "There. Now you won't get your diseased homo blood everywhere."

"Very considerate, thank you," said Ryan dryly.

Zaylin batted her eyelashes and blew him a smooch. "Next time you want to fuck a twink, just ask me, you old horndog. I know a little fag who'll touch his toes for someone like you."

This was of visible interest to Ryan, who thoughtfully hummed, then sipped his beer. "Is that so."

"Yeah. Cute thing, I guess. Like five-foot-something, blonde, likes having his face sat on," she noted, grinning impishly. "But that's for some other time. I want another one of those beers."

As the night wore on, approaching the small morning hours, Zaylin and Ryan steadily put away beer after beer. They began in a competition of some kind, but since they defined the rules when they were in eight beers each, nobody knew what was the fuck was going on by the time they'd had ten. Miguel came in at quarter past midnight to tell Ryan that his truck was as good as new; Ryan belched his appreciation then fell out of his chair, scraping his good elbow. Zaylin found this hysterically funny and ended up falling out of her chair too. She landed on her broad ass with a bump. Miguel rolled his eyes and left again.

On the floor, they continued their drinking game. Twelve beers each, then thirteen, then fourteen. Ryan pulled into the lead, having his sixteenth when Zaylin was still on her fifteenth. At that point the fat wolf fell on the separate rows they'd been maintaining to keep count, knocking the bottles into one messy pile.

"Oh! Oh shi-i-it," Zaylin belched. "Oh, oh, holy fucking shit. You fucking ruined it. God dammit."

"Fuck. Sorry. I'm hungry now," Ryan somberly said. "Fffuck." He started to get up, ending up on his paws and feet with his wide ass high in the air. Very slowly, he moved forward. Zaylin watched him with the utmost interest, then tried to join him. However, she used him for support and made him crash back into the floor. They wound up in a heap together.

"I think I'm winning," Zaylin uncertainly said. "What do I win?"

"I dunno. Let's, uhhh--, let's go get some KFC. I'm driving."

Zaylin agreed that fried chicken sounded like a good way to cap off their drinking game. The trouble was, it was 1 AM and she had forgotten how her legs worked. Ryan wasn't much better off.

"Miguel! Mi-i-igue-e-el!" Zaylin bellowed. "Fuck! Miguel! Miguel, I'm hungry!"

Silence. Ryan closed his eyes against the muted glare of the dirty fluorescent bulbs. "I think we're alone here. Oh, fuck. Fuck, we're gonna starve to death."

"God. Fuck. You're right, probably." The fat wolverine sat up through no small force of effort and pulled off her jacket. She slung it to the side and started peeling her beater off too. This proved extremely difficult, but she managed it, and her big breasts spilled out.

"What are you doing?" the wolf asked, speaking with sincere curiosity as though the concept of undressing was new and exciting to him. "I wanna do that too. Help me."

Zaylin fell against Ryan, then started to pull off his greasy t-shirt. When she managed that, she fell against him again, albeit intentionally. "This may be, uh, the beer talking," she murmured, bumping her nose into Ryan's, "but you are a really fucking handsome guy. Like, shit. And I usually think old guys are--, like--, you know, pedophiles!"

Before Ryan could say anything in reply, Zaylin kissed him. It was the drunkest, sloppiest kiss she had ever given in all her life, because Zaylin was not given to smooches. She gave it her all, slopping her black tongue deep inside of Ryan's drunk mouth. She slurped across his palate and over his tongue, and he lapped back, but really just as a token gesture. Through it all, she lewdly rumbled.

With an awkward touch, Ryan whisked his fingers through Zaylin's brown mohawk and kept on down her naked back. He found her wide hip and squeezed it, and Zaylin in turn stroked down his breast and belly, stopping at his navel. Zaylin broke out of the kiss to belch, then tried to kiss him again, but Ryan pulled his muzzle away and frowned.

"Hey, what's the matter?" she asked, stroking his gut.

