Moonlight Ride A were story for @SerpentineSnack The empty highway endlessly stretched before me as white-line fever threatened to entrance me. I cranked up the radio and rolled the window down to stimulate my senses and keep myself awake. This was definitely not a trip I’d want to have to make again. After a few minutes of a relatively mundane song, I fiddled with the radio to avoid listening to the commercials, dancing back and forth between restaurant ads and hillbilly country, before finding a nice rock-n-roll station. ‘There, that’s better’ I had thought to myself, idly propping my elbow on the window edge and resting my chin on my hand. The fresh breeze revitalized me as I drove for what felt like another hour, but after checking the car clock…. 20 minutes!? Christ, this will be a longer trip than I thought! Sighing, I turned my attention back to the road. The darkness ahead seemed to swallow the light from my jeep’s headlamps as the night droned on. Not even the strong beats of Ferret Smith pounding out of the speakers helped combat the creeping fingers of exhaustion that threatened to overtake me. Just as I was resigned myself to pulling over for a nap, the darkness opened up. A figure stood hunched over and half illuminated off to the side of the seemingly endless road. Any other day I would have just driven on and never looked back. The mix of boredom and lack of sleep however stifled my better judgment. I slowed to a stop and turned the radio way down, before leaning out of the window. “You ok?” I called out, my nose picking up the strong odor of booze and piss. The figure rose and kept growing till it loomed over the hood of the jeep. My heart pounded in my chest as the giant turned and lumbered my way. The clouds parted and moonlight casted an eerie umbra over the hulking beast. Through the shadows the beast emerged as I leaned my head out of the window. First thing visible was a puffy brown collar that I had assumed was part of a large jacket, boy was I wrong. As more of the creature was revealed by the moonlight, it was clear the collar was a part of the creature. When it stooped down to my level, the large muzzle of a Chow Chow was framed in the fur greeted me. Its eyes were barely visible under two brooding brows and the reek of cheap booze was stronger. “Bus Stop, Please?” It rumbled, its voice was surprisingly soft on my ears. So much so, that the thumping of my heart nearly downed it out. With the beast this close my prey senses were going crazy. My legs wanted to slam down on the accelerator and put as much distance from the frightening giant as possible. I bit my tongue and held my footpaw still as I nodded my head towards the passenger door. I noticed the creature wore no shirt and its jeans were a tattered mess as it walked around the front of the jeep and paused looking at the door confused. I reached over and pulled the door latch. The large canine squatted and wiggled its large body into the seat. It was then I noticed that around its wrists and ankles, it was wearing several glow bands and what seemed to be the shredded remains of a reflective safety vest underneath all that puffy neck fur. The pungent odor filled the cab of the jeep as I looked away. “Um, there’s a lever that you can pull to scoot the seat back for a little more room.” I helpfully suggested as the over-sized guest fumbled with the seatbelt. The passenger seat scooted back and I heard the click of the belt as I took a deep breath. My nose twitched as a grunt was followed by the door closing. “Thank You,” the voice rumbled softly again, my tail twitched as I caught a glint off the large canine’s sharp fangs poking out from its drooping jowls. I nervously adjusted the rearview mirror and shifted the jeep into drive. My heart pounded and strained against my ribs as we drove mostly in silence, except for the beast’s heavy breathing. The wheezing growls and feel of its golden brown fur and solid muscle arm against mine sent shivers from my whiskers to the tip of my tail. The road was empty and stretched ahead as I dared peek over at my passenger. The ChowChow was hunched over, even with the seat all the way back. I felt a bit sorry as its large head bobbed up and down as if it was listening to some unheard music. I figured it was high on something, that would explain the smell and tattered clothes, but still there was something unsettling about the beast. Perhaps it was the way it would tilt its head and stare off into the desert every so often. It could have been the way moonlight seemed to gather around its body, making it glow eerily. My skin almost jumped off my body as all of sudden its huge claw tipped paw lifted from the dash to point at a small sign in the distance. “Bus Stop,” it spoke with a deep voice that held a child’s excitement. Its head bobbed more as its barely