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Truckercore Part 1

Page history last edited by bob charles 9 years, 8 months ago

At home over semester break from Monster U in Monstergirl City, you wound up telling your parents that you wanted to take a break from school and figure out what you want to do. Who you want to be. Several arguments later, your success-oriented father and mother wind up disowning you, telling you that they have no son. Unfortunately they were also the ones who picked you up from college for the break. Thus, you find yourself having to manage your own way back to Monstergirl City with virtually no money. You still have things in the dorm that you hope to be able to pawn for a bit of cash.

 

With what little bit of money you have, you manage to take a bus about half-way there, but you’re unable to proceed further if you still wish to have a few dollars to eat with. It’s time to thumb it the rest of the way.

 

Sometime later you find yourself on the side of a highway in a howling blizzard with terribly inadequate protection. Freezing to death is a real possibility at this point.

 

A glimmer of hope appears on the horizon, however. A set of headlights has appeared and are heading your way. Immediately you throw up your thumb, praying that they’ll stop. As the vehicle draws closer you make out that it’s an 18-wheeler. Then it begins to slow, and move over towards the shoulder of the road. As it approaches and stops, you run over to the passenger door, eager to escape the storm.

 

Popping the door open, you pause briefly, slightly terrified by the driver. It’s a monstergirl.

 

She's wearing a trucker's cap with small slots cut into the sides for her large, fluffy ears. You see "It's not rape if he cums" written on the front of it. She has her auburn hair tied up in a braid that flows down her back, and longish bangs. Her face is just beginning to show the signs of age, small crow’s feet at the sides of her still-bright eyes and slight lines adorning her cheeks around the mouth.

 

She's wearing a sleeveless white shirt that's struggling to cover up her ample breast. Based on her erect nipples from the rush of cold air, you surmise she's not wearing a bra. The shirt doesn't extend all the way down, revealing a slight pudge on her mid-section. Rather than make her look fat, it seems to simply make her look... soft. Like something you could really sink your hands into for a hold if you were to do her on all fours.

 

Though her hips and thighs are covered by old, faded jeans that terminate just above her fluffy paw feet, you can see they have a bit of extra meat on them as well. Her arms and hands are similar – human from the shoulder to about the elbow, then they become covered in fur and end in large paws. She has wings extending from her back, though they're neither feathery or scaly. They appear to be bat wings.

 

Then, coiled on the floor next to her is a tail with a plump end that looks moist and... appealing.

 

She smiles at you, and you see a toothpick in the side of her lips.

 

"Howdy there."

 

Since you've come this far, may as well hop on. Not like you're going to stand much of a chance in the blizzard. You attempt to give her a smile in return, but the recent events rob any depth from it. Slumping into the passenger seat, you stretch out a bit and enjoy the warmth.

 

"Whatcha doin' out here with that skimpy jacket? Wind an’ the snow will be the death of ya. You lost 'er somethin, darlin?"

 

>>What do you do/say? [S1]

 

You mention that yes, you are lost because some... friends decided to prank you by kicking you out of their car and leaving you to walk.

 

The manticore gives you a look that indicates she doesn't entirely believe your story. She doesn’t press further on the topic.

 

"Where ya headin', darlin'?"

 

You respond that you're going to Monstergirl City, specifically the university there. She nods.

 

"That's where I’m headin' m'self - to the city that is." She smiles at you again.

 

"Lucky fer ya."

 

Sinking further into the seat, you shed your flimsy jacket. While you don’t particularly want to make small-talk with a stranger, you figure it’s the least you can do in an attempt to repay the manticore’s kindness.

 

>>What do you talk about?

 

You ask her what she does for a living as kind of a generic question, without really realizing what’s happened in the past few minutes. The moment the words leave your lips you realize that was probably the dumbest question you could have asked.

 

The manticore lets out a guffaw and snorts, "Yer a real kidder ain't ya? I’m a trucker o' course, can't ya tell?"

 

Haha, yeah, of course. Haha.

 

Moving on, you ask her about her family. Probably due to thinking of your own. Once again you realize that probably wasn't a great thing to ask.

 

"Eh? That's kinda personal thing to ask o' someone ya just met, ain't it?"

 

The manticore gives you a sidelong glance, her ears twitching slightly. Despite her apparent age they look fluffy as ever. She narrows her right eye and cocks the eyebrow on her left. A moment later her expression returns to normal.

 

"Well I have a daughter, though she found herself a man at a young age an' moved out. Took after me, she did." The manticore chuckles a bit.

 

"Had a husband, but some damn harpy stole him away from me."

 

She says the last few words with a bit of venom in her voice, but nothing to make you worry about your safety.

 

"So I sold m'house and took to the road with m'best friend. She's sleepin' in the back."

 

She jerks her paw…thumb back in the direction of a curtain that’s behind your seat. You just respond with 'oh,' and don't say much else. Eventually the manticore asks a question of her own.

 

"What's eatin' ya darlin'? And don't give me no cock n' bull story. Ain't no one get all mopey as you fer no reason."

 

Seeing as how she divulged some personal tidbits, you decide to tell her about your parents giving you the boot.

 

"Aw fuck 'em," the manticore replies. "Ya don't need people like that in yer life. Do yer own shit and be happy 'bout it. Yer young enough still to go out n' make mistakes."

 

You smile a little at her southern trucker wisdom. So far she seems like a pretty decent person. You were worried she was going to rape you on the spot as a 'fee.'

 

>>What else would you like to talk to or ask her about? Don't be shy now

 

Realizing you haven't introduced yourself yet, you sit up a bit straighter and do so.

 

The manticore gives a half-smirk while still looking ahead at the road.

 

"Took ya long 'nuff. Least ya found some manners."

 

"M'name's Savannah. Pleased ta meet ya."

 

Responding that you’re pleased to make her acquaintance as well, you also ask about her friend.

 

"Ah, her?"

 

Savannah lifts her tail up and reaches through the curtain with it. From the motion you can see she's poking something.

 

"Hey you! Get up, we've got company!"

 

She continues poking with her tail, then finally you hear another voice.

 

"Fine, fine, who did you pick up?"

 

A woman with violet-colored fluffy ears and long hair tied up in a pony tail pokes her head out. She reaches through the curtain and opens it, revealing her equally violet fluffy paws. Her yellow eyes turn to you. Then, with a smile that turns your guts to ice, she says "Hey there stranger~"

 

Your worry about bad things happening has returned.

 

Extending a paw to you, she introduces herself.

 

"I'm Clare."

 

You hesitantly shake her paw, and give her your name.

 

"What brings you to our lovely home this evening?"

 

You explain your story while Savannah keeps on truckin'.

 

"Mmhmhmmhmm," Clare laughs through her nose.

 

"A wandering, lost, young man?"

 

Savannah rolls her eyes.

 

"I don't think he needs none o’ yer 'help' right now," she says, but looks at you to confirm or deny her words.

 

>>What do you do/say [S2]

 

You have a good idea of what kind of 'help' Clare is offering. You politely decline. She frowns, perplexed that you'd turn down her offer. Saying something about how sex should involve love, you elicit laughs from both of the women. Clare gives a dainty laugh while covering her mouth with a paw, whereas Savannah just gives a rolling laugh from the gut that makes you blanch at its audacity.

