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A: When it's got cars, kidnapping, handcuffs, cops, a lot of fucking, a ride in a trunk, and one shiny silver handgun.

Seatbelts, please.", "writing": "ROAD TRIP\nby Alex Reynard\n\n\n*****\n\n\nIt's not often you wake up to the sight of a gleaming silver gun barrel pointed between your eyes.\n\nTechnically, Ashleigh Waterbuck had woken up a few seconds before, when the rock crashed through her bedroom window. But the coyote in the black jacket had jumped through and had the gun out so fast, it felt pretty much instantaneous to her.\n\nFor a few moments, both were frozen.\n\nThe moonlight made everything in the large bedroom blue. One look at the room told you Ashleigh's daddy was rich. So rich that 'rich' as a word became inappropriate. Ashleigh's bed was bigger than some people's pools. Ashleigh herself was dressed in a $900 silk nightgown, surrounded by so many stuffed animals, the young vixen was nearly indistinguishable amongst them.\n\nThe coyote on the other hand, gave off an air of the desperation borne from poverty. Not the same as a homeless person, but the look and clothing of a man who has scraped by for years on constant travel and odd, hard jobs. His gun was the cleanest, most expensive thing on him.\n\n\"I'm being ransomed, aren't I?\" Ashleigh finally asked, matter-of-factly.\n\nThe coyote cocked his head slightly. \"That's about right.\"\n\nShe smiled, which surprised him. She sat up in bed, looking between him and the silver gun as she talked. \"Not surprising, really. Daddy's got all those restaurants and a couple bazillion dollars, so I always kinda figured something like this'd happen to me one day. Your gun looks cool.\"\n\nThe coyote made a 'hm' sound. \"You're not scared.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Should I be?\"\n\n\"No. It makes things easier for me. Panicked people don't listen very well.\"\n\nThe vixen nodded. \"Gotcha. If you're wondering why I'm not scared, it's because I know two things. One; if this is a regular ransom, you're screwed shitless if you kill me before you get the money. And two; if this isn't a ransom, and you're planning to do something awful and gruesome to me, I can just scream my head off right now and Daddy's security forces will storm in here and make you into a carpet stain.\"\n\n\"What if I've already taken care of them?\" he countered. \"Seems like they would have heard a rock smashing your window *if* they were there to hear it.\"\n\nThis vexed Ashleigh for a moment. \"Okay, let's say you did. But still, you said this was a ransom and if it is, it's in my best interest to go along with it until you get paid and let me go. Or until I find a way to escape.\"\n\n\"Two more things, little girl,\" the coyote said. \"One: I didn't say this was a ransom. You did. And two: you aren't gonna escape from me.\"\n\nShe giggled.\n\nThe coyote narrowed his eyes at her. \"Are you really this ballsy or are you just convincing yourself it's not really happening?\"\n\n\"Oh, I know it's real. It's just, Daddy and Mommy taught me good about how to handle myself in a situation like this. We all knew it was a possibility, given Daddy's moolah. You're acting like a professional, so I will too. Plus, I like watchin' cop shows...\" Here she leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, \"...and I usually root for the bad guy to get away.\" Her grin and wagging tail clearly showed how excited she was.\n\n\"Fine by me if you're on board with this. Come on, little girl. It's not like I have all night.\"\n\nAshleigh jumped up out of bed. \"Can I bring some stuff if I'm gonna be kidnapped for a long time?\"\n\nThe coyote growled in frustration. He figured it was quicker to agree than to stand here arguing. \"ONE change of clothes, ONE toy and ONE doll or stuffed animal or whatever. No phone, no laptop, no anything that you could contact anyone else with. You have thirty seconds.\"\n\n\"Fair enough!\" she said and began zooming around the room.\n\nTwenty-one seconds later she was ready. She had her clothes in a bag, a stuffed tiger under her arm, and a Tando CX case in her hand. \"Do extra games count as more than one toy?\"\n\nA sigh. \"I suppose not.\" He flicked the gun towards the window. \"Allright now; out.\"\n\n\"There's a lot of glass and I don't have any shoes on.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Piggyback?\"\n\nShe grinned.\n\nHe sighed again.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nFive minutes later they were speeding down the highway and Ashleigh looked pleased as punch.\n\nThe coyote kept glancing away from the road just to marvel at her sheer fearlessness. \"This really is all a game to you, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure it's very serious to you. You look like you really need the money. And Dad's got oodles. So if you're nice to me, I'll help you get away. But if you're mean, I can be a real bitch!\" she said proudly, flashing her tiny teeth.\n\n\"Bitch or not, I've got the gun,\" he said.\n\n\"I know, and it's soooo cool! It looks like pure silver. It looks like one of those wild west six-shooters, but BIG! Can I hold it?\"\n\nHe gave her a look.\n\nShe looked away bashfully. \"Worth a try.\"\n\nThe coyote sighed another of what would become an increasingly long number of sighs over the next nineteen hours.\n\nThe car went quiet except for the rhythmic thrum of the highway under the tires and the purr of the engine. The car was old; one of those big huge boatlike ones. Ashleigh's grampa had one like that, but it was white. This one was black, which seemed fitting. The interior was red. The seats creaked a little when she moved, and she had a feeling they were gonna get sticky when the sun came up.\n\nThe coyote's eyes were locked onto the road. Ashleigh got the message that he wanted to concentrate on driving for now. That was fine. She figured there'd be time for chitchat later. Daddy had always drilled into her that having more money than other people was no excuse for treating them as less worthy. She liked being polite anyway. At school, the other rich girls were such stuck-up cunts she wanted to pack them in a crate and ship them to some third-world sweatshop.\n\nAshleigh was tall for her age, thin enough to look frail, and more pretty than beautiful. Her fur and hair were sandy-orange, like a sunrise on a beach. Her eyes, Mommy said, were ocean-colored. She was still dressed in just her nightgown and panties. Next to the coyote, she looked as insubstantial as a handkerchief.\n\nHer delicacy was in direct contrast to his impenetrable toughness. He was broad-shouldered but lean. Like a man who has worked long enough to build up muscle, but gone hungry long enough for it to not show much. His jeans looked like they'd been dragged behind a horse a few times. His leather jacket showed signs of tears and burns. His t-shirt was ripped at the neck and had a cartoon picture of an Arizona landscape.\n\n\"Are you taking me to Arizona?\" she asked.\n\n\"...Maybe,\" he replied.\n\nBut his pause before he spoke and his brief glance of surprise told her she'd scored a bullseye. \"I'm right, aren't I? I saw your shirt and guessed. If we are, I don't mind. We've got a summer place in Arizona. I like it there. It's hot but the scenery's great. Everything's red.\"\n\nThe coyote's lips moved like he wanted a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at the empty hole where the lighter had been. Ashleigh looked too. \"I threw it out the window. I quit years ago and it kept reminding me,\" he explained.\n\n\"Good for you.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\" His lip made that move again. \"When I get nervous, I want to smoke. You mentioning Arizona made me nervous. Because you're right; that's where we're going. The way it works is, I deliver you there, I get my money. I need my money. But I'm not stupid. I don't do work like this if it smells funny, and I keep wondering if somehow you were tipped off that this was going to happen.\"\n\n\"Oh, no,\" she insisted. \"I just...\" She looked down at her paws and blushed. \"I just've kinda thought about this a lot. I saw a movie when I was little about a boy getting kidnapped, and I talked about it so much that Daddy and Mommy showed me a video about what I should do if that ever happened to me. It was scary, but it also sounded really exciting. I can't believe I'm really in an action movie right now!\"\n\n\"Be cooperative and there won't *be* much action,\" he replied.\n\n\"You sure?\" she asked, and here she turned and gave him a very foxy smile.\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\"\n\nShe stretched her arms above her head. \"Only that I'm a helpless little virgin and you're a big mean man with a gun, and sometimes big mean men with guns do all sortsa bad stuff to helpless little virgins...\"\n\nThe car swerved a little.\n\nThe coyote raised an eyebrow at her. Light from the highway lamps rolled across the car and over her slim body. Her nightie was sheer enough he could see she was wearing panties underneath and nothing else. He could even see two little brown dots on her chest.\n\nThe coyote licked his lips.\n\nAshleigh shivered, yet felt an odd little sense of triumph.\n\nThe coyote was staring at her and chewing his bottom lip.\n\nNot wanting him to crash into a guardrail, she changed the subject. \"Um, what should I call you? Obviously you're not gonna tell me your real name, but I gotta call you something.\"\n\nHe 'hmmm'ed. He looked ahead at the road and thought a bit. \"Gibson.\" He chuckled like there was an in-joke behind it.\n\n\"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gibson. You probably know, but I'm Ashleigh Louise Waterbuck.\" She held out her paw.\n\nHe gave it a brief, efficient shake.\n\n\"...And I'm hungry.\"\n\n\"It's eleven freakin' p.m.!\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I didn't eat much at dinner and I'm hungry and I'm probably going to have to pee soon anyway.\"\n\n\"Fine.\" He looked up ahead and saw a burger place. \"Is there okay?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"That's one of Daddy's competitors! If he knew you took me there, he'd probably be more mad at you for that than kidnapping me!\"\n\n\"Well, it's closest, and I'm in the shit anyway,\" he said as he put on his turn signal.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nThe coyote parked as far from the entrance and the streetlamps as he could. He cut the engine and turned to Ashleigh. \"Allright, we can't go in there with you looking like... this. You're gonna have to put on your other clothes. Go in the backseat if you want. I fixed the doors so they only open from the outside like on a cop car. Don't try to escape.\"\n\n\"Why would I?\" she asked, in complete sincerity, as she crawled into the back.\n\nAs Ashleigh began to disrobe, Gibson kept both hands on the steering wheel, mostly to keep them away from his pants. He couldn't stop himself from looking in the rear view mirror though.\n\nAshleigh glanced slyly towards the mirror herself; quick enough to see his eyes without him seeing hers. Good. He was watching. She thought he might like a show.\n\nShe purred a tune as she slowly pulled the nightie over her head and tossed it onto the seat. She stretched a little, liking the feeling of being nearly nude in a stranger's car. She might have been afraid if Mr. Gibson seemed any more threatening. But he was clearly willing to be as polite with her as she was with him. She didn't sense any evil intent in him. Though he might be fun to play with if she could stir just a little bit up.\n\nGibson's pants zipper was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.\n\nTaking her time, the little vixen pulled on her socks one by one and even wiggled her toes at him. She pulled up her gold skirt, letting him see her panties for as long as she could keep up the act that she didn't notice him spying. Next was her white blouse and burgundy jacket. \"I'm all ready,\" she said.\n\n\"Good. This car's getting stuffy.\" Gibson got out of the car in a hurry and Ashleigh said a silent cheer to herself.\n\nHe opened her door and reached in to take her paw. \"You stay in my sight the whole time, understood?\"\n\nShe curled her tail around herself and gave him a shamelessly flirty smile. \"Why? So I won't run away? Or because you just like looking at me?\"\n\nHe gulped, but his nervousness went away quickly. \"If you're okay with me looking...\"\n\n\"I am,\" she said softly.\n\nHe nodded. \"You're very pretty.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said. She hopped out of the seat and gave him a hug. His leather jacket was softer than she'd expected. She took his paw in hers. \"Lets go get something to eat.\"\n\nShe saw in his eyes that he'd thought of something dirty to reply to that, but had politely refrained.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nGibson had been impressed with how much the little girl could cram in her mouth. She'd ordered the second-biggest burger on the menu and put it away like a snack. Ashleigh explained that she had a very hyperactive metabolism, which was how she kept so skinny. She said her Mommy let her eat pretty much anything she wanted, and often said how jealous she was. Ashleigh also said she kept her weight down through the lessons Daddy took her to, including tennis, archery and rock climbing.\n\nThis was not a girl to underestimate.\n\nRight now she was slumped diagonally in the passenger seat, snoring away. They were about thirty-five miles from the restaurant. Gibson chuckled at how she seemed equally content sleeping in his rolling shitbox as in her big fluffy bed, which had probably cost more than the car had brand new.\n\nHe also noticed her skirt had ridden up considerably. A little more and he'd get to see her panties.\n\nHe stared ahead at the road for a while, then looked back down at her smoothly-furred young legs. He was surprised by himself tonight. He liked girls, sure, but so far not ones this young. But she was tall for her age. And definitely smart. After that little show in the backseat, he couldn't make himself believe he was taking advantage of some sweet innocent little angel.\n\nCarefully, he reached out for the hem of her dress while keeping one hand on the wheel.\n\nSlowly, slowly, he pulled it up.\n\nAshleigh continued to snore.\n\n'Geez, kid sounds like an electric drill,' he thought.\n\nHis heartbeat sounded louder to him than the cars and semis in the other lane. He tugged up her skirt just a little more and was rewarded with a glimpse of soft pink fabric. The color of strawberry milkshakes. He tried to imagine what those cute little panties would feel like. What those cute little panties would *smell* like.\n\nHe took in a deep, deep breath and was sure he caught a whiff of her special odor. He could smell her clothes, her shampoo and her clean fur. And underneath, something else. Something he thought maybe he'd like to taste...\n\nA flash of blue light violently derailed his train of thought. A cop in the rear view mirror. He put his hand back on the wheel and took a steadying deep breath. 'Nothing to worry about. I'm as close to the speed limit as anyone else and there's no way he can see the girl from this angle. I have nothing to worry about. If I give him every reason to ignore me, he will.'\n\nAnd he did. In fact, the cop passed him a moment later going ten miles over the limit.\n\nThe coyote laughed a little. 'Unsurprising.'\n\nHe glanced back down to his snoozing passenger.\n\n'Although maybe I'd better hold off on doing anything more with this little tease until at least I pull over...'\n\n\n*****\n\n\nSometime after midnight he pulled into a tiny gas station. Ashleigh was still out like a light, so he did something he'd normally consider stupid and decided to leave her in the car while he pumped gas. He opened his door slowly and closed it as quietly as he could. Although he wasn't worried too much; a truck had blasted its goddamn air horn twice right behind them a few miles back.\n\nGibson gave the bored fat woman at the counter two twenties and went back to start pumping. He looked in the window and Ashleigh was still asleep. Good.\n\nAs he filled up the tank for the long day's drive ahead, he stared at the spinning numbers on the price indicator and thought about Ashleigh. This was indeed one of the strangest job's he'd ever agreed to take on. He'd never seen anyone so eager to be the victim of a crime before. It wasn't like his past was spotless, but he'd never done anything bad to kids. Breaking the law and acting immorally were two different things, he believed. He didn't steal from anyone worse off than he was, and he never fucked anyone over unless they showed clear intentions to fuck him over first. This job had seemed dubious at first, snatching a kid and carrying her across a hundred miles or so of desert, but it was turning into a vacation compared to some of the other shit he'd shoveled. Far better pay, too.\n\nPlus there was no denying she was into this. Probably been so safe her whole life the idea of real danger thrilled her to no end. He was glad he'd been the one to take the job and not some of the assholes he'd known and even worked with in the past. Some of those fucks would have had her legs in the air five minutes after they'd gotten past the house gates. And they wouldn't have given a shit whether she was willing or not.\n\nHe thought about Paul Willie. He was a big bastard, and they'd worked together at a factory once; stuffing the walls full of wiring. At lunch one day, the guys had gotten around to telling jokes. Paul had gone one step further. Paul spun a true-life anecdote, about how he'd caught his wife cheating once and snapped her arm like a pencil. The other guys stopped laughing as Paul, chucking like Santa Claus, went on to tell how he'd forced his wife to let him fuck her twice before he'd agree to take her to the hospital. He'd been in mid-sentence when Gibson threw a five-pound toolbox into the side of his face. The next thing Paul knew, his throat was under Gibson's workboot and none of the other guys were moving to help him. Gibson had to give thanks to the factory security boys, as hauling his ass off Paul when they did had probably saved him from an attempted murder charge.\n\nGibson glanced back to the car and it took his brain a few seconds to register that Ashleigh was gone.\n\n'SHIT!!! FUCK!!!' he screamed silently.\n\nHe went into blind panic for a few seconds before his brain kicked back in and forced him to focus. He felt like an idiot. The girl was smart. She'd obviously been playing nice the whole time just to get his guard down. Make him think she was cooperating, while the whole time she was waiting for a chance to escape. He was fucked sideways and upside down now.\n\n\"No,\" he told himself. \"Calm yourself the hell down. You can handle this. She's only been gone a few seconds, a minute at most, and she can't be far.\"\n\nHe took in a deep breath through his nostrils, letting the smells come to him. It was hard to smell anything over the sour stink of gasoline, but he caught a whiff of her. That fur shampoo. It was just strong enough to rise above the gas fumes. \"Shouldn't have showered, little girl.