“Uhhhn. . . ohmygod. . .” It was daybreak and Tisha’s head was pounding. The lioness lifted herself from the passenger seat, one hand on her forehead, eyes half-lidded as she fought to recollect her senses. Her ears rang; her midriff felt cold and sore; her tail swayed restlessly. “Oh? You’re finally awake?” The lynx driver said. Tisha blinked, looking out the window. They were parked at a gas station in a seemingly remote area, surrounded by plains. It was cloudy outside. “W-where am I?” Tisha asked. “And who are you?” “You. . .  hitchhiked with me last night.” Tisha gulped. “I-I did?” “Yes. Don’t you remember?” Tisha blushed and bowed her head. “No. . . I don’t. . . . —Where is my jacket!?” Her eyes widened as she finally realised that she was half-naked, clad only in a sports bra and a tight pair of grey briefs. “Hey, don’t worry.” The driver’s voice had a strangely reassuring quality. “Didn’t you wear this from the start? You said it felt too hot.” “But— I’m not. . . used to being this exposed. . .” Tisha whispered, pressing her knees together. “N-not even with my boyfriend. . .” “Why are you saying as if you just woke up in my car? We met last night. You wanted me to drop you off at this place.” “I guess I must be really drunk. . .” Tisha glanced outside. “I really didn’t plan to come here. . . This place is completely foreign to me. Why did I want to come here?” “Not my problem.” The driver shrugged. “It’s your business if you can’t remember.” Tisha grimaced. She leaned back and glanced around the car, taking in the expensive details of the leather seats and dashboard. The driver was a tawny-furred lynx, well-dressed, about six foot tall. She seemed somewhat younger than Tisha, possibly twenty-two years old. “I’ll be. . . off then,” Tisha said, turning to open the door. “Hey. Your payment.” Tisha blinked. “P-payment?” The lynx suddenly lunged forward and kissed Tisha on the lips. It lasted only a moment before she pulled away, licking her lips. “W-w-what was that for!?” Tisha gasped, pushing herself against the door. Her exposed fur tingled as though she had been given an electric shock. “Just making sure you’re still as good a kisser as last night,” the lynx smirked. —Before Tisha could question her, the door opened by itself, and the lioness tumbled out onto the hard concrete. She stumbled to her bare feet, trembling with humiliation and confusion, wondering why she was so dizzy and hot all over. The car engine revved as the lynx reversed out of the gas station, gave Tisha a little wave, then drove away, leaving her in the dust. “B-bitch. . .” Tisha growled, gathering her things. A cold wind blew across the empty plains. She wrapped her arms around herself and headed towards the nearest building, which was the gas station convenience store. A bell chimed as she stepped inside, the air still warm from the heater. The place was mostly empty, with a half-asleep chinchilla reading the morning newspaper behind the counter. “Ha~. . . haa~. . .” Tisha panted, plodding to the bathroom. She slipped inside and locked the door, looking at herself in the mirror. “What. . . did I do last night?” she asked aloud. The bell rang outside. Tisha continued checking herself in the mirror. Aside from the uncharacteristic lack of clothing, she seemed fine. Her gold-yellow eyes had no signs of drug use, her nostrils were clear. She sighed, turning on the water tap and splashing her face. Then she grabbed some paper towels and wiped herself dry. The bell rang again. “Huh?” Tisha looked up. “Someone else is here?” She unlocked the bathroom door and peeked out, seeing two pairs of ears through the shelves. One pair belonged to the chinchilla she saw earlier, the other pair to a black cat, who seemed to be buying breakfast at the counter. “—Did you see that crazy display on the highway last night?” The cat spoke, his voice deep and husky. Tisha’s ears pricked. “Nah,” the chinchilla replied in a slow, country accent. “Was asleep.” “I was driving home with my girlfriend from a party, and I saw this strange vehicle pulled over by the side of the road, and there were these two lions—” Tisha gulped. