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When he makes that mistake on ride through the desert, help comes along in the form of the surprising Sierra, a small, female jackal trying to make ends meet at her workshop in the middle of nowhere. When it comes time to pay what he owes, however, Leo finds himself in hot water, and Sierra isn't one to be denied her payment, even if she intends to take something much more valuable than money!\n\nThis was a rejected submission for an erotica publication, but I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Hopefully this will tide you all over while I work on a couple commissions.\n\nLeo Crosswire and Sierra are both characters I created for this story, please don't use them without my expressed and direct permission.\n\nAs always, read, comment and enjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Leo Crosswire is a coyote who often flirts with death on his motorcycle, but he never intends to come so close that he has to depend on a fellow fur for help. When he makes that mistake on ride through the desert, help comes along in the form of the surprising Sierra, a small, female jackal trying to make ends meet at her workshop in the middle of nowhere. When it comes time to pay what he owes, however, Leo finds himself in hot water, and Sierra isn't one to be denied her payment, even if she intends to take something much more valuable than money!

This was a rejected submission for an erotica publication, but I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Hopefully this will tide you all over while I work on a couple commissions.

Leo Crosswire and Sierra are both characters I created for this story, please don't use them without my expressed and direct permission.

As always, read, comment and enjoy!", "writing": "The desert.\n\nA barren wasteland, covered in sand and stones as far as the eye could see, breeding life for only the most desperate of creatures. It is a place that has no love for the average coyote...\n\nAnd it has even less to spare for their machines.\n\n\"Why...the hell...does this thing...weigh 600 freaking pounds?!\"\n\nCursing his misfortunes between exasperated breaths, Leo Crosswire had both paws on a his handlebars as he pushed the bulk of his empty hog down the road, dripping sweat from his head all the way to his feet, so much that he could feel puddles of perspiration forming in his riding boots. The coyote might have collapsed from heat exhaustion already, if not for leaving his leather jacket on the seat of his motorcycle; his white t-shirt was soaked through, and his jeans felt like lead weights that hung from his hips as a punishment for his hubris. He couldn't count the number of times he'd made the run between Tucson and Kearny, but he preferred to take the back roads, and even a slight miscalculation would leave a body stranded in the middle of the desert with no hope for survival.\n\n[i]Man, I never really noticed just how much [b]nothing[/b] there is out here![/i] He thought, as the two miles that he'd pushed the empty cruiser felt like two hundred without a change of scenery. All he'd left behind was a trail of sweat, and all he'd seen along the way was the same old dusty, reddish sand blowing around in the occasional breeze, dotted by a cactus or two.[i] I knew I should have stopped for gas before I left town. Damn 2012 models don't even have a gas gauge, what the hell did I pay all that money for anyway?[/i]\n\nLeo's mental cries of anguish might have come in vain, as no amount of money could buy him a way out of this mess, and he was beginning to fear that he really might not make it to civilization again. As bad luck would have it, his cell phone had no reception in the middle of nowhere, but as good luck would have it, help wasn't quite a phone call away.\n\nIt was just over the hill.\n\nClenching down on the handlebars with a white-knuckle grip and the last of his draining determination, Leo pushed his motorcycle up one last bump in the road, and just over the horizon, he could see a small shack a little further up the road. Revitalized at the prospect of making it out of his own mistakes alive, the coyote hopped up onto his seat and gave a quick push with his paws, using the small hill to build up a little speed so he could coast down, saving himself that much more effort. \"Wooooo[b]HOO![/b] I have never been so happy to see a shack that looks straight out of a 'B list' horror film!\" he said to himself, enjoying the casual breeze that wicked away some of his sweat as he rolled lazily down the hill towards what he hoped was salvation.\n\nDust kicked up off of the battered road as Leo rolled down the lazy slope, but the feelings of elation started to fade, little by little as he drew closer to the rundown building. The more he thought about all of his trips on this shortcut, the more he realized he'd never really seen or paid attention to the establishment, and sure enough, as his motorcycle came to a halt right in front of the entrance to the garage, it looked for sure like the place was deserted. \"Huh. At least a b-list horror shack would have had a murderer in it to finish me off a little faster.\"\n\n\"Thank God, a customer!!!\" came a voice from inside, one that Leo never heard as the mechanic couldn't contain their excitement, their tail swishing and flicking about in a frenzy. \n\nLeo never bothered to look in the dusty window of the shack to see that there was someone standing behind the counter inside, opting rather to knock on the garage door where his bike came to a halt. Above the garage he could see the words \"No Man's Land Garage\" in faded, yellowing letters, obviously more of a pristine gold at one point in their life. \n\n[i][b]Tok tok tok[/b][/i], his knuckles rapped on the worn door but he received no answer at first, and didn't hear anyone rustling around inside. Growing desperate and realizing that he might have to scavenge whatever he could find, Leo planted his kickstand and took a step back, looking over the building. There was a small porch leading out from the front door with a bench that could accommodate two on it, though it looked as if it had never been used. The porch, door, and the entire building appeared to have a wooden construction, and it was a modest sized place, at best. Taking a step away from the garage, Leo could see inside and saw what looked to be a contrasting interior; the floors were tile and well kept, there was a counter with a cash register and some pens on it, and a few chairs on the wall for a waiting area. [i]Whoever built this place must have had really high expectations[/i], Leo thought.\n\nThe last place to look for something useful was inside, so Leo gave another knock, this time much more firmly at the door, shaking dust and sand off of the door with his knuckles with three solid strikes. He leaned and looked in the window again, but didn't see anyone stirring or any signs that someone was there. \n\n[i][b]Whiiiiiiiir...[/b][/i] Instead of the front door swinging open, now, the garage door started to move, and Leo actually took a step back, spooked at the notion that the thing was lifting all on its own. The dehydration was really starting to get to him, but he pushed his paranoia to the back of his mind as he stepped back over to the garage door. Right as he was approaching, a paw stepped out from the door towards him.\n\n\"You must be in some kinda trouble to stop here, stranger. Hopefully I can be of some help to you?\" came a voice with a hint of southern drawl, and an attitude that was all business, despite being so soft and feminine. Out from the garage and into Leo's view stepped a small, short, female jackal, her hair a tussled mess and slung back into a haphazard ponytail under a backwards cap that was so stereotypical, Leo rationalized that she had to be not only the owner of the garage, but the mechanic, as well. Her attire completed the thought, the little lady clad in a pair of just as stereotypical overalls, and a t-shirt underneath to help preserve her modesty. \"Name's Sierra, by the by.\"\n\n\"Leo,\" Leo replied simply and dryly. \"If you have some gasoline and water, you could be my guardian angel in disguise.\"\n\nSierra was so excited at the prospect of just having a customer that she didn't bother considering how he might be. A quick scan over the exhausted coyote told her all she needed to know, seeing his fur bleeding through his shirt as it was soaked in sweat, so deeply that he looked like he'd taken a shower with his clothes on. \"You poor thing, you look absolutely [b]parched![/b] Let me roll that thing inside for you and fill'er up.\"\n\nLeo was going to stop her. She was diminutive at best, but he was reaching the edges of heat stroke and didn't want to push any further than he had to. Sierra did well by the timeless adage that big things come in small packages by kicking out his kickstand and easily bracing the hog in her small but well-toned arms, digging her paws into the sandy drive and wheeling it into her garage with minimal effort. [i]Damn. That'll show me to judge a book by its cover[/i], he thought.\n\n\"You can follow me into the garage,\" she said, not even breathing heavily from moving the 600 pound machine. She put the kickstand back out when it was in the center of the garage, and as Leo followed her in, he was surprised by what he felt shouldn't be a surprise at all: the garage was completely barren of any other vehicles. Spare parts littered the shelves and floors and her toolkit, but there were very few liquid messes or spills, and any that he could see were already entirely dried into the cement floor. \"Sorry it's not exactly the cleanest place on earth right now, but I hadn't been expecting too many customers today,\" she explained, trying to act as though having a slow day was uncommon for her. She was a mechanic at heart, but she had at least a little business savvy about her.\n\nDesperate for a drink, so much that he was willing to trust a total stranger in the literal middle of nowhere, Leo followed Sierra right into the messy garage and leaned against a wall. \"Water is inside, fella,\" she mentioned, and the coyote slumped back off the wall and onto his unsteady paws, following behind the tiny jackal into the office of the garage. Just inside the door was what he'd seen through the window, making the shop seem even smaller inside than it looked from the outside, but such things were trivial to Leo as he saw a water cooler up against the inside wall, something that had been just out of his line of sight from the window. \"Help yourself to all that you need while I top off your tank,\" Sierra offered, making sure that Leo had taken a cup and taken a seat before she went back outside to work. [i]Poor guy looked absolutely exhausted. Doubt he'll be able to get where he's going in that condition...[/i]\n\nWorking in the garage was what Sierra lived for, so as much as she loved having a customer in the shop again, she was disappointed inside that all she had to do was fill a motorcycle with some gas. Stepping back into the garage and closing the door behind her, Sierra grabbed up a large gas can from the floor and popped the lid off of the gas tank on the motorcycle. With a three gallon tank, it didn't take long, and slowly, the[i][b] glub glub glub[/b][/i] of gasoline trickling into the tank came to a stop, and Sierra placed the cap back on the tank. She'd hoped for something more than this, and secretly, she needed a lot more; this was likely to be her only customer for the day, and she was already afraid she might lose her composure around him for having such a simple fix. Bills were piling up, even for a shanty in the middle of the desert, and at the end of the day, Sierra simply didn't have the funds to make ends meet. With only a few days to go and time running out, her business could be closed by the end of the month.\n\nBack inside, Leo was finally starting to feel a fraction of normalcy once again as he sipped his water as slow as he could, knowing it was the better way to combat dehydration, but he was already on his third refill and having trouble slowing down. Now that he had a moment to think and some solace to do so in, Leo was nearly panicked at realizing how close he really came to dying. He never would have made it to town without succumbing to heat stroke, and if he'd been stuck out in the desert in the middle of the night, he might have died in his sleep from the extreme cold that very few people outside the desert knew about. Shivering at the prospect, the coyote went and refilled his cup again, sipping at it out of nervous habit at this point. \"Just need to stay upright on the bike long enough to get to Kearny and find some food and a hotel for the night, and never,[b] ever[/b] make this mistake again...hope I've got my hotel card with me...\"\n\n[i]Oh. Shit.[/i]\n\nLeo chugged his cup of water and set the empty on the counter before shooting up to his paws and feeling around in his pockets. He always kept his wallet in his back pocket, and only in getting his senses back did he realize he didn't feel it on his rump when he was sitting. [i]Front pocket, maybe?[/i] he pondered, but digging his paws all the way into each front pocket yielded nothing. Not trusting the pockets on his jacket to keep anything in at a high rate of speed, he never left his wallet in it, leaving him at his disappointing conclusion.[i] I forgot my fucking wallet.[/i]\n\n\"Back on your paws already? The shape you were in, I thought you might be asleep across the chairs when I came back in!\" Sierra said as she came back through the door with a kindly smile, the same one she'd greeted Leo with when he first arrived. \"Gotta admit, stranger, I was pretty worried about you when you pulled up. I thought I might have to call an ambulance!