\"\n\nHe patted his pocket and felt the gun inside. He knew he couldn't shoot her, but he'd fire a warning shot if he had to. He had to get her back. For her sake as well as his; she was likely safer with him than at a gas station fifty miles from nowhere.\n\nHe left the nozzle in the tank as he walked around the car and traced her scent. She seemed to have gone around the back of the station. He kept low to avoid notice from the attendant. Behind the building was some tire racks, an air pump and the door to the restroom (He checked it: locked). Beyond that, an open lot and nothing for miles but the highway and the desert.\n\nTo the side of the building he saw some movement. A small row of bushes. He took the gun out and pointed it blindly. \"Come out.\"\n\nImmediately, two pointed ears popped up. \"I'm not done yet!\"\n\nHe blinked. \"I said come out of there!!\"\n\nShe hesitated a second more, then waddled out from behind the bush with her panties around her ankles. She looked rather sheepish. She was caught and she knew it.\n\n\"You told me you weren't going to try to escape.\"\n\n\"I never actually said that,\" she insisted with a pout. \"Maybe I was, or maybe I just forgot to take a leak back at the hamburger place, huh?\"\n\nHe sighed in frustration. \"If you did, why didn't you just tell me!?\"\n\nShe bent over to pull her panties up unhurriedly. \"Maybe I wanted you to come catch me.\"\n\nHe strode across the asphalt and roughly grabbed her by the wrist. \"Don't do that!! You nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack!\"\n\nShe looked up at him with her big blue-green eyes. She was startled for a moment, but then looked playful again. \"You're right. I was bad. I disobeyed. You really ought to punish me for that.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Look, I'll forgive you if you'll just get back in the car so we can get going.\"\n\nShe shook her head. The little vixen hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him towards the side of the building with her. \"No, I insist. I almost gave you a heart attack, remember? I really ought to be punished somehow. You should do something bad to me.\"\n\nHis fear at losing her was changing into another kind of fear altogether. \"There are a million cars going by right behind us,\" he said in a shaky voice\n\n\"It's too dark to see anything back here. Don't worry.\" She looked directly at the bulge in the front of his pants, then stroked one paw along the length of it.\n\nGibson's whole body spasmed for a second.\n\n\"I'm so bad,\" Ashleigh said in a matter-of-fact whisper. \"I think I should really be punished hard.\" She began to pull his zipper down. \"I think you really ought to do something rough and terrible to little me.\" She reached both of her slender paws into the waistband of his underpants. As he stared in petrified amazement, she took hold of his erect penis in both paws and pulled it out. He felt the night breeze hit it. \"I think you ought to force this big thing right down my throat...\"\n\nHis breathing was ragged. His heart was racing.\n\n\"I think you're right,\" he said\n\nUnable to hold back anymore, he braced himself against the wall with one hand and cupped the back of Ashleigh's head in the other. He thrust forward and plunged his length straight into her wet little muzzle. She moaned and grabbed at his clothes, pulling herself closer.\n\nThe little vixen started blowing him like she'd been learning since birth. She was not gentle, and he did not care. She used her teeth as much as her tongue, chewing it like a tough sausage. Gibson was quaking with effort to keep himself from just slamming the whole thing all the way down her throat. He managed to keep himself in check though. It wasn't all in, but she was doing her best to take as much of it as she could. Those tiny little teeth were amazing.\n\nWith his free paw he roughly caressed her hair and soft ears. \"You're a bad little bitch, aren't you?\" he whispered low. \"Running off like that just to tease me. I damn near jumped out of my skin. I need that money, remember? I got a big shiny gun in my pocket that says you're gonna do everything I say from now on, right?\"\n\nShe nodded. Slurred from the coyote cock in her mouth, she managed to say, \"Cah I shee it?\"\n\n\"Sure can.\" He drew out the gun nice and slow. He pressed the cold metal to her cheek and she shivered all over. She yelped in undeniable pleasure and doubled her efforts on his cock. She pawed at her crotch with one hand and held her other over his as it held the gun to her cheek.\n\nShe pulled away for a second to take in a deep breath. She looked up at him, her face beaming with excitement and joy. \"Big mean kidnapper.\"\n\n\"Who said your punishment was over?\" he said with a smile. He shoved her roughly back onto his dick and she murred in pleasure.\n\n\"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!?\"\n\nGibson's eyes went wide as headlights as he looked up and saw the gas station woman staring at them with murderous outrage. He'd miscalculated. She wasn't just fat, she was big. Big enough that she could probably beat the shit out of him. Which would probably happen in about two seconds.\n\nNot knowing why, he suddenly came in Ashleigh's mouth.\n\n\"Oogmph!\" she said as her muzzle filled with so much cream she nearly choked on it.\n\n\"RUN!!!\" Gibson screamed at her.\n\nNot bothering to wipe her lips off, the little vixen took off like a bullet from a gun. She sprinted past the huge angry woman on her left and Gibson sped by on her right. The woman was just confused enough to miss both when she grabbed at them.\n\nGibson's hand groped for keys in his pocket as his cock waggled in the breeze. Ashleigh made it to the car before him. He ran up to it and, had he not realized with a fraction of a second to spare that he'd left the gas pump in the tank, almost certainly would have tripped over the hose and bashed his snout into his skull on the concrete.\n\n\"YOU FILTHY SICK DEGENERATE PERVERT ASSHOLE!!!\" the gas station woman roared. She came steaming around the side of the building like a runaway freight train.\n\n\"Hurry!!! Get in!!! Start the car!!!\" Ashleigh shrieked.\n\nGibson slung the door open and practically vaulted inside. He impaled the key in the ignition and prayed the engine would cooperate. It hesitated for a second, then decided to do its job and start humming. Gibson bent the shift lever putting the car in reverse.\n\nThe woman caught up and started pounding on the hood of the car. \"YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, PRISON OR HELL, YOU BASTARD!\"\n\n\"Christ! Leave me alone!\" Gibson yowled as he tried to back out with her added weight.\n\nAshleigh grabbed his jacket sleeve and shook him. \"Did you forget you have a gun!?\"\n\n'Oh, right,' said Gibson's brain.\n\nThe silver muzzle was out and pointed at the gas station woman in a flash. \"BACK OFF LADY!!!,\" he exploded.\n\nShe took one look at it, gasped, and fell on her titanic ass.\n\nGibson leaned out the window. \"Normally you'd be perfectly justified, and I'd even help you stomp a guy you caught with his dick in a little girl's mouth, but these are special circumstances!\"\n\n\"Yeah!\" Ashleigh yelled, and licked cum off her lips.\n\nGibson peeled out with his foot mashed to the floor and came close to t-boning a sedan full of very surprised sci-fi geeks on their way to a convention.\n\nAs the duo sped away from the gas station forever, both were panting hard and wondering if their hearts would ever stop thudding.\n\nAshleigh lapped the last of Gibson's semen from her muzzle. It tasted kinda yucky, but it had been well worth it.\n\nShe was just about to say how much she'd loved their exciting little roleplay back there, when she looked over and saw his fear-shriveled weenie resting on his leg and burst out laughing.\n\nA few seconds later, Gibson was laughing his tail off too.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nApproximately an hour later, Gibson was so tired of driving that the sight of a motel up ahead damn near got his dick hard again. (He'd been about to put it back in his pants a while ago, but Ashleigh 'ah-hem'ed and he decided to leave it on display.)\n\nThe motel was tiny and grimy, but any port in a storm. Gibson played at still being angry with Ashleigh over her 'escape attempt'. He kept his paw clamped on her wrist the whole time as he parked and got out to open the trunk. Ashleigh wondered for a moment if he was going to put her inside! Instead he got out a brown duffle bag. Ashleigh wondered if she'd end up inside that at some point too. He instructed her to get her things and follow him in.\n\nGibson eyed the cigarette machine in the lobby longingly as Ashleigh signed in for them.\n\nThe desk clerk was a desert mouse in glasses. He raised an eyebrow at the guestbook. \"Mr. and Mrs. John Smith?\"\n\nAshleigh giggled.\n\nGibson sighed.\n\nThe clerk held up his palms. \"Hey, none the fuck business of mine. Number eight's free.\" He skimmed a key across the counter at them. \"Have a good night.\"\n\nThe vixen and a coyote exchanged a smile.\n\nGibson was sure he caught the clerk in his peripheral vision checking out Ashleigh's ass as they walked away. He didn't blame him.\n\n\n*****\n\n\n\"Since you were so disobedient back at the gas station...\" Gibson said as he tossed the duffel onto a dresser, \"...I have some surprises for you.\"\n\nAshleigh squeezed her plush tiger tight. \"Nifty!\"\n\nWith his back to her, he rummaged in the bag. \"Get on the bed.\"\n\nWith a tiny squeal, Ashleigh obeyed. The bed creaked appallingly as she jumped onto it. She grimaced, trying to imagine the sheer number of people who'd slept here before and all the creepy-crawlies they might have left behind. The room overall felt dingy, sticky, small and sparse. Ugly carpet, cracked walls. A TV hung from the ceiling in a theft-proof cage. Off to the side was a bathroom. One glance made Ashleigh vow not to go in there barefoot.\n\nGibson nudged her. She turned to look. He was holding two short lengths of nylon rope.\n\nShe felt her cheeks flush.\n\n\"Now, since I obviously can't trust you, I'm going to have to tie you up for the night,\" he said.\n\nHer tail wagged. \"I completely agree.\"\n\n\"Stretch out.\" She did and he picked up her ankles. Slowly and gently he removed her shoes and socks. Ashleigh burrowed her face into the pillow and sighed. Next he pulled down her skirt, but left her panties. He wrapped one length of the rope around each ankle and bound them together. He was careful to give her enough room to wiggle comfortably.\n\n\"Sit up.\" He looked into her eyes as he slid her jacket off her shoulders. He took her paws in his as he lifted her arms up to slide her blouse off. He paused a moment to admire her tiny brown nipples. Ashleigh liked being looked at this way. She basked in the feeling of helplessness as he bound her wrists with the same care he'd taken with her ankles. He secured the end of the rope to the bedframe, leaving her plenty of slack.\n\nShe was now nearly-nude and tied to the bed of a seedy motel by a coyote kidnapper with a gun. Ashleigh had never felt more excited. She loved adrenaline, but there was always something lacking in her sports lessons. There was always someone there to supervise her, to make sure she was always safe. Maybe she didn't want to always be safe. Maybe she enjoyed risk for its own sake. Mommy had been apoplectic when Ashleigh had asked for rock-climbing lessons, but Daddy had laughed knowingly. He was proud of his daughter's spirit. He told her that he hadn't made his millions by playing anything safe.\n\nGibson started taking his clothes off too. His shirt, jacket and pants went on the floor in a pile. He put his socks on the dresser. Then he stood directly in front of his little captive as he pulled down his underwear. She gasped appreciatively.\n\n\"You're very handsome,\" she said.\n\nHe paused, genuinely surprised and touched by the compliment. \"...Thank you.\" He walked to the front door and clicked off the light. Now it was too dark, so he turned on the bedside lamp and used the duffle to hush the light a little.\n\nHe crawled into bed behind her. Ashleigh felt his breath on the back of her head. She shivered when his paw stroked along her shoulder down to her thigh. \"I think this job ought to start paying some rewards. What do you think?\" He twirled a bit of her hair on his finger.\n\nShe wriggled in her bonds. \"I can't escape. You could do anything you wanted with me,\" she purred.\n\nGibson scooted down the length of the bed and rolled Ashleigh's hips over. He leaned in close to her panties and drew in the scent of her moist musky muffin. He bit the elastic and tugged the garment down.\n\nAshleigh cried out when his cold nose touched her rose.\n\n\"We'll have to shut that cute mouth so the people next door don't call the cops,\" he said. He reached over the bed to his jacket and withdrew the gun that had fascinated Ashleigh so much. \"Your pacifier,\" he told her. He presented it to her, muzzle first. \"Suck it.\"\n\nJoy danced in her eyes as she eagerly obeyed. Her tongue traced the contour of the barrel and the sight on top. \"It tastes metal-y.\"\n\n\"Unsurprising. Keep it in your mouth so you don't get loud.\"\n\n\"I promise,\" she replied. The rope around her wrists had just enough slack so she could keep the gun at mouth-level and lick the barrel. It suddenly occurred to her the insane level of trust he was showing to let her hold the gun like this. It couldn't be loaded, right? That must be it, she thought. He'd taken the bullets out. But she hadn't seen him do it. Had it been unloaded all along? Was it loaded now? She had absolutely no idea. Not knowing sent lightning up her spine. She sucked the gun harder, like she'd sucked his cock, and stroked the trigger with a trembling finger.\n\nGibson got down to business. He spread Ashleigh's knees and kissed her pussy. She bucked once, then murred and thrust her crotch at him. He roughly grabbed her foxy buns and drove his muzzle into her cunt. His long tongue drilled deep. He lapped across the folds like a dog laps water. Ashleigh panted loudly and her tail whipped back and forth.\n\nGibson ate like he was at a good buffet and a friend was paying. Ashleigh was the sweetest meat he'd ever tasted. He was surprised (but not too surprised) when he probed around and didn't find a hymen. She'd said she was a virgin, but she could have been lying. Or maybe she'd shoved one of her toys up there. Imagining the naughty girl pushing every cylindrical object in her room up her snatch made Gibson even harder. His dick ground deeply into the scratchy blankets.\n\nAshleigh was grateful for the gun to help keep her quiet. She usually drove her face into her pillow when she'd get herself off at home. She knew she was a loud girl and couldn't help it. Remembering her tiger plush, she managed to twist around and retrieve it while holding the gun in her teeth. She'd been ordered to keep it there and she wanted to obey. But she also wanted to squeeze her soft friend and tease her nipples with its little plastic nose.\n\nSpeaking of noses, Gibson drove his into her box until the only smell in the world was vixen pussy. He thought if he was small enough, he could live in here. That idea got him so hot he quickened his pace to a frenzy and soon Ashleigh was shaking and shivering like an out-of-whack washing machine. She squealed with clenched teeth as she came. He snorted as some of her fluid went up his nostrils, but didn't mind.\n\nYesterday he'd never even seriously entertained the idea of doing anything with a little girl. Today he'd just eaten one out hard enough to make her cum. It was near impossible to believe. He didn't know what it said about him and right now didn't care. He took one last inhale of Ashleigh's gorgeous red flower and shot cum all over the blanket.\n\nPanting, head spinning, he pulled himself up onto the bed to lie next to her. He rested his muzzle on top of her head, enjoying the smell of her hair nearly as much as the smell of her muff. He took the gun from her paws and put it on the nightstand.\n\n\"Was it loaded?\" she asked.\n\n\"I'll never tell, kiddo,\" he said with a kiss behind her ear. He clicked off the lamp. The only light in the room was the horizontal lines of moonlight coming through the window blinds.\n\n\"Thank you,\" Ashleigh said in an exhausted but happy whimper.\n\nHe wrapped his arms around her. \"Welcome.\"\n\nThe night was hot so he left the blankets off. He snugged his cock into the cleft of her thighs, nuzzled her gently, and soon they were asleep.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nAshleigh woke up to an empty motel room.\n\nThe sun was up and at full brightness, turning the lines from the blinds into lasers. She squinted hard as she looked around. Her ears swiveled, searching for him in the bathroom. He was gone. This didn't make sense.\n\nShe rolled over onto her other side. She could feel the little crusty spot from where he'd spooged last night. 'I made him do that,' she thought proudly.\n\nShe looked over to the bedside table and the gun was still there. She sighed in relief. That meant he was coming back. At least she assumed so. She knew he wouldn't just run off and leave her. Not just because of the money, but because what he'd done last night made that inconceivable. He had her completely at his mercy. There were a million things he could have done with her but didn't. She knew he wouldn't just run off and leave her tied up alone.\n\nHer heart suddenly sunk. 'What if the cops got him?' she thought.\n\n'No, no. If they did, they'd be in here right now untying me,' she reasoned.\n\n'Okay, so now what?' The rope wasn't slack enough for her to even sit up. What was she going to do with herself until Gibson got back?\n\nRemembering that it was Saturday morning and cartoons were on, Ashleigh decided to busy herself with trying to get the TV remote off the bedside table using only her toes.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nThe coyote returned with a bag full of groceries. He opened the door quietly. \"Ashleigh? You awak-\"\n\n\"Untie me!!! Untie me!!!\" she screamed.\n\nGibson panicked and dropped the bag on the floor. He ran to her side and went to work on the knots immediately. \"What's wrong!? Are you hurt!?\"\n\n\"No! I gotta seriously PEE!!!\" she squealed.\n\nHe couldn't hold back a laugh at that. She kicked him in the thigh.\n\n\"Just a second... There!\" He'd loosened the rope from the bedframe but left her wrists tied. \"Hold on and lemme get your ankles.\"\n\n\"No time!\" she said as she jumped up and went hopping to the bathroom. A moment later he heard the sound of piss hitting porcelain and a very relieved sigh.\n\nHe chuckled again. Then he noticed the sound of cartoons. \"How in the hell did you manage to get the TV turned on?\"\n\n\"I'll never tell, kiddo!\" she called out from the bathroom.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nFor breakfast, Gibson had gone to the party store next door and brought back a dozen doughnuts and a half gallon of milk. They didn't have any cups so they passed the jug back and forth and drank from it straight. Gibson had also swept a small galaxy of assorted plastic-wrapped snackfoods into the bag as well, knowing there probably wouldn't be another place like this for another hundred miles. \"I just got everything that looked like kid food. I hope you like some of it.