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The sun was not gracious today, especially in places arid from start to finish with critters scurrying in and out of sight. The asphalt roads were molten rock at this point, threatening to cook anything that dared step onto their tracks with a vengeance, and no amount of shade or ventilation can alleviate the power of the solar rays beaming down with glee.

A victim of the sun's glimmering power was a fennec trekking down the road with his shirt wrapped around his head like a makeshift hat and another keeping his undercarriage reasonably musky. Sam was tired, thirsty and just about ready to see how it felt like going out by vultures with the ground he was gaining on his own two feet. Didn't help that his baggage was slowing him down by a ton and he'd knocked into them with seething returns to follow. It was like the world was steadily trying to avoid the little guy and with how one could look at him they'd be right, especially with the sweat matting his fur down and casting a shadow over his eyes darker than the shade his shirt made.

He probably smelled the part of a rat too.

A honk in the distance behind Sam made him turn but he turned away to keep moving forward anyhow seeing as it was a car and not a truck. And as expected, it rushed past him like the driver and their passengers were not in the mood to deal with a desperate person trying to escape the heat. Sam fought off the urge to flip them off as they went, for it surely wasn't common courtesy to pick up strangers off the interstate. Another low-riding vehicle whizzed past him in silence, startling him out of his venomous thoughts and bringing his attention to his current location: the middle of nowhere.

He was standing at the top of a small hill that dipped down a bit before mellowing out into flat road. But the difference between this side and the portion he just walked past was the big blue sign up ahead reading:

GROMER CITY: 20 MILES

NEXT TRUCK STOP: 8 MILES

The world was definitely out to get Sam and he felt himself drop down and hoarsely sigh into his arms. This was hopeless; he'd been out here all morning and only got this far and the sun felt like it was just getting started with cooking the landscape around Sam being at its peak state. He was sore everywhere, legs somewhat glad he stopped walking and taking the time to recover for the long run before beginning their cricked protest as he stood up.

Then a truck horn blared behind him and he quickly felt his heart skip a few beats in excitement.

As he said, cars aren't obligated to stop and give someone like Sam a ride, but it was a certain _option _for a truck driver. Sam did a head count on his supplies, remembering that he had 48$ stowed away in his jorts pocket and a warm can of off-brand soda waiting to be drunk from his suitcase. While it would have seem wiser to simply drink what he could, Sam was not in the mood to get dehydrated even faster. With a hopeful heart, he turned in full towards the road he traveled, gulping whatever saliva remained his his parched mouth and getting his arm moving towards the road to stick his thumb out. But the driver seemed to be ahead of him on the matter, for that lumbering 18-wheeler beast was slowing down before Sam got his digit sticking up and without much to lose it came to a briefly screeching halt next to him.

'Just remember not to consent to drugs, Sammy boy...' The passenger door was flicked open by a thick green hand that slowly retreated back into the truck cabin, leaving Sam to heave his suitcase and baggage up towards the ledge that would allow him inside. Struggling for a moment, his footing slipped out from beneath him but he managed to take a firm bite on the edge of the passenger seat just in time to regain his position and continue his way up. His sweaty sole will be cursed with a thrumming pain while he finally settled down inside and shut the door with gusto once he was secured and seatbelt'd. The truck lumbered onwards and Sam felt the power of the A/C slam into his sweaty face.

Here, he was able to make out who was his savior, but gawked in surprise at the driver next to him. They were huge! A lot bigger than one would expect an alligator to be! And that was just with their height in mind. They looked like they ate buffet tables from end to end for a living and still came out with room for more, the scaly giant looking as if they could barely reach around it to steer that wheel they gingerly held onto and...and...

They were naked?

"'Ey now, fella. Ah know it's known t' be rude t' stare but yer kinda actin' like uh computer down there." Sam looked up to meet the gator's gaze, only to see that their trucker hat was wedged over their eyes and thus they could not see out.

"S-sorry...? It's just, I don't think they're supposed to make you guys look like you quit sumo wrestling and want to get your life back in order."

"A jokester, huh? Ah bet yuh get a crowd pleased real easy wit' material like that." The gator's muzzle, no doubt filled with dozens of sharp teeth to tear into meat-and sweets-curled up in the corner that Sam could see and it felt like he suddenly got on thin ice and the deed to his house was on the other side.