"Um," Ryan mumbled. "Nothing, I guess."

Ryan wanted to ask if she remembered that he was gay, but there was a problem with that: he wasn't sure he remembered. Zaylin's kissing and rubbing was stimulating in a way he reserved for young men. When she started smooching down his front side, preening the gray seam in his black fur, he splayed out and sighed. His matted tail thumped against the concrete.

Maybe Ryan was having a crisis of sexuality, Zaylin wasn't. True, Ryan was by far the oldest partner she'd ever had; and true, she wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got to his crotch. But she was enjoying herself, she was even wet, and that was cause to keep exploring the old wolf. She pushed her nose into the obvious bulk of his package and picked out his heady musk. Her sense of smell had largely been dulled from a lifetime of abuse by exhaust and fumes, but Ryan's stink was as obvious as it was arousing. She swished her tail, showing blatant delight, and drew a few more hits off of his junk.

"Hoo, fuck," she grunted, grinding her nose in harder. "Your dick smells bad. I wanna suck the jizz right out of it."

"That sounds pretty cool to me," Ryan murmured, having apparently resolved - or more likely forgotten - his introspection.

Zaylin fumbled with Ryan's button and zipper. It took effort, lots of it, but eventually she got his fly open. Under the fly and hers for the taking was Ryan's crotch, dense and hidden under boxer shorts which were ruined with stains of sweat and pre throughout their fabric. She packed her nose into the much more breathable fabric and started to smell again. It made her shudder with pleasure.

The wolverine kept huffing and snuffling, breaking out of her trance only when she heard the drone of Ryan's snoring. She blinked her own tiredness away and shoved Ryan's bruised gut. "Hey! Hey, no sleeping, asshole."

Ryan awoke with a snort, making the phlegm rattle in his lungs. He scratched his bristling chin and yawned. "I'm hungry. We need some fried chicken, or some barbecue."

Zaylin wasn't paying attention. She scooted down and sat on her thick ass, and she pulled Ryan's feet into her lap. In unlacing his boots, she got Ryan's attention in the form of a curious stare. "What'cha doing?"

"Your pants," she answered cryptically. As she pulled off one boot and exposed a sweaty sock, she huffed, "I can't get your pants off with these fuckers on!" she emphasized, shaking his boot. Sand fell out of its foot hole.

While the wolverine worked his other boot off, oblivious to the sweaty stink of Ryan's feet, the wolf giggled. "I'unno how you can stand the smell down there. My feet are pretty rotten."

A laugh from Zaylin. "I'm a biker!" she gushed, tossing away Ryan's boots. Holding his sweaty, sock-clad feet, she squeezed and rubbed them with her thumbs and proudly exclaimed, "I couldn't smell roadkill if you crammed my nose right into it! I can't smell a damn thing."

Ryan squirmed from the attention to his generally unmolested feet. He laughed sheepishly, wiggling his toes. "Quit playing with my feet or you're gonna make me pee."

This was considerably amusing to Zaylin. Though she pushed his legs aside and let his feet go, she asked, wearing a wicked smile, "What, are you ticklish?"

"No," Ryan answered in a deathly serious tone, with the stare to back it up.

Zaylin laughed but let it drop. She was plainly interested in other things which became clear when she started pulling down his jeans, exposing strong legs and chubby thighs. There Ryan lay, dozy and drunk but very desirable to the wolverine. Overtly licking her lips, she grabbed his boxers by the waistband and peeled them down, sliding them along the grain of Ryan's dark fur.

Though Zaylin's eyes fell on Ryan's bared crotch, she kept pulling his boxers down until she slid them around his feet. Rendered bottomless, Ryan sighed in obvious contentment and spread his legs wide, in turn letting his heavy, dangling balls spill onto the concrete. His flaccid penis hung over them, and its glans was hidden by a puckered hood of foreskin.

"I was kinda expecting a needledick," Zaylin admitted, grabbing Ryan's thick, tired meat. It throbbed only nominally, but she saw fit to change that.