\"\n\n\"That's fine. Daddy and Mommy don't let me get near too much junk food. I haven't even heard of some of this stuff.\"\n\n\"There's a cooler in the trunk. I'll fill it up with ice and drinks before we go. It's gonna be hot and I don't want you dehydrated or getting heat stroke.\"\n\n\"That's very considerate of you,\" she said with a smile. Her lips were dusted white from powdered sugar.\n\n\"Just keeping the merchandise in good condition,\" he kidded, ruffling her hair.\n\nShe giggled at being called 'merchandise'. \"So, um, what's going to happen to me when we get to where we're going?\"\n\nHe took a swig of milk. \"Part of the contract; I'm not allowed to tell you.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she said. An unpleasant thought occurred. \"You're not going to sell me to someone, are you? I mean, being kidnapped's been awesome, but I don't wanna become some fat CEO's sex slave and have to live under his desk giving him blowjobs all day.\"\n\nGibson wondered where the heck this girl had heard of such things. \"I can't say what's going to happen, but I can at least guarantee it won't be that.\"\n\n\"Allright. Cool.\" She leaned over onto his shoulder. \"I know you wouldn't sell me anyway. Even if that's what you were hired to do, you'd turn on your employers and there'd be a big gun battle and I'd help you shoot all of 'em and then we'd take the money and drive off to Mexico.\"\n\n\"Do you just sit around watching movies all day?\" he asked.\n\n\"Not ALL day,\" she said snickering.\n\nHe finished off the cow juice and burped. \"Actually, I got some news you may not like. About seventy miles from here we cross the state line. That means there'll be cops.\"\n\n\"I won't say anything,\" Ashleigh promised.\n\n\"That's moot. They're gonna know something's off if they see you at all. Nothing about me says 'parent'. We're even different species. Naw, the only way we're getting through is with you in the trunk.\"\n\nAshleigh squeaked.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but-\"\n\nShe cut him off. \"Don't be! I'm going in the trunk!? That kicks ASS! That is sooooo very action movie! I want the full kidnapping experience! Toss me in there and lock the lid!\" She wriggled happily and ground her thighs together.\n\n\"You are weird,\" he said affectionately.\n\n\"I just dig adventure,\" she retorted, and licked his muzzle.\n\n\"There is one more thing, and I have no idea how you'll take it.\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"There's probably not going to be another motel or restaurant for miles once we get going. That means nowhere to stop for a bathroom break.\"\n\n\"Couldn't I just knock on the trunk lid if I need to go?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"The car's a mile long and the engine's noisy. It's doubtful I'd hear it. So, to solve the problem, I picked up these...\"\n\nHe reached into the grocery bag and pulled out a small sack of big-kid bedwetter diapers.\n\nAshleigh showed fear for the first time. \"No way!!!\"\n\n\n*****\n\n\nTwenty minutes later she was playing with her video game in the trunk of Gibson's car with a diaper around her tush.\n\nHe'd put on a bit of a tough guy act to persuade her into them. She'd resisted at first, but finally caved in when he threatened to gag her with his underpants. She didn't mind the idea so much, except she knew she'd drool all over them after a few miles and that'd be even grosser than getting diapered.\n\nSurprisingly though, they were very comfortable and Gibson had made up for them by giving her some very special attention when he put them on her. The first fluid to soak them was not pee.\n\nAlso, the trunk was actually quite comfy. Gibson had stolen a motel pillow for her to rest her head on. And it wasn't as much of an oven as she'd worried, mostly due to her lying down with the cooler on one side and the half-empty bag of ice on the other. The tiny rusted-out holes in the trunk's sides added ventilation too.\n\nAshleigh wasn't bored. Gibson had told her the approximate time it'd take to reach their destination and her game's battery life was much longer than that. She had plenty of snacks to try. There were sodas in the cooler. Plus Gibson had bought himself a few beers and Ashleigh was internally debating whether or not to steal one.\n\nPlus, even though her hands were still bound, she could easily reach into the diaper whenever she liked and 'keep herself amused'.\n\nAfter a few hours that didn't seem long at all, Ashleigh felt the car slow to a stop. Other cars were idling nearby. 'We must be at the state line.' She wondered if her parents had put out an alert for her, and if the cops were searching all the cars. She turned off her game to keep quiet. She imagined the trunk opening up and seeing the face of some border patrol officer. She imagined poor Gibson being hit with nightsticks and thrown in the back of a policecar. After all they'd been through, that was the last thing she wanted.\n\nAshleigh kept silent as Gibson's car inched forward. After a length of time that felt longer than the previous hours of travel, she heard a voice outside the car. 'The fuzz!' she thought. She could hear her own heartbeat.\n\nGibson said something to the cop, then the cop said something back. They chatted a bit, then Ashleigh let out the breath she'd been holding when she heard the cop laugh. A moment later, the engine revved and Gibson drove on. Soon they were back at travel speed.\n\n'Safe!' Ashleigh thought.\n\nThen she felt her brain boggle at the idea that keeping the police from discovering she'd been kidnapped equaled safety in her mind.\n\nShe turned her game back on and reached for some gummi worms.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nThe car stopped. Ashleigh heard footsteps. She yelped as an inferno blast of bright sunlight hit her in the face.\n\n\"Sorry about that,\" Gibson said. \"Shut your game-thing off and hop on out, little girl.\"\n\n\"Lemme save first!\" She quickly did. \"I'm still tied up,\" she reminded him.\n\n\"Right.\" As Ashleigh set her game aside, Gibson reached into the trunk and slid his strong hands under her thighs and shoulders. She felt her heart flutter at how easily he lifted her up. No effort at all.\n\nShe looked around. Gibson had parked by the side of the road, which seemed to stretch on towards infinity in either direction. There were no other cars out here. No buildings, not even any litter. Just sand for miles and red mountains in the distance. It was easy to believe they were the only people on the planet.\n\nGibson let her down gently so she was standing, still bound, on the sand. She winced a bit at how hot it was. \"You're wet,\" he noticed.\n\nAshleigh tossed her hair and fine droplets flew in a halo. \"Yeah, after a while I was getting hot so I put ice cubes on me and let 'em melt.\"\n\n\"No, I mean...\" He reached down low to cup her diapered crotch in his paw. \"...you're wet.\"\n\nShe shrugged her shoulders shyly. \"Yeah. Um...\"\n\n\"Nothing to worry about. It's what they're for and I don't mind...\" He knelt down and took in a long, slow inhale.\n\n\"Are you getting off on my pee?\" She said with a giggle.\n\n\"Smells good.\"\n\nShe wriggled at how kinky that was. \"Gonna change me?\"\n\n\"Sure. We just need a flat surface.\" Gibson reached deep in the trunk and retrieved a rolled-up battered beach blanket. It was covered in cigarette burns like a pattern of polka dots. Gibson unfurled it and laid it on the highway over the double yellow line.\n\nAshleigh's eyes went wide. \"You're kidding!\"\n\nHe turned and grinned at her. \"I thought you liked risk?\"\n\nA wave of unthinking lust rushed through her and she bounced over to him.\n\n\"Let's get these ropes off so you don't have to keep hopping like a bunny.\" He helped her lie down on the blanket, then reached in his jeans pocket. He had the knife out and the ropes cut so fast it was a blur. Ashleigh felt her pussy tingle.\n\nShe rubbed her wrists, then stretched out spread-eagle. She murrrrred at how good it felt to stretch.\n\nThe coyote put the knife aside, then got down on all fours with his face an inch from Ashleigh's groin. He inhaled deeply. He mashed his nose into the diaper, wanting every molecule of scent for his own. Little fox girl pee...\n\nShe bit her lip, giggling at how much he looked like a burrowing puppy. She couldn't believe her piss turned him on so much.\n\n\"Right. Lets get these off now.\" Gibson pulled the diaper past her legs and paws, then stuffed it in his jacket pocket.\n\nAshleigh noticed but didn't say anything (although her cheeks turned red). She shivered at how Gibson was staring at her little pussy. \"So, are you gonna eat me again, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?\"\n\n\"I'm a coyote. Get it straight. Wolves might eat, but coyotes prefer to fuck.\"\n\nShe sat up eagerly. \"Really?\"\n\n\"If you want to,\" he said, and kissed her nose.\n\n\"Hell yeah!\" She laid back down and thrust her mound at him shamelessly.\n\n\"Not this way. If I got on top I'd squish you.\" He unzipped and started struggling his jeans down. \"Here; roll over.\" Ashleigh did and he took her place. \"Now you get on top. Ride me like a cowgirl.\"\n\n\"Get it straight; I'm not a cow, I'm a vixen!\" she said with a laugh and a raspberry. He laughed too and pulled her in close for a kiss.\n\nHer muzzle felt so tiny against his. She could feel his big grownup tongue pressing against hers. Her heart sped up. It felt amazing to feel so wanted.\n\nStill holding onto her, Gibson reached in his other pocket and pulled out a half-used tube of lube he'd been saving. Figuring there was no better use for it, he squeezed out the entire thing over his erection.\n\nAshleigh backed up until she felt something hard and slippery hit her right between the thighs. She 'Eep!'ed, then moaned and rubbed herself up and down on it. Gibson groaned deep in the back of his throat.\n\nAshleigh took hold of his shoulders and positioned herself above it. She could feel the tip knocking at her front door. She was breathing hard. \"I can't believe I'm gonna do this... I'm gonna let you take my virginity, out here in the open, in the middle of the road!!\"\n\nHe caressed her cheek reassuringly. \"I got sharp ears. I'll hear if someone's coming and we can duck behind the car quick. I don't think anyone will though. After we crossed the state line, I looked at the dash clock and said to myself that, once we got out into the open, if an hour went by without me seeing another driver, I'd pull over and do this. I saw a few other cars at first, which pissed me off, but then eventually no one.\" He brought his paw down to lightly brush his fingers over her chestfur. \"I kept watching the numbers go by on that clock, thinking of you in the trunk, getting hornier by the second...\"\n\nAshleigh looked back over her shoulders at the grey line of road stretching off to the horizon. She imagined him driving all that way with his big cock pressing against the inside of his pants. Wanting to get out. Wanting to get in her...\n\nShe took hold of his arm in one hand and reached for the other. \"Keep me steady.\" They both grasped one another's forearms. Ashleigh gulped and started to lower herself. Gibson's cock began to part her labia. She felt herself stretch to let it inside. She was panting. Her mind was in a whirl trying to deal with the influx of pleasure, pain, fear and excitement.\n\nGibson shut his eyes tight and held on to the incredible little fox who was willingly spearing herself on him. His whole body trembled with the exertion of keeping himself from just plunging it into her like a meat thermometer. 'No,' he told himself, 'Keep it slow for now; speed up at her pace.'\n\nAshleigh kept easing herself down, wondering when it would ever be all inside. She'd played with a lot of stuff in her cunt before, but this was the bigtime. The real deal. She'd never dared put anything this size inside her before. Her body rebelled, telling her it was too much. Her brain told her to take the pain and go for it; the rewards would outweigh any initial discomfort.\n\nAshleigh let go of Gibson's arms and slammed down onto his lap.\n\nHer eyes teared up. A high-pitched whine came from her throat. It felt like she'd shattered everything down there.\n\nGibson took her paws in his. \"You okay?\"\n\nThe pain was scrambling her brains. It felt like bees and lightning were fighting in her uterus. \"I'll be okay...\"\n\nShe held Gibson's paws tightly in hers and concentrated on her heartbeat, away from the pain. She took deep breaths and let it pass. Slowly, it subsided. There was still an ache, but also an incomparable feeling of fullness. She knew she'd made the right decision. She opened her eyes and looked at Gibson with a smile. \"It feels good now.\"\n\n\"I'm not surprised it stung a bit. You took it hard, girl! I swear I felt it bonk into your cervix!\"\n\nShe laughed. \"It's probably somewhere halfway up my ribcage right now!\"\n\nHe laughed too. \"I'm not THAT long.\"\n\nAshleigh hesitantly swiveled a little on it. \"It feels better now. Like my guts are getting used to it being in there.\"\n\n\"Good. I'm horny as fuck, but I know you're the first priority. I don't want to hurt you.\"\n\n\"You won't,\" she said. \"I'll be careful. Not *too* careful though. A sore pussy's gonna be worth it!\"\n\nHe chuckled at her spirit. \"You set the pace then. I'm fine with lying here and enjoying the ride. Your little muffin's tight as a jar lid!\"\n\n\"Thanks for putting that lube on. It probably woulda killed me otherwise!\" She grinned at him and twisted her hips. She loved the look on his face when she did that. She liked being on top. She felt powerful. A skinny little girl totally owning a big mean kidnapper out in the middle of nowhere! She felt her heart start to rev up again and she pushed herself down hard on his cock.\n\nGibson gasped. He took hold of her arms again. He pushed up with his hips. Ashleigh started rocking back and forth, moving it around inside her. Getting used to it. Starting to want more of it.\n\nThe afternoon sun beat down on them, making them both sweat. Ashleigh could smell his coyote musk, the leather of his jacket and the dirt on his clothes. She could even smell a bit of her own pee. Normally she'd wrinkle her nose at such smells. But right now, she liked them. They were dirty smells and they made her feel dirty. But not in a bad way. In a *free* way. Like she didn't have to give a shit if she was a bad little girl screwing a big mean kidnapper. It felt damn good. Nothing else mattered. Her normal life didn't matter, the road didn't matter, the world didn't matter. All that stuff was insignificant next to her need to cum real hard on this awesome cock that was plowing into her like a semi doing seventy.\n\nAshleigh was bouncing. Gibson was sure he was hitting her cervix now. Her cunt held him like a tight fist. She was incredible. He'd give back all the money if it meant spending one more day with her. Hell, he'd sell everything he owned for one more hour. This girl was a miracle. The best thing that had ever come into his life. 'And now I'm gonna come into her,' he thought, and was almost ashamed of himself for the pun.\n\nHer cunt was on fire. Ashleigh was starting to get loud; whimpering, moaning and barking. She muttered what might have been prayers or might have been swear words. Her eyes were shut tight. She could feel the sun's warmth on her face and eyelids. Gibson's hands holding her arms were so gentle, yet strong like steel. His cock was a column of molten iron. Her pussy was a metal forge. She imagined sparks flying inside her. She imagined herself full of white hot liquid metal. She imagined herself melting to nothing in that intense heat and welcoming it.\n\nGibson wanted to hold back and let her cum first. But biology was biology. His whole body tensed, trying to hold it off. But it was impossible anymore. Ashleigh's cunt was heaven, and he was about to blast the gates off the hinges.\n\nThe young vixen screamed when his cum shot inside her. The sound rang out for miles through the empty desert air. In her mind, she saw her metal forge being blasted with a firehose. She felt like her guts were exploding. Her brain short-circuited. Pleasure overloaded and consumed her.\n\nShe fell in a quivering wreck onto Gibson's chest. Both of them were panting loudly. He could feel her hot little breaths on his cheek. He thanked her a dozen times with little kisses on her lips and nose. He ran his paw up and down her back. He held her close, massaging her tailbase, and feeling his cum leak out from where the two of them joined.\n\nHe nuzzled her. \"Good girl,\" he whispered. \"_Very_ good girl...\"\n\nShe couldn't make her mind form words. She whimpered an approximation of 'thank you' and hugged him back. She kissed inside his ear. She rested her head on his and felt their sweat run together.\n\nThey stayed like that in a half-awake realm of bliss for what felt like hours. They could feel each other's hearts beating atop one another.\n\n\n*****\n\n\n\"CAR!!!\" Ashleigh screamed.\n\nGibson's pants were halfway to his ankles, yet he still managed to leap to his feet, scoop the little vixen into his arms and run like hell. He dove behind his car and the two of them rolled into a ball in the dust.\n\nA few moments later a pickup truck sped by. If the driver noticed them, he didn't show it by slowing down any.\n\nAshleigh and Gibson looked down at one another, tangled in a heap of limbs and tails, and laughed their asses off.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nThe blanket had a fresh tire track to go with its cigarette burns now. Gibson stuffed it back in the trunk, then popped a beer and drained half of it in a single gulp. Ashleigh asked to try a sip. He shrugged and obliged. She quickly spat it out and rinsed her tongue off with an ice cube. He said the taste wasn't why people drank it.\n\nHe toted the cooler and the dwindled bag of snacks to the front seat and Ashleigh put her stuff in the back. Gibson finished his beer and left the others for another time. One was plenty; he still had a few more hours of driving to go. He planted the empty can in the sand by the side of the road, then signed his name with a finger. Ashleigh signed too, then added: 'WE TOTALLY FUCKED HERE!' and a few hearts.\n\nAshleigh bounced into the passenger seat. Gibson started the car and put some rock on the radio. They headed off down the road again for what Gibson said was the home stretch of their journey.\n\nAlong the way he dove into the snacks and they finished off the last of the soda. They talked about plenty of things. Ashleigh asked him all about his past and he was happy to tell her stories of travel, hard labor, people he'd met, running from cops, and occasional moments of triumph. Ashleigh felt a little ashamed to have lived such a life of absolute comfort compared to him. Gibson told her not to worry. He told her childhood ought to be cushy. That people ought to have a few short years of happiness before life kicks in and starts kicking their ass.\n\nTwenty miles later, Gibson got serious. \"Allright. We just passed the 85 marker. My instructions said I have to blindfold you now. That okay?\"\n\nAshleigh nodded. She sat up obediently and awaited it.