The evening air was getting bone chillingly cold despite the irony of the situation. As Dave wondered the shoulder of the deserted sandy highway, he shivered again, his canine auburn fur standing on end. I should have brought a coat, He thought bitterly, as his stomach groaned, or at least something more than a pack of jerky. He contemplated why he was even on this dusty stretch of blacktop. His thoughts traveled to the community college he attended, and how he graduated, but lacked the income to sustain his self. He paid off what debts he could, but when he went broke, he asked his parents to clear the remainder while he looked for a new job. With no low income jobs available, he turned his back to the town, and headed out to where there was more available, and thus the road which he was on now.
He was about to start thinking on what he should apply for when he got where he was going, when the sound of rubber on pavement came up from behind him. He whirled around, and on reflex, held out his furry hand, thumb out in the direction of traffic. “Hey! I need a ride!” He yelled out, even though he knew he had no chance of that car stopping. To his surprise, however, the vehicle slowed, the glow of brake lights being an odd comfort in the dusk light. 
Dave checked his pack and quickly hustled up to the car, a small two seater truck with a metal cab over the back trailer bed. He took a moment to look over the back trailer hitch, and examined several bumper stickers. A trick he picked up after a few days of traveling in the hitchhiker way was that you could tell a guy or girl by their choice of stickers. Several were on this persons Bumper: Niagara Falls, 2010, Southern Ground music festival, 2013, DC Veteran memorial, 2012. Dave gave a low whistle of admiration, noting how far and wide this person seemed to go, having had over half his bumper and trailer covered with location stickers. 
Dave walked up to the passenger side door, and looked in. Sitting in the drivers seat was a mountain of a stallion. easily over six feet tall, well built, and covered in clean silver fur, the man was a marvel in his self, just being able to fit into the fairly small confines of the cab. He looked up at Dave and smiled, a grin that could melt glacial ice in mid winter. “Where’ya headed, son?” The Stallion Said, a mild southern accent present in the warm voice. Daves reply took a moment, but came out with barely a stutter. “Wherever there’s work, sir. And… and where they’ll hire me.” The stud nodded solemnly, and gestured with a thumb to the back. “Put your garb there, and hop in. Next town sound like a square deal?” Dave nodded and smiled, “thank you sir, yes it does.” Dave threw his bag in the back and shut the lid, then hopped in.
The stallion reached over and offered a baseball mitt sized hand. Alexander Smith, but you may call me Allen or Al.” Dave took his hand and gave it as good a shake as he could manage as he replied, “David Williams, But Dave fits me better.” Al Smiled at the Canine and turned on the radio, pushing the button for a CD, and quickly the small cab was filled with the twang and beat of an old country rock song. Just got home from Illinois, Locked the front door, oh boy! While Al drummed to the beat of the song, Dave found the choice of music odd, but in a good and, he hated to admit it, charming way. It was also odd that he wasn’t getting questions, and found his self brimming with his own. As the first song would down with a great twangy banjo solo, Dave pressed pause and asked, “What brings you out this way?” Al Smiled, “Oh, one job or another, friends in my circles to keep up with, and houses to maintain. You?” Dave frowned for a moment, then replied, “Trying to find out what to do with my life, in all honesty.” Dave blushed slightly, not used to being this forthright, but that small blush exploded as a large furred hand patted his shoulder before shifting gears. “Been there, done that, and never heading back, my good man.”Allen looked over quickly before returning his eyes to the road, “Thats why I’m in the outfit I’m in now.” He smiled, and started to press play, when Dave beat him to the punch. “Just two more questions. Please?”
Al smiled, and with a sigh, said, “Shoot.” Dave rubbed his paws together and said, “What do you do, as A job?” Allen chuckled. “It ain’t a job, really,” He said, with a sly grin on his face, “More like a club, but it takes on a bigger scale than some chorus band.” He then looks over, keeping a steady hand-paw on the wheel, “And what’s the second Question?” Dave just smiles, and says “Where’d you get a taste for Creedence?” Allen cracks a grin that results in the both of them bursting into laughter, and cranking the music up till the speakers shake the car with the music volume.
When they Finally reached town, they were lustily singing along to the lyrics with practiced ease. “Big wheel Keep on turn~! Proud Mary Keep on Burn~! Rollin’~! Rollin’~! Roll- Hey, there’s the place!” Dave looked over at the fair sized, well worn building. Red brick work, mixed with lattice panels and graffiti of a rainbow with several species of Furs holding hands. Allen got out of the truck after parking, stretching and reaching a towering height of around 7’1. “Ah, the home away from home!” He exclaimed with joy, walking to the door after getting his pack and gear. Dave followed, smiling with uncertainty at the homely place.
As the Door opened, a Fine and fair Sergal nearly bowed Allen over, hugging and kissing the equine while giving him affection by word. “Al! Damn, the next time that you come by here, give me a shout man, it’s so good to see you! How’ve you been?!” When the barrage of questions and compliments passed Allen replied with, “I’m good, Z, I’m good. Shesh! Leave a Sergal for one month, and this is what I come back to!?” He playfully kisses Z back, and to the embarrassment of Dave, sides his hand paws down and gives the sergals pants bottoms a good grope. Z blushes, and then grins devilishly at Allen. “You sly Stud, thinking with your crown or your-” It was then that Z and Allen remembered Dave, who was now several shades red
“Um, Allen, is there something between you two?” Dave's voice came out, small and flustered. Allen and Z turned to each other, and broke out in laughter, having to support each other from the power of their mirth. This caused the Canine to stare at the two companions, until the sergal looked up and said with labored breath, “You… you mean you don’t know?!”
Dave stared at the two, confusion plain on his face. The sergal smiled. “Well, what this knucklehead forgot to tell you,” He started, grabbing Allen in a playful chokehold and giving him a good rub on the head, “is that we in this ‘club’ are in an omni relationship. In plain speak, we’re all in love with each other, at a level beyond just friends with benefits.” Here, he winked, causing the canine to blush and shuffle his foot paws. Meanwhile, Allen grinned, and winked at Z. “He’s a good catch, huh? I can’t wait to share a bed with this bad boy~!” Giving Dave a good hearted pat on the back, he smiled at the canine. Dave let out a yip at being patted and looked at Allen in a flustered manner. “W.. what do you mean by that!?” Dave sputtered out, red faced and tail between his legs. At this point, Allen Grabbed Daves things and Then with one arm, lifted Dave over his shoulder and headed for a vacent room. “Grrrh! Hey, answer me, damn it!”
As Allen quickly opened and shut the door, he grinned down at Dave. “It means that tonight, we get to have a little fun.” He said, winking, “I’m sure that with you being a hitchhiker on the road, you don’t have much time to chase a tail other than your shadows.”