"I may uh...try my humor at the worst times...Don't worry about it. I just wanna get to where I'm going and get out of your hair."

"Yuh ain't a bother t' me. Yet. Jus' wonderin' how t' keep yuh in a chatty mood. Ah ain't a fan uh quiet drives, yuh know?"

Sam thought about that, and realized that the big guy was right. The worst thing about tagging along with strangers out on the road was the uncomfortably awkward silence that ensued either after a laugh or the painful tellin of backstories that were unintended to be revealed. Sam had his fair share from car pooling or getting a Furber with him being the only passenger, so he could see where his designated driver was going with that.

"I figured, but I can't tell a good joke to save my life."

"C'mon, li'l guy. Yuh mus' got sumthin' up yer sleeve ready t' hit me wit. Don't strike me as th' quiet type."

"Well..." What could Sam talk about, especially since he had to tread lightly as to not seem like he had a problem with the gator being in his birthday suit. Granted, he wasn't in any boat to act like he was more decent than them, as there was no way he was able to fit all that baggage into one tight space without feeling uncomfortable. "...you got a name there, buddy?"

"Name's Tuck, li'l guy. But should ah call yuh 'big guy'?" Even though that cap prevented Sam from seeing Tuck's eyes, even he could tell that that sudden motion from the gator's head had been a wink. So it lessened any reason to be taken aback with surprise.

"...So you know, huh?"

"Buddy, ah can smell it. Yuh ain't foolin' me 'cuz ah wanna keep th' sun outta muh eyes, but ah will ask when yuh gonna let all that breathe..." Sam hesitated with the zipper, despite looking ready to do just as Tuck said. Was he really about to let it all hang out to a stranger who was currently the decider of whether he'd make it to his new life or perish walking there in the heat? Though remembering that Tuck was pretty much his only way to Gromer was a good incentive to unzip his fly and open the flap.

Out goes his junk.

For a fennec, you expect an average-sized poker and some golf balls nestled tight between some skinny legs. No one expects all of that inflated mass to actually be Sam's junk pushed against each other. His dick looked like a log of ground beef wrapped up at a supermarket, balls looking as heavy-and just like-as a pair of basketballs. Sam will admit, not having to stuff everything into his clothes were a relief, and it seemed Tuck approved from that smile he gave the fennec.

"There yuh go, bud. Lookin' nice 'n loaded fer ah long night at ah bar. That natural?"

It took a bit for Sam to realize he was asking if this was all plumped up effects. "Uh, no. Born like this. Must be really easy to fake it, huh?"

"Oh yeah, get all sorts uh folks tryna impress ol' Tuck wit' junk they couldn't make real even if they bothered tryin' hard enough."

"Sheesh, I thought we all grew past faking things for attention."

"It never died down, bud. Jus' went int' hidin'."

"That's fair." And that was that on that matter, so the fennec went back to watching the road breeze past him in this well-ventilated, sweet-smelling cabin...Wait, sweet? There wasn't any perfume or scented hangpiece dangling in here, as far as Sam could tell. His exploring led him to watch the gator again, noticing that he had 'relaxed' in his seat and the smell was stronger when he leaned any closer to Tuck. "Hey uh..."

"Tuck, li'l guy."

"Yeah, Tuck...How come you're not letting yours hang out?" It would make sense that, if he was encouraging Sam to expose himself, he joined in on enjoying his body to the fullest-even more so since he was naked already.

"Ah am. Ah ain't got junk like yers. Ah got th' other end uh th' spectrum if yuh catch muh drift." Sam still looked confused, so Tuck beckoned him to come closer. And by doing so, Sam got introduced to the thickest pussy he's ever seen.

It looked meaty, glistening in the daytime and visibly winking to let out some juice into the seat, which Sam noticed was damp. His head began to swim and he backed away. But it was too late, for he felt blood rushing to his cock and he suddenly had a long monster to deal with, throbbing strong enough to make it rain pre on Sam's face and chest. And eventually into the seat.