 

Her laughter subsiding, Savannah speaks up

 

"Darlin', sure love can make it better, but ain’t nothing wrong with enjoyin’ the company of another. Stress relief an’ all that.”

 

 

 

You look up at her hat again. Savannah looks at you quizzically, then follows your gaze. She flashes you a smile that rival's Clare's.

 

Clare is still sitting on something on the other side of the curtain with just her head and paws poking out. Or at least you think she's just sitting. You wonder why she won't come out further or open the curtains the entire way.

 

Sensing things may be taking a turn towards rape, you try and shift the conversation. You ask them what their hobbies or interests are, trying to spark some further discussion. Clare speaks up first.

 

"Well we have a laptop and a set of TVs in the sleeper. So when one of us isn't driving we're usually sleeping, watching movies, or something like that..."

 

Savannah nods her head

 

"When yer on the road most o' the time, ya ain't got time fer much else in a truck."

 

"But," she says, both of them now looking at you, "Sometimes ya find other… things ta do if they’re willin'."

 

They're both giving you a shit eating grin now. You are starting to want off this ride. A fearful few seconds later, Savannah's face softens into the more... friendly one you saw earlier.

 

"Though I understand ya've got a lot on yer mind. Just' relax darlin', we’re not but a few hours out now."

 

Clare sighs, then retreats back into the sleeper. Savannah looks back at the curtains, then at you.

 

"Ya can go in the back if ya want," she gives you a smile.

 

>>What do you say/do [S3]

 

Shaking your head, you say you'd rather not tempt fate. Besides, she has all the stuff she mentioned earlier back there. Clare will be fine. Savannah smiles at you.

 

"A wise choice, I reckon."

 

Besides, you say, you think you'd rather stay up here and chat with her some more. She responds with a curious glance. You notice her tail is starting to wave about slightly. Was this the right choice? You then ask her how long she's been driving.

 

"Only 'bout three years. Used the money I got from sellin’ m’house to buy this truck."

 

Oh, you say. You ask her what she does when she has time off. Surely she doesn't drive every day of every week?

 

"Ah, well ya know. This and that.”

 

She looks over at you, smirking.

 

"I do love to hunt young guys like you though," she says with a wink.

 

"The look on some young harlot's face when I snatch away her man is priceless!"

 

She starts laughing again in her rather… coarse manner.

 

 

 

"Clare back there just loves to toy with folks, we usually work together."

 

Hearing her name, Clare pokes her head out again.

 

"What are you two talking about?"

 

"Oh, just how we can take over a guy's dorm in a weekend," Savannah replies

 

Clare grins again, then looks at you.

 

"It's true, you know."

 

Predators. These two are fierce predators, and here you are, sitting in their nest.

 

Savannah pokes your shoulder with her tail.

 

"Aw don't go getting’ all worked up, we're just havin’ a spot o’ fun."

 

With her tail so close you can see all the bumps and moisture inside it. She has to be doing this on purpose.

 

Clare scuttles back, leaving the image of her shit-eating grin in your mind. Savannah doesn't say anything else for a while, and you feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. You think it might be a good idea to catch some rest, but you do kind of worry about these two.

 

>>What do you do/say? [S4]

 

Well, your heavy eyes and the lack of conversation are taking their toll on you. Thus far they haven't done anything to you, so you figure there’s no reason to stay alert. As you roll about in the seat trying to get comfy, you see something covered with a blanket to your side. It's Savannah's tail.

 

"Thought you could use somethin' to rest your head on; I know it's not very comfortable to try and sleep in these seats."

 

She smiles at you. You poke at her tail bulb, surprised at the feeling. It's firm yet soft and pliable.

 

You thank her for her kindness, and you rest your head against it. It's rather comfortable, and the thick blanket masks the little nubs on the outside. Reclining the seat as far back as it goes, you settle in and drift off to sleep.

 

You awake a few hours later as the truck rolls into a rest stop and Savannah has to get out.

 

"Sorry to wake you up darlin,' but I've got to gas up and get a little rest myself."

 

She reaches into the back to grab her jacket, then hops out of the cab. This is the first time you've seen her stand up. Your suspicions about her thighs and ass have proven to be correct. If you were a lesser man you might have given in to temptation, but so far your resolute nature has prevented anything... unbecoming from happening. Though as you stand up and look out the driver's window at her swaying hips you wonder about your choices.

 

Snapping you from your thoughts, Clare appears once again, her head peeping out from the curtains.

 

"Oh? She's gone? Then it's just you and me, kiddo~"

 

The smile of the damned returns.

 

The light pouring in from the petrol station cascades over her face, revealing her to be in her late 20s or early 30s, versus the mid-30s appearance of Savannah.

 

>>What do you do/say?

 

Well, chatting with Clare couldn't be all that bad, could it? You ask her how long she's been with Savannah, doing this whole trucking thing, and how long she's known Savannah. Her smile never really disappears, even when speaking. It's creepy and alluring at the same time.

 

"Well~ We've been doing on-the-road for about three years... though I've known her for almost twenty. I came along with her because I had nothing better to do, really. I never married or had kids. Too much of a free spirit, I suppose? People never really got very close to me.”

 

One end of her grin creeps so far up her face it causes her eye to form into a half-moon shape. She shifts about, disappearing into the back.

 

"Come back here, it'll be easier to talk~ I promise I won't bite~"

 

>>What do you do/say [S5]

 

Nothing ventured nothing gained. She hasn't assaulted you yet, but you’ll keep your guard up all the same. You stand from the curtain and peek in. Clare is sitting on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, off to one side. She pats on the bed.

 

"Come on in, don't be shy~"

 

You’re fine where you are, you say. She gives you an appraising look. It makes you feel a little unnerved. You wonder if maybe you're offending her by acting so stand-offish when she may just trying to be friendly. Still, you must stand your ground. You've been in Monstergirl City long enough to know rape is around every corner, no matter how innocent that corner may appear.

 

You ask her what she meant with “people never getting very close to her.” Her ears droop a bit. Suddenly you realize you’re being rather distant with her even now, proving her statement. You take a deep sigh. You explain that you're a bit gun shy at the moment and kind of upset.

 

"Well~ I guess that's understandable," she says, her ears perking up and her shit-eating grin returning.

 

She pops open a mini fridge and asks if you'd like anything to drink. You say sure, and she hands you a Dr. Pepper. When her fluffy paw touches your hands, you're zapped by static electricity due to the dry, cold air. Being wrapped up in that blanket probably contributed to it as well. She winks and says there must be a spark between you two.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S6]

 

You thank her for the drink, then say it must be because you're such an electric person. Clare cracks a toothy grin. Mustering your courage, you take a seat next to her. You ask her about what she thinks of life on the road.

 

"Oh, well, it has its ups and downs. I get to see a ton of places, but the downside is that I never really get to... know people. Sure I can meet them, but what fun is that when I have to leave the next day, if not the next few hours?"

 

She gives a little sigh.

 

You nod your head, and explain that while you have friends and such, the rape-tastic nature of the city means your relationships tended to be on the short side, but the hectic nature of your life meant you didn't care much. Hell, the quick lays you often got were great, if unexpected.