\"\n\n\"Definitely not one hundred percent yet,\" Leo admitted, \"But I am feeling quite a bit better. I hope the bike wasn't any trouble?\"\n\nSierra shook her head and stepped behind the register. \"Not a bit, Mr...?\"\n\n\"Crosswire.\"\n\n\"Well, Mr. Leo Crosswire, three gallons of premium gas is only gonna run ya about $14.35 with tax.\"\n\nSweat felt like it might start pouring down Leo's face, but it wasn't from the heat, this time. He still didn't really know this girl, and while she didn't look like much, she had already surprised him a couple times, and even if she was just a normal desert maiden, he didn't want to disappoint her after the excellent service she provided. \"Yeah...about that.\"\n\n[i]Should've asked for the payment up front, Sierra. When will you ever learn?[/i]\n\nComposure was already fading from the jackal's muzzle as she tried to smile and shake it off, but it clearly wasn't going to work, and already, Leo had his eyes on the exit. \"Lemme guess, Leo. You're just another random passerby who happened to see an opportunity to fill up for free at the expense of some stupid little girl mechanic. Is that right?\"\n\n\"I never said you were a little girl, but-\"\n\n\"But nothin'! Every time one of you dumb, motorhead jerks rolls through here, you just need a top off of gas or an oil change, but you never have a damn dime to your name to pay for any of it! Do you know how hard it is finding business out here?!\"\n\n\"Probably really tough, but-\"\n\n\"And what is [b]that[/b] supposed to mean?\"\n\nLeo knew he could do no right with his words. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and tried to regain his own composure, getting the impression that Sierra wasn't going to get hers back anytime soon. \"Listen. I'm sorry you're having a rough go of it with sales, but I forgot my wallet back in Tucson. If you let me go back to get it, I'll-\"\n\n\"As if I'd ever see you again!\" Sierra chided, dropping her fist on the cash register in frustration and making the cash drawer slide out. Huffing, she slammed it back into place so hard that it nearly bucked the whole rig off the counter. \"Just get out of here, would ya?\"\n\n\"If you would just let me finish, I'm telling you, I could pay for this!\"\n\nSierra rolled her eyes. \"Oh, shut up!\" she barked, walking away from the register with her paws balled up to try and contain her growing anger. Her blood was boiling so hot that steam threatened to shoot out of her long, tufted ears. \"Why in the hell would I trust some random guy who I've [b]never[/b] met before to come back and pay what he owes?\"\n\nAwful didn't even begin to describe how Leo felt. From the moment he saw the old, run-down garage, he knew that it was a struggling establishment, if it were open at all, and to see a young lady working so hard at something, only to have it end in failure was moving him to sadness, as well. \"If you'll let me, I know a thing or two about motorcycles. I could help you clean up your shop in the meantime in exchange for payment, and the next time I come through these parts, I can pay you what I owe.\"\n\n\"Don't need your help,\" Sierra said in a lowly growl, trying to bite back the flow of tears as she kept her back turned to her customer. She tried her best to look busy in the garage, picking up an old, rusted out piece of metal and eyeing it pensively as if it still had any kind of use whatsoever.\n\n\"I full well believe you don't need it.\"\n\nSierra paused. \"What...?\"\n\n\"I'm sure someone like you [b]doesn't[/b] need my help,\" Leo agreed with her, \"You must be awfully resourceful to make it on your own out in the middle of nowhere like this, but I'm a man of my word, and I don't like to leave a debt unpaid. At least let me help you clean up the shop a bit before I go, if nothing else.\"\n\nThe jackal sighed and set the rusted old metal back on top of her workbench, still refusing to turn back and face her customer. If there was one thing she hated, it was showing off any signs of weakness, especially to a male, given that she worked in what was still considered a 'man's industry.' \"I'm running awfully low on shop towels. I don't know if I'd still have enough let for you to help me clean this mess up.\" She was reaching at straws to try and get the coyote to leave her in peace, though his pressing generosity was refreshing.\n\n\"Give me a chance to earn your trust, then. I'll head back to Tucson to get my wallet, and bring you the shop towels, just to be fair. I've caused you this much trouble already.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, but I still don't trust you [b]that[/b] much. I'll come up with something,\" Sierra said, thinking aloud as she finally managed to contain her tears enough to turn back around, keeping herself from letting out even a single sniffle. \"Though, I think I just got an idea, if you really are that desperate for me to trust you.\"\n\n\"I knew you were crafty. What did you come up with that quickly?\" Leo asked.\n\n\"Take off your shirt.\"\n\nLeo coughed. \"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"The darn thing is drenched so badly I can see your abs coming through,\" Sierra pointed out, gesturing down at the toned midsection that Leo was sporting. \"If you let me have it, I can slice it up into some towels to at least get the garage all cleaned up. It's not perfect, but if you let me, I'll consider your debt paid, Mr. Crosswire.\"\n\n\"You can call me Leo,\" the coyote replied, stretching his arms up over his head and spreading his four-pack up as he pulled the sweat soaked cloth from his body, struggling to pull it over his head as it clung to his fur. \"And if that's what it'll take to earn your trust, consider it done. It's just a shirt, after all.\"\n\nSierra took the shirt from Leo as he offered it to her with a glance of surprise. She wasn't shocked by the stacked body of the coyote, or even the fact that he so easily gave up his shirt. It was the fact that he was trying so hard to earn her trust that had her truly shocked. \"Y-you're sure? You won't be getting this back, y'know.\"\n\nLeo nodded. \"Like I said, it's just a shirt.\"\n\nHis demeanor was so cooperative that Sierra imagined he must think she was coming onto him, so the jackal rolled her eyes again and slipped a pocket knife from the front pocket on her overalls and set the shirt down on her workbench, cutting it into four even sections and setting two of them aside to finish drying off. \"Well, I [b]do[/b] appreciate the kind gesture, Leo, but you're not just gonna stand around my shop looking suspicious. You [b]will[/b] get some work done.\"\n\n\"I'm more than happy to help, if it makes us even. Where should I start?\" Leo inquired, watching as Sierra picked up a small tub and filled it with a mix of soap and water from her work sink, just to the side of her bench. \n\nA wet, soapy rag was tossed at the coyote. \"You can start by walking around the floor and scrubbing good and hard, anywhere that you see even a little stain. Fourteen bucks an hour is pretty good pay for a mechanic's assistant, so I'm gonna get my money's worth,\" Sierra instructed, and as if he really were just her apprentice, Leo walked over to the first oil stain he could find and knelt down, scrubbing right at it. \"If we end up having enough time, we can maybe go clean the inside of the shop a bit.\"\n\nBubbles started coming up the moment that Leo put the rag to the oil, and sure enough, the offending stain was lifted rather quickly, leading the coyote to believe that there was something in the mixture that he didn't really want on his paws, but he was obligated, and he refused to stop working. \"I hope we get that far. I'll probably still feel bad if we only get the floor cleaned up,\" he admitted. \"And if I haven't made it perfectly clear, I really am sorry for causing you so much trouble...\"\n\nAs Leo's voice faded off, Sierra joined in with a quiet sigh. \"Don't be so sorry, Leo. It was a mistake, and as far as I can tell, it was an honest one out of you. It could happen to anybody, really; it's just annoying when it happens [b]every single time[/b] someone pulls up to your shop. I've started asking for money up front, but big, burly biker dudes tend to get pretty standoffish when you do that, so for my own safety, I usually just do their service and send them on their way.\"\n\n\"You actually let people take advantage of you like that? If I were you, I'd have put that knife to good use a couple times,\" Leo weighed in as his paws weighed down the rag, and he crawled over to the next stain.\n\nSierra felt insulted at first, but she knew that the coyote meant well, so she shook her head. \"If you don't get the average angry driver with a good cut the first time, you don't want to be around when they come back for you, so doing that never seemed like such a good idea,\" she explained. \"Trust me, it's been[b]very[/b] tempting thought, but...I guess my folks were right. It was kinda stupid of me to get this place all by myself. It's way too dangerous for a young woman to do on her own.\" Tears started welling up in the corners of Sierra's eyes once more, but this time, she didn't turn away from Leo; he wasn't looking at her anyway.\n\nLeo scoffed at that. \"It's not too dangerous at all! You pushed my motorcycle into your garage like it didn't weigh a thing, and you're pretty good with that knife. Maybe [b]some[/b] people wouldn't be cut out for it, but I honestly think [b]you[/b] could have this place thriving in no time.\"\n\n\"What gives you that idea, Leo?\"\n\n\"I'm a marketing consultant for a company in Tucson,\" he replied, \"And I know a thing or two about running a successful business, since my whole job is telling people how to make their business truly successful, and I like to think I'm pretty good at it.\" \n\nSierra looked around her shop. It was dirty, certainly, but it wasn't [i]too[/i] dirty. It had a great character to it, one that she had always seen, and it was the very reason she picked the location and building in the first place. She'd become so downtrodden about her poor sales figures that she felt like she lost her identity a little bit, but she was never more sure in her heart that her place was in the garage, working on engines and doing what she loved. \"Do ya really think I could get this place back up and running again?\"\n\n\"Sure you could, but it starts with having a paying customer base,\" Leo reminded her, \"And I'm not done paying my debt yet.\" \n\nIt was a cold truth, but one that Sierra needed to hear, and one she needed to come to terms with. \"I don't suppose you could help pay me back by giving me a little friendly advice on how to drum up some sales, could you?\"\n\n\"Put a spike strip in the road outside.\"\n\nSierra chuckled, but sneered at her newfound assistant. \"Funny, but I don't think it'll really do me that much good. I've only got so many spare tires in the back.\"\n\nAnother stain was lifted from the floor as Leo scooted around to the other side of his motorcycle, finding it the only real obstacle in his quest to clean the floor. \"Truth be told, a successful business is all about location. Being at the halfway point between two cities might seem like a good idea, but unless there's something else around you to draw in customers for other needs, it's going to be tough to draw in too many clients. I think you'd do a lot better if you could afford to move your business a little closer to Tucson, actually.\"\n\nPart of the appeal of the shop that Sierra ran was the 'middle of nowhere' style that it wore so well, but it was [b]too[/b] middle of nowhere. There weren't enough customers, the place looked suspicious just sitting by itself on the side of the road, and the area around it was about as attractive as a carcass rotting in the sun on the highway. Perhaps worst of all, Sierra found herself lonely as could be most nights, sleeping by herself on a bed in the back. \"As if I could ever find the money to relocate this place,\" Sierra huffed, but she had to admit to herself that the coyote had a very good point, and now, she felt a bit silly for erecting the building where she did. \"I s'pose it is a novel idea, though.\"\n\n\"You never know,\" Leo countered. \"You could find a way to pull it off, if you're really as crafty as you seem to be.\" A few more stains followed suit with the others, and before an hour was up, Leo had the floor looking as clean as the day the cement was poured, and Sierra was beaming at the sight. It felt like a brand new garage again just from a little change, and already, she got the gist of how Leo could make a business successful; he was a strong man with a positive attitude and optimism enough to go around, and when he found your best trait, he honed in on it and reminded you that it was that very thing that made you special. Sierra wasn't the first to notice it about him, but she was glad she was getting her chance to.\n\n\"I'm afraid that's awfully wishful thinking, but...I do really appreciate the help, Leo. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to apologize for taking your shirt from you. You're a good guy, and I should have just let you go and get the money.\"\n\nLeo sprung up to his paws and stepped back to the workbench, tossing his rag into the bucket and laughing off her apology. \"Don't worry about it! It would have been wrong of me to leave like that without at least leaving a security deposit, so to speak, and my jacket will keep me plenty warm on the way back to Tucson. For what it's worth, I'm still going to come back and bring you your cash.\"\n\nSierra quickly waved a paw at the idea. \"You really don't have to do all of that for me, Leo. You've done more than enough to earn your tank of gas, and pick up my spirits a bit while you were at it. You can't really put a price on that.\"\n\n\"I suppose not.