\n\nGibson pulled to the shoulder. He popped the glove compartment and rustled around until he found a navy blue bandanna. He rolled it into a blindfold with practiced ease. Ashleigh cooed as she felt the soft fabric pulled gently across her eyes. He tied it in the back tight enough to stay put but still comfortable. \"Can you see anything?\" he asked.\n\n\"Some light around the edges.\"\n\n\"That's fine. Just so long as you can't see the address. We're nearly there.\"\n\nAshleigh reached out and, after a few tries, found Gibson's paw. She curled her fingers around his. She squeezed, saying wordlessly, 'I trust you whatever happens.'\n\nGibson turned the key in the ignition again and they drove on.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nAshleigh counted eight and a half more songs on the radio before the car stopped again. By now she was hearing sounds of civilization. Plus she could feel the road change under the tires: smoother now and better maintained.\n\nGibson said he'd stopped to tie her wrists again. He said they were just outside their destination. His employer was inside, and he might not take kindly to the idea that Gibson had been so cordial with his captive. As he gently bound her paws, the coyote advised Ashleigh to look scared when she got out of the car. Considering how scared he sounded of this mysterious employer, Ashleigh didn't think she'd have to fake any fear.\n\nThe car pulled forward slowly, then stopped. Gibson honked once. A moment later, Ashleigh heard a gate open. The car advanced again. To Ashleigh, it seemed to crawl.\n\nGibson braked. \"This is it,\" he whispered to her.\n\nShe heard him get out, then exchange formal hellos with someone. She heard two pairs of footsteps walk over to her door.\n\nFrom outside, a raspy metallic voice said, \"She seems to be in good condition.\"\n\nA shiver went down her spine. There was no life in that voice. It reminded her of when people who smoked too much would lose their voice boxes and have to use an electronic one.\n\nShe heard the door open and then felt Gibson's paw on her arm. His touch was a small comfort. Scared for real now, she let him lead her. She got out and Gibson walked her a few steps away. She stood there with her tail between her legs. She jumped when the car door slammed behind her.\n\n\"There's a problem though,\" said the electronic voice man. \"We can't get the money.\"\n\n\"What!?\" Gibson barked. \"I've spent almost a full day on the road dodging cops! I was promised-\"\n\n\"Calm down, calm down. You'll get your payment. But Mr. Waterbuck was uncooperative. This venture has gone belly up. The smart thing now is for the both of us to part ways.\" The unknown man snapped his fingers and Ashleigh heard a third set of footsteps. Very precise ones. She guessed it was a henchman. \"Here is your money.\"\n\nShe heard Gibson reach for it, but the precise man stepped away.\n\n\"Not yet,\" said the unknown man. \"Since I'm losing money on this job, I'm going to have to require one additional service from you.\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Gibson asked warily.\n\n\"Disposal of unnecessary assets,\" the unknown man said.\n\nAshleigh's blood froze.\n\n\"No,\" Gibson said firmly.\n\n\"I gave you a gun, and now it is time for you to use it.\"\n\n\"NO!\"\n\n\"Be reasonable. You took this job for the money. The money is right here. All you need to do in order for me to place it in your hands is one more simple task. One finger's worth of work. That's not too much to ask, is it?\"\n\nThere was a long silence. Ashleigh was trembling. Daddy had refused to pay the ransom and now these men were going to kill her. They'd probably dump her in the desert and she'd get eaten by buzzards.\n\n'No!' she forcefully told herself. 'Gibson's got the gun. He won't do it! He'll shoot them first and we'll get away. I know we will!'\n\nShe felt a paw on her shoulder. \"Kneel down, little girl,\" Gibson said.\n\nOn shaking legs, she knelt. She heard his jacket rustle, heard a click of metal, then felt the perfect circle of the gun barrel touch the back of her head. She flinched.\n\n\"Continue,\" said the unknown man.\n\nAshleigh was quaking like a leaf. She felt a soft, gentle paw comfortingly caress her headfur. \"This'll all be over in a second,\" Gibson whispered to her.\n\nHer heart was already racing, but his touch made it beat faster. He wouldn't really shoot her, would he? Would he? There was still time. He could be waiting to make his move. Ambush the unknown man and his toady, grab the money and escape with her. Or maybe he really was going to shoot her. Maybe he just wanted the money after all. Or maybe there were more men here than just the ones she could hear. Maybe they all had guns, and Gibson knew there was no other way out. Maybe he knew he'd have to shoot her to spare her from a worse fate.\n\nAshleigh thought about the gun. Shiny silver perfection. She thought about her and Gibson in the motel room; him doing those amazing things to her with his tongue while she sucked on the gun and wished it was his cock. She thought of seeing it in his hands when he'd caught her behind the gas station peeing. She thought of waking up last night and seeing it right in front of her eyes.\n\nThere were worse ways to go than to have such a beautiful silver instrument of death take her life.\n\nKnowing Gibson's finger was the one on the trigger made it even better. She knew this wasn't about money. He loved her. She knew in a few seconds she would hear a gunshot. Either she would fall or the unknown man would. But whatever Gibson was planning, she knew in her heart he'd do what he thought was best for her.\n\nShe thought about the handsome outlaw coyote and her heart sped up faster. It felt like it was trying to burst from her chest and fly away. She rubbed her head against the gun muzzle. Feeling it there was starting to turn her on. She was scared nearly senseless, yes, but if these were her last moments, what a way to go! Her last hours had been the most exciting of her whole life! What could she do to ever top this?\n\nThis was a fitting end, she realized. After that incredible moment on the highway when Gibson had shot his cum in her cunny, nothing could be more intense. Nothing but a bullet through the brain. She thought of his cum blasting deep inside of her. She thought of the gun firing, the bullet travelling down the barrel, punching its way into her skull, and splattering her all over the concrete. Her head would *explode*! The ultimate rush! The ultimate climax!\n\nShe remembered a moment from school when her teacher had said that the word 'ultimate' actually meant 'the last ever'. How perfect.\n\nShe could feel her pussy getting moist. Her legs trembled. Her stomach fluttered. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like her ribs were a door and someone was pounding to get in. That perfect sexy metal circle was kissing the back of her head and she knew any second now she'd be deafened by the sound of a shot, and there was no telling who it'd be aimed at.\n\nPOW!!!\n\n\n*****\n\n\nAshleigh fell limply forward. For an instant, her senses were completely whited out by pleasure.\n\n\n*****\n\n\nThen a man's arms were picking her up and gently shaking her. \"Ashleigh? Ashleigh darling?\"\n\n\"...What? Did I die?\"\n\nFingers pulled away her blindfold.\n\nGibson? No, it wasn't!\n\nIt was impossible!\n\n\"DADDY!?\"\n\nJackson Waterbuck Jr. scooped his daughter up into a hug and spun her around. \"Happy birthday, sweetheart!!\"\n\nHer world swirled. Ashleigh was completely lost in confusion. Her father put her back on her feet and she stumbled a few steps. What was going on!?\n\nShe saw her Daddy; 'fat as a full moon' like he always said, grinning at her devilishly. He had on his favorite white cowboy hat, a half-open Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks. He had a megaphone-like device in his hand, a voice-changer, which he tossed aside. Beside him was Gibson, looking frazzled but smiling also.\n\nThings didn't click for Ashleigh until she realized where she was. They were standing in the driveway in front of a sprawling house. Gleaming white walls and terracotta roof tiles.\n\n\"This is our summer place!!\" she burst out. \"Wait a minute! Are you... Did.. Daddy, did YOU do all this!?\"\n\nHe laughed heartily and started untying her wrists. \"All for you, Ashleigh! The whole thing! The kidnapping, the blindfold, the bit with the gun, everything! You wouldn't believe how long I was planning this or what it cost me.\"\n\n\"But it's not my birthday! Not for another two weeks!\" she said.\n\n\"Well, I figured you'd get suspicious if it was right on the date.\"\n\nAshleigh staggered. She held her head in her paws, trying to comprehend all this. \"WHY, Daddy!?\"\n\nHe knelt down and hugged her. \"Because you're my little adrenaline junkie, sweetie. I knew you'd like it. You think I don't know my own daughter? I'd see the jazzed-up look on your face whenever you tried a new sport, then watch your enthusiasm drain out as you mastered it and the thrill went away. Plus I remember how antsy you got when you were a little pup and we watched that kidnapping movie. How you wouldn't stop yapping about it for months afterward. I can put dots together.\"\n\nShe blushed hard and hugged him back. \"You're amazing.\"\n\nMr. Waterbuck stood back up with a grunt, then clapped Gibson on the back. \"I went through about forty applicants before I found Mr. Scheider here.\"\n\n\"Scheider!?\" Ashleigh said. \"You said your name was Gibson!\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"I actually wasn't told not to tell you my real name. I just chose not to because, well... Gibson sounded better.\"\n\n\"Okay. I'll keep calling you that if you want.\"\n\n\"Fine by me.\"\n\nMr. Waterbuck nodded approvingly. \"I'd thought about hiring an actor, but I knew you'd see through that,\" he told Ashleigh. \"I got in touch with some people who know... less than legal individuals, heh, and I basically did a casting call. I put out word of what the job paid but not what it was. One by one, I had Dennings-\" Here he pointed out a tall, thin beagle standing nearby, whom Ashleigh recognized as the man with the precise footsteps, \"-interview each one and tell them it was a straight kidnapping. I watched from a mirrored booth. I was looking for someone who'd refuse. Someone who I could trust not to hurt you.\"\n\nDennings looked bored by this whole affair. \"Am I relieved?\"\n\nMr. Waterbuck nodded and made a shooing motion. The beagle briskly left.\n\n\"By the way...\" Gibson said to Ashleigh. He held up the gun. \"Your dad really did give this to me. It's a specially-made cap gun.\"\n\nShe blinked. \"No way.\"\n\nThe coyote pointed it at the ground and pulled the trigger. The sound that had seemed earth-shatteringly loud when it was an inch from her head now came out as a weak little 'pop'. Ashleigh couldn't believe it.\n\nHe laughed. \"You think I'd actually let you play around with a real, loaded weapon!?\" he said.\n\nShe felt a bit foolish. \"I guess I shoulda known.\"\n\nMr. Waterbuck chuckled. \"Needless to say, your mother didn't approve of me setting up this little game for you. She threatened to divorce me a few times, but I knew she was just being theatrical. She's still pissed at me though! She's out behind the house screwing those two mouse poolboys again,\" he said with an amused sigh.\n\nAshleigh giggled.\n\nGibson raised an eyebrow. \"You don't seem too concerned about that, sir.\"\n\nHe guffawed. \"Naw! We're two passionate people, Mr. Gibson-if-you-prefer. I've seen my friends' marriages dissolve into shit because they try to force themselves to act against their biology. Me and my wife fuck around quite a bit. We're open with it, and it's all in fun. Hell, if anything it seems to keep her libido up!\" He gave the coyote a sly glint. \"Speaking of that, how was Ashleigh?\"\n\nGibson gulped hard and backed up a step, nearly toppling over the hood of his car.\n\n\"Daddy!!\" Ashleigh squealed in embarrassment.\n\nHis grin was a mile wide. \"I'm not stupid! You think I can't hear you in your bedroom yowlin' up a storm every night?\"\n\nShe blushed fire-hydrant red.\n\nHe tussled her hair. \"You're not a little girl anymore. You've got urges, and it's natural that you're exploring them now. You think I can't smell it when you come downstairs right after you have, uh, playtime with yourself?\"\n\nShe winced. \"I thought I cleaned up well enough.\"\n\nThe plump fox tapped his muzzle. \"I know what girls smell like when they're 'in the mood'. I knew damn well this little adventure would get you hornier than a two-headed rhino with four dicks. That car of yours, Mr. Gibson, smells like you two have been up to naughty business the whole time you've been on the road!\"\n\nThe coyote fidgeted and rubbed the back of his head. \"Um, well, sir, to be perfectly honest, that's not inaccurate.\"\n\nThe big fox guffawed again. \"Don't be ashamed, either of you!\" He gave Ashleigh a bashful grin. \"I hope it won't embarrass you too much, darling, but I've pawed off at this whole idea a few times myself.\"\n\n\"Was this all a big scheme to get you and me to yiff?\" she huffed.\n\n\"No, no! This really was all for you, I promise. Although...\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"You're a terrible, terrible Daddy,\" she teased. Then she pulled up her skirt and flashed her lack of panties at him.\n\nHis eyes got big and he made a rather comical noise of surprise.\n\nAshleigh pretended to be outraged. \"My daddy's a horrible perv! Setting me up on a sexy adventure, all so he'd get me to agree to fuck him!\" She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. \"You coulda just asked.\"\n\n\"This way was more fun; true or false?\"\n\nShe giggled and jumped on him in a hug. \"True!\" She kissed his cheek. \"Well, okay. I guess I don't mind getting yiffy with my big roly-poly poppa. But on one condition!\"\n\nHe nuzzled noses with her. \"Anything, darling.\"\n\nAshleigh turned to Gibson and gave him a dazzlingly bright smile. \"You've gotta agree to hire Mr. Gibson on as my personal bodyguard!\"\n\nThe coyote was happily stunned. \"...Really?\"\n\n\"Done!\" said Daddy. \"He seems to have done a fine job of keeping you safe and happy.\"\n\n\"I dunno... He did lock me in the trunk for a few hours,\" she said, tail wagging.\n\nMr. Waterbuck arched an angry eyebrow at Gibson.\n\n\"She agreed to! And I made sure she was cool and comfortable the whole time!\" he insisted.\n\nThe fox waved Gibson's worries away. \"I'm just messin' with you! That sounds like exactly the sort of monkeyshines Ashleigh always gets up to. We found her stuck in the washing machine once!\"\n\nAshleigh giggled.\n\n\"I imagine you're pretty hot from driving all this long way, Mr. Gibson,\" Mr. Waterbuck said. \"The pool's nice and cold. Come on out back with us.\"\n\nGibson glanced at his leather jacket. \"I'm not exactly dressed for it, sir.\"\n\nAshleigh pulled her shirt off. \"I forgot to mention; we don't tend to wear much clothes at our summer place.\"\n\nMr. Waterbuck nodded, \"And quit calling me sir! Makes me feel old.\"\n\nGibson slipped out of his jacket and tossed it in the backseat. As he pulled his jeans down too, he smiled at Ashleigh giving her daddy another huge hug. He figured if this family were so open about nudity and sex already, it wasn't much of a stretch to see why she'd agreed so easily to being openly incestuous with her father. 'That's actually kinda hot,' he thought to himself, and was curious if they'd let him watch sometime.\n\nDown to his shirt and underpants, Gibson came over and tickled Ashleigh's ear. \"You sure you want me around for good?\"\n\nShe looked up to him with loving certainty in her eyes and smile. \"Sure! I can't remember the last time I had so much fun! You were wonderful! I still can't believe how well you hid all those secrets about Daddy and the gun. I never guessed!\" She hugged him and nuzzled her little moist nose under his shirt to tickle his tummy. \"Plus, you gave me a ton of great orgasms!\" she whispered.\n\nMr. Waterbuck heard nevertheless and smiled. \"Oh Mr. Gibson! I have another proposal, if you don't mind? If you're as skilled as my daughter thinks you are, and you can fuck my wife so good she'll forgive me, I'll double what I agreed to pay you.\"\n\nGibson nearly had a heart attack.\n\n\n*****\n\n-EPILOGUE-\n\nFrom then on, the coyote now permanently known as Gibson, became Jackson Waterbuck Jr.'s personal odd job man, in addition to his duties as Ashleigh's bodyguard. She was more than happy to accompany him on errands. Soon she was learning all sorts of things her private school would never dare teach her. She worked hard, learning the ins and outs of a dozen different manual skills (not all of them strictly legal). Every summer, Gibson would 'kidnap' her again and they'd spend a few days driving all over the country from one insane adventure to the next. She'd usually arrive at Daddy's summer place bruised, dripping with sweat, exhausted, and effervescently happy. Over the years she broke a few bones and even lost a permanent tooth, but Mr. Waterbuck was awed to see his daughter growing up into such a strong, fearless woman.\n\nTwelve years later, Ashleigh was filling the tank of her fully-restored muscle car at a truck stop somewhere in the middle of who-the-fuck cared. She'd been driving for eight hours straight and was glad for the chance to get out and stretch her legs. She and Gibson had a briefcase full of Daddy's bearer bonds they had to deliver to Montana by midnight. She thought they'd make it with time to spare even if they took a moment to pull off somewhere and screw semi-publicly.\n\nGibson was inside the glass-walled diner, ordering takeout for them both. She caught his eye at the register and he smiled to her.\n\nThen his expression changed. She saw his eyes fill with fear.\n\nA half-second later she felt a knife at her throat. \"Give me all your money,\" a desperate voice hissed.\n\nAshleigh smiled. With a glance, she conveyed to Gibson; 'Stay put. I got this.'\n\n\"I've got a better idea...\" she said to the man with the knife.\n\nA half-second later he was on the ground, speechless with agony, clutching his crotch and wondering if the vixen had driven his balls up into his lungs.\n\nShe tapped her boot heel on the concrete. Then with a grin, pulled a shining silver handgun from her jeans pocket.\n\n\"...How about you give me all of *your* money?\"\n\n\n\nTHE END\nfor now...\n\n\n\n\n*****\nAUTHOR'S NOTES\n\nI would like to thank Mîtley Crüe for their song Kick-Start My Heart, which I kept in mind the whole time I was writing this. It had exactly the feel I wanted in the story. I tried as much as I could to write this like an action film. Gratitude also goes to the movie Shoot 'Em Up, which reminded me of the song, plus Ace Of Spades by Motorhead and Joker And The Thief by Wolfmother, both of which are also on its awesome soundtrack.\n\nThanks go, once again, to Alfador Fox and Poe the Ether Bunny for invaluable proofreading assistance. ^__^\n\nAcknowledgement also goes to some anonymous porn author on the internet for the phrase \"moist musky muffin\", which I liked too much to not steal.\n\n\n\n\"Road Trip\"\nStarted 3/28/11, Finished 4/3/11, Editing completed 5/1/11\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "ROAD TRIP
by Alex Reynard