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt compelled to show herself to these two men. The urge was so strong that she had already started moving. “—Don’t see that everyday.” “No. Hell no.” Tisha parted her lips, taking a deep breath. She stepped out from behind the shelves. Her legs shook, yet she continued walking towards the counter, straightening her posture to show off her curvy body. Her face burned, and her pulse raced, but she knew that it wasn’t an option not to obey. She was really going to do this. . . The chinchilla’s eyes widened as Tisha strode up to the counter. The black cat paused mid-sentence. He seemed much older than the lynx driver, with a thick black beard and broad shoulders. “Hey,” Tisha breathed, giving them a warm smile. She walked past the counter and began posing for them, throwing her chest out, and planting her hands on her hips. The pair’s mouths hung open. What was she doing? This wasn’t her. Yet, the words that came from her mouth sounded just like her. “My name is Tisha.” The black cat stepped closer, staring at Tisha’s bare midriff and cream-coloured underside fur. “Wow. . . uh. . . you’re very pretty.” Slowly, her numbed senses returned to her. She fought to control herself, struggling to speak as her body moved on its own. “It’s been a while since I met such any handsome men. . .” she heard herself saying. Her tail twitched; the cold air touched her body in places that it shouldn’t have. “W-wait. . .” she moaned. “Stop looking at me!” “What?” The black cat cocked his head. “You’re making me feel so hot~. . .” Tisha continued speaking without thinking. Her hands moved down her body, and. . . and. . . Tisha tried everything in her power to resist, but she had no control over herself. Her eyes widened as she watched her paws drift lower, tugging the waistband of her briefs. . . “Don’t look. . . don’t look. . .” “Well, ma’am,” the chinchilla remarked, his muzzle stretching into a grin. “I can’t not look.” “Neither can I,” the black cat added. “Please. . . d-don’t tell anyone about this. . . I didn’t want to do this. . . really, I didn’t. . . something is making me do it. . .!” “You have a very unusual way of going about asking for a ride,” the chinchilla smirked. Tisha grit her teeth and stepped closer, thrusting out her chest and planting her hands on her thighs. “Look, mister~” she whispered. “I’m not being myself today. . .  —you’ll help me, won’t you?” The black cat didn’t even attempt to hide his wide grin. “How can I refuse such an offer? I’d be happy to help you with your problem.” No! Tisha’s face flushed red as the tomcat reached out and took her paws in his own. “Please,” she moaned, gazing into his green eyes. “I want to get to that mountain. . . —d-don’t take advantage of me. . .” “Alright then,” he replied, guiding Tisha back out the store, her bare paws slapping on the cold tiles. “Y-you don’t have to pay for the gas!” the chinchilla said as the cat tossed some money onto the counter. “My treat!” he replied. “—this is going to be one hell of a day!” The door opened with a ring. Tisha yelped as she was pulled outside, into the grey morning, her tail pressed against the black cat’s side. A moment later, they were in the car, pulling out of the gas station lot. Tisha slumped in the seat, feeling numb and dizzy. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling. She covered her eyes with her paws, too ashamed to speak. “Whoa. . .” the tomcat muttered. “I just realised. . . I never asked your name.” “It’s. . .” Tisha whimpered, slowly removing her paws from her face. “It’s Tisha.” “Tisha,” he repeated. “A fine name for a fine lioness.” She squirmed, tightening her grip on her thighs. “My name is Vagan.” He reached out to touch Tisha’s neck fur. She gasped as his claws combed through the downy fluff. “S-stop. . .! —Please continue talking. . . I need to keep my mind off this. . .” “What’s wrong?” Tisha narrowed her eyes, keeping them fixed on the road. The curse was overtaking her body once more. “Ugh. . .!” She suddenly jerked in her seat, panting and whimpering. “F-fuck. . . It’s back. . .!” “What is?” Vagan asked, stroking her mane. Tisha felt a heat rising from her chest, spreading downwards to her hips and up her spine. “M-my urge to. . . do things. . .” Her