He hated getting horny, but...he was heading to a place where he wouldn't feel so out of place being so hung and Tuck didn't seem to mind him letting everything out. Sam threw caution in the wind and reached up to start stroking himself to completion so he'd at least be calm for the rest of the ride, but he was stopped by a sudden grip holding his hands hostage.

"Nah, there's ah better place fer nut like yers than muh cabin. C'mere." Not like Sam could choose not to bring himself where Tuck intended him to be, seeing as he pulled him along until he was situated between the gator's legs. That gut was cushioning his swamped head and it felt like a safe place when he was left alone and he nearly took a nap right then and there until Tuck moved him around to face that scaly gut of his instead. "No hands. Jus' stick it in there 'n go wild."

For a minute, Sam wondered if he meant stick it into that belly in front of him, because that navel was starting to look a lot tighter to the sight than any pucker he's had the misfortune of seeing when he worked maintenance for a gym full of "straight" guys. Though he was quickly corrected not by a nudge, but a splurt of slick shot out from that succulent pussy he caught a peek of before trying to right himself. This was moving so fast, and so was his mind and heart going a mile a minute, but disappointment was not something he wanted to push for Tuck since they were still on the road.

Not even asking how the gator manages to have sex while driving, Sam sloppily angled himself for those fleshy lips, feeling shame welling up in him as each miss made precum rocket out of his huge cock as he brushed against those meaty thighs. He didn't need help to get in by the seventh time, for his aim was finally true and he felt a bit of victory as he heard Tuck suck in some air. Must be thicker than the big guy assumed. Though now that he was inside...

He was thrusting before he could stop himself to see if it was painful for the gator.

Tuck was barely able to keep his foot on the gas to keep the truck moving as Sam's powerful slams kept pushing him back into his seat and away from the pedals, so he had to push forward whenever the fennec went in to lessen the knockback and essentially have the little guy knocking at his other door in the process. Not like it'd be unjust-Tuck would have been ashamed to see a dick almost as big as his leg not be able to reach his ineffective core. Every warmth rush into his cunny was a sign that Sam was shooting pre in his honey pot, and Tuck felt a rumble of pleasure leave his maw like a dragon's murr as it urged the fennec to go faster without a need to be directed. The road was straight for the time being, so he didn't need the wheel as dire as one could assume and let that be his ticket to having a grip on Sam while they fucked in such a tight space.

Sam was long gone, and in his place a hungry farmer wanting nothing more than to plant his seed in some ready soil. His cock was enraptured in a place that he could only dream of at times and lament at others when his needs grew too dominant to ignore. He thought he'd be down on the floor sucking some greasy dick that may or may not have a few bumps that shouldn't be there, but instead he was nearly balls deep in a cunt that didn't deny the majority of his cock-or any portion of it for that matter. The elasticity of Tuck's pussy was almost like a blessing from gods as Sam finally hit it right on the mark and got in all the way. No inches left out, no portion unable to feel the embrace of cool, fleshy walls massaging that shaft and no barrier to break with more effort than one can muster.

Barriers like a cervix that quickly feel victim to Sam's insistence once he found out where to aim in his haze.

Tuck cursed as Sam dug deeper than he thought he'd make it for, feeling his legs kick up more so he could accommodate all of that mass between his thighs. Thankfully, he didn't have to wonder if he'd be stuck awkwardly trying to drive a truck while he got his back blown out, for the truck stop that Sam had read up on several minutes ago was just a right turn away. A turn that Tuck had to force Sam to be still for to pull off without crashing. Of course, with the fennec's reluctance to stop fucking some fresh hot box.

"Easy there, bud...J-jus' lemme put ole girl t' sleep b'fore yuh knock her outta runnin'..." Parking was a bit tricky, seeing as the lot was actually filled with other truckers and the rare traveler, but Tuck decided to just drag the metal beast to a position off the pavement but still able to drive from off-road when it was time to go. The angling required a lot of finesse, so he was stuck feeling the sensation of being filled up with precum from the steadily impatient Sam looking ready to pounce his face despite his teeth. Eventually, Tuck got the truck how he wanted in and cut the engine.

To which he was greeted with Sam forcing his way through that firm gator grip so he could leave that cunny looking beaten and worn.