\"\n\nFor a moment, there was an awkward silence between the pair that felt long overdue. It only then occurred to Sierra how well the two of them clicked once she managed to calm down, and he got rehydrated. \"Listen, Leo...it's getting awfully late out there, and I'm sure you're aware, but getting stuck in the dark in the desert is just as bad as being stuck out in the day, so, you're free to go, if you like.\"\n\nFrom the time he first arrived, the sun was setting over the horizon, but as Leo looked back out the garage door, he saw almost complete and total darkness. He'd never stayed out in the middle of the desert so late, and without the city lights to brighten up the nighttime sky, his canine eyes were having a bit of trouble adjusting. \"I guess I probably should be on my way, Sierra. Unless there's anything else you need my help with?\"\n\n\"I'm flattered,\" Sierra replied, actually feeling warmth creep into her cheeks in the form of a spoiled blush, \"But I mean it. You've done plenty enough to earn your keep today, Leo. I certainly hope my next customer is as much of a class act as you are.\" \n\nKnowing he was racing time, Leo smiled kindly at the jackal who'd saved his rear end and stepped back over to his motorcycle. He picked up his leather jacket and slung it around, slipping his arms into the sleeves and starting the zipper. \"You can't buy southern comfort like this, Sierra. I'm sure it'll all work out for you someday soon.\"\n\nSierra watched with kind eyes as her customer put his jacket back on and got ready to saddle up. Her day had completely turned around, even with her dismal financial situation. There was no doubt in her mind that she would end up losing the shop, but she tried not to dwell on that. Her whole life seemed to be one long dry spell, from being stuck in the middle of the dusty desert, to having next to no customers, and she couldn't even begin to remember the last time she had a good man in bed with her...\n\n[i]Hmm...[/i]\n\n\"But if you're really that desperate to help me out a little bit more, perhaps there is one last thing you could assist me with, Leo.\"\n\nLeo was just starting to swing his leg over his motorcycle when he stopped midair in an awkward pose, like a drunk in a bar fight who reconsidered his decision at the last second. \"I'd be happy to, Sierra. What is it?\"\n\nAs the coyote turned back, he stood in front of his motorcycle and watched the jackal who had defied his expectations all day defy one more. She was lovely, no doubt, but the thought of her as a date had never once crossed his mind until she closed the very small gap between them, her hips swaying, accentuated by the swish of her tail in time, and her paws shyly tucked into her hip pockets. Her eyes locked to his the moment he turned around, a pair of brilliant jades meeting with his cool, calm blues and captivating them so deeply that he didn't dare look away, or even close his eyes, until the very moment that Sierra stepped her hips right up to his own, pressed her surprisingly full bust to his chest, and finally, pressed her lips right upon his muzzle in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.\n\nLeo returned the kiss in clumsy surprise, but Sierra just chuckled against his muzzle and kept it alive. The coyote loved the rush of the wind going through his fur as he powered his motorcycle across the desert countryside, and the thrill of making a sale when his company was absolutely dependent on him closing the deal. Neither of those came close to the complete and total awe he felt when Sierra stole his kiss. In her eyes, he could see a true and deep desire that he'd never seen in a partner before, and in her touch, he could feel every nerve in his lips tingling against her own soft pair, experiencing a need unlike any he'd ever felt from a woman before.\n\n\"Mmmn...mm...\" A quiet gasp from the needy jackal was the only sound to be heard in the still of the desert night, but it was just the start of a song of desire that would last well into the hours of the morning. The next sound was a distinct one, though more innocent than a passerby might think, as the jackal drew her paws back from her pockets and slid them up along the leather jacket that stood between her and the form of the coyote she so desired. Pawtips, delicate and clean for a mechanic, roamed over his body until they found the zipper they were looking for and tugged it down slowly so each set of teeth separating would tease Leo's ears with the prospect of something much more sensual. The coyote obliged her, pushing his arms back as she pushed his jacket off of him and down to the floor with a quiet[i][b] frump[/b][/i]. Any resistance Leo might have had may as well have been on the floor with his jacket, as the delicate lips of the surprising jackal teased and kissed him in a way that he'd never been kissed before.\n\n\"Come back into the office with me. We have to discuss the rest of your payment,\" Sierra whispered, pulling back just enough from the kiss to speak, but staying so scintillatingly close that Leo could feel her every breath as she spoke to him. \n\nLeo felt a gentle tug on one of his paws, and watched as Sierra turned away from him, the cloudy soft fluff of her tail tip brushing just under his chin as she spun around. \"Don't tell me you're adding more charges now, Sierra. I thought you said my debt was paid?\" he asked, playing right along with the flirty air that Sierra provided.\n\n\"Trust me, Leo, I don't think you're gonna mind paying what you owe this time.\"\n\nSierra started sauntering ahead of Leo in the same way she'd approached him, with a sway in her hips that the coyote couldn't believe a mechanic could ever have. Time and time again, she was proving to be much more than met the eyes, and a quiet[i][b]click[/b][/i] just kept her streak alive, as Leo watched one of the straps of her overalls fall down and away from her chest. Her paw was already working on the other one by the time she reached her office door, located just a few feet behind the front counter. The door was almost never locked with the low volume of customers, but this time, when she finished tugging Leo inside, she pushed him up to the door, closing it with his back, and a the paw holding his own broke free and snuck around his side to lock it shut. \"Just so you know...\" Sierra started, looking up to the taller coyote with a lust in her eyes that gave new life to her bright jade orbs, \"This form of payment means a lot more to me than money ever could.\"\n\nLeo started to compliment Sierra for her sincerity, \"You don't seem like the kind of girl to sleep around to me. Seems like everything in your life is pretty special, and [b]mnnn![/b]-\" But he was cut off in the middle of his speech, perhaps using a few too many words for the impatient jackal. His gasp of delight at the kiss renewed was a sure sign he didn't mind, and this time, Sierra wasn't just trying to lure him in; she was going to give him a full service. Her tongue smoothed out over the lips of her coyote, silently begging them to spread apart, and they did so easily. Warm, wet muscles began a dance of fiery passion in their muzzles as Sierra took control of the situation, making sure her body was pressed tight to Leo's before she snuck a paw back and unclasped the other hook on her overalls and let the fabric fall, her modesty preserved now only by the very contact that they shared, but her clothes were already faltering, and not wanting to be a tease, the jackal leaned her chest back just a bit, and her overalls slipped and fell to the floor in a heap, leaving her in nothing more than a dusty old t-shirt and a pair of plain white cotton panties, perfectly fitting for a girl in her profession: practical and comfortable above all else.\n\nEager paws finally got their chance to roam as Leo took the initiative, his eyes closed in the heat of their passionate kiss, but his paws could explore all they wanted, and his ears could hear Sierra's overalls falling down and away. With his mind turning to intent instead of teasing, Leo reached his paws down to her lower back and embraced her, holding her in close, but the lusty jackal pushing her hips back at his paws was a clear sign that she wanted much more than an embrace. Happy to oblige and getting further into the mood himself, Leo lifted her dusty old shirt just out of his way and instead enjoyed the feel of soft, smooth cotton on his pawtips, sliding his paws over the shapely curve of Sierra's backside. \"Mnn...you should really come in for service more often, Leo. I can tell just by your touch that you're long overdue for a good, thorough inspection,\" Sierra chided in, using her profession as a theme for their midnight encounter, and as she returned to their kiss, she could feel Leo smiling against her lips, knowing that he must enjoy it at least a little bit.\n\n\"I'll gladly be your first regular customer if I can expect this kind of service,\" Leo replied, staying in character as the naughty customer that he was, but he denied Sierra a longer kiss in exchange for something better. Like a hungry vampire searching for the jugular, Leo dipped down just slightly and pressed his lips into the soft, smooth fur along her neck and started to kiss the side, leaving a trail of teasing, suckling kisses towards her collarbone, and drawing a series of quiet, adorable squeaks from the pleasured jackal. \"But I'll have to pay up quite a bit if you're always going to provide such excellent service.\"\n\nPaws flew up to the back of Leo's head and clung to his hair, holding on desperately as Sierra could feel every nerve in her body igniting with desire. Such a long dry spell made everything feel extra sensitive, almost painfully so, and while his kisses were delightful, they were taking a little adjustment. Wonderful, pleasurable adjustment. \"You're nowhere near done paying now, far as I'm concerned. [i]Oooh, Leo[/i]...a little lower, please, right on my collarbone...nibble it just...just like that...\"\n\nEach little gasp and quiet moan of pleasure sent another chill down Leo's spine. The coyote wasn't on nearly as long as of a dry spell as his new little slice of jackal, but he'd gone longer than he would like to admit without a good lay, and Sierra could tell. Perhaps it was the way that he knew just where to kiss her, and that he did it so passionately. It may have even been the way his paws refused to sit still, squeezing and stroking gently over her perfectly shaped rump.\n\n\"Well, hello there, big guy...\"\n\nOr maybe it was the fact that even through his jeans, with Sierra so close to him, his boner was already poking her right in the tummy. \"Tell me, Leo, when was the last time you had this thing emptied? Sure looks like you could use a good cleaning and fluid flush.\"\n\nSierra wasn't going too far with the silly role-play for Leo, rather, she was going just far enough, and her actions did more than enough to make up for how silly her words might be, as her paws slipped right from the grooves of the muscles on his powerful back and down around his sides, coming to rest upon the zipper of his jeans. Without waiting for an answer, she undid his belt and tugged the zipper down expertly quick, all thanks to years of practice with her dexterous paws. \"It's been a while, honestly. I can't really remember anymore!\"\n\n\"Seems like no one ever can,\" Sierra teased. \"In any case, you're well over 3,000 miles, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't be any good as a mechanic if I let you leave in this condition,\" she admitted, taking just as much pride in her work in the bedroom as she did in her work in the garage. Showing off more of that surprising quickness and strength, Sierra tugged down hard on Leo's jeans and caught his boxers with them, dropping the whole arrangement to his ankles and letting his length spring free, literally, the fully erect member actually bouncing up against her panties as it was released from its confines. \"Hope you don't mind if I do a little lube job on it to get it ready?\"\n\nLeo gasped, trying his best to adjust rapidly to the situation. He was no stranger to random, unexpected sex, but this one was easily taking the cake. \"Uhm! Well...I'd be crazy to say no to that, and if it'll make your job easier...\"\n\n\"It'll make it [b]much[/b] easier, I assure you.\"\n\n\"Then don't let me stop you, Sierra. Show me what you can do.\"\n\nWith her own engine already firing on all cylinders and her arousal starting to dampen the crotch of her white panties to a near see-through, Sierra smiled up at her coyote and leaned up to press one more kiss to his cheek before sinking down to her knees, letting her paws get right at home in holding the stiff, pulsing length before her. Leo was plenty gifted, and Sierra made sure to visually appreciate every inch of his cock before getting to work. \"It's not often I have someone watching me work, but I kind of like the added pressure,\" Sierra admitted, right before gathering up a little saliva and spitting it onto the fleshy length. \"You'd just better put this thing to good use once I have it in working order again.\"\n\n\"Ooooh! That's a good start...\" Leo moaned, then slowly relaxed as he watched the saliva dribble all the way down from the tip of his member to the very base, pooling at his crotch. One dainty paw curled around the girth of his cock the best that it could as Sierra started a slow, gentle stroke, working the lower half manually while she greedily eyed the tip. Looking up to Leo with eyes full of lust and mischief, the jackal closed her eyes and let her long, canine tongue slip out and glide painfully slow across the head, treating it like an ice cream cone that she wanted to savor. A tiny trickle of precum was her reward, and she lapped it up greedily, all while working her paw up and down at the base.