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It's not often you wake up to the sight of a gleaming silver gun barrel pointed between your eyes.

Technically, Ashleigh Waterbuck had woken up a few seconds before, when the rock crashed through her bedroom window. But the coyote in the black jacket had jumped through and had the gun out so fast, it felt pretty much instantaneous to her.

For a few moments, both were frozen.

The moonlight made everything in the large bedroom blue. One look at the room told you Ashleigh's daddy was rich. So rich that 'rich' as a word became inappropriate. Ashleigh's  bed was bigger than some people's pools. Ashleigh herself was dressed in a $900 silk nightgown, surrounded by so many stuffed animals, the young vixen was nearly indistinguishable amongst them.

The coyote on the other hand, gave off an air of the desperation borne from poverty. Not the same as a homeless person, but the look and clothing of a man who has scraped by for years on constant travel and odd, hard jobs. His gun was the cleanest, most expensive thing on him.

"I'm being ransomed, aren't I?" Ashleigh finally asked, matter-of-factly.

The coyote cocked his head slightly. "That's about right."

She smiled, which surprised him. She sat up in bed, looking between him and the silver gun as she talked. "Not surprising, really. Daddy's got all those restaurants and a couple bazillion dollars, so I always kinda figured something like this'd happen to me one day. Your gun looks cool."

The coyote made a 'hm' sound. "You're not scared."

She shook her head. "Should I be?"

"No. It makes things easier for me. Panicked people don't listen very well."

The vixen nodded. "Gotcha. If you're wondering why I'm not scared, it's because I know two things. One; if this is a regular ransom, you're screwed shitless if you kill me before you get the money. And two; if this isn't a ransom, and you're planning to do something awful and gruesome to me, I can just scream my head off right now and Daddy's security forces will storm in here and make you into a carpet stain."

"What if I've already taken care of them?" he countered. "Seems like they would have heard a rock smashing your window *if* they were there to hear it."

This vexed Ashleigh for a moment. "Okay, let's say you did. But still, you said this was a ransom and if it is, it's in my best interest to go along with it until you get paid and let me go. Or until I find a way to escape."

"Two more things, little girl," the coyote said. "One: I didn't say this was a ransom. You did. And two: you aren't gonna escape from me."

She giggled.

The coyote narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you really this ballsy or are you just convincing yourself it's not really happening?"

"Oh, I know it's real. It's just, Daddy and Mommy taught me good about how to handle myself in a situation like this. We all knew it was a possibility, given Daddy's moolah. You're acting like a professional, so I will too. Plus, I like watchin' cop shows..." Here she leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, "...and I usually root for the bad guy to get away." Her grin and wagging tail clearly showed how excited she was.

"Fine by me if you're on board with this. Come on, little girl. It's not like I have all night."

Ashleigh jumped up out of bed. "Can I bring some stuff if I'm gonna be kidnapped for a long time?"

The coyote growled in frustration. He figured it was quicker to agree than to stand here arguing. "ONE change of clothes, ONE toy and ONE doll or stuffed animal or whatever. No phone, no laptop, no anything that you could contact anyone else with. You have thirty seconds."

"Fair enough!" she said and began zooming around the room.

Twenty-one seconds later she was ready. She had her clothes in a bag, a stuffed tiger under her arm, and a Tando CX case in her hand. "Do extra games count as more than one toy?"

A sigh. "I suppose not." He flicked the gun towards the window. "Allright now; out."

"There's a lot of glass and I don't have any shoes on."

"Yeah?"

"Piggyback?"

She grinned.

He sighed again.


*****


Five minutes later they were speeding down the highway and Ashleigh looked pleased as punch.

The coyote kept glancing away from the road just to marvel at her sheer fearlessness. "This really is all a game to you, isn't it?"

"Oh, I'm sure it's very serious to you. You look like you really need the money. And Dad's got oodles. So if you're nice to me, I'll help you get away. But if you're mean, I can be a real bitch!" she said proudly, flashing her tiny teeth.

"Bitch or not, I've got the gun," he said.

"I know, and it's soooo cool! It looks like pure silver. It looks like one of those wild west six-shooters, but BIG! Can I hold it?"

He gave her a look.

She looked away bashfully. "Worth a try."

The coyote sighed another of what would become an increasingly long number of sighs over the next nineteen hours.

The car went quiet except for the rhythmic thrum of the highway under the tires and the purr of the engine. The car was old; one of those big huge boatlike ones. Ashleigh's grampa had one like that, but it was white. This one was black, which seemed fitting. The interior was red. The seats creaked a little when she moved, and she had a feeling they were gonna get sticky when the sun came up.

The coyote's eyes were locked onto the road. Ashleigh got the message that he wanted to concentrate on driving for now. That was fine. She figured there'd be time for chitchat later. Daddy had always drilled into her that having more money than other people was no excuse for treating them as less worthy. She liked being polite anyway. At school, the other rich girls were such stuck-up cunts she wanted to pack them in a crate and ship them to some third-world sweatshop.

Ashleigh was tall for her age, thin enough to look frail, and more pretty than beautiful. Her fur and hair were sandy-orange, like a sunrise on a beach. Her eyes, Mommy said, were ocean-colored. She was still dressed in just her nightgown and panties. Next to the coyote, she looked as insubstantial as a handkerchief.

Her delicacy was in direct contrast to his impenetrable toughness. He was broad-shouldered but lean. Like a man who has worked long enough to build up muscle, but gone hungry long enough for it to not show much. His jeans looked like they'd been dragged behind a horse a few times. His leather jacket showed signs of tears and burns. His t-shirt was ripped at the neck and had a cartoon picture of an Arizona landscape.

"Are you taking me to Arizona?" she asked.

"...Maybe," he replied.

But his pause before he spoke and his brief glance of surprise told her she'd scored a bullseye. "I'm right, aren't I? I saw your shirt and guessed. If we are, I don't mind. We've got a summer place in Arizona. I like it there. It's hot but the scenery's great. Everything's red."

The coyote's lips moved like he wanted a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at the empty hole where the lighter had been. Ashleigh looked too. "I threw it out the window. I quit years ago and it kept reminding me," he explained.

"Good for you."

"Thanks." His lip made that move again. "When I get nervous, I want to smoke. You mentioning Arizona made me nervous. Because you're right; that's where we're going. The way it works is, I deliver you there, I get my money. I need my money. But I'm not stupid. I don't do work like this if it smells funny, and I keep wondering if somehow you were tipped off that this was going to happen."

"Oh, no," she insisted. "I just..." She looked down at her paws and blushed. "I just've kinda thought about this a lot. I saw a movie when I was little about a boy getting kidnapped, and I talked about it so much that Daddy and Mommy showed me a video about what I should do if that ever happened to me. It was scary, but it also sounded really exciting. I can't believe I'm really in an action movie right now!"

"Be cooperative and there won't *be* much action," he replied.

"You sure?" she asked, and here she turned and gave him a very foxy smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She stretched her arms above her head. "Only that I'm a helpless little virgin and you're a big mean man with a gun, and sometimes big mean men with guns do all sortsa bad stuff to helpless little virgins..."

The car swerved a little.

The coyote raised an eyebrow at her. Light from the highway lamps rolled across the car and over her slim body. Her nightie was sheer enough he could see she was wearing panties underneath and nothing else. He could even see two little brown dots on her chest.

The coyote licked his lips.

Ashleigh shivered, yet felt an odd little sense of triumph.

The coyote was staring at her and chewing his bottom lip.

Not wanting him to crash into a guardrail, she changed the subject. "Um, what should I call you? Obviously you're not gonna tell me your real name, but I gotta call you something."

He 'hmmm'ed. He looked ahead at the road and thought a bit. "Gibson." He chuckled like there was an in-joke behind it.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gibson. You probably know, but I'm Ashleigh Louise Waterbuck." She held out her paw.

He gave it a brief, efficient shake.

"...And I'm hungry."

"It's eleven freakin' p.m.!"

"Yeah, but I didn't eat much at dinner and I'm hungry and I'm probably going to have to pee soon anyway."

"Fine." He looked up ahead and saw a burger place. "Is there okay?"

She giggled. "That's one of Daddy's competitors! If he knew you took me there, he'd probably be more mad at you for that than kidnapping me!"

"Well, it's closest, and I'm in the shit anyway," he said as he put on his turn signal.


*****


The coyote parked as far from the entrance and the streetlamps as he could. He cut the engine and turned to Ashleigh. "Allright, we can't go in there with you looking like... this. You're gonna have to put on your other clothes. Go in the backseat if you want. I fixed the doors so they only open from the outside like on a cop car. Don't try to escape."

"Why would I?" she asked, in complete sincerity, as she crawled into the back.

As Ashleigh began to disrobe, Gibson kept both hands on the steering wheel, mostly to keep them away from his pants. He couldn't stop himself from looking in the rear view mirror though.

Ashleigh glanced slyly towards the mirror herself; quick enough to see his eyes without him seeing hers. Good. He was watching. She thought he might like a show.

She purred a tune as she slowly pulled the nightie over her head and tossed it onto the seat. She stretched a little, liking the feeling of being nearly nude in a stranger's car. She might have been afraid if Mr. Gibson seemed any more threatening. But he was clearly willing to be as polite with her as she was with him. She didn't sense any evil intent in him. Though he might be fun to play with if she could stir just a little bit up.

Gibson's pants zipper was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Taking her time, the little vixen pulled on her socks one by one and even wiggled her toes at him. She pulled up her gold skirt, letting him see her panties for as long as she could keep up the act that she didn't notice him spying. Next was her white blouse and burgundy jacket. "I'm all ready," she said.

"Good. This car's getting stuffy." Gibson got out of the car in a hurry and Ashleigh said a silent cheer to herself.

He opened her door and reached in to take her paw. "You stay in my sight the whole time, understood?"

She curled her tail around herself and gave him a shamelessly flirty smile. "Why? So I won't run away? Or because you just like looking at me?"

He gulped, but his nervousness went away quickly. "If you're okay with me looking..."

"I am," she said softly.

He nodded. "You're very pretty."

"Thank you," she said. She hopped out of the seat and gave him a hug. His leather jacket was softer than she'd expected. She took his paw in hers. "Lets go get something to eat."

She saw in his eyes that he'd thought of something dirty to reply to that, but had politely refrained.


*****


Gibson had been impressed with how much the little girl could cram in her mouth. She'd ordered the second-biggest burger on the menu and put it away like a snack. Ashleigh explained that she had a very hyperactive metabolism, which was how she kept so skinny. She said her Mommy let her eat pretty much anything she wanted, and often said how jealous she was. Ashleigh also said she kept her weight down through the lessons Daddy took her to, including tennis, archery and rock climbing.

This was not a girl to underestimate.

Right now she was slumped diagonally in the passenger seat, snoring away. They were about thirty-five miles from the restaurant. Gibson chuckled at how she seemed equally content sleeping in his rolling shitbox as in her big fluffy bed, which had probably cost more than the car had brand new.

He also noticed her skirt had ridden up considerably. A little more and he'd get to see her panties.

He stared ahead at the road for a while, then looked back down at her smoothly-furred young legs. He was surprised by himself tonight. He liked girls, sure, but so far not ones this young. But she was tall for her age. And definitely smart. After that little show in the backseat, he couldn't make himself believe he was taking advantage of some sweet innocent little angel.

Carefully, he reached out for the hem of her dress while keeping one hand on the wheel.

Slowly, slowly, he pulled it up.

Ashleigh continued to snore.

'Geez, kid sounds like an electric drill,' he thought.

His heartbeat sounded louder to him than the cars and semis in the other lane. He tugged up her skirt just a little more and was rewarded with a glimpse of soft pink fabric. The color of strawberry milkshakes. He tried to imagine what those cute little panties would feel like. What those cute little panties would *smell* like.

He took in a deep, deep breath and was sure he caught a whiff of her special odor. He could smell her clothes, her shampoo and her clean fur. And underneath, something else. Something he thought maybe he'd like to taste...

A flash of blue light violently derailed his train of thought. A cop in the rear view mirror. He put his hand back on the wheel and took a steadying deep breath. 'Nothing to worry about. I'm as close to the speed limit as anyone else and there's no way he can see the girl from this angle. I have nothing to worry about. If I give him every reason to ignore me, he will.'

And he did. In fact, the cop passed him a moment later going ten miles over the limit.

The coyote laughed a little. 'Unsurprising.'

He glanced back down to his snoozing passenger.

'Although maybe I'd better hold off on doing anything more with this little tease until at least I pull over...'


*****


Sometime after midnight he pulled into a tiny gas station. Ashleigh was still out like a light, so he did something he'd normally consider stupid and decided to leave her in the car while he pumped gas. He opened his door slowly and closed it as quietly as he could. Although he wasn't worried too much; a truck had blasted its goddamn air horn twice right behind them a few miles back.

Gibson gave the bored fat woman at the counter two twenties and went back to start pumping. He looked in the window and Ashleigh was still asleep. Good.

As he filled up the tank for the long day's drive ahead, he stared at the spinning numbers on the price indicator and thought about Ashleigh. This was indeed one of the strangest job's he'd ever agreed to take on. He'd never seen anyone so eager to be the victim of a crime before. It wasn't like his past was spotless, but he'd never done anything bad to kids. Breaking the law and acting immorally were two different things, he believed. He didn't steal from anyone worse off than he was, and he never fucked anyone over unless they showed clear intentions to fuck him over first. This job had seemed dubious at first, snatching a kid and carrying her across a hundred miles or so of desert, but it was turning into a vacation compared to some of the other shit he'd shoveled. Far better pay, too.

Plus there was no denying she was into this. Probably been so safe her whole life the idea of real danger thrilled her to no end. He was glad he'd been the one to take the job and not some of the assholes he'd known and even worked with in the past. Some of those fucks would have had her legs in the air five minutes after they'd gotten past the house gates. And they wouldn't have given a shit whether she was willing or not.