 

Suddenly Clare runs a paw down your chest.

 

"Oh, I know all about -that-, I was usually on the... giving end."

 

Ha ha, oh you rapists, you say.

 

Clare shrugs.

 

"Like you said, most guys usually don't mind it. Some even really enjoy it. For others it's become the only way they can get off. Though a lot of them seem to not be terribly keen on what I had to offer."

 

From what she’s said, you’re quite surprised she hasn’t tried to force herself on you.

 

As you two continue to make idle chit-chat, you hear a door on the truck open. Savannah pokes her head inside the sleeper cab. She smiles at you and Clare then sits down to the other side of you; now you're between the two of them. From this angle you can see down Savannah's shirt quite easily. She’s aware of your stare, but doesn’t seem to mind.

 

You then notice she has a bag with her. With a rustle she opens it, and hands you a chili dog.

 

"Thought you might be hungry, so I got you somethin' to eat," she says with a soft, almost motherly smile.

 

You accept the chili dog and wolf it down; guess you were hungrier than you thought. Savannah laughs and says that if you were so hungry you should have said something earlier.

 

"Anythin' else I could get for you?"

 

You're kind of surprised by her offer.

 

>>What do you say/do?

 

You’re fine, you say. They've already given you a ride, gave you something to eat, and have been enjoyable company.

 

 

 

"Ain't nothin' to worry 'bout," Savannah says, laughing lightly.

 

Clare pats your back lightly, smiling.

 

"Least we could do."

 

Feeling a bit emboldened, you ask them if this isn't some kind of routine they do to lure in men. Warm bed, food, good company...

 

They look at each other, grinning maliciously. Clare strokes your chest with a paw, and Savannah's tail wiggles about you menacingly. Shit. You laugh nervously. Ha ha. It was all a joke. Ha ha ha.

 

Savannah leans in towards you.

 

"Well now you gone and found out our plan,"

 

Clare finishes Savannah's sentence

 

"So we'll just have to... take care of you..."

 

Oh god are they going to rape you or kill you?

 

Seeing you becoming increasingly agitated seems to fuel their crazed smiles. You begin backing up, but realize there is nowhere for you to go. Clare has moved to block you from escaping forward or her side, and Savannah is covering your other side.

 

 

 

Savannah runs a fluffy-paw-finger under your chin, and brings her face near yours

 

"Now that I get a good look at ya, you're kinda cute darlin', it's a shame we gotta do this now..."

 

Looking towards Clare, she appears to be kind of sad. Kind of like a child that just had their favorite toy broken.

 

"If only you hadn't figured out our plan so soon..."

 

Ha ha ha. Oh god why.

 

Suddenly Savannah starts laughing, but she's trying to contain it

 

"Aw, you're gonna ruin it," Clare pouts

 

Unable to fully contain it, Savannah lets loose with her extremely raucous laughter.

 

You're suddenly very confused.

 

"Sorry darlin', just havin' a spot of fun."

 

Her normal smile has returned. Clare seems to be acting normal again as well. So, they were just teasing you. Based on your rapid heartbeat, you guess it worked. Good joke, you say. The whole crazy rapist-murderer trucker thing. Once you get a hold of your body, you then say that if possible, you'd like to repay them back for their kindness. Savannah looks at you and cocks an eyebrow while grinning.

 

"Well, there is something you could do for us right now if you'd be willin'"

 

>>What do you say/do? [S7]

 

Fine you say, it's the least you can do, right?

 

Savannah gives you a lecherous grin, and lays down on the bed. Less than a minute later, you're working her pretty good.

 

"Ah, yes, just like that!"

 

Savannah has her eyes closed and is clearly enjoying it. Clare is watching over your shoulders, a slight blush on her cheek.

 

"Just remember, I'm next, so save some of your energy," she whispers into your ear.

 

No big deal, you think. You're young, you can handle them both. Though you're having some difficulty with Savannah due to how much she's squirming about. Her tail has wrapped itself around your waist, holding you near.

 

"MmmMMM Oh yeah!", she gasps.

 

You wish she'd calm down. It's hard to focus when she does that. You're trying to be firm yet gentle at the same time, but you've never really done it before with someone like Savannah.

 

You're working your thumbs into her soft, squishy paw pads while your fingers massage the top of each large digit. Switching between each one makes her laugh and squirm with delight, and she seems to especially like it when you massage the large pad in the center.

 

"Yer pretty good at this darlin."

 

"I can't wait for my turn," says the grinning cat.

 

Her fluffy feet are interesting, to say the least. You even find the experience enjoyable yourself. The majority of the fur around the tops of the paws and up the ankle is a little course, but the fur that's growing on the underside between her pads is surprisingly silky and pleasant to the touch. The pads themselves are quite soft and smooth as well. You figured they'd be more callused or rough.

 

After giving them both paw rubs, they seem to be quite happy.

 

"Well, it's only 'bout 'nother three hours or so 'till we get to Monstercity, darlin,' Savannah says.

 

"For yer performance, I'll take you anywhere you wanna go."

 

>>What do you do/say [S8]

 

You thank her for the offer, but the current destination of Monstergirl U in the city is fine.

 

"Tell ya what darlin', we'll make a little detour and take you straight to the campus," she says with a smile.

 

Expecting Savannah to get up and head to the driver's seat, you're kind of surprised when Clare stands instead. She's still wearing a blanket, almost like a dress. You wonder if she's naked underneath or something since you don't see any kind of straps over her shoulders. Rather than inquiring about it, you decide to keep silent. Clare smiles at you as she heads into the cab, then disappears through the curtain. Well, they are a driving team, so it only makes sense that they alternate.

 

"Well I think I'm gonna try to catch a few winks," Savannah says while stretching. You stand to maybe move to the cab or something, but she looks at you expectantly.

 

"Ya can sleep here if you want, I don't mind."

 

You are still pretty tired, so why not?

 

Savannah snatches another blanket out of a bin to make up for the one Clare absconded with, then lays down on her side. You lay down as well, pressing against her back, sharing the blanket. It feels kind of weird, since her tail is now draped over you and her wings are poking you, but whatever. How often do you get to do something like this?

 

-

 

Awakening sometime later, you find yourself in the clutches of the manticore. She's sound asleep and your pants appear to still be on and zipped up. That’s good. Though she is squeezing you kind of tight. You also feel that the truck is no longer moving. As if knowing your thoughts, Clare appears.

 

"We're here kiddo~"

 

With a bit of effort you manage to free yourself from Savannah's grasp. She appears to be drooling a little.

 

Looking out the window, you see that you’re at the university. Now you can get your stuff, but… you don’t really have anywhere to go. Hesitating and fidgeting, you blurt out your question. You ask Clare if... if it would be okay to stay with her and Savannah a little bit longer. Clare looks like she was expecting that question.

 

"I don't see why not~ Do you still want to grab your things? If it's not too much we can probably find room for it somewhere."

 

You nod, saying you only have a few things; clothes, laptop, a couple odds and ends that will fit in a bag or two.

 

"Okay then~ I'll wait for you."

 

-

 

Stowing all your things away, you now find yourself once again with the duo. You ask Clare where they're going tonight.

 

"Just to an electronics firm to drop off our cargo, then we have a day off before we need to pick up another load."