Zaylin started smooching and slurping the shaft of Ryan's cock as if it were a popsicle, and that made the old wolf coo. "Yeah, well, fuck you," he mumbled.

The wolverine paid no mind to Ryan's sass. His penis had begun to harden from her affection, and when it stood at a more-or-less half chub, she gulped it down and sucked its full length. Between drunkenness and inexperience, Zaylin was sloppy, but she made up for a lack of talent with wild enthusiasm. She gulped and slobbered obnoxiously, and the spacious cavern of the garage echoed with sounds of her dirty work. Ryan soon had a crocodile smile on his crusty face.

While she worked Ryan's swelling meat with her lips and tongue, Zaylin fondled lower than that with grubby, grabby paws. Playing with the wolf's balls, as big and sweat-caked as they were, was a must for anyone going down on Ryan. Zaylin was no slouch there. Where she went above and beyond was in her attention beneath them, first on the trucker's taint, and then lower, on the pucker of his asshole. She rubbed it firmly with her padded fingertips and her touch immediately made Ryan croon and curl his toes. His cock ached in her maw, growing hard very quickly in response to her knocking on his backdoor.

"Ooh, oh, gawddamn," Ryan tutted, swiping stupidly around the floor, rustling the felled beer bottles. "Shi-i-it, if you're gonna touch me there, you oughta--," Ryan belched, but didn't pause otherwise, "eat me out, baby!"

It was such a good idea that Zaylin honestly didn't know why it hadn't occurred to her. Clearly the beer was really fucking with her judgment, but she popped her lips off of Ryan's big, black dick and immediately set about rectifying the problem. At first she pushed her nose under his balls and got off a couple of slurps. Ryan crooned and even giggled, but the biker found she wasn't getting the reach she needed.

Made into a sloppy beast from all the beer, Zaylin pulled her snout back and wiped the sweat and drool off on the back of her arm. Her first impulse wasn't to ask Ryan to move, but to move him herself - and she did exactly that. It was no small feat of strength to grab Ryan by the hip and roll his drunk weight over, especially when the wolf grunted and flailed, but Zaylin was a strong bitch. She put the trucker on his belly and clapped her paws down on his ass cheeks, making the fat in them wobble and their owner gasp.

"Lessee that asshole," Zaylin sluttishly growled, prying open Ryan's ass crack, exposing salt-and-pepper fur and a fairly snug pink pucker. In spite of its tightness, Ryan's anus had a swell indicative of a fondness for anal sex, and Zaylin was well aware of that from just one glance.

"Well, shit!" the wolverine sniggered, shaking Ryan's fat cheeks in her paws, making them jiggle. "You look like a regular buttslut, goin' by this swole-up butthole of yours."

Ryan made a miffed sound and whapped Zaylin's snout with his tail. "Maybe I am," he said spitefully. "My pecker's cold, this floor is co-o-old."

The wolverine had no time for Ryan's problems. She thrust her black nose into the wolf's asshole and sucked in a hit of musk. The scent of his old pucker whet her appetite like nothing else, and with great gusto, Zaylin tore into that puffy pucker with laps and slobbers like nothing the wolf had ever felt before. It was indeed a very strange thing to admit that his old faggot ass was getting the rimjob of a lifetime from a woman. And maybe if he'd been more lucid he would've given a shit about that, but the fact was that Zaylin was just too good at what she did for him to question it.

That poutiness Ryan had going on just a moment ago vanished with the first good slurps Zaylin gave him. After that he started to squirm and gasp, curling his toes and pawing at the floor. He humped the cement awkwardly, smearing off the wolverine's slobber and making a stain with his dribbling precum.

"Awh, ah gawd," Ryan slurred. "Aw, fuckin' gawd, you're really hitting the right spots. Like, just fuck."