He thought about Paul Willie. He was a big bastard, and they'd worked together at a factory once; stuffing the walls full of wiring. At lunch one day, the guys had gotten around to telling jokes. Paul had gone one step further. Paul spun a true-life anecdote, about how he'd caught his wife cheating once and snapped her arm like a pencil. The other guys stopped laughing as Paul, chucking like Santa Claus, went on to tell how he'd forced his wife to let him fuck her twice before he'd agree to take her to the hospital. He'd been in mid-sentence when Gibson threw a five-pound toolbox into the side of his face. The next thing Paul knew, his throat was under Gibson's workboot and none of the other guys were moving to help him. Gibson had to give thanks to the factory security boys, as hauling his ass off Paul when they did had probably saved him from an attempted murder charge.

Gibson glanced back to the car and it took his brain a few seconds to register that Ashleigh was gone.

'SHIT!!! FUCK!!!' he screamed silently.

He went into blind panic for a few seconds before his brain kicked back in and forced him to focus. He felt like an idiot. The girl was smart. She'd obviously been playing nice the whole time just to get his guard down. Make him think she was cooperating, while the whole time she was waiting for a chance to escape. He was fucked sideways and upside down now.

"No," he told himself. "Calm yourself the hell down. You can handle this. She's only been gone a few seconds, a minute at most, and she can't be far."

He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, letting the smells come to him. It was hard to smell anything over the sour stink of gasoline, but he caught a whiff of her. That fur shampoo. It was just strong enough to rise above the gas fumes. "Shouldn't have showered, little girl."

He patted his pocket and felt the gun inside. He knew he couldn't shoot her, but he'd fire a warning shot if he had to. He had to get her back. For her sake as well as his; she was likely safer with him than at a gas station fifty miles from nowhere.

He left the nozzle in the tank as he walked around the car and traced her scent. She seemed to have gone around the back of the station. He kept low to avoid notice from the attendant. Behind the building was some tire racks, an air pump and the door to the restroom (He checked it: locked). Beyond that, an open lot and nothing for miles but the highway and the desert.

To the side of the building he saw some movement. A small row of bushes. He took the gun out and pointed it blindly. "Come out."

Immediately, two pointed ears popped up. "I'm not done yet!"

He blinked. "I said come out of there!!"

She hesitated a second more, then waddled out from behind the bush with her panties around her ankles. She looked rather sheepish. She was caught and she knew it.

"You told me you weren't going to try to escape."

"I never actually said that," she insisted with a pout. "Maybe I was, or maybe I just forgot to take a leak back at the hamburger place, huh?"

He sighed in frustration. "If you did, why didn't you just tell me!?"

She bent over to pull her panties up unhurriedly. "Maybe I wanted you to come catch me."

He strode across the asphalt and roughly grabbed her by the wrist. "Don't do that!! You nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack!"

She looked up at him with her big blue-green eyes. She was startled for a moment, but then looked playful again. "You're right. I was bad. I disobeyed. You really ought to punish me for that."

He sighed. "Look, I'll forgive you if you'll just get back in the car so we can get going."

She shook her head. The little vixen hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him towards the side of the building with her. "No, I insist. I almost gave you a heart attack, remember? I really ought to be punished somehow. You should do something bad to me."

His fear at losing her was changing into another kind of fear altogether. "There are a million cars going by right behind us," he said in a shaky voice

"It's too dark to see anything back here. Don't worry." She looked directly at the bulge in the front of his pants, then stroked one paw along the length of it.

Gibson's whole body spasmed for a second.

"I'm so bad," Ashleigh said in a matter-of-fact whisper. "I think I should really be punished hard." She began to pull his zipper down. "I think you really ought to do something rough and terrible to little me." She reached both of her slender paws into the waistband of his underpants. As he stared in petrified amazement, she took hold of his erect penis in both paws and pulled it out. He felt the night breeze hit it. "I think you ought to force this big thing right down my throat..."

His breathing was ragged. His heart was racing.

"I think you're right," he said

Unable to hold back anymore, he braced himself against the wall with one hand and cupped the back of Ashleigh's head in the other. He thrust forward and plunged his length straight into her wet little muzzle. She moaned and grabbed at his clothes, pulling herself closer.

The little vixen started blowing him like she'd been learning since birth. She was not gentle, and he did not care. She used her teeth as much as her tongue, chewing it like a tough sausage. Gibson was quaking with effort to keep himself from just slamming the whole thing all the way down her throat. He managed to keep himself in check though. It wasn't all in, but she was doing her best to take as much of it as she could. Those tiny little teeth were amazing.

With his free paw he roughly caressed her hair and soft ears. "You're a bad little bitch, aren't you?" he whispered low. "Running off like that just to tease me. I damn near jumped out of my skin. I need that money, remember? I got a big shiny gun in my pocket that says you're gonna do everything I say from now on, right?"

She nodded. Slurred from the coyote cock in her mouth, she managed to say, "Cah I shee it?"

"Sure can." He drew out the gun nice and slow. He pressed the cold metal to her cheek and she shivered all over. She yelped in undeniable pleasure and doubled her efforts on his cock. She pawed at her crotch with one hand and held her other over his as it held the gun to her cheek.

She pulled away for a second to take in a deep breath. She looked up at him, her face beaming with excitement and joy. "Big mean kidnapper."

"Who said your punishment was over?" he said with a smile. He shoved her roughly back onto his dick and she murred in pleasure.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!?"

Gibson's eyes went wide as headlights as he looked up and saw the gas station woman staring at them with murderous outrage. He'd miscalculated. She wasn't just fat, she was big. Big enough that she could probably beat the shit out of him. Which would probably happen in about two seconds.

Not knowing why, he suddenly came in Ashleigh's mouth.

"Oogmph!" she said as her muzzle filled with so much cream she nearly choked on it.

"RUN!!!" Gibson screamed at her.

Not bothering to wipe her lips off, the little vixen took off like a bullet from a gun. She sprinted past the huge angry woman on her left and Gibson sped by on her right. The woman was just confused enough to miss both when she grabbed at them.

Gibson's hand groped for keys in his pocket as his cock waggled in the breeze. Ashleigh made it to the car before him. He ran up to it and, had he not realized with a fraction of a second to spare that he'd left the gas pump in the tank, almost certainly would have tripped over the hose and bashed his snout into his skull on the concrete.

"YOU FILTHY SICK DEGENERATE PERVERT ASSHOLE!!!" the gas station woman roared. She came steaming around the side of the building like a runaway freight train.

"Hurry!!! Get in!!! Start the car!!!" Ashleigh shrieked.

Gibson slung the door open and practically vaulted inside. He impaled the key in the ignition and prayed the engine would cooperate. It hesitated for a second, then decided to do its job and start humming. Gibson bent the shift lever putting the car in reverse.

The woman caught up and started pounding on the hood of the car. "YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, PRISON OR HELL, YOU BASTARD!"

"Christ! Leave me alone!" Gibson yowled as he tried to back out with her added weight.

Ashleigh grabbed his jacket sleeve and shook him. "Did you forget you have a gun!?"

'Oh, right,' said Gibson's brain.

The silver muzzle was out and pointed at the gas station woman in a flash. "BACK OFF LADY!!!," he exploded.

She took one look at it, gasped, and fell on her titanic ass.

Gibson leaned out the window. "Normally you'd be perfectly justified, and I'd even help you stomp a guy you caught with his dick in a little girl's mouth, but these are special circumstances!"

"Yeah!" Ashleigh yelled, and licked cum off her lips.

Gibson peeled out with his foot mashed to the floor and came close to t-boning a sedan full of very surprised sci-fi geeks on their way to a convention.

As the duo sped away from the gas station forever, both were panting hard and wondering if their hearts would ever stop thudding.

Ashleigh lapped the last of Gibson's semen from her muzzle. It tasted kinda yucky, but it had been well worth it.

She was just about to say how much she'd loved their exciting little roleplay back there, when she looked over and saw his fear-shriveled weenie resting on his leg and burst out laughing.

A few seconds later, Gibson was laughing his tail off too.


*****


Approximately an hour later, Gibson was so tired of driving that the sight of a motel up ahead damn near got his dick hard again. (He'd been about to put it back in his pants a while ago, but Ashleigh 'ah-hem'ed and he decided to leave it on display.)

The motel was tiny and grimy, but any port in a storm. Gibson played at still being angry with Ashleigh over her 'escape attempt'. He kept his paw clamped on her wrist the whole time as he parked and got out to open the trunk. Ashleigh wondered for a moment if he was going to put her inside! Instead he got out a brown duffle bag. Ashleigh wondered if she'd end up inside that at some point too. He instructed her to get her things and follow him in.

Gibson eyed the cigarette machine in the lobby longingly as Ashleigh signed in for them.

The desk clerk was a desert mouse in glasses. He raised an eyebrow at the guestbook. "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith?"

Ashleigh giggled.

Gibson sighed.

The clerk held up his palms. "Hey, none the fuck business of mine. Number eight's free." He skimmed a key across the counter at them. "Have a good night."

The vixen and a coyote exchanged a smile.

Gibson was sure he caught the clerk in his peripheral vision checking out Ashleigh's ass as they walked away. He didn't blame him.


*****


"Since you were so disobedient back at the gas station..." Gibson said as he tossed the duffel onto a dresser, "...I have some surprises for you."

Ashleigh squeezed her plush tiger tight. "Nifty!"

With his back to her, he rummaged in the bag. "Get on the bed."

With a tiny squeal, Ashleigh obeyed. The bed creaked appallingly as she jumped onto it. She grimaced, trying to imagine the sheer number of people who'd slept here before and all the creepy-crawlies they might have left behind. The room overall felt dingy, sticky, small and sparse. Ugly carpet, cracked walls. A TV hung from the ceiling in a theft-proof cage. Off to the side was a bathroom. One glance made Ashleigh vow not to go in there barefoot.

Gibson nudged her. She turned to look. He was holding two short lengths of nylon rope.

She felt her cheeks flush.

"Now, since I obviously can't trust you, I'm going to have to tie you up for the night," he said.

Her tail wagged. "I completely agree."

"Stretch out." She did and he picked up her ankles. Slowly and gently he removed her shoes and socks. Ashleigh burrowed her face into the pillow and sighed. Next he pulled down her skirt, but left her panties. He wrapped one length of the rope around each ankle and bound them together. He was careful to give her enough room to wiggle comfortably.

"Sit up." He looked into her eyes as he slid her jacket off her shoulders. He took her paws in his as he lifted her arms up to slide her blouse off. He paused a moment to admire her tiny brown nipples. Ashleigh liked being looked at this way. She basked in the feeling of helplessness as he bound her wrists with the same care he'd taken with her ankles. He secured the end of the rope to the bedframe, leaving her plenty of slack.

She was now nearly-nude and tied to the bed of a seedy motel by a coyote kidnapper with a gun. Ashleigh had never felt more excited. She loved adrenaline, but there was always something lacking in her sports lessons. There was always someone there to supervise her, to make sure she was always safe. Maybe she didn't want to always be safe. Maybe she enjoyed risk for its own sake. Mommy had been apoplectic when Ashleigh had asked for rock-climbing lessons, but Daddy had laughed knowingly. He was proud of his daughter's spirit. He told her that he hadn't made his millions by playing anything safe.

Gibson started taking his clothes off too. His shirt, jacket and pants went on the floor in a pile. He put his socks on the dresser. Then he stood directly in front of his little captive as he pulled down his underwear. She gasped appreciatively.

"You're very handsome," she said.

He paused, genuinely surprised and touched by the compliment. "...Thank you." He walked to the front door and clicked off the light. Now it was too dark, so he turned on the bedside lamp and used the duffle to hush the light a little.

He crawled into bed behind her. Ashleigh felt his breath on the back of her head. She shivered when his paw stroked along her shoulder down to her thigh. "I think this job ought to start paying some rewards. What do you think?" He twirled a bit of her hair on his finger.

She wriggled in her bonds. "I can't escape. You could do anything you wanted with me," she purred.

Gibson scooted down the length of the bed and rolled Ashleigh's hips over. He leaned in close to her panties and drew in the scent of her moist musky muffin. He bit the elastic and tugged the garment down.

Ashleigh cried out when his cold nose touched her rose.

"We'll have to shut that cute mouth so the people next door don't call the cops," he said. He reached over the bed to his jacket and withdrew the gun that had fascinated Ashleigh so much. "Your pacifier," he told her. He presented it to her, muzzle first. "Suck it."

Joy danced in her eyes as she eagerly obeyed. Her tongue traced the contour of the barrel and the sight on top. "It tastes metal-y."

"Unsurprising. Keep it in your mouth so you don't get loud."

"I promise," she replied. The rope around her wrists had just enough slack so she could keep the gun at mouth-level and lick the barrel. It suddenly occurred to her the insane level of trust he was showing to let her hold the gun like this. It couldn't be loaded, right? That must be it, she thought. He'd taken the bullets out. But she hadn't seen him do it. Had it been unloaded all along? Was it loaded now? She had absolutely no idea. Not knowing sent lightning up her spine. She sucked the gun harder, like she'd sucked his cock, and stroked the trigger with a trembling finger.

Gibson got down to business. He spread Ashleigh's knees and kissed her pussy. She bucked once, then murred and thrust her crotch at him. He roughly grabbed her foxy buns and drove his muzzle into her cunt. His long tongue drilled deep. He lapped across the folds like a dog laps water. Ashleigh panted loudly and her tail whipped back and forth.

Gibson ate like he was at a good buffet and a friend was paying. Ashleigh was the sweetest meat he'd ever tasted. He was surprised (but not too surprised) when he probed around and didn't find a hymen. She'd said she was a virgin, but she could have been lying. Or maybe she'd shoved one of her toys up there. Imagining the naughty girl pushing every cylindrical object in her room up her snatch made Gibson even harder. His dick ground deeply into the scratchy blankets.

Ashleigh was grateful for the gun to help keep her quiet. She usually drove her face into her pillow when she'd get herself off at home. She knew she was a loud girl and couldn't help it. Remembering her tiger plush, she managed to twist around and retrieve it while holding the gun in her teeth. She'd been ordered to keep it there and she wanted to obey. But she also wanted to squeeze her soft friend and tease her nipples with its little plastic nose.

Speaking of noses, Gibson drove his into her box until the only smell in the world was vixen pussy. He thought if he was small enough, he could live in here. That idea got him so hot he quickened his pace to a frenzy and soon Ashleigh was shaking and shivering like an out-of-whack washing machine. She squealed with clenched teeth as she came. He snorted as some of her fluid went up his nostrils, but didn't mind.

Yesterday he'd never even seriously entertained the idea of doing anything with a little girl. Today he'd just eaten one out hard enough to make her cum. It was near impossible to believe. He didn't know what it said about him and right now didn't care. He took one last inhale of Ashleigh's gorgeous red flower and shot cum all over the blanket.

Panting, head spinning, he pulled himself up onto the bed to lie next to her. He rested his muzzle on top of her head, enjoying the smell of her hair nearly as much as the smell of her muff. He took the gun from her paws and put it on the nightstand.

"Was it loaded?" she asked.

"I'll never tell, kiddo," he said with a kiss behind her ear. He clicked off the lamp. The only light in the room was the horizontal lines of moonlight coming through the window blinds.

"Thank you," Ashleigh said in an exhausted but happy whimper.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Welcome."

The night was hot so he left the blankets off. He snugged his cock into the cleft of her thighs, nuzzled her gently, and soon they were asleep.


*****


Ashleigh woke up to an empty motel room.

The sun was up and at full brightness, turning the lines from the blinds into lasers. She squinted hard as she looked around. Her ears swiveled, searching for him in the bathroom. He was gone. This didn't make sense.

She rolled over onto her other side. She could feel the little crusty spot from where he'd spooged last night. 'I made him do that,' she thought proudly.

She looked over to the bedside table and the gun was still there. She sighed in relief. That meant he was coming back. At least she assumed so. She knew he wouldn't just run off and leave her. Not just because of the money, but because what he'd done last night made that inconceivable. He had her completely at his mercy. There were a million things he could have done with her but didn't. She knew he wouldn't just run off and leave her tied up alone.

Her heart suddenly sunk. 'What if the cops got him?' she thought.

'No, no. If they did, they'd be in here right now untying me,' she reasoned.

'Okay, so now what?' The rope wasn't slack enough for her to even sit up. What was she going to do with herself until Gibson got back?

Remembering that it was Saturday morning and cartoons were on, Ashleigh decided to busy herself with trying to get the TV remote off the bedside table using only her toes.


*****


The coyote returned with a bag full of groceries. He opened the door quietly. "Ashleigh? You awak-"

"Untie me!!! Untie me!!!" she screamed.

Gibson panicked and dropped the bag on the floor. He ran to her side and went to work on the knots immediately. "What's wrong!? Are you hurt!?"

"No! I gotta seriously PEE!!!" she squealed.

He couldn't hold back a laugh at that. She kicked him in the thigh.