paw drifted towards the hem of her briefs, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Vagan glanced at Tisha, taking his eyes off the road. His gaze traced her neck, her chest, her midriff, all the way down to the little triangle of grey cloth. “All right.” For the next several hours, a lot of things happened. Yet, these events didn’t leave any memory in Tisha’s mind. The trip was mostly a blur of sensation. She feels like her mind was lost somewhere on the long stretch of highway, drifting out into the sea of grassy fields that rolled past the windows. Tisha felt like she was drifting too, lost in her own body, her senses muddled, her mind far away. It was like a fever dream; nothing made sense. “—wanted me to drop you off here,” An unfamiliar voice echoed through her mind. “—Ah!” Tisha opened her eyes with a gasp. The car had stopped moving. It was parked in the shade of a grove of trees, close to the base of a mountain. “Girl?” “Mmmmm~?” Tisha rolled her head and groaned, half-conscious. “We’re here.” She raised her head, slowly registering her surroundings. Vagan was nowhere to be seen. . . . “Where is the tomcat?” “The tomcat? I have no idea.” Tisha blinked. She was no longer in Vagan’s car. This driver is a large male wolf, grey-furred and lanky, clad in jeans and a dark blue windbreaker. “What’s your name?” Tisha asked, feeling dizzy. “. . . I already told you that, miss,” the wolf replied, a frown on his muzzle. “Anyway, I just want to say that it was great meeting you. You’ve helped me realise some things about myself. Now that we’re finally here, I’m not sure how to thank you.” Tisha gulped. She twisted herself to glance out the window. They were stopped at a turn-off from the highway, in front of a rusty signpost that said, ‘SOUTH FORK: 30 km.’ “I think. . .” Tisha breathed. “I need to stop hitchhiking.” “Are you all right, miss?” She sighed and leaned back in her seat. “. . . No.” Tisha gazed into the rearview mirror, catching sight of herself. She was wearing some kind of thong swimsuit and nothing else, her paws gripping the edge of the seat as if she had been helping herself moments earlier. Her throat tightened. She whimpered, shuddering and shaking her head. “. . . —What did I do to myself?” she whispered, rubbing her arms. “You okay, miss?” Tisha blushed and covered her face with her paws. “Y-yes, I’m fine. . .” she mumbled. “I will be off now.” “Take care.” The car door opened. Tisha stepped out onto the dusty gravel, feeling the breeze on her fur. She glanced at the wolf one last time, seeing his eyes tracing her figure before he gave her a thumbs-up. Then the door slammed shut, and he drove away. Tisha wrapped her arms around herself and trembled, unsure what to do next. How many men had she been passed off to? She looked down at herself, taking in her scant clothing. Her feet were still bare, her breasts barely contained by the fabric of her swimsuit, her legs glistening with sweat. “Ugh. . .” Tisha groaned, massaging her temples. “I can’t believe this is happening to me. . . My ex would’ve loved to see this. . .” The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the road. A horn blared from behind. Tisha jumped and spun around. A massive eighteen-wheeler was parked on the side of the highway. “Get in,” a voice boomed. “I’m going where you’re going.” Please let it end. Tears began to well up in Tisha’s eyes as she approached the truck, her paws shaking. It had to end soon. “Well, howdy there!” a deep male voice greeted her as she climbed into the cabin. It had to stop. Tisha took in the truck driver, a fat, burly gazelle with a tuft of grey fur on his chin. He wore a white shirt and cargo pants, and he was easily twice her size. “Name’s Gorum,” he said. “Welcome aboard!” “I’m. . . Tisha. . .” she replied, her ears drooping as she sat on the seat. “Nice name.” “Where are you going?” she asked. “I’m headed all the way to Reno,” Gorum replied. “Gonna pick up a shipment there and then bring it to Vegas.” Tisha trembled, rubbing her legs together as the truck pulled onto the road. “That’s where I’m going,” she said, giving him a weak smile. “. . . . Let’s be friends.” The road stretched on ahead, seemingly endless.