\n\nIt seemed that everything she decided to do, Sierra was amazing at, and Leo was the sole benefactor to all of it. His voice was lost in a sudden and sharp gasp as he took in a breath, watching the crafty jackal work her own saliva into his flesh to get it nice and slick. \"[b]Sierra![/b] Wow...you're absolutely incredible...full of surprises too, did you know that?\" Leo asked, trying not to sound like a porn star as his urge to moan again was brought on by Sierra engulfing the tip of his cock as her only reply. Her tongue and his tip swirled about each other within the wet, warm confines of her muzzle as she took in his flavor, and slurped up every fresh little spurt of precum that his body could give, and as excited as the coyote was, there was plenty. \"Y-you must...good answer!\"\n\n\"Better to have a surprise or two up my sleeve,\" Sierra started speaking, pausing to take a tight, hard suckle at the tip of a now glistening cock, \"Than to put it all on the table before I even get started.\" The depth of her character and personality was impressive, but it wasn't the first thing on either of their minds as Sierra admired her handiwork and decided that he was more than ready. Against the wall was a tempting place to mate for the needy jackal, but her bed, simple and often unused, was the perfect place for them to mate, in her mind. \"Enough playing along and being silly, Leo. Think you're up to being a true canine and taking me doggy style on the bed?\"\n\nLeo barely had his eyes open since he entered the room, and his focus was solely on the lovely little sex machine that was filling his body with pleasure, but with a moment of clarity, he saw that the office was also her bedroom, and it was tiny. A door that they were leaning on, a desk to their immediate right covered in a mess of papers, a filing cabinet right behind her, and a bed in the opposite corner were the only things in the whole room, and given the choices, Leo had to agree that it was the best spot.[i] Besides, every girl deserves to be fucked in her own bed once in a while, right? Who knows how long it's been for her,[/i] Leo thought, before finally answering, \"Only if you think you're up to being ridden as hard as I ride my cycle out there.\"\n\nSierra pressed a tiny kiss upon the head of the waiting member and stood upright, tugging her shirt up over her head and tossing it right at Leo's face to blind him for a moment, giving her a chance to scoot over to the bed and kneel over the edge, her panties coming off along the way. When Leo yanked the shirt off of his eyes with a chuckle, his jaw dropped at the sight of Sierra on all fours on the bed, her slit spread wide open with a couple pawtips, and a literal stream of her feminine arousal trickling to the bed. \"Hard, fast, and so worn out at the end that you need to fill me up again to get me moving? I think I can handle that, sugar. Were you waiting for an invitation?\"\n\n\"Just admiring the view...straight out of my wildest dreams, Sierra,\" Leo told her in the most adulterated form of a compliment he could give. The coyote was still the littlest bit thirsty from before, and seeing such a plentiful source of fluid, he stepped right over to the bed and knelt down, setting his paws on her rump once again and taking the open slit as an invitation to sample her. Long, slick and warm, Leo put his canine tongue to work, lapping up all of the excess juices he could get to. \"You have a simply exotic flavor, Sierra. Just like your name,\" he explained, complimenting her once again and getting right back to it, as leaving his saliva in place of her natural lubricants as he selfishly drank them down the best that he could.\n\nSierra clenched the bed sheets up in her paws and quickly buried her face into the pillow, screaming into the soft fabric purely out of habit. Sometimes, although rarely, she'd blown off a customer to have a quick session with herself in bed, and that meant keeping the noise down. This time, she realized she could embrace the sexual being within and truly let loose. \"Leoooooo!! Goodness! I guess you didn't get your fill earlier!\" Sierra cried out through desperate gasps, feeling waves of pleasure that hit her nearly as hard as a climax. \"That feels [b]so[/b] good, but please...don't keep me waiting. I know what I need, Leo, and I need that cock inside me!\"\n\nFully immersed in the moment as Sierra was, Leo was feeling every bit as needy now, and the lewd request by the jackal was all the push that he needed to get going. Climbing up onto the edge of the bed behind her, Leo shifted his knees just right, mounting the smaller jackal from behind and lowering his hips just enough that he could feel the tip of his length lining up with the radiant heat of her waiting snatch. In true canine fashion, arms wrapped around her middle and paws clasped tight together right as Leo drove forth with his hips, and the soft, slick labia of his lover spread around the tip of his cock, gliding easily around his flesh as it moved past her vulva and finally filled her up inside completely, hilting her in a thrust that filled a mutual need for the canines. \n\n\"Sierra! Oh...oh my-\"\n\n\"Leo! Don't stop there, please! [b]Please[/b] fuck me more!\"\n\nDrawing his hips back, Leo gave another bold, hard thrust, and just like that, the pair were off and running. Sierra let her body do all the talking as her hips bucked back in perfect unison with Leo's timely humps, giving a depth and pleasure to each thrust that neither canine had felt before. The bed shook and rustled helplessly under their passionate lovemaking, joined in by the gentle [i][b]slap[/b][/i] of Leo's sack swinging up and gently tapping against Sierra's clit with each of their deepest thrusts. \n\n\"Leo, oh my [b]God![/b] I-if you keep this up, I'm gonna go out there and wreck your cruiser...ahhn...just so you can't leave!\" the jackal threatened playfully, her form of a compliment as she looked back to the coyote that held her in tight with a look of pure desire for him. She couldn't have asked for a better day, and with each thrust into her flanks, she felt her stress, depression and worries melting away and leaking out of her in the form of their combined liquid arousal. She could care less about the stain it would leave on the sheets, and even less still about having to make a trip into town just to get the laundry done. She was enjoying this fuck so much that she had the naughty thought to put those panties back on afterwards, just so she could revel in the scent of it. [i]Real shame this boy is gonna be gone in the morning...I need to find a way to keep him around![/i]\n\nA set of claws dug tight into Sierra's stomach at her teasing, as Leo did his best to show the dangerous territory she was flirting with. \"I'm f-flattered, Sierra, but there's no way you'd harm a perfectly good engine like that...n-no chance!\" Leo protested, feeling that he already knew her too well, even having just met her that afternoon, to believe that she'd damage a perfectly good engine for any reason. Lucky for him, she took care of her men just as well as her machines, and with each long, hard thrust, Leo was treated like a king, as the tight, slick inner walls of his queen tightened and grasped at his cock the best that they could, squeezing near the base when he was fully hilted, and squeezing on the head every time he readied another powerful push with his hips. Already, it was getting to be too much for the coyote to handle, but Sierra wasn't out of surprises for him just yet. Reaching back between her own legs, Sierra leaned down to free up an arm and slid her paw right up to his swinging sack, cupping it in her pawtips and lightly stroking each orb with a soft, feathery touch, as if there was another woman beneath him, meant only for pleasing and tasting his scrotum.\n\n\"Damn, you caught me,\" she said in a mock pout, but with the sarcasm covered by a desperate moan, Sierra knew Leo only heard her crying out in pleasure for him, but that was just what she wanted. The ache in her pussy still wasn't going away, but as close to the edge as she was, she knew she needed just one more dose of passion to get to that elusive orgasm, and she had just one last trick for her newfound coyote. \"Leo...harder. Fuck me [b]harder[/b]. Pound my tight little pussy like your life depends on it...and fill me...with that...hot, sticky load!\"\n\nLeo knew that Sierra was strong, and he knew she was crafty, but he had [b]no[/b] idea she could be so domineering, and hearing a female demand something so naughty from him was all it took to put him right on the brink, as well. His sack tightened up in her grasp as he dug his claws in, leaving trails and marks through her fur as he bucked wildly against her backside, his paws even going so far as to dig into the mattress for leverage so he could give her the hard, nearly feral pounding that she so desired. Fluids splashed violently upon the bed sheets as Sierra braced herself for the harder, faster pace, but it was just what she needed. Biting her lip, she squeezed tight on her lover's sack and clamped down around his cock, her walls fluttering and convulsing as a powerful climaxed rocked her down to the very core of her being. \"LEO! Right there, right there! I'm cumming! YES!\"\n\nThe veritable chorus of moans pushed Leo right over the edge with her, and while he wasn't nearly as vocal as the jackal that was cumming on his cock, she'd know his orgasm took as a rush of fresh, hot seed spilled inside of her body, the thick, sticky cum clinging to her inner walls and filling up her womb as Leo finally brought his thrusts to a halt and just held Sierra tight in his grasp, his paws slipping up her body to her breasts to give them a squeeze and add one last dimension of pleasure to her already mind-blowing orgasm. \n\n\"I'd call that a pretty good fluid flush,\" Leo finally spoke, as his breathing came back down to a normal pace, and sweat beaded down his forehead.\n\nSierra giggled and slumped down to the bed, growling in low, quiet delight as her coyote slumped down with her, still holding onto her sensitive breasts. \"And here I thought I might be taking the games too far,\" she teased.\n\n\"You started it.\"\n\n\"I'd say the end result is proof that you didn't really mind.\"\n\n\"Not a bit, Sierra. I hope my debt to you is paid now?\"\n\n\"Mmm...I suppose so, Leo.\"\n\nA mutual, contented sigh came from two pairs of tired lungs, the final sound either of them would make that evening, as Sierra drifted off to sleep in the arms of a loving stranger, her worries melted away by his compassion for her.\n\n**\n\nThe next morning, she was worried reality might hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been expecting Leo to bolt in the middle of the night, or even just sneak out when the sun came up, but much to her surprise and delight, she woke up first, and found his paws still wrapped around her body protectively, and his seed still leaking from her folds and drying up on the sheets. Their morning wasn't even a bit awkward, and after a quick meal and a kiss on the cheek, Leo was back on the road, and Sierra was back to sitting by herself in a dusty old garage, just hoping and praying that someone might come around in need of service.\n\n\"Maybe I really should have put down a spike strip,\" she said to herself, as minutes ticked away into hours, leaving the jackal with little more to do than lean on her workbench and pretend there was more work to be done, but thanks to her help from Leo, almost all of her busywork was taken care of. She had Leo to thank for a lot of things beyond just getting some cleaning done, but when the morning came, she'd been a little too shy to say much more than a soft, simple \"thanks,\" and send him on his way without even a kiss or an awkward handshake. Considering how wonderful she felt the night before, the last thing she wanted to do was weigh herself down with baggage of regret so quickly, especially with the onset of dwelling about her financial problems right around the corner again. \n\nThe faint rumble of an engine going by had her tail up and swishing about wildly, but as Sierra opened the garage door to see if anyone would stop by, her ears flattened and her tail drooped as a minivan, complete with a pair of stressed out parents and a backseat filled with rowdy cubs flew past the rundown garage, showing no signs of stopping. It did provide the element of surprise, however, covering up the low and powerful rumble of a motorcycle that pulled up only seconds later, perking her ears right back up and setting her tail in a frenzy.\n\n\"I told you I was a man of my word!\" Leo yelled, as he put his kickstand down and killed the engine. \"I've got it here, in exact change, $14.35.\"\n\n\"And I told you to keep it!\" Sierra replied, throwing her arms around the jackal without even thinking that their encounter last night might have only been a one night stand to him, but his arms closing around her the very next moment put that fear to bed. \"But I'll give you credit for being the best guy I've ever met, just for making the effort.\"\n\nLeo had a feeling that Sierra would be too proud to take his money, but he'd come with a plan in mind. \"Thought you might say that, so...how about this. I missed my dinner reservation in Kearny last night because I ran out of gas, but I met the most wonderful and lovely little mechanic when my bike broke down. I'd love to tell you all about her over dinner tonight, if you'd care to join me for a date? My treat.\"\n\nIt was cheesy, it was clever, and it was the most exciting prospect that Sierra had in what felt like ages. Looking to her garage for a moment and deciding she could leave her worries behind for just one more day, she turned back to face Leo and quickly pressed a kiss upon his lips.\n\n\"Just don't be surprised if your bike breaks down again, Mr. Crosswire.\"\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The desert.