Tuck was left with only his own squeezing to combat against the assault as he sat there huffing hot air into the cabin while Sam made sure to use every ounce of his being to fuck that cervix open for him. Time passed and nothing happened but the hard battering of hat cock head hitting on target but not pushing in to make it spread. And within this came Tuck's orgasm, clenching on Sam like his life depended on it due to the sheer absurdity of the penetration spreading him far wider than any elephant he managed to rope into his truck. His juices sprayed out as a result, soaking Sam's and his thighs while leaving the driver's seat a war zone of smells and fluids. In the midst of all of that, Tuck felt a relaxation wash over him, as if he were getting ready for a nap yet felt energized from head to to, and he went slack once he stopped gushing so thus he fell victim to the fury that was Sam's rampant libido.

The fennec's climax didn't hit until a nail-biting several minutes passed with nothing but the sound of wet furry hips colliding into shiny scaly fat over and over again, and when it did his guttural shout was muffled by Tuck bringing his head into that comfort zone of a gut while his dick unloaded. The explosion of seed felt like a literal series of bombs were going off inside of Tuck's love hole, leaving warm seed to swirl in and make home inside of his core like a powerfully elastic balloon being put to the test. Sam's teeth felt like they were gonna break, for his brain had already crumbled to the euphoria at the beginning, but he was allowed to start relaxing when the apex of his orgasm came to pass and he was left with shooting the remnants into Tuck.

Not one drop had escaped from that fleshy seal of a pussy, Tuck smirking as if he were proud that he not only took a dick bigger than anything he'd ever seen but took a fresh, pent-up load with the effort of a sloth working as a bank clerk. Only when Sam moved did it look like everything had piled into the gator's womb and stayed locked up there with only dregs in the worn out passage.

But then, Sam groaned and started to thrust again, and Tuck felt the real brunt of the heat outside start getting to him as he laid his head against the window to take another dicking. He'll admit that Sam was hitting it like a professional but he might bust Tuck like he were just a bag of logs from the horse and pig pens. So while he curled his legs as inward as comfortably possible without halting Sam's progress in laying waste to those walls and that now hollowed out cervix, he kicked the A/C back on-having turned off with the truck-so he wouldn't pass out in the middle of their fun.

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"Fu-fuck...c'mon buddy...gi-gimme s'more uh that dick...!"

"I'm t-trying...! It's too...too much...!"

Night had fallen. The parking lot to the truck stop had gotten a lot more vacant since the duo of gator and fennec had settled off-road and decided to continue their fun. All of those that had departed from the scene were greeted to a fleeting sight of Tuck's truck rocking with a rhythm that only the adults of the bunches could understand. That and anyone able to look into the window could see that giant gator ass sticking up in the middle of the cabin to take some fennec meat.

"G-give it t' me, dammit!..too close t' have yuh get...tired on me..."

"Let me w-work!" Tuck's defiance to have the fennec rest and recharge his batteries warranted having that already reddened booty slapped like a fly buzzing too close to one's face. That handprint stayed there and left a glow to that cheek in particular as Tuck continued to be rocked back and forth by...well, his own energy. As he said, he wanted some dick since Sam stopped trying to hit it like he did a few hours ago and he wasn't gonna stop until he was sated. It probably didn't help that the shimmering light above the truck was the full blast of the orbiting satellite outside of Earth's atmosphere, and it had its rather strong hold on Tuck's energy as he felt like his pussy wasn't getting hit hard enough to make him calm down. Poor Sam has had his cock milked three times now, each taking longer than the last in spite of the need for a refractory period and generating a rage in the gator. The fourth had yet to come, and it's been like this for twenty minutes now.

"Hurry UP!" The growl that erupted from Tuck's maw made Sam shudder in fear, but against his better judgment that shudder enticed his arousal to spark into new heights and finally he began to show signs of being near climax with precum merging into the vast ocean of love custard already swirling into a raging sea storm in Tuck's baby pot. And when a drop of warmth finally made itself known in Tuck's passage, his rampaging hips pinned Sam against the passenger door before he got scooted into the seat on his back. There he got a view of that supple, green ass and the pucker hiding in the middle of it, watching all of that and that tail flop down against his chest as the gator rode him out to completion. Gravity aided in the situation greatly, so Sam was starting to feel the real brunt of being sucked dry by some thick pussy with ease now that Tuck had full control. And he abused every second of it if those twitching fennec legs were a sign.