Just fuck indeed. Zaylin, hunkered down and slobbering Ryan's quivering asshole, let her tail wag like mad. This was where she wanted to be: down on the floor, plastered drunk, with her face in some old stud's ass crack. Sissy boys were fun and all, but Ryan had the stink of an old steed, she thought. His was an ass that had been places and taken many dicks. Zaylin was, in the strangest way, honored to slather that pucker.

Of course, the biker bitch wasn't content just to lick. That would have been too plain. She pushed her lips against the rim and suckled on it as if it were a tit. With the first twinges of that queer new pleasure, Ryan truly squealed, then whimpered. He bucked his fat ass back and whined like a dog. "Oh shit, ah shit, shi-i-it," he bleated, the words almost a chant, the submissive tone of voice quite unlike anything Ryan had in his usual register. "Ohmuhfuckin'gawd," he yowled as one condensed, slurred word. "Fu-u-uck!"

Zaylin snarled with inebriated delight into the wolf's old asshole. She broke off her suckling - which left the rim more puffy still - and brutally thrust her tongue against its opening. With just a couple grinds, Zaylin achieved penetration. As she dug her tongue deep into those pink walls, papa wolf cried out in perfect bliss. He was putty for her to shape as she saw fit, and even as drunk as she was, she damn well knew it.

The wolverine knew what she wanted from Ryan next, but she wasn't done making him her bitch first. That was easily achieved with what leeway she already had. She tonguefucked that fat old ass of his, digging in deep and gouging it wide with her big black tongue. It might as well have been a big black dick for as well as it made Ryan huff and whine. Zaylin loved that sense of power she wielded, how she had so effortlessly turned such a sly old trucker into a yowling cub.

"Baby, baby, oh my god!" Ryan called out, howling the words more than he spoke them. "Oh fuck, oh, fu-u-uck, you're gonna make me squirt, you're gonna make me fuckin' pop, you big, fat fuckin' perfect carpet muncher!"

Zaylin plucked her tongue out of Ryan and noisily smacked her lips: "Mwah!" The slobber ran from her bottom jowl to the quivering, reddened rim of Ryan's anus, and she stared down at her work with very nearly crazy eyes. "Goddammit, I could tongue your fat stinkbox all fuckin' night, you sexy old sunnuvabitch. Roll the fuck over!" she snarled, adding a second later, "Now!"

The wolf did what he was told, practically scampering to roll onto his back. His cock wagged side to side as his tubby body came to a rest. Sitting and holding himself up with his palms, he got a good look as Zaylin impatiently yanked off her nasty jeans and did away with her panties with a similar lack of patience. Ryan was a little amused to note that her panties were pink, albeit with greasy fingerprints where she often pinched to yank them up and down.

Completely nude and with that terrifying, shitfaced gleam in her eye, Zaylin literally pounced Ryan to the concrete, knocking his skull against the floor like a coconut. He winced and grimaced, clutching his head. Zaylin, as usual, paid his troubles no mind. "I was gonna make you eat me the fuck out like I ate you the fuck out!" she announced, grabbing his cock in a tight, greedy paw. Her grip was so snug that Ryan gasped. "But I just want this big, nasty prick inside of me."

Obviously unaccustomed to sitting on a dick, Zaylin penetrated herself with a sloppy descent. When Ryan's dark, uncut meat speared open her sugarwalls, she yowled and gnashed her teeth. "Mmm, fffuck," she hissed through them, blowing spittle out. "Holy balls. It's been way too long since I had one inside of me."

"Ooh, good god," Ryan puffed. "I almost forgot what pussy feels like, ah... I dunno if I'm gonna, uh--."

"You better hold out, big boy," Zaylin barked, and she started to ride, pulling up fast and dropping hard. She took obvious delight in letting her plus-sized ass crash against the wolf's hips, and she groaned in sluttish delight as her so woefully unloved cunt got what it had been craving for so many years.