"Just a second... There!" He'd loosened the rope from the bedframe but left her wrists tied. "Hold on and lemme get your ankles."

"No time!" she said as she jumped up and went hopping to the bathroom. A moment later he heard the sound of piss hitting porcelain and a very relieved sigh.

He chuckled again. Then he noticed the sound of cartoons. "How in the hell did you manage to get the TV turned on?"

"I'll never tell, kiddo!" she called out from the bathroom.


*****


For breakfast, Gibson had gone to the party store next door and brought back a dozen doughnuts and a half gallon of milk. They didn't have any cups so they passed the jug back and forth and drank from it straight. Gibson had also swept a small galaxy of assorted plastic-wrapped snackfoods into the bag as well, knowing there probably wouldn't be another place like this for another hundred miles. "I just got everything that looked like kid food. I hope you like some of it."

"That's fine. Daddy and Mommy don't let me get near too much junk food. I haven't even heard of some of this stuff."

"There's a cooler in the trunk. I'll fill it up with ice and drinks before we go. It's gonna be hot and I don't want you dehydrated or getting heat stroke."

"That's very considerate of you," she said with a smile. Her lips were dusted white from powdered sugar.

"Just keeping the merchandise in good condition," he kidded, ruffling her hair.

She giggled at being called 'merchandise'. "So, um, what's going to happen to me when we get to where we're going?"

He took a swig of milk. "Part of the contract; I'm not allowed to tell you."

"Oh," she said. An unpleasant thought occurred. "You're not going to sell me to someone, are you? I mean, being kidnapped's been awesome, but I don't wanna become some fat CEO's sex slave and have to live under his desk giving him blowjobs all day."

Gibson wondered where the heck this girl had heard of such things. "I can't say what's going to happen, but I can at least guarantee it won't be that."

"Allright. Cool." She leaned over onto his shoulder. "I know you wouldn't sell me anyway. Even if that's what you were hired to do, you'd turn on your employers and there'd be a big gun battle and I'd help you shoot all of 'em and then we'd take the money and drive off to Mexico."

"Do you just sit around watching movies all day?" he asked.

"Not ALL day," she said snickering.

He finished off the cow juice and burped. "Actually, I got some news you may not like. About seventy miles from here we cross the state line. That means there'll be cops."

"I won't say anything," Ashleigh promised.

"That's moot. They're gonna know something's off if they see you at all. Nothing about me says 'parent'. We're even different species. Naw, the only way we're getting through is with you in the trunk."

Ashleigh squeaked.

"I'm sorry, but-"

She cut him off. "Don't be! I'm going in the trunk!? That kicks ASS! That is sooooo very action movie! I want the full kidnapping experience! Toss me in there and lock the lid!" She wriggled happily and ground her thighs together.

"You are weird," he said affectionately.

"I just dig adventure," she retorted, and licked his muzzle.

"There is one more thing, and I have no idea how you'll take it."

"What's that?"

"There's probably not going to be another motel or restaurant for miles once we get going. That means nowhere to stop for a bathroom break."

"Couldn't I just knock on the trunk lid if I need to go?"

He shook his head. "The car's a mile long and the engine's noisy. It's doubtful I'd hear it. So, to solve the problem, I picked up these..."

He reached into the grocery bag and pulled out a small sack of big-kid bedwetter diapers.

Ashleigh showed fear for the first time. "No way!!!"


*****


Twenty minutes later she was playing with her video game in the trunk of Gibson's car with a diaper around her tush.

He'd put on a bit of a tough guy act to persuade her into them. She'd resisted at first, but finally caved in when he threatened to gag her with his underpants. She didn't mind the idea so much, except she knew she'd drool all over them after a few miles and that'd be even grosser than getting diapered.

Surprisingly though, they were very comfortable and Gibson had made up for them by giving her some very special attention when he put them on her. The first fluid to soak them was not pee.

Also, the trunk was actually quite comfy. Gibson had stolen a motel pillow for her to rest her head on. And it wasn't as much of an oven as she'd worried, mostly due to her lying down with the cooler on one side and the half-empty bag of ice on the other. The tiny rusted-out holes in the trunk's sides added ventilation too.

Ashleigh wasn't bored. Gibson had told her the approximate time it'd take to reach their destination and her game's battery life was much longer than that. She had plenty of snacks to try. There were sodas in the cooler. Plus Gibson had bought himself a few beers and Ashleigh was internally debating whether or not to steal one.

Plus, even though her hands were still bound, she could easily reach into the diaper whenever she liked and 'keep herself amused'.

After a few hours that didn't seem long at all, Ashleigh felt the car slow to a stop. Other cars were idling nearby. 'We must be at the state line.' She wondered if her parents had put out an alert for her, and if the cops were searching all the cars. She turned off her game to keep quiet. She imagined the trunk opening up and seeing the face of some border patrol officer. She imagined poor Gibson being hit with nightsticks and thrown in the back of a policecar. After all they'd been through, that was the last thing she wanted.

Ashleigh kept silent as Gibson's car inched forward. After a length of time that felt longer than the previous hours of travel, she heard a voice outside the car. 'The fuzz!' she thought. She could hear her own heartbeat.

Gibson said something to the cop, then the cop said something back. They chatted a bit, then Ashleigh let out the breath she'd been holding when she heard the cop laugh. A moment later, the engine revved and Gibson drove on. Soon they were back at travel speed.

'Safe!' Ashleigh thought.

Then she felt her brain boggle at the idea that keeping the police from discovering she'd been kidnapped equaled safety in her mind.

She turned her game back on and reached for some gummi worms.


*****


The car stopped. Ashleigh heard footsteps. She yelped as an inferno blast of bright sunlight hit her in the face.

"Sorry about that," Gibson said. "Shut your game-thing off and hop on out, little girl."

"Lemme save first!" She quickly did. "I'm still tied up," she reminded him.

"Right." As Ashleigh set her game aside, Gibson reached into the trunk and slid his strong hands under her thighs and shoulders. She felt her heart flutter at how easily he lifted her up. No effort at all.

She looked around. Gibson had parked by the side of the road, which seemed to stretch on towards infinity in either direction. There were no other cars out here. No buildings, not even any litter. Just sand for miles and red mountains in the distance. It was easy to believe they were the only people on the planet.

Gibson let her down gently so she was standing, still bound, on the sand. She winced a bit at how hot it was. "You're wet," he noticed.

Ashleigh tossed her hair and fine droplets flew in a halo. "Yeah, after a while I was getting hot so I put ice cubes on me and let 'em melt."

"No, I mean..." He reached down low to cup her diapered crotch in his paw. "...you're wet."

She shrugged her shoulders shyly. "Yeah. Um..."

"Nothing to worry about. It's what they're for and I don't mind..." He knelt down and took in a long, slow inhale.

"Are you getting off on my pee?" She said with a giggle.

"Smells good."

She wriggled at how kinky that was. "Gonna change me?"

"Sure. We just need a flat surface." Gibson reached deep in the trunk and retrieved a rolled-up battered beach blanket. It was covered in cigarette burns like a pattern of polka dots. Gibson unfurled it and laid it on the highway over the double yellow line.

Ashleigh's eyes went wide. "You're kidding!"

He turned and grinned at her. "I thought you liked risk?"

A wave of unthinking lust rushed through her and she bounced over to him.

"Let's get these ropes off so you don't have to keep hopping like a bunny." He helped her lie down on the blanket, then reached in his jeans pocket. He had the knife out and the ropes cut so fast it was a blur. Ashleigh felt her pussy tingle.

She rubbed her wrists, then stretched out spread-eagle. She murrrrred at how good it felt to stretch.

The coyote put the knife aside, then got down on all fours with his face an inch from Ashleigh's groin. He inhaled deeply. He mashed his nose into the diaper, wanting every molecule of scent for his own. Little fox girl pee...

She bit her lip, giggling at how much he looked like a burrowing puppy. She couldn't believe her piss turned him on so much.

"Right. Lets get these off now." Gibson pulled the diaper past her legs and paws, then stuffed it in his jacket pocket.

Ashleigh noticed but didn't say anything (although her cheeks turned red). She shivered at how Gibson was staring at her little pussy. "So, are you gonna eat me again, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?"

"I'm a coyote. Get it straight. Wolves might eat, but coyotes prefer to fuck."

She sat up eagerly. "Really?"

"If you want to," he said, and kissed her nose.

"Hell yeah!" She laid back down and thrust her mound at him shamelessly.

"Not this way. If I got on top I'd squish you." He unzipped and started struggling his jeans down. "Here; roll over." Ashleigh did and he took her place. "Now you get on top. Ride me like a cowgirl."

"Get it straight; I'm not a cow, I'm a vixen!" she said with a laugh and a raspberry. He laughed too and pulled her in close for a kiss.

Her muzzle felt so tiny against his. She could feel his big grownup tongue pressing against hers. Her heart sped up. It felt amazing to feel so wanted.

Still holding onto her, Gibson reached in his other pocket and pulled out a half-used tube of lube he'd been saving. Figuring there was no better use for it, he squeezed out the entire thing over his erection.

Ashleigh backed up until she felt something hard and slippery hit her right between the thighs. She 'Eep!'ed, then moaned and rubbed herself up and down on it. Gibson groaned deep in the back of his throat.

Ashleigh took hold of his shoulders and positioned herself above it. She could feel the tip knocking at her front door. She was breathing hard. "I can't believe I'm gonna do this... I'm gonna let you take my virginity, out here in the open, in the middle of the road!!"

He caressed her cheek reassuringly. "I got sharp ears. I'll hear if someone's coming and we can duck behind the car quick. I don't think anyone will though. After we crossed the state line, I looked at the dash clock and said to myself that, once we got out into the open, if an hour went by without me seeing another driver, I'd pull over and do this. I saw a few other cars at first, which pissed me off, but then eventually no one." He brought his paw down to lightly brush his fingers over her chestfur. "I kept watching the numbers go by on that clock, thinking of you in the trunk, getting hornier by the second..."

Ashleigh looked back over her shoulders at the grey line of road stretching off to the horizon. She imagined him driving all that way with his big cock pressing against the inside of his pants. Wanting to get out. Wanting to get in her...

She took hold of his arm in one hand and reached for the other. "Keep me steady." They both grasped one another's forearms. Ashleigh gulped and started to lower herself. Gibson's cock began to part her labia. She felt herself stretch to let it inside. She was panting. Her mind was in a whirl trying to deal with the influx of pleasure, pain, fear and excitement.

Gibson shut his eyes tight and held on to the incredible little fox who was willingly spearing herself on him. His whole body trembled with the exertion of keeping himself from just plunging it into her like a meat thermometer. 'No,' he told himself, 'Keep it slow for now; speed up at her pace.'

Ashleigh kept easing herself down, wondering when it would ever be all inside. She'd played with a lot of stuff in her cunt before, but this was the bigtime. The real deal. She'd never dared put anything this size inside her before. Her body rebelled, telling her it was too much. Her brain told her to take the pain and go for it; the rewards would outweigh any initial discomfort.

Ashleigh let go of Gibson's arms and slammed down onto his lap.

Her eyes teared up. A high-pitched whine came from her throat. It felt like she'd shattered everything down there.

Gibson took her paws in his. "You okay?"

The pain was scrambling her brains. It felt like bees and lightning were fighting in her uterus. "I'll be okay..."

She held Gibson's paws tightly in hers and concentrated on her heartbeat, away from the pain. She took deep breaths and let it pass. Slowly, it subsided. There was still an ache, but also an incomparable feeling of fullness. She knew she'd made the right decision. She opened her eyes and looked at Gibson with a smile. "It feels good now."

"I'm not surprised it stung a bit. You took it hard, girl! I swear I felt it bonk into your cervix!"

She laughed. "It's probably somewhere halfway up my ribcage right now!"

He laughed too. "I'm not THAT long."

Ashleigh hesitantly swiveled a little on it. "It feels better now. Like my guts are getting used to it being in there."

"Good. I'm horny as fuck, but I know you're the first priority. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," she said. "I'll be careful. Not *too* careful though. A sore pussy's gonna be worth it!"

He chuckled at her spirit. "You set the pace then. I'm fine with lying here and enjoying the ride. Your little muffin's tight as a jar lid!"

"Thanks for putting that lube on. It probably woulda killed me otherwise!" She grinned at him and twisted her hips. She loved the look on his face when she did that. She liked being on top. She felt powerful. A skinny little girl totally owning a big mean kidnapper out in the middle of nowhere! She felt her heart start to rev up again and she pushed herself down hard on his cock.

Gibson gasped. He took hold of her arms again. He pushed up with his hips. Ashleigh started rocking back and forth, moving it around inside her. Getting used to it. Starting to want more of it.

The afternoon sun beat down on them, making them both sweat. Ashleigh could smell his coyote musk, the leather of his jacket and the dirt on his clothes. She could even smell a bit of her own pee. Normally she'd wrinkle her nose at such smells. But right now, she liked them. They were dirty smells and they made her feel dirty. But not in a bad way. In a *free* way. Like she didn't have to give a shit if she was a bad little girl screwing a big mean kidnapper. It felt damn good. Nothing else mattered. Her normal life didn't matter, the road didn't matter, the world didn't matter. All that stuff was insignificant next to her need to cum real hard on this awesome cock that was plowing into her like a semi doing seventy.

Ashleigh was bouncing. Gibson was sure he was hitting her cervix now. Her cunt held him like a tight fist. She was incredible. He'd give back all the money if it meant spending one more day with her. Hell, he'd sell everything he owned for one more hour. This girl was a miracle. The best thing that had ever come into his life. 'And now I'm gonna come into her,' he thought, and was almost ashamed of himself for the pun.

Her cunt was on fire. Ashleigh was starting to get loud; whimpering, moaning and barking. She muttered what might have been prayers or might have been swear words. Her eyes were shut tight. She could feel the sun's warmth on her face and eyelids. Gibson's hands holding her arms were so gentle, yet strong like steel. His cock was a column of molten iron. Her pussy was a metal forge. She imagined sparks flying inside her. She imagined herself full of white hot liquid metal. She imagined herself melting to nothing in that intense heat and welcoming it.

Gibson wanted to hold back and let her cum first. But biology was biology. His whole body tensed, trying to hold it off. But it was impossible anymore. Ashleigh's cunt was heaven, and he was about to blast the gates off the hinges.

The young vixen screamed when his cum shot inside her. The sound rang out for miles through the empty desert air. In her mind, she saw her metal forge being blasted with a firehose. She felt like her guts were exploding. Her brain short-circuited. Pleasure overloaded and consumed her.

She fell in a quivering wreck onto Gibson's chest. Both of them were panting loudly. He could feel her hot little breaths on his cheek. He thanked her a dozen times with little kisses on her lips and nose. He ran his paw up and down her back. He held her close, massaging her tailbase, and feeling his cum leak out from where the two of them joined.

He nuzzled her. "Good girl," he whispered. "_Very_ good girl..."

She couldn't make her mind form words. She whimpered an approximation of 'thank you' and hugged him back. She kissed inside his ear. She rested her head on his and felt their sweat run together.

They stayed like that in a half-awake realm of bliss for what felt like hours. They could feel each other's hearts beating atop one another.


*****


"CAR!!!" Ashleigh screamed.

Gibson's pants were halfway to his ankles, yet he still managed to leap to his feet, scoop the little vixen into his arms and run like hell. He dove behind his car and the two of them rolled into a ball in the dust.

A few moments later a pickup truck sped by. If the driver noticed them, he didn't show it by slowing down any.

Ashleigh and Gibson looked down at one another, tangled in a heap of limbs and tails, and laughed their asses off.


*****


The blanket had a fresh tire track to go with its cigarette burns now. Gibson stuffed it back in the trunk, then popped a beer and drained half of it in a single gulp. Ashleigh asked to try a sip. He shrugged and obliged. She quickly spat it out and rinsed her tongue off with an ice cube. He said the taste wasn't why people drank it.

He toted the cooler and the dwindled bag of snacks to the front seat and Ashleigh put her stuff in the back. Gibson finished his beer and left the others for another time. One was plenty; he still had a few more hours of driving to go. He planted the empty can in the sand by the side of the road, then signed his name with a finger. Ashleigh signed too, then added: 'WE TOTALLY FUCKED HERE!' and a few hearts.

Ashleigh bounced into the passenger seat. Gibson started the car and put some rock on the radio. They headed off down the road again for what Gibson said was the home stretch of their journey.

Along the way he dove into the snacks and they finished off the last of the soda. They talked about plenty of things. Ashleigh asked him all about his past and he was happy to tell her stories of travel, hard labor, people he'd met, running from cops, and occasional moments of triumph. Ashleigh felt a little ashamed to have lived such a life of absolute comfort compared to him. Gibson told her not to worry. He told her childhood ought to be cushy. That people ought to have a few short years of happiness before life kicks in and starts kicking their ass.