noticeable ears twitched, as if that unknown music was getting louder. I relaxed as the stop swiftly approached, turning from a speck to a green bench and worn out sign. The giant sitting next to me grew more excited. It kept pointing at the sign and I could hear the thumps of its wagging tail against the side of the door. “We’re here,” I mumbled softly as the jeep eased to a stop. The beast whimpered as it fumbled to get a hold of its seatbelt with its large claw tipped hands. Leaning over turned out to be a BIG mistake as my snout pressed against something large and musky. Blushing I tried to pull away but only ended up rubbing my face against the now obviously male’s crotch. Finally I managed to unclick the seatbelt as I could hear a throaty growl from above. “Sorry, I didn’t mean...” I started to apologize, worried that I made the large canine upset. He however cut me off as he oh so gently placed a huge paw on the back of my head reassuringly. His paw pinned my nose to his musk and piss scented crotch as I blushed. After several heart pounding minutes of being held and pet, my vision blurred. It was then when he helped me sit up and pointed at the door. His paws were struggling to work the handle and the poor guy was clearly getting frustrated. I gave him a nod as I scooted out and around the front of the jeep. As soon as the door opened he spilled out. The sheer size of him left me frozen as my ears didn’t even reach past his knees. Amazed that he managed to stuff himself into my vehicle, I looked down at his feet. The huge paws shifted as I felt a tap on my head. Looking up I saw his face as he sheepishly smiled down at me. “Thank you, let me repay you.” he spoke softly as his paws dug into his pockets. After a few minutes of searching he pulled his paws out and kicked his feet. “Um, it seems I don’t have any money.” He looked sad but before I could say anything he seemed to perk up. Before I knew it, I was staring up at a pair of massive dog balls and an even bigger rod. I blushed as his dick was almost as big as I was. The heavy scent of arousal hung in the air as the moon lit up the strange sight. I heard him huff softly as completely entranced, I watched as his massive hand engulfed the root of that tool. He growled and whimpered as his claws dug into his flesh. Horrified, I tried to get him to stop, but the words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth as he howled up at the full moon and ripped his member and balls right off. The coppery smell of blood filled the air as he bent down to present me with the complete package. “I can’t accept..” I started to say as he dropped it into my arms and ran off. He waved shyly from behind the bus stop bench. I gave a little sigh and packed the dog cock and jewels into the passenger seat as I looked around. Seeing no one else was in the area I gave the tip of the bits a lick. It tasted of piss and dog arousal but it wasn’t too bad. Hiding a blush I gave the not so scary beast a wave goodbye and hopped back into the jeep. “So yeah that's how I ended up here at this diner.” *** “Oh dear,” a skunk waitress wearing a name tag that read, Debra, chuckled. “It seems you ran into Josh. Poor thing. He always comes up this way with a pack of werewolves, every full moon and they always ditch him somewhere in the desert after partying. He’ll give you a fright but he won't hurt a flea.” “But he ripped off his junk and gave it to me. I don’t know what to even do with it.” The small diner’s tail twitched as he was glad the restaurant was empty except for the lone waitress. “Oh! That has happened a lot. You don’t know much about werewolves do you?” Debra giggled as she slid into the booth. “First werewolves and by extension weredogs get a bad rep from old horror movies. Your typical were just wants to get out, party, and hang with their pack. Two, they can regenerate pretty much any injury so long they aren’t hurt by silver. That's why it’s fairly common that they will offer a part of themselves rather than money.” “Oh! I see now. Any idea what I should do with it?” Debra blushed and rubbed at her tail. “I’ve cooked up Josh’s bits before. I even have a set at home for you know.” She giggled using her fluffy tail to hide behind. “Really?” His interest peaked as he grinned. “Can I get it all cooked up?” He blushed as his stomach suddenly growled, reminding him that he hadn’t at all since he started his trip. The waitress nodded and helped bring the soon to be weredog meal into the kitchen. As he waited for a meal the diner reflected on the words Debra had spoken. He made a note to set his trips to come along this way as often as he could, even if it meant driving took longer. The chance to meet Josh again was well worth the hours of boredom he thought as the delicious aroma of his meal cooking made his tummy growl loudly.