 

Oh, you respond. Clare smiles.

 

"Feel free to go back to sleep," she says with a wink and a grin.

 

You nod, saying that’s probably a good idea. Heading into the back, you cuddle up against Savannah again, and drift off to sleep.

 

The following morning you awaken to find that both of them are holding you in their fluffy paws. Clare seems like she's barely able to stay on the bed, and Savannah is pressed against the far side. You consider yourself the luckiest man in the world right now. Eventually you wake them as well with your movements. After some morning greetings, you explain your decision to Savannah. She seems rather pleased. A little bit of conversation later, she checks the trailer to verify the cargo has been unloaded. Back in the cab, she asks you if there's anything you'd like to do today; they don't have any plans. Clare still has that damn blanket on.

 

>>What do you say/do [S8]

 

That blanket Clare has been wearing ever since you saw her is kind of bugging you for some reason. It's like an itch you just need to scratch. You ask her why she's wearing it.

 

"Oh~ Why do you ask? Want to see what's underneath?", Clare says while giving you a sultry smile.

 

"Well, I guess I don't mind letting you see~"

 

She begins to very slowly lower the blanket. Starting from her shoulders, it creeps down her chest, revealing her large, shapely breasts. You gulp. You must fight temptation. Savannah sighs next to you.

 

"She's a bit of an exhibitionist, ya see."

 

From her demeanor it doesn't seem like she's going to become complicit in whatever is going on here. A small relief.

 

As you continue to watch Clare, enjoying the show, you realize she's kind of the same as Savannah in that she's got a little bit of extra softness around her midsection. As the covering continues its descent, her shapely, wide hips reveal themselves, followed by the gentle inward curve of her shaven mons pubis. However, Clare stops the strip-tease mere inches above where her vagina would begin. Despite your best efforts, you’re intensely focused on the final frontier. Holding the blanket up with one paw, Clare taps on her cheek with the other.

 

"You're just too cute~"

 

Suddenly she lets the blanket fall, but she also goes... invisible at the same moment. Suddenly you feel paws on your shoulders, and a warm breath blows into your ear.

 

"Nyahaha," Clare laughs from behind you.

 

Savannah rolls her eyes and gets up.

 

"Well tell ya what, let's get somethin' to eat, I'm a bit hungry."

 

Still behind you, Clare responds to Savannah.

 

"Ohh~ good idea. I'm kinda hungry myself."

 

You can feel her breasts pressing against your back. She seems to enjoy it and wiggles her body side to side to tease you. Savannah laughs as your start to blush.

 

Taking her place in the driver’s seat, Savannah asks you a question.

 

"So what were ya studyin' at college anyways, darlin'?"

 

>>What do you say/do [S9]

 

You attempt to think of something intelligent to say, but wind up admitting the truth instead. You were undeclared and had been taking various general education classes that were universal to most of the majors. As it came time that you would have to pick a major to focus on, you got cold feet because nothing seemed particularly interesting. Maybe Journalism or English, but it seemed like everyone who didn't know what to do picked those. As a joke you mention that you were pursuing a Bachelor's in being a bachelor.

 

Savannah listens, nodding here and there, smiling at your last bit.

 

"College ain't fer everybody. Ya ever think about, I dunno, trades or somethin?"

 

Hm, you never thought about that.

 

 

 

Clare, still behind you, drops her paws across your chest, placing her head on your shoulder.

 

"A Bachelor's in being a bachelor? So you're... single?"

 

She blows a puff of air behind your ear, then gives a little throaty laugh.

 

Attempting to skirt around her obvious come-on, you mention that yes, aside from being raped by various monster girls you were never in a committed relationship. While you had friends, none of them really became best bros. That’s why you couldn't find anyone that was willing to drive out and get you.

 

Savannah pats your shoulder with her tail.

 

"Well yer welcome to stay with us fer as long as ya like, darlin'. Maybe getting’ out and seein’ the world will do ya good."

 

You thank her again for her kindness.

 

Arriving at a trucker stop, Savannah gathers up a bag and hops out. You think a shower would be nice, and grab some of your clothes as well. Clare didn't immediately follow the two of you, but she appears next to you wearing some fairly baggy clothing, including jeans that look several sizes too large for her.

 

While eating you notice there's only other monster girls around here; you’ve yet to see another guy. You ask Savannah what's up.

 

"Oh, I guess I fergot to mention this is usually a 'girl's only' stop," she says with a laugh.

 

Huh.

 

After the meal Savannah and Clare ask if you're going to hit the showers with them.

 

>>What do you say/do [S10]

 

Well, if you don't shower you'll probably have to go back to the truck to avoid all these leering stares while you wait for Savannah and Clare. You feel kind of scuzzy, and you're likely not the best smelling at the moment. You ask if they at least have stalls here. They look at you with pity.

 

Oh no.

 

"They just have locker room type showers here. Sorry kiddo~"

 

"Aw don't worry 'bout it. You'll be fine."

 

After Savannah pays the tab, you again apologize for being kind of a bum. She smiles at you, again repeating that it’s no problem.

 

The showers are indeed a locker room setup. Savannah and Clare strip and stuff their things into a locker; you look away while they do so. Thankfully, by some miracle, there's no one else in the showers right now. You quickly change out of your clothes and walk into the showers holding a towel around your waist. The other two are facing the wall in the shower, away from you. You can't help but stare at their marshmellowy asses as they jiggle and shake slightly while they scrub themselves. The way their child-bearing hips shift side to side.

 

Easy now.

 

Picking the opposite side so you don't have to look at or be near them, you start to clean yourself. The hot water feels nice, and you can feel the tension draining from your body. That is, until they call for you.

 

 

 

"Hey kiddo~ come wash our backs~"

 

Turning, you see they're both looking at you over their shoulders. Savannah winks at you. Your heart beat quickens. Perhaps this is one of their ideas of repayment, like with the paw rubs. You comply, and wash Savannah's back first. As you reach her posterior, your fingers sink slightly into the soft, warm flesh. She lets out a little mock gasp of surprise.

 

Aw hell.

 

Her tail starts to swing around your head and she giggles a bit. You close your eyes and start thinking about Von Braun and all he contributed to science. Like big, hard rockets blasting off, piercing, parting those soft clouds as they ascend into the heavens.

 

Oh god.

 

Finally finished with Savannah, she sighs, looking at you with longing desire. You bite your lip and move to Clare. She's being careful to not show you any part of her front side. You hurriedly wash her back, but then she sticks out her ass a little bit as if to tempt you.

 

“This part of me is realllly dirty, so make sure to wash it realllly well,” she says, practically moaning out the words.

 

Lord give you strength to fight these demons.

 

Blindly finishing with the cat, you manage to retreat quickly back to your side of the room and finish washing in a blaze of speed. With equal furor you redress and run to the truck before they’ve even turned the water off. After a few minutes they approach, laughing, grinning at you.

 

 

 

"Aw, you're a real cutie darlin'.

 

Clare just 'Nyahaha's.

 

"So darlin', where do you wanna go now?"

 

>>What do you say/do

 

You're not really sure. You have barely any money in your bank account, and if you stay with them you're probably not going to be able to get a job.

 

"That ain't no problem darlin'," Savannah says.