Riding sloppy and wagging her tail, Zaylin warbled, "Aw, yeah, fuck yeah!" She snapped up Ryan's idle paws and smacked them urgently against her tits. As he slowly, awkwardly closed his fingers around them, she gasped, "Fuck, squeeze 'em! It's what they're fuckin' here for, baby, squeeze my fat titties!"

Ryan shuddered and curled his toes again. He watched the ceiling, hoping it wouldn't move, but it did. He knew it wasn't really moving, that Zaylin was just jostling him, but he really hated the ceiling for moving nevertheless. Obediently, he squeezed Zaylin's big jugs, but his thoughts were on that tight biker cunt. It gripped him like a very well-lubed asshole, working him up to an orgasm. But she's a woman! he tried telling himself. You're gayer than one of those pride parades! But it didn't seem to matter. Ryan was going to pop. It was a foregone conclusion what with the way his eyes rolled back and he trembled.

Zaylin, grinning ear to ear, just kept on riding Ryan, ignorant of his gay man's crisis and the rapidly approaching climax he had to offer. "Goddammit, why the fuck don't I do this shit more often?" she cried. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum like you wouldn't fuckin' believe, real fuckin' soon here!"

"Jesus Christ," Ryan murmured through a bitten lower lip. "Oh, fuck me sideways up the shitter..."

Suddenly, Ryan came. He quaked violently as it happened, and his big slab of meat buried in the wolverine twitched madly as the orgasm struck. He shot his ropes deep inside of the fat biker's cunt, and when she registered it, Zaylin blushed and groaned. Her ride became a little more tight, a bit slower, but she kept going. Even as Ryan's spunk leaked out of her and stained the wolf's own loins, Zaylin kept on grinding downward.

With a little more care in her voice but still wearing that sneer, Zaylin asked, "You popped, baby? Huh, bust your nuts?"

"Oh, hell yeah," Ryan blurted. "Christ."

"Shit, shi-i-it, me too, I'm gonna--, baby, Imma--!" Zaylin squeaked, doubling over top of Ryan. She didn't care that his paws fell away from her tits. She just pushed her musk-stained lips on his and kissed him for everything he was worth. Suckling his lips, slobbering his tongue, Zaylin tried to get herself that last little bit of the way to her climax with the stimulation of the kiss. It worked magnificently.

As abruptly as Ryan's orgasm but with a shocking lack of fanfare, Zaylin squirted. She doused the wolf's crotch in her musk-rich honey, and as she came, her pussy rhythmically clenched and released as if gumming the trucker's cock. Ryan squirmed beneath her, his oversensitive cock actually beginning to ache inside of her, but he didn't shove her off, and he didn't stop kissing her.

That was Zaylin's prerogative. She kept on tonguing the wolf's maw for the best part of a minute. Even Ryan had to admit just how arousing that kiss was; Zaylin's black, thick tongue did magical things to the innards of his mouth. But finally, she broke it off, and she fell against him breathing hard but gradually slowing down to normal.

"Jesus fuck, Ryan," Zaylin cooed. "God, that was good."

"Mmh, yeah," Ryan sighed, rubbing up and down Zaylin's brown back. "Let's, uh--, let's," he murmured, "I dunno. You got a bed or something? Last time I slept on concrete--," he paused and yawned, then belched in the wolverine's ear, "I ached for like a week."

Leaning on each other for support, at times forming an upside-down V shape in their stupid slanting, Ryan and Zaylin staggered buck-naked to the den attached to the garage. They fell into the wolverine's crusty bed together and were out in seconds.

--5

Ryan woke up to a distinct noise. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Very slowly and cautiously, he opened his eyes. Ba-BUM. Ba-BUM. It was his hangover. He felt his brain throbbing behind his eyes, and he let the lids wilt shut. "Oogh," he pathetically said. Rolling over, which in itself caused his head to throb, he draped his arm over Zaylin, whose arm in turn hung off the bed. Too sore to open his eyes, he sniffed instead. The smell of the body in bed with him was nice. Gasoline, grease, exhaust fumes. Ryan smiled. Had he bagged himself a biker twink?