Twenty miles later, Gibson got serious. "Allright. We just passed the 85 marker. My instructions said I have to blindfold you now. That okay?"

Ashleigh nodded. She sat up obediently and awaited it.

Gibson pulled to the shoulder. He popped the glove compartment and rustled around until he found a navy blue bandanna. He rolled it into a blindfold with practiced ease. Ashleigh cooed as she felt the soft fabric pulled gently across her eyes. He tied it in the back tight enough to stay put but still comfortable. "Can you see anything?" he asked.

"Some light around the edges."

"That's fine. Just so long as you can't see the address. We're nearly there."

Ashleigh reached out and, after a few tries, found Gibson's paw. She curled her fingers around his. She squeezed, saying wordlessly, 'I trust you whatever happens.'

Gibson turned the key in the ignition again and they drove on.


*****


Ashleigh counted eight and a half more songs on the radio before the car stopped again. By now she was hearing sounds of civilization. Plus she could feel the road change under the tires: smoother now and better maintained.

Gibson said he'd stopped to tie her wrists again. He said they were just outside their destination. His employer was inside, and he might not take kindly to the idea that Gibson had been so cordial with his captive. As he gently bound her paws, the coyote advised Ashleigh to look scared when she got out of the car. Considering how scared he sounded of this mysterious employer, Ashleigh didn't think she'd have to fake any fear.

The car pulled forward slowly, then stopped. Gibson honked once. A moment later, Ashleigh heard a gate open. The car advanced again. To Ashleigh, it seemed to crawl.

Gibson braked. "This is it," he whispered to her.

She heard him get out, then exchange formal hellos with someone. She heard two pairs of footsteps walk over to her door.

From outside, a raspy metallic voice said, "She seems to be in good condition."

A shiver went down her spine. There was no life in that voice. It reminded her of when people who smoked too much would lose their voice boxes and have to use an electronic one.

She heard the door open and then felt Gibson's paw on her arm. His touch was a small comfort. Scared for real now, she let him lead her. She got out and Gibson walked her a few steps away. She stood there with her tail between her legs. She jumped when the car door slammed behind her.

"There's a problem though," said the electronic voice man. "We can't get the money."

"What!?" Gibson barked. "I've spent almost a full day on the road dodging cops! I was promised-"

"Calm down, calm down. You'll get your payment. But Mr. Waterbuck was uncooperative. This venture has gone belly up. The smart thing now is for the both of us to part ways." The unknown man snapped his fingers and Ashleigh heard a third set of footsteps. Very precise ones. She guessed it was a henchman. "Here is your money."

She heard Gibson reach for it, but the precise man stepped away.

"Not yet," said the unknown man. "Since I'm losing money on this job, I'm going to have to require one additional service from you."

"What's that?" Gibson asked warily.

"Disposal of unnecessary assets," the unknown man said.

Ashleigh's blood froze.

"No," Gibson said firmly.

"I gave you a gun, and now it is time for you to use it."

"NO!"

"Be reasonable. You took this job for the money. The money is right here. All you need to do in order for me to place it in your hands is one more simple task. One finger's worth of work. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

There was a long silence. Ashleigh was trembling. Daddy had refused to pay the ransom and now these men were going to kill her. They'd probably dump her in the desert and she'd get eaten by buzzards.

'No!' she forcefully told herself. 'Gibson's got the gun. He won't do it! He'll shoot them first and we'll get away. I know we will!'

She felt a paw on her shoulder. "Kneel down, little girl," Gibson said.

On shaking legs, she knelt. She heard his jacket rustle, heard a click of metal, then felt the perfect circle of the gun barrel touch the back of her head. She flinched.

"Continue," said the unknown man.

Ashleigh was quaking like a leaf. She felt a soft, gentle paw comfortingly caress her headfur. "This'll all be over in a second," Gibson whispered to her.

Her heart was already racing, but his touch made it beat faster. He wouldn't really shoot her, would he? Would he? There was still time. He could be waiting to make his move. Ambush the unknown man and his toady, grab the money and escape with her. Or maybe he really was going to shoot her. Maybe he just wanted the money after all. Or maybe there were more men here than just the ones she could hear. Maybe they all had guns, and Gibson knew there was no other way out. Maybe he knew he'd have to shoot her to spare her from a worse fate.

Ashleigh thought about the gun. Shiny silver perfection. She thought about her and Gibson in the motel room; him doing those amazing things to her with his tongue while she sucked on the gun and wished it was his cock. She thought of seeing it in his hands when he'd caught her behind the gas station peeing. She thought of waking up last night and seeing it right in front of her eyes.

There were worse ways to go than to have such a beautiful silver instrument of death take her life.

Knowing Gibson's finger was the one on the trigger made it even better. She knew this wasn't about money. He loved her. She knew in a few seconds she would hear a gunshot. Either she would fall or the unknown man would. But whatever Gibson was planning, she knew in her heart he'd do what he thought was best for her.

She thought about the handsome outlaw coyote and her heart sped up faster. It felt like it was trying to burst from her chest and fly away. She rubbed her head against the gun muzzle. Feeling it there was starting to turn her on. She was scared nearly senseless, yes, but if these were her last moments, what a way to go! Her last hours had been the most exciting of her whole life! What could she do to ever top this?

This was a fitting end, she realized. After that incredible moment on the highway when Gibson had shot his cum in her cunny, nothing could be more intense. Nothing but a bullet through the brain. She thought of his cum blasting deep inside of her. She thought of the gun firing, the bullet travelling down the barrel, punching its way into her skull, and splattering her all over the concrete. Her head would *explode*! The ultimate rush! The ultimate climax!

She remembered a moment from school when her teacher had said that the word 'ultimate' actually meant 'the last ever'. How perfect.

She could feel her pussy getting moist. Her legs trembled. Her stomach fluttered. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like her ribs were a door and someone was pounding to get in. That perfect sexy metal circle was kissing the back of her head and she knew any second now she'd be deafened by the sound of a shot, and there was no telling who it'd be aimed at.

POW!!!


*****


Ashleigh fell limply forward. For an instant, her senses were completely whited out by pleasure.


*****


Then a man's arms were picking her up and gently shaking her. "Ashleigh? Ashleigh darling?"

"...What? Did I die?"

Fingers pulled away her blindfold.

Gibson? No, it wasn't!

It was impossible!

"DADDY!?"

Jackson Waterbuck Jr. scooped his daughter up into a hug and spun her around. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!!"

Her world swirled. Ashleigh was completely lost in confusion. Her father put her back on her feet and she stumbled a few steps. What was going on!?

She saw her Daddy; 'fat as a full moon' like he always said, grinning at her devilishly. He had on his favorite white cowboy hat, a half-open Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks. He had a megaphone-like device in his hand, a voice-changer, which he tossed aside. Beside him was Gibson, looking frazzled but smiling also.

Things didn't click for Ashleigh until she realized where she was. They were standing in the driveway in front of a sprawling house. Gleaming white walls and terracotta roof tiles.

"This is our summer place!!" she burst out. "Wait a minute! Are you... Did.. Daddy, did YOU do all this!?"

He laughed heartily and started untying her wrists. "All for you, Ashleigh! The whole thing! The kidnapping, the blindfold, the bit with the gun, everything! You wouldn't believe how long I was planning this or what it cost me."

"But it's not my birthday! Not for another two weeks!" she said.

"Well, I figured you'd get suspicious if it was right on the date."

Ashleigh staggered. She held her head in her paws, trying to comprehend all this. "WHY, Daddy!?"

He knelt down and hugged her. "Because you're my little adrenaline junkie, sweetie. I knew you'd like it. You think I don't know my own daughter? I'd see the jazzed-up look on your face whenever you tried a new sport, then watch your enthusiasm drain out as you mastered it and the thrill went away. Plus I remember how antsy you got when you were a little pup and we watched that kidnapping movie. How you wouldn't stop yapping about it for months afterward. I can put dots together."

She blushed hard and hugged him back. "You're amazing."

Mr. Waterbuck stood back up with a grunt, then clapped Gibson on the back. "I went through about forty applicants before I found Mr. Scheider here."

"Scheider!?" Ashleigh said. "You said your name was Gibson!"

He shrugged. "I actually wasn't told not to tell you my real name. I just chose not to because, well... Gibson sounded better."

"Okay. I'll keep calling you that if you want."

"Fine by me."

Mr. Waterbuck nodded approvingly. "I'd thought about hiring an actor, but I knew you'd see through that," he told Ashleigh. "I got in touch with some people who know... less than legal individuals, heh, and I basically did a casting call. I put out word of what the job paid but not what it was. One by one, I had Dennings-" Here he pointed out a tall, thin beagle standing nearby, whom Ashleigh recognized as the man with the precise footsteps, "-interview each one and tell them it was a straight kidnapping. I watched from a mirrored booth. I was looking for someone who'd refuse. Someone who I could trust not to hurt you."

Dennings looked bored by this whole affair. "Am I relieved?"

Mr. Waterbuck nodded and made a shooing motion. The beagle briskly left.

"By the way..." Gibson said to Ashleigh. He held up the gun. "Your dad really did give this to me. It's a specially-made cap gun."

She blinked. "No way."

The coyote pointed it at the ground and pulled the trigger. The sound that had seemed earth-shatteringly loud when it was an inch from her head now came out as a weak little 'pop'. Ashleigh couldn't believe it.

He laughed. "You think I'd actually let you play around with a real, loaded weapon!?" he said.

She felt a bit foolish. "I guess I shoulda known."

Mr. Waterbuck chuckled. "Needless to say, your mother didn't approve of me setting up this little game for you. She threatened to divorce me a few times, but I knew she was just being theatrical. She's still pissed at me though! She's out behind the house screwing those two mouse poolboys again," he said with an amused sigh.

Ashleigh giggled.

Gibson raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem too concerned about that, sir."

He guffawed. "Naw! We're two passionate people, Mr. Gibson-if-you-prefer. I've seen my friends' marriages dissolve into shit because they try to force themselves to act against their biology. Me and my wife fuck around quite a bit. We're open with it, and it's all in fun. Hell, if anything it seems to keep her libido up!" He gave the coyote a sly glint. "Speaking of that, how was Ashleigh?"

Gibson gulped hard and backed up a step, nearly toppling over the hood of his car.

"Daddy!!" Ashleigh squealed in embarrassment.

His grin was a mile wide. "I'm not stupid! You think I can't hear you in your bedroom yowlin' up a storm every night?"

She blushed fire-hydrant red.

He tussled her hair. "You're not a little girl anymore. You've got urges, and it's natural that you're exploring them now. You think I can't smell it when you come downstairs right after you have, uh, playtime with yourself?"

She winced. "I thought I cleaned up well enough."

The plump fox tapped his muzzle. "I know what girls smell like when they're 'in the mood'. I knew damn well this little adventure would get you hornier than a two-headed rhino with four dicks. That car of yours, Mr. Gibson, smells like you two have been up to naughty business the whole time you've been on the road!"

The coyote fidgeted and rubbed the back of his head. "Um, well, sir, to be perfectly honest, that's not inaccurate."

The big fox guffawed again. "Don't be ashamed, either of you!" He gave Ashleigh a bashful grin. "I hope it won't embarrass you too much, darling, but I've pawed off at this whole idea a few times myself."

"Was this all a big scheme to get you and me to yiff?" she huffed.

"No, no! This really was all for you, I promise. Although..."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible, terrible Daddy," she teased. Then she pulled up her skirt and flashed her lack of panties at him.

His eyes got big and he made a rather comical noise of surprise.

Ashleigh pretended to be outraged. "My daddy's a horrible perv! Setting me up on a sexy adventure, all so he'd get me to agree to fuck him!" She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. "You coulda just asked."

"This way was more fun; true or false?"

She giggled and jumped on him in a hug. "True!" She kissed his cheek. "Well, okay. I guess I don't mind getting yiffy with my big roly-poly poppa. But on one condition!"

He nuzzled noses with her. "Anything, darling."

Ashleigh turned to Gibson and gave him a dazzlingly bright smile. "You've gotta agree to hire Mr. Gibson on as my personal bodyguard!"

The coyote was happily stunned. "...Really?"

"Done!" said Daddy. "He seems to have done a fine job of keeping you safe and happy."

"I dunno... He did lock me in the trunk for a few hours," she said, tail wagging.

Mr. Waterbuck arched an angry eyebrow at Gibson.

"She agreed to! And I made sure she was cool and comfortable the whole time!" he insisted.

The fox waved Gibson's worries away. "I'm just messin' with you! That sounds like exactly the sort of monkeyshines Ashleigh always gets up to. We found her stuck in the washing machine once!"

Ashleigh giggled.

"I imagine you're pretty hot from driving all this long way, Mr. Gibson," Mr. Waterbuck said. "The pool's nice and cold. Come on out back with us."

Gibson glanced at his leather jacket. "I'm not exactly dressed for it, sir."

Ashleigh pulled her shirt off. "I forgot to mention; we don't tend to wear much clothes at our summer place."

Mr. Waterbuck nodded, "And quit calling me sir! Makes me feel old."

Gibson slipped out of his jacket and tossed it in the backseat. As he pulled his jeans down too, he smiled at Ashleigh giving her daddy another huge hug. He figured if this family were so open about nudity and sex already, it wasn't much of a stretch to see why she'd agreed so easily to being openly incestuous with her father. 'That's actually kinda hot,' he thought to himself, and was curious if they'd let him watch sometime.

Down to his shirt and underpants, Gibson came over and tickled Ashleigh's ear. "You sure you want me around for good?"

She looked up to him with loving certainty in her eyes and smile. "Sure! I can't remember the last time I had so much fun! You were wonderful! I still can't believe how well you hid all those secrets about Daddy and the gun. I never guessed!" She hugged him and nuzzled her little moist nose under his shirt to tickle his tummy. "Plus, you gave me a ton of great orgasms!" she whispered.

Mr. Waterbuck heard nevertheless and smiled. "Oh Mr. Gibson! I have another proposal, if you don't mind? If you're as skilled as my daughter thinks you are, and you can fuck my wife so good she'll forgive me, I'll double what I agreed to pay you."

Gibson nearly had a heart attack.


*****

-EPILOGUE-

From then on, the coyote now permanently known as Gibson, became Jackson Waterbuck Jr.'s personal odd job man, in addition to his duties as Ashleigh's bodyguard. She was more than happy to accompany him on errands. Soon she was learning all sorts of things her private school would never dare teach her. She worked hard, learning the ins and outs of a dozen different manual skills (not all of them strictly legal). Every summer, Gibson would 'kidnap' her again and they'd spend a few days driving all over the country from one insane adventure to the next. She'd usually arrive at Daddy's summer place bruised, dripping with sweat, exhausted, and effervescently happy. Over the years she broke a few bones and even lost a permanent tooth, but Mr. Waterbuck was awed to see his daughter growing up into such a strong, fearless woman.

Twelve years later, Ashleigh was filling the tank of her fully-restored muscle car at a truck stop somewhere in the middle of who-the-fuck cared. She'd been driving for eight hours straight and was glad for the chance to get out and stretch her legs. She and Gibson had a briefcase full of Daddy's bearer bonds they had to deliver to Montana by midnight. She thought they'd make it with time to spare even if they took a moment to pull off somewhere and screw semi-publicly.

Gibson was inside the glass-walled diner, ordering takeout for them both. She caught his eye at the register and he smiled to her.

Then his expression changed. She saw his eyes fill with fear.

A half-second later she felt a knife at her throat. "Give me all your money," a desperate voice hissed.

Ashleigh smiled. With a glance, she conveyed to Gibson; 'Stay put. I got this.'

"I've got a better idea..." she said to the man with the knife.

A half-second later he was on the ground, speechless with agony, clutching his crotch and wondering if the vixen had driven his balls up into his lungs.

She tapped her boot heel on the concrete. Then with a grin, pulled a shining silver handgun from her jeans pocket.

"...How about you give me all of *your* money?"



THE END
for now...




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AUTHOR'S NOTES

I would like to thank Mîtley Crüe for their song Kick-Start My Heart, which I kept in mind the whole time I was writing this. It had exactly the feel I wanted in the story. I tried as much as I could to write this like an action film. Gratitude also goes to the movie Shoot 'Em Up, which reminded me of the song, plus Ace Of Spades by Motorhead and Joker And The Thief by Wolfmother, both of which are also on its awesome soundtrack.

Thanks go, once again, to Alfador Fox and Poe the Ether Bunny for invaluable proofreading assistance. ^__^

Acknowledgement also goes to some anonymous porn author on the internet for the phrase "moist musky muffin", which I liked too much to not steal.



"Road Trip"
Started 3/28/11, Finished 4/3/11, Editing completed 5/1/11


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