 

Sighing, you say that you don't really have anything you want to do. In fact, you'd like to do whatever it is that Savannah and Clare like to do on their time off.

 

"Well, if ya insist, I won't argue none."

 

Clare walks up behind you and blows in your ear again, wrapping her paws around your neck.

 

"You're so sweet, letting us do whatever we want," she says with a laugh.

 

You hate to admit it, but damn if you don't love the sensation of her rack on your back. These two are kind of pushing you to your limit, and you're not going to be able to do anything while in their midst. You'll need to think of something later.

 

Clare is in the driver's seat now; guess you guys are going where she wants. A short drive later, she pulls up near the college. You wonder why. Savannah grins as you all get out, then three of you walk into the guys' dorms. What is she up to?

 

Suddenly Clare vanishes. A moment later there's a commotion. You faintly hear things like 'stop, thief! and 'it's a raid!' After a few minutes, Clare reappears near you, completely covered in boxers and underwear.

 

Oh god, she did some kind of reverse panty raid. Large groups of male students are assembling, and Clare runs off while laughing 'Nyahahahaha.'

 

 

 

Their ire is drawn to you and Savannah since you're the outliers here. You and Savannah both turn to run for the truck, attempting to keep up with Clare.

 

Clare dashes into the passenger side, Savannah taking up the driver's seat now. With speed and precision you didn't think was possible in such a large vehicle, she maneuvers the truck out of the college parking lot and onto the main roads. Clare is enjoying herself on the pile of men's underwear in the back.

 

"Nyahahaha~ That never gets old!"

 

Now you assume that Savannah is going where she wants. You think of something, and ask if you guys can hit a pawn shop.

 

"Naw, don't worry 'bout it darlin', you don't need to pawn off yer stuff."

 

You insist, but she's not having any of it. You really wonder if the two of them enjoy your company that much. Certainly it's not hard for them to find someone to hang out with? You're also surprised that you haven’t really felt like a third wheel. It's... nice.

 

A few minutes later, the truck pulls into a large strip mall and parks near the back. Savannah hops out, and motions for you to follow. You're not sure what's going on, but then you notice a large arcade. You completely forgot there was something like that here. Once you're inside, Savannah pokes you with her tail. Clare is following behind, but she doesn’t seem terribly interested.

 

"Ya good at anythin' in here?"

 

There's quite the assortment of games in here. Probably anything you could think of to play.

 

>>What do you say/do [S11]

 

You say that yeah, you're pretty good at racing games and not too shabby at DDR.

 

"Racin' eh? We'll see 'bout that," Savannah says with a smile.

 

"I think you're gonna be sorry about that one, kiddo~", Clare says, as she comes up from behind and drapes herself on you. She seems to love rubbing her breasts up against you.

 

As Savannah leads you to where the racing cabinets are located, you notice the three of you are getting a lot of stares from the largely male population. Some look at you like you're a slave, others burn with jealously.

 

"Take your pick, darlin'," Savannah says, motioning to the wide range of cabinets.

 

You choose Need for D. You're pretty decent at this game, and entering your player code shows you're still in the top thousand nationally. Savannah seems to be fumbling with the number pad owing to her large paws, but manages to enter her code in as well. You purse your lips and clench your jaw as you see she's in the top ten.

 

She looks over at your screen and times, then at you with one hell of a smug-ass grin.

 

"Aw, that all darlin'?"

 

She reaches across and pats you pityingly.

 

The game is off, and no matter what you do you cannot catch the manticore. You want to say it's because her wild motions on the wheel and shifter cause her breasts to jiggle about, distracting you, but deep down you know you would never stand a chance. You hang your head in shame as she beats you by several seconds.

 

"Ya can do better than that darlin', can't ya?"

 

You work your way around all the various cabs, but she beats you soundly at all of them. You feel somehow emasculated.

 

"Maybe next time...", Savannah says.

 

You want to cry.

 

Shuffling towards the DDR area, you vow you'll beat her this time. Given her... softness, you think you'll be able to snatch easy victories.

 

You load up a difficult track on DDR, giving a little 'heh' followed by a cocksure look at Savannah. She meets your stare with her own. Where does that confidence come from?

 

As it begins, you're impressed by yourself - your focus is greater than ever and you're not missing anything. A quick glance over at Savannah reveals she's not either, much to your horror. Your vision is almost immediately drawn to her supple form as she moves. Distracted by her softness jiggling and swaying about, you begin to lose your rhythm.

 

She's no manticore; she's a succubus.

 

The rage in your heart overpowers the lecherousness, and you renew your focus, concentrating like your life depended on it.

 

The song over, you feel like a star. You nervously look over at Savannah's screen, and see that you have indeed beaten her. Just barely, though. She's panting, and you can see sweat is forming under her breasts. She's still not wearing a bra under the white shirt.

 

You want to continue, but this is going to get dangerous. You ask her if she wants a rematch.

 

 

 

"Long as yer willin'," Savannah says.

 

Your pride as a man won't allow you to back down from this challenge.

 

 

 

A dozen songs later, you've eked out a victory in all but two of them. Savannah's breath is labored, and her shirt is almost entirely transparent now. Your face and thoughts aren't the only things flushed with victory at the moment. Unable to avert your eyes, you can’t help but think those are some near-perfect tits. Savannah catches you staring, but merely grins, making no effort to cover herself.

 

"Enjoy yer prize," she says.

 

Stumbling over to a bench against a wall to take a breather, you notice Clare is nowhere to be found. Then, as if summoned by your thoughts, you see her walk over, a new, dry shirt in hand. She gives it to Savannah, who then turns to you. Clare stands off to the side, as if attempting to shield her from prying eyes. Savannah removes her wet shirt, freeing her breasts from their restraint. She shakes her torso side to side, sticking out her tongue at you. They sway gently side to side, as if urging you to palm them.

 

She's somehow more and less bold than Clare at the same time. After teasing you for a few seconds, she dons her new shirt.

 

"Maybe ya can see more later, darlin'," she says with a wry smile.

 

Lord have mercy on your soul.

 

The three of you walk over and play some other games, including some shooters, beat 'em ups, fighters, and so on. Clare is surprisingly decent at Blazblue; she kicks the shit out of you with Tao and nothing you attempt can stop her. How can she work the stick and buttons with those paws anyways?

 

Finally, after your defeat in so many things at their hands, you all begin to leave.

 

"Arcades are common in truck stops, ya know?", Savannah says while patting you on the back.

 

It's dusk out now.

 

“You sure there ain’t anythin’ you wanna do?” Savannah asks.

 

Thinking, you suggest a drive-in movie to relax or something. Savannah and Clare agree it's a good idea, then ask what kind of movie you want to see. Pulling out a phone, Clare looks up some listings at various drive-ins, showing that there's quite a bit available right now.

 

>>What do you do/say [S12]

 

Scrolling through the options, you see one of the drive-ins is having a 'horror night.' It looks like they're opening with a movie called 'Paranormal Activity.'

 

You suggest that it could be entertaining. Savannah seems indifferent, but Clare seems a little apprehensive. You tell her to quit being such a scaredy cat. She glares at you in response.

 

"Sure, might be fun,” Savannah says.