Tuck had stopped caring that he rough antics were jolting some already released seed out of his body but he knew getting more would fix the losses and continued on despite the fact that he was ruining the seat below. Sam felt like he was being dragged down in an ocean and Tuck was the ambiguous lifeguard that kept letting him fall back under the surface; every time he slowed down and seemingly made to get off of Sam, he was swiftly reminded that he had yet to nut with those cheeks slamming back onto his body.

When one forced thrust that left him feeling trapped inside of Tuck brought a spark up Sam's spine, he was cumming like his life depended on it. His balls, having looked overflowing with spunk, were brought down to a reasonable size and then some now that he was letting loose for who knows how many times at this point, already reduced to a panting mess as he tasted gator sweat on his tongue and felt a shudder run through him again. Tuck went still and soon relaxed while he sat on Sam, feeling his gut swell to a point that he'd be happy with for the time being. Mind you, the full moon wouldn't be denied of making him conduct in a manner that'd probably leave Sam more inclined to hitch a ride with someone else but its temptations can be held back with proper control, to which Tuck has obtained now that he felt full again.

"That's ah good boy...gimme all that cream..."

"I-is... it over...?"

Tuck chuckled in glee to himself before slowly extracting that dick out of his worn snatch and letting the downpour of excess ooze out past his green lips and settle into Sam's fur in a smelly concoction that'd make the most abstinent crack from the intensity. "Ah guess so. Yuh betta be ready fer mo', cuz ah ain't tired like yuh."

"I c-can't...it..." Hurts like a bitch, feels like he was about to pass out in a mess of mostly his own creation and a little of Tuck's, and smells like a sauna full of sumo wrestlers after they all circle-jerked? Yes. But he didn't finish his statement, for his blacked out the second he heard Tuck opened the driver door and step outside for something...

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"PAIN!...Huh?" Sam was back up, and collided with the wheel behind him as a result. He nursed his now sore head and looked around, noticing that his vision is mostly filled with gator belly and bright sunlight that made him shirk away from the window and hide in said belly. He was confused for a moment, only until he noticed that he didn't feel a breeze against his throbbing morning wood-at least he thought it was morning-and realized that he was on the road with-

"Nightmare catch yuh fer ah stup', bud?" Tuck's gravelly tone made Sam's eyes shoot up, meeting that hat-blocking gaze of the driver that not only introduced him to a side of the gender spectrum he never thought he'd run into but had the most carnal day of sex with in his life. The fennec thought it had all been a dream honestly, and his supposed nightmare was a farse reality that he was still back in his old apartment listening to his neighbors chat about him in such a loathing manner that it brought him to tears despite the words being muffled and barely intelligible.

"I...guess so...How long until we get there?"

"Map said some miles out from that stop." The mere mention of that stop made Sam shiver, getting his fur stuck on end but only to be soothed down by Tuck's comforting hand on his back. "So Ah wanna say we got ah good hour 'r so b'fore yer home free."

"Good...least I can start fresh again..."

"Funny yuh say it like that..." Tuck's cryptic message had flew over Sam's head, so he was stuck looking at the gator in confusion, up until the gator visibly tensed up and Sam doubled over in a rush of oversensitive pleasure coursing through the veins of his encased dick. He was still lodged inside of Tuck, warmed enough to tell that he had climaxed in his sleep, and that brought a blush to the fennec's face.

"You..."

"Ah did. An' wit' an hour ahead uh us, Ah figured some mo' dickin' wouldn't be beneath yer schedule, eh?" Tuck's wink was felt again and Sam felt a tad sick. He had yet to eat with his stomach snarling at him from below, but every second he spent hesitating with his answer he felt that pussy clench and bring the fact that he was pretty much doing it already to mind while the gator waited for the verdict.

"Ugh, fine. Just don't...do that riding thing again...glad nothing was broken."

"No promises...~" And so, Sam got into a cumbersome pace to get started inside of that gator pot and Tuck was a murring mess all the way to Gromer Town.

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