A barren wasteland, covered in sand and stones as far as the eye could see, breeding life for only the most desperate of creatures. It is a place that has no love for the average coyote...

And it has even less to spare for their machines.

"Why...the hell...does this thing...weigh 600 freaking pounds?!"

Cursing his misfortunes between exasperated breaths, Leo Crosswire had both paws on a his handlebars as he pushed the bulk of his empty hog down the road, dripping sweat from his head all the way to his feet, so much that he could feel puddles of perspiration forming in his riding boots. The coyote might have collapsed from heat exhaustion already, if not for leaving his leather jacket on the seat of his motorcycle; his white t-shirt was soaked through, and his jeans felt like lead weights that hung from his hips as a punishment for his hubris. He couldn't count the number of times he'd made the run between Tucson and Kearny, but he preferred to take the back roads, and even a slight miscalculation would leave a body stranded in the middle of the desert with no hope for survival.

Man, I never really noticed just how much nothing there is out here! He thought, as the two miles that he'd pushed the empty cruiser felt like two hundred without a change of scenery. All he'd left behind was a trail of sweat, and all he'd seen along the way was the same old dusty, reddish sand blowing around in the occasional breeze, dotted by a cactus or two. I knew I should have stopped for gas before I left town. Damn 2012 models don't even have a gas gauge, what the hell did I pay all that money for anyway?

Leo's mental cries of anguish might have come in vain, as no amount of money could buy him a way out of this mess, and he was beginning to fear that he really might not make it to civilization again. As bad luck would have it, his cell phone had no reception in the middle of nowhere, but as good luck would have it, help wasn't quite a phone call away.

It was just over the hill.

Clenching down on the handlebars with a white-knuckle grip and the last of his draining determination, Leo pushed his motorcycle up one last bump in the road, and just over the horizon, he could see a small shack a little further up the road. Revitalized at the prospect of making it out of his own mistakes alive, the coyote hopped up onto his seat and gave a quick push with his paws, using the small hill to build up a little speed so he could coast down, saving himself that much more effort. "WoooooHOO! I have never been so happy to see a shack that looks straight out of a 'B list' horror film!" he said to himself, enjoying the casual breeze that wicked away some of his sweat as he rolled lazily down the hill towards what he hoped was salvation.

Dust kicked up off of the battered road as Leo rolled down the lazy slope, but the feelings of elation started to fade, little by little as he drew closer to the rundown building. The more he thought about all of his trips on this shortcut, the more he realized he'd never really seen or paid attention to the establishment, and sure enough, as his motorcycle came to a halt right in front of the entrance to the garage, it looked for sure like the place was deserted. "Huh. At least a b-list horror shack would have had a murderer in it to finish me off a little faster."

"Thank God, a customer!!!" came a voice from inside, one that Leo never heard as the mechanic couldn't contain their excitement, their tail swishing and flicking about in a frenzy.

Leo never bothered to look in the dusty window of the shack to see that there was someone standing behind the counter inside, opting rather to knock on the garage door where his bike came to a halt. Above the garage he could see the words "No Man's Land Garage" in faded, yellowing letters, obviously more of a pristine gold at one point in their life.

Tok tok tok, his knuckles rapped on the worn door but he received no answer at first, and didn't hear anyone rustling around inside. Growing desperate and realizing that he might have to scavenge whatever he could find, Leo planted his kickstand and took a step back, looking over the building. There was a small porch leading out from the front door with a bench that could accommodate two on it, though it looked as if it had never been used. The porch, door, and the entire building appeared to have a wooden construction, and it was a modest sized place, at best. Taking a step away from the garage, Leo could see inside and saw what looked to be a contrasting interior; the floors were tile and well kept, there was a counter with a cash register and some pens on it, and a few chairs on the wall for a waiting area. Whoever built this place must have had really high expectations, Leo thought.

The last place to look for something useful was inside, so Leo gave another knock, this time much more firmly at the door, shaking dust and sand off of the door with his knuckles with three solid strikes. He leaned and looked in the window again, but didn't see anyone stirring or any signs that someone was there.

Whiiiiiiiir... Instead of the front door swinging open, now, the garage door started to move, and Leo actually took a step back, spooked at the notion that the thing was lifting all on its own. The dehydration was really starting to get to him, but he pushed his paranoia to the back of his mind as he stepped back over to the garage door. Right as he was approaching, a paw stepped out from the door towards him.

"You must be in some kinda trouble to stop here, stranger. Hopefully I can be of some help to you?" came a voice with a hint of southern drawl, and an attitude that was all business, despite being so soft and feminine. Out from the garage and into Leo's view stepped a small, short, female jackal, her hair a tussled mess and slung back into a haphazard ponytail under a backwards cap that was so stereotypical, Leo rationalized that she had to be not only the owner of the garage, but the mechanic, as well. Her attire completed the thought, the little lady clad in a pair of just as stereotypical overalls, and a t-shirt underneath to help preserve her modesty. "Name's Sierra, by the by."

"Leo," Leo replied simply and dryly. "If you have some gasoline and water, you could be my guardian angel in disguise."

Sierra was so excited at the prospect of just having a customer that she didn't bother considering how he might be. A quick scan over the exhausted coyote told her all she needed to know, seeing his fur bleeding through his shirt as it was soaked in sweat, so deeply that he looked like he'd taken a shower with his clothes on. "You poor thing, you look absolutely parched! Let me roll that thing inside for you and fill'er up."

Leo was going to stop her. She was diminutive at best, but he was reaching the edges of heat stroke and didn't want to push any further than he had to. Sierra did well by the timeless adage that big things come in small packages by kicking out his kickstand and easily bracing the hog in her small but well-toned arms, digging her paws into the sandy drive and wheeling it into her garage with minimal effort. Damn. That'll show me to judge a book by its cover, he thought.

"You can follow me into the garage," she said, not even breathing heavily from moving the 600 pound machine. She put the kickstand back out when it was in the center of the garage, and as Leo followed her in, he was surprised by what he felt shouldn't be a surprise at all: the garage was completely barren of any other vehicles. Spare parts littered the shelves and floors and her toolkit, but there were very few liquid messes or spills, and any that he could see were already entirely dried into the cement floor. "Sorry it's not exactly the cleanest place on earth right now, but I hadn't been expecting too many customers today," she explained, trying to act as though having a slow day was uncommon for her. She was a mechanic at heart, but she had at least a little business savvy about her.

Desperate for a drink, so much that he was willing to trust a total stranger in the literal middle of nowhere, Leo followed Sierra right into the messy garage and leaned against a wall. "Water is inside, fella," she mentioned, and the coyote slumped back off the wall and onto his unsteady paws, following behind the tiny jackal into the office of the garage. Just inside the door was what he'd seen through the window, making the shop seem even smaller inside than it looked from the outside, but such things were trivial to Leo as he saw a water cooler up against the inside wall, something that had been just out of his line of sight from the window. "Help yourself to all that you need while I top off your tank," Sierra offered, making sure that Leo had taken a cup and taken a seat before she went back outside to work. Poor guy looked absolutely exhausted. Doubt he'll be able to get where he's going in that condition...

Working in the garage was what Sierra lived for, so as much as she loved having a customer in the shop again, she was disappointed inside that all she had to do was fill a motorcycle with some gas. Stepping back into the garage and closing the door behind her, Sierra grabbed up a large gas can from the floor and popped the lid off of the gas tank on the motorcycle. With a three gallon tank, it didn't take long, and slowly, the glub glub glub of gasoline trickling into the tank came to a stop, and Sierra placed the cap back on the tank. She'd hoped for something more than this, and secretly, she needed a lot more; this was likely to be her only customer for the day, and she was already afraid she might lose her composure around him for having such a simple fix. Bills were piling up, even for a shanty in the middle of the desert, and at the end of the day, Sierra simply didn't have the funds to make ends meet. With only a few days to go and time running out, her business could be closed by the end of the month.

Back inside, Leo was finally starting to feel a fraction of normalcy once again as he sipped his water as slow as he could, knowing it was the better way to combat dehydration, but he was already on his third refill and having trouble slowing down. Now that he had a moment to think and some solace to do so in, Leo was nearly panicked at realizing how close he really came to dying. He never would have made it to town without succumbing to heat stroke, and if he'd been stuck out in the desert in the middle of the night, he might have died in his sleep from the extreme cold that very few people outside the desert knew about. Shivering at the prospect, the coyote went and refilled his cup again, sipping at it out of nervous habit at this point. "Just need to stay upright on the bike long enough to get to Kearny and find some food and a hotel for the night, and never, ever make this mistake again...hope I've got my hotel card with me..."

Oh. Shit.

Leo chugged his cup of water and set the empty on the counter before shooting up to his paws and feeling around in his pockets. He always kept his wallet in his back pocket, and only in getting his senses back did he realize he didn't feel it on his rump when he was sitting. Front pocket, maybe? he pondered, but digging his paws all the way into each front pocket yielded nothing. Not trusting the pockets on his jacket to keep anything in at a high rate of speed, he never left his wallet in it, leaving him at his disappointing conclusion. I forgot my fucking wallet.