 

The three of you hop up into the truck and head out for the drive-in. You wonder about using the truck as kind of a daily-driver like this. They get horrifyingly bad fuel economy when doing city driving. You feel a little guilty about all the money they've spent on you so far, but they insist on it. At least you know they enjoy your company.

 

At the drive-in, you're unfortunately relegated near the back due to the size of the vehicle, but it's not too bad.

 

"I'll go get some snacks, anything specific you two want?", Clare asks.

 

You and Savannah both respond that whatever she thinks will be good is fine. Then, for some reason, Clare starts taking off her clothes, though she's careful not to let you see too much. She gives you a nice view of the bountiful rack that she's been pressing against you all day, along with her ass and thighs. She doesn't even try to act coy about it; guess she really is an exhibitionist. Donning a large jacket that goes down to her fluffy feet, she heads out towards the concessions.

 

Savannah gives a laugh as the door closes.

 

"That girl loves to show off. Surprised she hasn't given you the full view yet though."

 

You wonder what she means by the full view, and why would it matter? Not like it would be the first time you've seen a snatch. That's a bit worrying in a way.

 

After a few minutes of idle conversation with Savannah, Clare returns with a giant tub of popcorn and some other things. Looks like Dots and something with chocolate. She didn't buy anything to drink due to the various things in the fridge. You're kind of surprised there isn't any alcohol, but Savannah mentions that if she got pulled over and they found drinks in the cab, she'd be in deep shit.

 

Clare dumps the jacket and sits on the bunk, looking through the middle while you and Savannah occupy the two forward seats. After a few minutes Clare starts looking restless.

 

"I can't see all that well from back here... can I sit on your lap?", she says while looking at you.

 

Savannah is looking at you out of the corner of her eye as well.

 

>>What do you say/do [S13]

 

Yes, she can come sit on your lap.

 

"Yay~"

 

Savannah looks a little disappointed. You ask her if she'd like to join.

 

"Three's a crowd, ya know."

 

You get the feeling she's a bit jealous.

 

Clare saunters up to you, though she's wrapped in a blanket again. She doubles it up on your lap before sitting down, leaning slightly so you can see over her shoulder. All you can feel is her plump, soft, warm ass grinding against your dick with every movement. You began thinking this was a bad idea. You almost impulsively wrap your arms around her, but stop yourself at the last minute. It also dawns on you that she's got the blanket up around her head now as well.

 

Is she really scared?

 

As the movie rolls on, you can feel Clare tremble every now and then, occasionally pulling down the front of the blanket to cover her eyes. If she wasn't wiggling on your crotch, it'd be cute, really. Unfortunately you haven't been able to focus too much on the movie as you pray to every deity willing to lend an ear to keep your steadily hardening dick from being known to the cat.

 

Savannah has been kind of a popcorn hog so far, and every time you try to grab some she holds it out of your reach while giving you her usual smug-ass grin. This must be payback for allowing Clare to take a seat on you.

 

Eventually you manage to control yourself enough where you can pay attention to the movie; unfortunately since you're kind of coming into it so late you don't really know what's going on. Looking back over at Savannah, you notice she's really into it now. Now’s a good time to snatch some popcorn, you think. As you go for a handful, apparently

 

something happened on screen that caused Clare to jump and yell, and you hear Savannah jump as well. Then you hear something whistle past your head and hit the seat. The fuck was that?

 

Examining the seat, it looks like some kind of dart. You also see another dart has hit Clare. Savannah is the first to speak.

 

"Oh fuck me,” she says.

 

 

 

You look at her tail and notice it's missing some of its retractable barbs. There's several other scattered around the cab as well. Did they fire off when she was startled?

 

Savannah pushes the suddenly limp cat off of you and grabs your arm. Before you can even ask what the fuck is going on, she opens the door and jumps out with you, then crawls under the truck, dragging you with her. As you ask why she shoved Clare and why you're under the truck, you hear a very loud, lewd, laugh.

 

"NYAA HAHAHA”

 

"I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO CUM, 'CAUSE I'M COMIN FOR YA! HEEEEEREEE'S CLARE!"

 

What the fuck is going on

 

"Ah, well, I got startled... and these here tail barbs..." Savannah points at her tail.

 

Wait, don't manticore tail barbs contain some kind of... lewd venom or something?

 

Savannah nods. So now an already lecherous cat has been injected with a potent liquid that sharply increases libido and enhances physical pleasure.

 

"Ain't the first time it's happened, sugar."

 

So she already has experience with this, super.

 

You see a naked cat bolt out of the truck, heading straight for the nearest car. Soon you will no longer be welcome here, you think.

 

You say a prayer for the group inside. Clare throws open the door, then leaps in. Through the light of the screen you can make out the silhouettes inside the vehicle. It's like a starving, horny tiger got lose inside a tiny room full of men. It's hard to watch. In almost no time at all, she leaps out in a diving roll, hitting the next vehicle. You can hear some sort of wild, panting laugh as it fills the night like a tenebrous dirge; a harbinger of the lewd to come.

 

Within minutes she's claimed ten vehicles. Others around them have realized what's going on. Some attempt to drive off, others run by foot. The ones on foot are finished off in a hurry by the prowling cat. There is no escape.

 

By the time the movie is finished, the drive-in looks like a graveyard. There are bodies everywhere, and standing in the middle is a fluffy silhouette. Wavering for a moment, she slumps, then collapses. Savannah takes that as her cue to run out and snatch Clare. You can hear her voice even from this distance.

 

"Oh what the fu-- fucking covered in it!"

 

With a bit of quick thinking, you grab a blanket from the cab and run over. It's worse than you thought. Clare is face down, and it looks like she was involved in some kind of incident at the Elmer's Glue factory.

 

 

 

Savannah bundles her up, then the two of you carry the comatose cat into the cab and throw her on the bunk in the back. Flustered, Savannah asks you if you know of any good places to lay low for a while.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S14]

 

You think as best as you can. You wonder why she doesn't know somewhere to go, but maybe she’s just not familiar with this area. Or she’s just too panicked to think at the moment.

 

Struggling to think, you remember there's a mall near the freeway here. You also recall there's a park nearby you could maybe wash Clare off in once the heat is off. When you mention it to Savannah, she slaps her forehead.

 

"Right! I forgot 'bout that place. Lots of truckers rest there,” she says.

 

Then you two are off, Savannah driving as fast as she can while avoiding attracting attention. Fortunately nothing appears to be following you. Unfortunately the musky stench wafting off the cat is overpowering - it makes your eyes water. So, despite the cold air, Savannah opens both side windows to do something about it. It's chilly, but better than that horrific stench.

 

At least, it's horrific to you.

 

Savannah appears to be... enjoying it. Her face is red, and she keeps glancing at you; her tail is cavorting about behind her. You attempt to make yourself as small as possible in the hopes you'll stay out of her sight.

 

Soon you reach the parking lot. Savannah parks between some other trucks and kills the lights.

 

Feeling a little safer, you attempt to say something to Savannah, who is looking quite distressed. She's squirming in her seat, her hips rocking back and forth, legs crossing and uncrossing. She's holding herself with her paws and keeps looking at you. Her pants are causing her ample chest to rise and fall.

 

Looking back, Clare is still out cold.