He felt down Zaylin's body. Tits. That was okay - Ryan had been known to go for chubby boys when pickings were slim. He let his arm hang and he yawned. In spite of the hangover, he was well and truly satisfied. That was how he usually felt after a night of particularly stimulating sex.

The trucker had barely snoozed another five minutes when his bedmate pulled away from him and made a very unattractive sound. It wasn't a fart, since Ryan could actually laugh at those. Instead of that, Zaylin gagged. "Oh, my gawd," he heard her whimper, and that was when the night before started coming back to him in chunks.

Chunks were something Zaylin had too. She wobbled out of bed onto her knees and grabbed a steel pail near the desk. It was just a little wastebasket, full of garbage like chunks of metal from rebuilt carburetors and a couple of beer bottles. Now Zaylin filled it with something else. "Urrrgh." Ryan listened with pursed lips, hoping the sound wouldn't set him off too.

"Hurrrrrrgh... Gawd." The wolverine pulled her snout of the pail and wiped her chin on a rag Ryan found and offered her. "Gawd," she repeated. "Thanks."

"I hope that puking wasn't about me," Ryan said, chuckling lamely. "Christ, my head."

Zaylin sat her naked butt on the floor beside the bed and bumped her shoulders against the mattress. Ryan surprised her when he touched her shoulder and started to gently rub where it met her neck. "Mm, hey. So, uh--, uh, last night," she murmured, embarrassed.

"Yeah, last night. That was kinda unusual, huh?"

The biker laughed lamely, then winced and rubbed her temples. Ryan rubbed her neck more firmly. "I'm gonna be straight-up honest with you, I am not like that most of the time. I can't even think of the last time a guy had my cunt before you."

Ryan smiled slightly, still with his eyes shut. "If it's any consolation, sugar," he coolly said, "I ain't had pussy in the better part of, Christ, I dunno, twenty years? So it was kinda special for both of us, I guess."

Zaylin twisted around a bit, giving herself a better look at Ryan. She rubbed his gut softly, and he rumbled, laying his paw over hers. "Real talk. What I did last night, jumping your bones like that. You upset about it? Like... Did I, uh--, did I rape you?"

At that, the wolf forced his orange eyes open. His smile took on a playful quality. "I dunno. You sure as hell molested me." They shared a gentle chuckle, then the trucker reached out and sweetly brushed Zaylin's tangled hair from her eyes. "I was shitfaced. So were you. So here's the facts, honey: drunk people do shit they wouldn't ordinarily do. You offer me some pussy sober, and I'll turn my nose up to it. But drunk? Last night, with you?" He patted her cheek and winked. "I had a pretty good time, girl."

The wolverine smiled sheepishly. Her face was pallid from the hangover, her jowls a little chapped, but the smile was pretty and innocent. "You're reminding me of my dad right now. That's kinda weird," she snickered. Leaning on the bed, she hugged Ryan close and sighed. "Thanks."

"What for, sugar?"

"For, I dunno," Zaylin shrugged. "Not making it weird. Not acting like your dick was gonna fall off since it touched some pussy."

Ryan chuckled. "No, that's what AIDS does. At least according to that PSA I watched about lot lizards."

Zaylin laughed, but immediately regretted it. "Ooh, fuck me. Next time I go to drink like that, I'm gonna just blow my brains out."

The wolf scooted closer to the wall and patted the bed invitingly. "Sleep it off with me, babe. Just spoon up. Promise to give you some warning if I'm gonna barf on you."

Although she climbed into bed, Zaylin still asked, "You sure about this?"

Pressing up flush to Zaylin, his flaccid penis resting on her wide ass, Ryan said, "After last night, I think I can snuggle up without too much of a sexuality crisis. Just press up close, get up next to papa wolf. Lemme hold you, sweet thing."

Zaylin closed her eyes and huffed. "You're a sweet guy, Ryan."