"Back on your paws already? The shape you were in, I thought you might be asleep across the chairs when I came back in!" Sierra said as she came back through the door with a kindly smile, the same one she'd greeted Leo with when he first arrived. "Gotta admit, stranger, I was pretty worried about you when you pulled up. I thought I might have to call an ambulance!"

"Definitely not one hundred percent yet," Leo admitted, "But I am feeling quite a bit better. I hope the bike wasn't any trouble?"

Sierra shook her head and stepped behind the register. "Not a bit, Mr...?"

"Crosswire."

"Well, Mr. Leo Crosswire, three gallons of premium gas is only gonna run ya about $14.35 with tax."

Sweat felt like it might start pouring down Leo's face, but it wasn't from the heat, this time. He still didn't really know this girl, and while she didn't look like much, she had already surprised him a couple times, and even if she was just a normal desert maiden, he didn't want to disappoint her after the excellent service she provided. "Yeah...about that."

Should've asked for the payment up front, Sierra. When will you ever learn?

Composure was already fading from the jackal's muzzle as she tried to smile and shake it off, but it clearly wasn't going to work, and already, Leo had his eyes on the exit. "Lemme guess, Leo. You're just another random passerby who happened to see an opportunity to fill up for free at the expense of some stupid little girl mechanic. Is that right?"

"I never said you were a little girl, but-"

"But nothin'! Every time one of you dumb, motorhead jerks rolls through here, you just need a top off of gas or an oil change, but you never have a damn dime to your name to pay for any of it! Do you know how hard it is finding business out here?!"

"Probably really tough, but-"

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Leo knew he could do no right with his words. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and tried to regain his own composure, getting the impression that Sierra wasn't going to get hers back anytime soon. "Listen. I'm sorry you're having a rough go of it with sales, but I forgot my wallet back in Tucson. If you let me go back to get it, I'll-"

"As if I'd ever see you again!" Sierra chided, dropping her fist on the cash register in frustration and making the cash drawer slide out. Huffing, she slammed it back into place so hard that it nearly bucked the whole rig off the counter. "Just get out of here, would ya?"

"If you would just let me finish, I'm telling you, I could pay for this!"

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up!" she barked, walking away from the register with her paws balled up to try and contain her growing anger. Her blood was boiling so hot that steam threatened to shoot out of her long, tufted ears. "Why in the hell would I trust some random guy who I've never met before to come back and pay what he owes?"

Awful didn't even begin to describe how Leo felt. From the moment he saw the old, run-down garage, he knew that it was a struggling establishment, if it were open at all, and to see a young lady working so hard at something, only to have it end in failure was moving him to sadness, as well. "If you'll let me, I know a thing or two about motorcycles. I could help you clean up your shop in the meantime in exchange for payment, and the next time I come through these parts, I can pay you what I owe."

"Don't need your help," Sierra said in a lowly growl, trying to bite back the flow of tears as she kept her back turned to her customer. She tried her best to look busy in the garage, picking up an old, rusted out piece of metal and eyeing it pensively as if it still had any kind of use whatsoever.

"I full well believe you don't need it."

Sierra paused. "What...?"

"I'm sure someone like you doesn't need my help," Leo agreed with her, "You must be awfully resourceful to make it on your own out in the middle of nowhere like this, but I'm a man of my word, and I don't like to leave a debt unpaid. At least let me help you clean up the shop a bit before I go, if nothing else."

The jackal sighed and set the rusted old metal back on top of her workbench, still refusing to turn back and face her customer. If there was one thing she hated, it was showing off any signs of weakness, especially to a male, given that she worked in what was still considered a 'man's industry.' "I'm running awfully low on shop towels. I don't know if I'd still have enough let for you to help me clean this mess up." She was reaching at straws to try and get the coyote to leave her in peace, though his pressing generosity was refreshing.

"Give me a chance to earn your trust, then. I'll head back to Tucson to get my wallet, and bring you the shop towels, just to be fair. I've caused you this much trouble already."

"I'm sorry, but I still don't trust you that much. I'll come up with something," Sierra said, thinking aloud as she finally managed to contain her tears enough to turn back around, keeping herself from letting out even a single sniffle. "Though, I think I just got an idea, if you really are that desperate for me to trust you."

"I knew you were crafty. What did you come up with that quickly?" Leo asked.

"Take off your shirt."

Leo coughed. "Excuse me?"

"The darn thing is drenched so badly I can see your abs coming through," Sierra pointed out, gesturing down at the toned midsection that Leo was sporting. "If you let me have it, I can slice it up into some towels to at least get the garage all cleaned up. It's not perfect, but if you let me, I'll consider your debt paid, Mr. Crosswire."

"You can call me Leo," the coyote replied, stretching his arms up over his head and spreading his four-pack up as he pulled the sweat soaked cloth from his body, struggling to pull it over his head as it clung to his fur. "And if that's what it'll take to earn your trust, consider it done. It's just a shirt, after all."

Sierra took the shirt from Leo as he offered it to her with a glance of surprise. She wasn't shocked by the stacked body of the coyote, or even the fact that he so easily gave up his shirt. It was the fact that he was trying so hard to earn her trust that had her truly shocked. "Y-you're sure? You won't be getting this back, y'know."

Leo nodded. "Like I said, it's just a shirt."

His demeanor was so cooperative that Sierra imagined he must think she was coming onto him, so the jackal rolled her eyes again and slipped a pocket knife from the front pocket on her overalls and set the shirt down on her workbench, cutting it into four even sections and setting two of them aside to finish drying off. "Well, I do appreciate the kind gesture, Leo, but you're not just gonna stand around my shop looking suspicious. You will get some work done."

"I'm more than happy to help, if it makes us even. Where should I start?" Leo inquired, watching as Sierra picked up a small tub and filled it with a mix of soap and water from her work sink, just to the side of her bench.

A wet, soapy rag was tossed at the coyote. "You can start by walking around the floor and scrubbing good and hard, anywhere that you see even a little stain. Fourteen bucks an hour is pretty good pay for a mechanic's assistant, so I'm gonna get my money's worth," Sierra instructed, and as if he really were just her apprentice, Leo walked over to the first oil stain he could find and knelt down, scrubbing right at it. "If we end up having enough time, we can maybe go clean the inside of the shop a bit."

Bubbles started coming up the moment that Leo put the rag to the oil, and sure enough, the offending stain was lifted rather quickly, leading the coyote to believe that there was something in the mixture that he didn't really want on his paws, but he was obligated, and he refused to stop working. "I hope we get that far. I'll probably still feel bad if we only get the floor cleaned up," he admitted. "And if I haven't made it perfectly clear, I really am sorry for causing you so much trouble..."

As Leo's voice faded off, Sierra joined in with a quiet sigh. "Don't be so sorry, Leo. It was a mistake, and as far as I can tell, it was an honest one out of you. It could happen to anybody, really; it's just annoying when it happens every single time someone pulls up to your shop. I've started asking for money up front, but big, burly biker dudes tend to get pretty standoffish when you do that, so for my own safety, I usually just do their service and send them on their way."

"You actually let people take advantage of you like that? If I were you, I'd have put that knife to good use a couple times," Leo weighed in as his paws weighed down the rag, and he crawled over to the next stain.

Sierra felt insulted at first, but she knew that the coyote meant well, so she shook her head. "If you don't get the average angry driver with a good cut the first time, you don't want to be around when they come back for you, so doing that never seemed like such a good idea," she explained. "Trust me, it's beenvery tempting thought, but...I guess my folks were right. It was kinda stupid of me to get this place all by myself. It's way too dangerous for a young woman to do on her own." Tears started welling up in the corners of Sierra's eyes once more, but this time, she didn't turn away from Leo; he wasn't looking at her anyway.

Leo scoffed at that. "It's not too dangerous at all! You pushed my motorcycle into your garage like it didn't weigh a thing, and you're pretty good with that knife. Maybe some people wouldn't be cut out for it, but I honestly think you could have this place thriving in no time."

"What gives you that idea, Leo?"

"I'm a marketing consultant for a company in Tucson," he replied, "And I know a thing or two about running a successful business, since my whole job is telling people how to make their business truly successful, and I like to think I'm pretty good at it."

Sierra looked around her shop. It was dirty, certainly, but it wasn't too dirty. It had a great character to it, one that she had always seen, and it was the very reason she picked the location and building in the first place. She'd become so downtrodden about her poor sales figures that she felt like she lost her identity a little bit, but she was never more sure in her heart that her place was in the garage, working on engines and doing what she loved. "Do ya really think I could get this place back up and running again?"

"Sure you could, but it starts with having a paying customer base," Leo reminded her, "And I'm not done paying my debt yet."

It was a cold truth, but one that Sierra needed to hear, and one she needed to come to terms with. "I don't suppose you could help pay me back by giving me a little friendly advice on how to drum up some sales, could you?"

"Put a spike strip in the road outside."

Sierra chuckled, but sneered at her newfound assistant. "Funny, but I don't think it'll really do me that much good. I've only got so many spare tires in the back."

Another stain was lifted from the floor as Leo scooted around to the other side of his motorcycle, finding it the only real obstacle in his quest to clean the floor. "Truth be told, a successful business is all about location. Being at the halfway point between two cities might seem like a good idea, but unless there's something else around you to draw in customers for other needs, it's going to be tough to draw in too many clients. I think you'd do a lot better if you could afford to move your business a little closer to Tucson, actually."

Part of the appeal of the shop that Sierra ran was the 'middle of nowhere' style that it wore so well, but it was too middle of nowhere. There weren't enough customers, the place looked suspicious just sitting by itself on the side of the road, and the area around it was about as attractive as a carcass rotting in the sun on the highway. Perhaps worst of all, Sierra found herself lonely as could be most nights, sleeping by herself on a bed in the back. "As if I could ever find the money to relocate this place," Sierra huffed, but she had to admit to herself that the coyote had a very good point, and now, she felt a bit silly for erecting the building where she did. "I s'pose it is a novel idea, though."

"You never know," Leo countered. "You could find a way to pull it off, if you're really as crafty as you seem to be." A few more stains followed suit with the others, and before an hour was up, Leo had the floor looking as clean as the day the cement was poured, and Sierra was beaming at the sight. It felt like a brand new garage again just from a little change, and already, she got the gist of how Leo could make a business successful; he was a strong man with a positive attitude and optimism enough to go around, and when he found your best trait, he honed in on it and reminded you that it was that very thing that made you special. Sierra wasn't the first to notice it about him, but she was glad she was getting her chance to.

"I'm afraid that's awfully wishful thinking, but...I do really appreciate the help, Leo. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to apologize for taking your shirt from you. You're a good guy, and I should have just let you go and get the money."

Leo sprung up to his paws and stepped back to the workbench, tossing his rag into the bucket and laughing off her apology. "Don't worry about it! It would have been wrong of me to leave like that without at least leaving a security deposit, so to speak, and my jacket will keep me plenty warm on the way back to Tucson. For what it's worth, I'm still going to come back and bring you your cash."

Sierra quickly waved a paw at the idea. "You really don't have to do all of that for me, Leo. You've done more than enough to earn your tank of gas, and pick up my spirits a bit while you were at it. You can't really put a price on that."

"I suppose not."