 

"I hate... hate ta ask ya, but... but could ya step out for a spell?", Savannah says with great difficulty. She keeps eying your crotch, her tail flicking back and forth.

 

>>What do you say/do [S15]

 

It would be wise to obey her wishes. You’re kind of surprised that tail hasn’t latched onto your dick by now as it is. It’s kind of a mystery why Savannah is trying to restrain herself considering all the stories she’s told.

 

However, you have the idea to take Clare with you. While she’s a little heftier than some other girls, it’s nothing you can’t handle. As Savannah’s eyes track you through the cab, she gives you a weak smile as you leave with Clare bundled in your arms.

 

“Th-thanks,” she says.

 

You nod.

 

You were sorely tempted to just give in and let her have her way with you. That tailpussy probably would’ve felt fucking amazing with all those bumps and ridges and its ability to squeeze down like a vice. With all the teasing you’ve endured, the thoughts of that lewd tail gives you a half-stalk. Not the time for that. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you focus on the task at hand: What to do with this odorous cat?

 

Setting her down and propping her up against the side of the truck, you look around for… something. You could maybe dump her in the fountain or creek at the park, but you have no soap to wash all the semen out of her fur.

 

While considering your options, you suddenly hear noises from the truck. Muffled moans and the like; sounds like Savannah - probably masturbating. You need to get away from here immediately or you’re gonna lose what’s left of your willpower.

 

 

 

You are surrounded by other trucks, you realize. Maybe their occupants can help you? You really hate to just walk up and knock, but it’s not too late in the evening yet. Approaching one of the vehicles, you can see some light coming from inside. Perhaps they’re still awake? You rap on the door, and after a moment a confused looking man appears. You explain you’re in dire need of some soap. You point to the cat hesitantly, underlining your need. The man purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, then gives you a look like he assumes you did all of that. Still not saying another word however, he goes inside and returns with an entire bottle of shampoo, placing it into your hands.

 

You offer to give him money, but he just shakes his head.

 

“Try to keep it inside of her next time.”

 

Slightly embarrassed, you gather up the cat, soap in hand, and head into the park across the street. You find a fountain, and fortunately the water isn’t terribly deep. There shouldn’t be much risk of her drowning, you hope. As you set the cat down in the water, trying to position her on her knees, the shock of the cold wakes up her with a start. She looks around blankly, then realizes what’s going on.

 

 

 

“You couldn’t have found warmer water?”

 

She’s surprisingly calm and level-headed about this. She looks down at herself, realizing why you’ve placed her in the fountain.

 

“Oh, thanks for helping me get cleaned up. I appreciate it, kiddo~”

 

And she appears to be back to normal. You turn away as she removes the semen and water soaked blanket. You don’t really think about too much as you listen to the sounds of splashing water. Though after a few minutes you remember there is one problem though. You forgot a towel. This dawns on you as Clare gets out of the fountain, standing behind you. You can hear the water dripping off of her.

 

“This… this won’t do,” Clare says, holding up the sticky, stinky, moist blanket.

 

>>What do you do/say? [S16]

 

You think briefly about asking one of the truckers for a towel, but can’t bring yourself to ask them for something else. Besides, it looked like that one dude was the only one still awake.

 

Suddenly you feel a light spray of water from behind; turning your head you see Clare facing away from you shaking her body more like a dog than a cat. It’s kind of undignified, but it gets most of the water out. She’s still pretty damp though, and it is chilly out.

 

You take off your shirt and jacket, handing them to the cat while she’s turned the other way. She accepts your clothes, using them to towel herself off some. Slightly drier and fluffier, she mentions the two of you should probably find some clothing. She’s cold, you’re cold, something needs to be done.

 

Shivering as you get near the truck, you still hear the sounds of passion from within it. Not good. Clare drifts in front of you, peeking up into the truck. Her eyes light up. You know that look.

 

“Oh wow, she’s really going at it~”

 

You try not to think about it, and mention how it was her fault.

 

“I seem to recall it was she who hit me with that dart. Have you ever been nailed by one of those?”

 

You shake your head no.

 

“Well~ It’s p-pretty strong, as y-you saw.”

 

Your teeth are starting to chatter, and it looks like Clare isn’t much better off. Though you can’t see much of her due to the darkness, the light from inside the truck highlights her face and upper body. Her nipples look hard enough to scratch the paint on the truck.

 

“H-hey,” she says.

 

“D-did you k-know t-that manticores c-can orgasm f-from their t-tails?”

 

You chatter in response. You wonder where she’s going with this. How can she possibly be talking about this while you’re both freezing?

 

“Y-yes, it f-feels just as g-good as their v-vagina.” Her chattering smile spreads.

 

“S-so, s-she’s g-g-got her d-double-ender out r-right now. W-wanna s-see?”

 

You need to get out of this cold as soon as you can. Maybe you could enter the cab without really looking at her? That thought is cut short by a loud moan that was clear even from outside. Well at least one part of you is warm. You probably couldn’t help but look.

 

The mall is still open, and should have a clothing store. You’ve got enough in your bank account to buy a pack of white shirts and maybe a towel or two. You’d walk in wet and cold and walk out with even less money, but at least you wouldn’t intrude. Or maybe there’s something else you could do, like swallow your pride and ask for help again?

 

>>What do you say/do [S17]

 

Upon realizing Clare could simply go invisible and nab things from inside the truck, you smack your forehead. You ask her if she could grab some clothes and maybe a blanket or something so you can pass the time until Savannah is finished with her… activities. A moan from inside the truck punctuates the end of your sentence.

 

Clare gives you an incredulous look.

 

“You mean… you don’t want to see what she’s up to?”

 

You shake your head. She asked you to leave, so obviously she doesn’t want you to see her right now. You’re not really sure why, but since they’ve been so kind to you it would be rather rude to refuse or break her trust.

 

With a reluctant sigh, Clare agrees, and she carefully pops open the door and vanishes. Holding yourself tightly, you shiver for what seems like hours. Finally, the door opens again and clothing seems to float out. Then Clare reappears. She tosses you a shirt and a jacket, and she begins to dress herself as a well. You almost catch a glimpse of her crotch, but she pulls up her pants just a moment too soon. As you dress, you discover a problem.

 

“Haha, that looks pretty good on you~” Clare snickers

 

Unfortunately she didn’t grab your clothes, just two sets of her own. The pink t-shirt you have on exposes your midriff and is a little snug around the bottom, yet the chest area is rather loose. You can only suspect her large breasts stretched it out.

 

Well, whatever, not like you’re going anywhere. Sitting on the ground next to the truck, Clare huddles next to you and covers the both of you with the blanket. She’s rather warm and soft. Especially her paws and fur that runs up her legs and arms. Resting her head on your shoulder, you notice she still smells faintly. But, you can deal with that for now. What’s kind of cute yet annoying at the same time is the way her ears are flicking against your cheek.

 

With Clare clinging to you, you can see down her shirt into her ample bosom easily. Like Savannah, she doesn’t seem to wear a bra at all. Then there’s the chorus of moans coming from the truck. Just how long does that manticore go, anyways? All the… excitement from the day has left you at a high level to begin with, and now you have to deal with this. There’s no way you can possibly contain yourself. You shift about trying to hide your hard-on from Clare, but either through dumb luck or perhaps a bit of intentional exploration on her part she discovers your secret rather soon.  