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between the pair that felt long overdue. It only then occurred to Sierra how well the two of them clicked once she managed to calm down, and he got rehydrated. "Listen, Leo...it's getting awfully late out there, and I'm sure you're aware, but getting stuck in the dark in the desert is just as bad as being stuck out in the day, so, you're free to go, if you like."

From the time he first arrived, the sun was setting over the horizon, but as Leo looked back out the garage door, he saw almost complete and total darkness. He'd never stayed out in the middle of the desert so late, and without the city lights to brighten up the nighttime sky, his canine eyes were having a bit of trouble adjusting. "I guess I probably should be on my way, Sierra. Unless there's anything else you need my help with?"

"I'm flattered," Sierra replied, actually feeling warmth creep into her cheeks in the form of a spoiled blush, "But I mean it. You've done plenty enough to earn your keep today, Leo. I certainly hope my next customer is as much of a class act as you are."

Knowing he was racing time, Leo smiled kindly at the jackal who'd saved his rear end and stepped back over to his motorcycle. He picked up his leather jacket and slung it around, slipping his arms into the sleeves and starting the zipper. "You can't buy southern comfort like this, Sierra. I'm sure it'll all work out for you someday soon."

Sierra watched with kind eyes as her customer put his jacket back on and got ready to saddle up. Her day had completely turned around, even with her dismal financial situation. There was no doubt in her mind that she would end up losing the shop, but she tried not to dwell on that. Her whole life seemed to be one long dry spell, from being stuck in the middle of the dusty desert, to having next to no customers, and she couldn't even begin to remember the last time she had a good man in bed with her...

Hmm...

"But if you're really that desperate to help me out a little bit more, perhaps there is one last thing you could assist me with, Leo."

Leo was just starting to swing his leg over his motorcycle when he stopped midair in an awkward pose, like a drunk in a bar fight who reconsidered his decision at the last second. "I'd be happy to, Sierra. What is it?"

As the coyote turned back, he stood in front of his motorcycle and watched the jackal who had defied his expectations all day defy one more. She was lovely, no doubt, but the thought of her as a date had never once crossed his mind until she closed the very small gap between them, her hips swaying, accentuated by the swish of her tail in time, and her paws shyly tucked into her hip pockets. Her eyes locked to his the moment he turned around, a pair of brilliant jades meeting with his cool, calm blues and captivating them so deeply that he didn't dare look away, or even close his eyes, until the very moment that Sierra stepped her hips right up to his own, pressed her surprisingly full bust to his chest, and finally, pressed her lips right upon his muzzle in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Leo returned the kiss in clumsy surprise, but Sierra just chuckled against his muzzle and kept it alive. The coyote loved the rush of the wind going through his fur as he powered his motorcycle across the desert countryside, and the thrill of making a sale when his company was absolutely dependent on him closing the deal. Neither of those came close to the complete and total awe he felt when Sierra stole his kiss. In her eyes, he could see a true and deep desire that he'd never seen in a partner before, and in her touch, he could feel every nerve in his lips tingling against her own soft pair, experiencing a need unlike any he'd ever felt from a woman before.

"Mmmn...mm..." A quiet gasp from the needy jackal was the only sound to be heard in the still of the desert night, but it was just the start of a song of desire that would last well into the hours of the morning. The next sound was a distinct one, though more innocent than a passerby might think, as the jackal drew her paws back from her pockets and slid them up along the leather jacket that stood between her and the form of the coyote she so desired. Pawtips, delicate and clean for a mechanic, roamed over his body until they found the zipper they were looking for and tugged it down slowly so each set of teeth separating would tease Leo's ears with the prospect of something much more sensual. The coyote obliged her, pushing his arms back as she pushed his jacket off of him and down to the floor with a quiet frump. Any resistance Leo might have had may as well have been on the floor with his jacket, as the delicate lips of the surprising jackal teased and kissed him in a way that he'd never been kissed before.

"Come back into the office with me. We have to discuss the rest of your payment," Sierra whispered, pulling back just enough from the kiss to speak, but staying so scintillatingly close that Leo could feel her every breath as she spoke to him.

Leo felt a gentle tug on one of his paws, and watched as Sierra turned away from him, the cloudy soft fluff of her tail tip brushing just under his chin as she spun around. "Don't tell me you're adding more charges now, Sierra. I thought you said my debt was paid?" he asked, playing right along with the flirty air that Sierra provided.

"Trust me, Leo, I don't think you're gonna mind paying what you owe this time."

Sierra started sauntering ahead of Leo in the same way she'd approached him, with a sway in her hips that the coyote couldn't believe a mechanic could ever have. Time and time again, she was proving to be much more than met the eyes, and a quietclick just kept her streak alive, as Leo watched one of the straps of her overalls fall down and away from her chest. Her paw was already working on the other one by the time she reached her office door, located just a few feet behind the front counter. The door was almost never locked with the low volume of customers, but this time, when she finished tugging Leo inside, she pushed him up to the door, closing it with his back, and a the paw holding his own broke free and snuck around his side to lock it shut. "Just so you know..." Sierra started, looking up to the taller coyote with a lust in her eyes that gave new life to her bright jade orbs, "This form of payment means a lot more to me than money ever could."

Leo started to compliment Sierra for her sincerity, "You don't seem like the kind of girl to sleep around to me. Seems like everything in your life is pretty special, and mnnn!-" But he was cut off in the middle of his speech, perhaps using a few too many words for the impatient jackal. His gasp of delight at the kiss renewed was a sure sign he didn't mind, and this time, Sierra wasn't just trying to lure him in; she was going to give him a full service. Her tongue smoothed out over the lips of her coyote, silently begging them to spread apart, and they did so easily. Warm, wet muscles began a dance of fiery passion in their muzzles as Sierra took control of the situation, making sure her body was pressed tight to Leo's before she snuck a paw back and unclasped the other hook on her overalls and let the fabric fall, her modesty preserved now only by the very contact that they shared, but her clothes were already faltering, and not wanting to be a tease, the jackal leaned her chest back just a bit, and her overalls slipped and fell to the floor in a heap, leaving her in nothing more than a dusty old t-shirt and a pair of plain white cotton panties, perfectly fitting for a girl in her profession: practical and comfortable above all else.

Eager paws finally got their chance to roam as Leo took the initiative, his eyes closed in the heat of their passionate kiss, but his paws could explore all they wanted, and his ears could hear Sierra's overalls falling down and away. With his mind turning to intent instead of teasing, Leo reached his paws down to her lower back and embraced her, holding her in close, but the lusty jackal pushing her hips back at his paws was a clear sign that she wanted much more than an embrace. Happy to oblige and getting further into the mood himself, Leo lifted her dusty old shirt just out of his way and instead enjoyed the feel of soft, smooth cotton on his pawtips, sliding his paws over the shapely curve of Sierra's backside. "Mnn...you should really come in for service more often, Leo. I can tell just by your touch that you're long overdue for a good, thorough inspection," Sierra chided in, using her profession as a theme for their midnight encounter, and as she returned to their kiss, she could feel Leo smiling against her lips, knowing that he must enjoy it at least a little bit.

"I'll gladly be your first regular customer if I can expect this kind of service," Leo replied, staying in character as the naughty customer that he was, but he denied Sierra a longer kiss in exchange for something better. Like a hungry vampire searching for the jugular, Leo dipped down just slightly and pressed his lips into the soft, smooth fur along her neck and started to kiss the side, leaving a trail of teasing, suckling kisses towards her collarbone, and drawing a series of quiet, adorable squeaks from the pleasured jackal. "But I'll have to pay up quite a bit if you're always going to provide such excellent service."

Paws flew up to the back of Leo's head and clung to his hair, holding on desperately as Sierra could feel every nerve in her body igniting with desire. Such a long dry spell made everything feel extra sensitive, almost painfully so, and while his kisses were delightful, they were taking a little adjustment. Wonderful, pleasurable adjustment. "You're nowhere near done paying now, far as I'm concerned. Oooh, Leo...a little lower, please, right on my collarbone...nibble it just...just like that..."

Each little gasp and quiet moan of pleasure sent another chill down Leo's spine. The coyote wasn't on nearly as long as of a dry spell as his new little slice of jackal, but he'd gone longer than he would like to admit without a good lay, and Sierra could tell. Perhaps it was the way that he knew just where to kiss her, and that he did it so passionately. It may have even been the way his paws refused to sit still, squeezing and stroking gently over her perfectly shaped rump.

"Well, hello there, big guy..."

Or maybe it was the fact that even through his jeans, with Sierra so close to him, his boner was already poking her right in the tummy. "Tell me, Leo, when was the last time you had this thing emptied? Sure looks like you could use a good cleaning and fluid flush."

Sierra wasn't going too far with the silly role-play for Leo, rather, she was going just far enough, and her actions did more than enough to make up for how silly her words might be, as her paws slipped right from the grooves of the muscles on his powerful back and down around his sides, coming to rest upon the zipper of his jeans. Without waiting for an answer, she undid his belt and tugged the zipper down expertly quick, all thanks to years of practice with her dexterous paws. "It's been a while, honestly. I can't really remember anymore!"

"Seems like no one ever can," Sierra teased. "In any case, you're well over 3,000 miles, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't be any good as a mechanic if I let you leave in this condition," she admitted, taking just as much pride in her work in the bedroom as she did in her work in the garage. Showing off more of that surprising quickness and strength, Sierra tugged down hard on Leo's jeans and caught his boxers with them, dropping the whole arrangement to his ankles and letting his length spring free, literally, the fully erect member actually bouncing up against her panties as it was released from its confines. "Hope you don't mind if I do a little lube job on it to get it ready?"

Leo gasped, trying his best to adjust rapidly to the situation. He was no stranger to random, unexpected sex, but this one was easily taking the cake. "Uhm! Well...I'd be crazy to say no to that, and if it'll make your job easier..."

"It'll make it much easier, I assure you."

"Then don't let me stop you, Sierra. Show me what you can do."

With her own engine already firing on all cylinders and her arousal starting to dampen the crotch of her white panties to a near see-through, Sierra smiled up at her coyote and leaned up to press one more kiss to his cheek before sinking down to her knees, letting her paws get right at home in holding the stiff, pulsing length before her. Leo was plenty gifted, and Sierra made sure to visually appreciate every inch of his cock before getting to work. "It's not often I have someone watching me work, but I kind of like the added pressure," Sierra admitted, right before gathering up a little saliva and spitting it onto the fleshy length. "You'd just better put this thing to good use once I have it in working order again."

"Ooooh! That's a good start..." Leo moaned, then slowly relaxed as he watched the saliva dribble all the way down from the tip of his member to the very base, pooling at his crotch. One dainty paw curled around the girth of his cock the best that it could as Sierra started a slow, gentle stroke, working the lower half manually while she greedily eyed the tip. Looking up to Leo with eyes full of lust and mischief, the jackal closed her eyes and let her long, canine tongue slip out and glide painfully slow across the head, treating it like an ice cream cone that she wanted to savor. A tiny trickle of precum was her reward, and she lapped it up greedily, all while working her paw up and down at the base.

It seemed that everything she decided to do, Sierra was amazing at, and Leo was the sole benefactor to all of it. His voice was lost in a sudden and sharp gasp as he took in a breath, watching the crafty jackal work her own saliva into his flesh to get it nice and slick. "Sierra! Wow...you're absolutely incredible...full of surprises too, did you know that?" Leo asked, trying not to sound like a porn star as his urge to moan again was brought on by Sierra engulfing the tip of his cock as her only reply. Her tongue and his tip swirled about each other within the wet, warm confines of her muzzle as she took in his flavor, and slurped up every fresh little spurt of precum that his body could give, and as excited as the coyote was, there was plenty. "Y-you must...good answer!"

"Better to have a surprise or two up my sleeve," Sierra started speaking, pausing to take a tight, hard suckle at the tip of a now glistening cock, "Than to put it all on the table before I even get started." The depth of her character and personality was impressive, but it wasn't the first thing on either of their minds as Sierra admired her handiwork and decided that he was more than ready. Against the wall was a tempting place to mate for the needy jackal, but her bed, simple and often unused, was the perfect place for them to mate, in her mind. "Enough playing along and being silly, Leo. Think you're up to being a true canine and taking me doggy style on the bed?"

Leo barely had his eyes open since he entered the room, and his focus was solely on the lovely little sex machine that was filling his body with pleasure, but with a moment of clarity, he saw that the office was also her bedroom, and it was tiny. A door that they were leaning on, a desk to their immediate right covered in a mess of papers, a filing cabinet right behind her, and a bed in the opposite corner were the only things in the whole room, and given the choices, Leo had to agree that it was the best spot. Besides, every girl deserves to be fucked in her own bed once in a while, right? Who knows how long it's been for her, Leo thought, before finally answering, "Only if you think you're up to being ridden as hard as I ride my cycle out there."

Sierra pressed a tiny kiss upon the head of the waiting member and stood upright, tugging her shirt up over her head and tossing it right at Leo's face to blind him for a moment, giving her a chance to scoot over to the bed and kneel over the edge, her panties coming off along the way. When Leo yanked the shirt off of his eyes with a chuckle, his jaw dropped at the sight of Sierra on all fours on the bed, her slit spread wide open with a couple pawtips, and a literal stream of her feminine arousal trickling to the bed. "Hard, fast, and so worn out at the end that you need to fill me up again to get me moving? I think I can handle that, sugar. Were you waiting for an invitation?"

"Just admiring the view...straight out of my wildest dreams, Sierra," Leo told her in the most adulterated form of a compliment he could give. The coyote was still the littlest bit thirsty from before, and seeing such a plentiful source of fluid, he stepped right over to the bed and knelt down, setting his paws on her rump once again and taking the open slit as an invitation to sample her. Long, slick and warm, Leo put his canine tongue to work, lapping up all of the excess juices he could get to. "You have a simply exotic flavor, Sierra. Just like your name," he explained, complimenting her once again and getting right back to it, as leaving his saliva in place of her natural lubricants as he selfishly drank them down the best that he could.

Sierra clenched the bed sheets up in her paws and quickly buried her face into the pillow, screaming into the soft fabric purely out of habit. Sometimes, although rarely, she'd blown off a customer to have a quick session with herself in bed, and that meant keeping the noise down. This time, she realized she could embrace the sexual being within and truly let loose. "Leoooooo!! Goodness! I guess you didn't get your fill earlier!" Sierra cried out through desperate gasps, feeling waves of pleasure that hit her nearly as hard as a climax. "That feels so good, but please...don't keep me waiting. I know what I need, Leo, and I need that cock inside me!"

Fully immersed in the moment as Sierra was, Leo was feeling every bit as needy now, and the lewd request by the jackal was all the push that he needed to get going. Climbing up onto the edge of the bed behind her, Leo shifted his knees just right, mounting the smaller jackal from behind and lowering his hips just enough that he could feel the tip of his length lining up with the radiant heat of her waiting snatch. In true canine fashion, arms wrapped around her middle and paws clasped tight together right as Leo drove forth with his hips, and the soft, slick labia of his lover spread around the tip of his cock, gliding easily around his flesh as it moved past her vulva and finally filled her up inside completely, hilting her in a thrust that filled a mutual need for the canines.

"Sierra! Oh...oh my-"

"Leo! Don't stop there, please! Please fuck me more!"

Drawing his hips back, Leo gave another bold, hard thrust, and just like that, the pair were off and running. Sierra let her body do all the talking as her hips bucked back in perfect unison with Leo's timely humps, giving a depth and pleasure to each thrust that neither canine had felt before. The bed shook and rustled helplessly under their passionate lovemaking, joined in by the gentle slap of Leo's sack swinging up and gently tapping against Sierra's clit with each of their deepest thrusts.

"Leo, oh my God! I-if you keep this up, I'm gonna go out there and wreck your cruiser...ahhn...just so you can't leave!" the jackal threatened playfully, her form of a compliment as she looked back to the coyote that held her in tight with a look of pure desire for him. She couldn't have asked for a better day, and with each thrust into her flanks, she felt her stress, depression and worries melting away and leaking out of her in the form of their combined liquid arousal. She could care less about the stain it would leave on the sheets, and even less still about having to make a trip into town just to get the laundry done. She was enjoying this fuck so much that she had the naughty thought to put those panties back on afterwards, just so she could revel in the scent of it. Real shame this boy is gonna be gone in the morning...I need to find a way to keep him around!

A set of claws dug tight into Sierra's stomach at her teasing, as Leo did his best to show the dangerous territory she was flirting with. "I'm f-flattered, Sierra, but there's no way you'd harm a perfectly good engine like that...n-no chance!" Leo protested, feeling that he already knew her too well, even having just met her that afternoon, to believe that she'd damage a perfectly good engine for any reason. Lucky for him, she took care of her men just as well as her machines, and with each long, hard thrust, Leo was treated like a king, as the tight, slick inner walls of his queen tightened and grasped at his cock the best that they could, squeezing near the base when he was fully hilted, and squeezing on the head every time he readied another powerful push with his hips. Already, it was getting to be too much for the coyote to handle, but Sierra wasn't out of surprises for him just yet. Reaching back between her own legs, Sierra leaned down to free up an arm and slid her paw right up to his swinging sack, cupping it in her pawtips and lightly stroking each orb with a soft, feathery touch, as if there was another woman beneath him, meant only for pleasing and tasting his scrotum.

"Damn, you caught me," she said in a mock pout, but with the sarcasm covered by a desperate moan, Sierra knew Leo only heard her crying out in pleasure for him, but that was just what she wanted. The ache in her pussy still wasn't going away, but as close to the edge as she was, she knew she needed just one more dose of passion to get to that elusive orgasm, and she had just one last trick for her newfound coyote. "Leo...harder. Fuck me harder. Pound my tight little pussy like your life depends on it...and fill me...with that...hot, sticky load!"

Leo knew that Sierra was strong, and he knew she was crafty, but he had no idea she could be so domineering, and hearing a female demand something so naughty from him was all it took to put him right on the brink, as well. His sack tightened up in her grasp as he dug his claws in, leaving trails and marks through her fur as he bucked wildly against her backside, his paws even going so far as to dig into the mattress for leverage so he could give her the hard, nearly feral pounding that she so desired. Fluids splashed violently upon the bed sheets as Sierra braced herself for the harder, faster pace, but it was just what she needed. Biting her lip, she squeezed tight on her lover's sack and clamped down around his cock, her walls fluttering and convulsing as a powerful climaxed rocked her down to the very core of her being. "LEO! Right there, right there! I'm cumming! YES!"

The veritable chorus of moans pushed Leo right over the edge with her, and while he wasn't nearly as vocal as the jackal that was cumming on his cock, she'd know his orgasm took as a rush of fresh, hot seed spilled inside of her body, the thick, sticky cum clinging to her inner walls and filling up her womb as Leo finally brought his thrusts to a halt and just held Sierra tight in his grasp, his paws slipping up her body to her breasts to give them a squeeze and add one last dimension of pleasure to her already mind-blowing orgasm.

"I'd call that a pretty good fluid flush," Leo finally spoke, as his breathing came back down to a normal pace, and sweat beaded down his forehead.

Sierra giggled and slumped down to the bed, growling in low, quiet delight as her coyote slumped down with her, still holding onto her sensitive breasts. "And here I thought I might be taking the games too far," she teased.

"You started it."

"I'd say the end result is proof that you didn't really mind."

"Not a bit, Sierra. I hope my debt to you is paid now?"

"Mmm...I suppose so, Leo."

A mutual, contented sigh came from two pairs of tired lungs, the final sound either of them would make that evening, as Sierra drifted off to sleep in the arms of a loving stranger, her worries melted away by his compassion for her.

**

The next morning, she was worried reality might hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been expecting Leo to bolt in the middle of the night, or even just sneak out when the sun came up, but much to her surprise and delight, she woke up first, and found his paws still wrapped around her body protectively, and his seed still leaking from her folds and drying up on the sheets. Their morning wasn't even a bit awkward, and after a quick meal and a kiss on the cheek, Leo was back on the road, and Sierra was back to sitting by herself in a dusty old garage, just hoping and praying that someone might come around in need of service.

"Maybe I really should have put down a spike strip," she said to herself, as minutes ticked away into hours, leaving the jackal with little more to do than lean on her workbench and pretend there was more work to be done, but thanks to her help from Leo, almost all of her busywork was taken care of. She had Leo to thank for a lot of things beyond just getting some cleaning done, but when the morning came, she'd been a little too shy to say much more than a soft, simple "thanks," and send him on his way without even a kiss or an awkward handshake. Considering how wonderful she felt the night before, the last thing she wanted to do was weigh herself down with baggage of regret so quickly, especially with the onset of dwelling about her financial problems right around the corner again.

The faint rumble of an engine going by had her tail up and swishing about wildly, but as Sierra opened the garage door to see if anyone would stop by, her ears flattened and her tail drooped as a minivan, complete with a pair of stressed out parents and a backseat filled with rowdy cubs flew past the rundown garage, showing no signs of stopping. It did provide the element of surprise, however, covering up the low and powerful rumble of a motorcycle that pulled up only seconds later, perking her ears right back up and setting her tail in a frenzy.

"I told you I was a man of my word!" Leo yelled, as he put his kickstand down and killed the engine. "I've got it here, in exact change, $14.35."

"And I told you to keep it!" Sierra replied, throwing her arms around the jackal without even thinking that their encounter last night might have only been a one night stand to him, but his arms closing around her the very next moment put that fear to bed. "But I'll give you credit for being the best guy I've ever met, just for making the effort."

Leo had a feeling that Sierra would be too proud to take his money, but he'd come with a plan in mind. "Thought you might say that, so...how about this. I missed my dinner reservation in Kearny last night because I ran out of gas, but I met the most wonderful and lovely little mechanic when my bike broke down. I'd love to tell you all about her over dinner tonight, if you'd care to join me for a date? My treat."

It was cheesy, it was clever, and it was the most exciting prospect that Sierra had in what felt like ages. Looking to her garage for a moment and deciding she could leave her worries behind for just one more day, she turned back to face Leo and quickly pressed a kiss upon his lips.

"Just don't be surprised if your bike breaks down again, Mr. Crosswire."
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