 

“Need a… ‘paw’ with that?” Clare whispers in your ear, then licks at your earlobe.

 

>>What do you say/do [S18]

 

As much as you want to feel those soft paw pads around your throbbing cock, you also know that here and now is not a good place. It’s cold, so she’d probably jerk you off under the blanket. Then you’d wind up making a mess all over it and her paws.

 

Turning away from Clare, you tell her no, not now. But you appreciate the offer.

 

Her mouth hangs open slightly, her eyes hooded.

 

“Are...you really turning me down?”

 

You nod.

 

Clare sighs, then resumes just laying her head on your shoulder. You figured she’d be upset or angry or something. Instead she just seems… disappointed. You can’t really get a good read on her. She’s free and unconstrained, but somehow aloof at the same time.

 

Your erection throbs with every moan from inside the truck, but thankfully, mercifully, it’s only a few more minutes until things go quiet. You can start relaxing now, or so you thought. After a few moments you hear the window on the door roll down. Savannah pokes her head out, her face reddened yet looking very satisfied. And slightly embarrassed.

 

“Ah, can I ask ya a favor?”

 

You nod your head. Clare seems to be interested in what she has to say.

 

 

 

“We’re gonna need a few… towels… and maybe some cleaner and a bucket.”

 

God, what did she do in there? Thinking about it makes your cock fly at full staff once again.

 

You awkwardly walk towards the door trying to conceal yourself. Clare follows closely behind, grinning all the while. As you approach Savannah, she raises an eyebrow.

 

“I didn’t know ya were into.. that…”

 

Oh, right. You’re wearing Clare’s shirt. You ask Savannah if she can grab one of yours. Still giving you an unsure look, she digs around in the cab and returns with your clothing. Changing into it, you then accept some money from Savannah and head into the mall.

 

Various supplies acquired, you fill a bucket with water from the fountain and bring it back to the truck. Savannah tells you to stay outside while she and Clare clean things up. You wonder what exactly happened in there. Your cock tells you what happened, but you won’t hear any of it.

 

“Ya can come back, sugar,” Savannah says.

 

The truck now smells lemony fresh. You wonder how often they have to do this. You also notice the only clothing Savannah is wearing are panties and a t-shirt. Not just any panties, either. On the front is the ‘falling man’ emblem you see on those janitor signs, along with the words ‘Caution: Slippery When Wet.”

 

You’re not quite sure how to take that. Savannah catches you reading her underwear and playfully turns her hips away from you.

 

Collapsing into the rear bunk, you finally ask a question that’s been on your mind for a while. Why are they so nice to you? They’re been absolute sweethearts to you, and it makes you feel guilty and sad and glad all at the same time.

 

Savannah thinks for a while, making a ‘Hmm’ sound while stroking her chin with her paw. Clare mimics the gesture.

 

“Why not? Ya’ve been nice to us as well,” she finally says

 

Huh?

 

“Ya’ve put up with our antics an’ our teasin’, and you even listened when I told ya to get out just a bit ago.”

 

You suppose that’s true. Clare is nodding with Savannah’s words, then adds her own.

 

“It’s true, most other guys would’ve just asked to fuck us by now or left. You’ve been pretty nice,” she says with a wink.

 

“Even helped to get me cleaned up after that lewd little incident.”

 

Well, it may be a bit true. Still, wouldn’t they expect to be fucked with the way they act? What an odd pair.

 

You just want to sleep now though. You’re cold, tired, and this erection is not going away anytime soon. Sleep it off, you think.

 

The other two seem to have picked up on your idea, and Savannah shuts off the interior lights and lays down next to you, much like she did the first night. Though it doesn’t do anything to calm your erection, her warmth makes you feel a bit… safe.

 

Clare seems to be on the second, upper bunk by the noise you just heard. Guess it won’t be a dogpile on one bed again.

 

--

 

Morning comes with an alarm, and you stretch and yawn as Savannah rolls off of you. With her gone you feel a sudden chill on your back. You kind of wish she’d come back.

 

“Well darlin’, we’re gonna be leavin’ town soon. You still want to come with?”

 

>>What do you say/do [S19]

 

Does she even need to ask? You say yes enthusiastically and without any hesitation. She asks if you’re sure, and you remind her that you have nowhere to go in this city, nor do you have a home to return to. She seems happy to hear you’re so set on staying with them. Clare seems a little more ambivalent, but is otherwise content with your decision.

 

The morning proceeds mostly like it did yesterday, though thankfully the girls go to a truck stop that has separate male showers. You don’t know how much more of their torment you could take. Though, since you have the showers to yourself…

 

You begin to stroke yourself to the mental images of those tits and asses that have been all over you for an entire day. You can instantly recall their warmth and their silky softness. How your hands sunk into Savannah’s ass like it was a firm marshmallow. Clare’s tits with her pert nipples constantly rubbing on your back. The softness of their waists - how fantastic it would feel to get big handfuls of those asses and mid-sections as you rode them hard doggy-style. Or their tits smothering your face as they ground your pelvis into dust riding you cow-girl. Even that tailpussy pumping you for every drop you’re worth.

 

In scarcely two minutes you uncork the bottle and let loose a torrent of relief, followed by a deep, relaxed sigh.

 

Now, while doing some actual scrubbing, you have some time to yourself to think. You’re tired of being a freeloader, and would like to at least pay for your own food, clothing, and other assorted things. But, how would you go about it?

 

>>How are you gonna make some dosh? [S20]

 

You think maybe they could teach you how to drive? Though you wonder about the legalities of it all. Or you could maybe try writing or blogging, making a website that you can pull in a little money through ad revenue or something. Lost in thought, you clothe yourself and wait for the two outside their truck.

 

After a few minutes, they appear, and it’s time for adventure. Through discussion with them, you find out you’ll be driving cross-country, then making several regional trips. Pretty much no extended down-time for over a week. Trapped in the cab for hours on end with these two. Tantalizing yet terrifying.

 

As you head out of town, you mention about how you’d like to earn a bit of money. Before Savannah can respond, you tell her that it’s a matter of pride. You appreciate her kindness, but you can’t just keep mooching off them forever. It makes you feel like some kind of leech.

 

“Well, if ya put it like that…”, Savannah says.

 

She seems a bit disappointed, but you also think you can see a little grin as well. Perhaps she’s secretly proud of you.

 

“So, what were ya thinkin’ of doin?”

 

You mention your trucker idea first; obtaining your CDL. Savannah and Clare look at each other, considering the idea. While they’re thinking about it, you mention your blog/writing idea. Maybe you could write erotica or something. You’re not too bad at creating stories.

 

They stop thinking to snicker at your last idea. You suddenly regret bringing it up.

 

“Well, darlin’, If ya like, we could always give ya some first-hand experience with whatever ya wanna write,” Savannah says with a wink and a smile.

 

Oh boy.

 

“Otherwise,” she says with a laugh, “Yeah we could teach ya to pass yer test. It’ll take some time though - a few weeks.”

 

“Yeah, so we’d have to charge you some room and board until you started earning your way,” Clare says with a grin.

 

>>What do you do/say? [S21]

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