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Sierra Rides Again (Early Access Post)
🕑 Added 2023-10-05 02:50:17 +0000 UTCTold you I'd start posting again! Sorry it took quite this long.
Let's get right down to it: this is an early access post of a YCH story for Kitsune Teej, of his character having an auto breakdown near Sierra's garage. If you know Sierra, you know her work is second to none, but the same can be said of her sexual appetite.
Though Teej is quite a bit taller and larger, she's ready to cut him down to size (and cut him a discount.) Enjoy!
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“So...the good news is that I can fix what’s wrong with your car.”
Teej was trying his best not to let his emotions dance across his face, but his lips were thinning before Sierra had a chance to deliver the verdict.
Her statement begged the obvious question: “What’s the bad news, then?” Teej asked.
“The bad news is that it’s already 10 PM, I’m gonna need to pick up a few extra parts from the shop in town to get the job done, and no one that has what I need is gonna be open at this hour,” the coyote explained. “I hate to do this to you, but you’re either gonna have to call for a ride to a local hotel, or take a nap in my bed until the morning.”
“...You’re just offering up your bed like that?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a spare cot in the garage to sleep on, for when I can’t get a job done for a customer in the time promised. Doesn’t feel right or fair to make you pay for a hotel if you weren’t planning on needing one.”
It was a wonder that Sierra’s garage stayed open for business at all, being in the middle of the desert.
That she was so willing to give away freebies and offer discounts surely didn’t help matters, but perhaps the most surprising part of her nature was that she was perfectly fine letting total strangers sleep in her bed, in her shop.
“That, w-well...that is really kind of you to offer, but I’d hate to impose-”
“You’re not imposing,” Sierra cut back in. With her shoulders leaned against the interior door of the garage and her hips angled forth just the slightest, she was giving plenty of silent signs that she didn’t mind the company, but none were quite as obvious as the weight of her eyes, moving along the taller body of the kitsune. “Far from it, really...I’m the one that couldn’t get your car fixed in time.”
Her eyes barely reached the top of his waistline, and even the tall perk of her ears didn’t go far past her navel, but in that moment, Sierra felt decidedly taller than Teej, allowing her imposing presence to do as much of the small talk as fumbled words.
“I just don’t know how to thank you for your generosity, is all.”
“You can try cash in the morning when the job is all done,” Sierra joked.
That thought lingered just long enough for the pair to share a chuckle, but where Teej didn’t know what to say next, Sierra was brushing her toes back and forth on the concrete floor, wondering if the taller vulpine would be so open to her brazen suggestion.
Those words sat on her tongue until she couldn’t ignore their weight any longer. “But...if you’d like a little extra off the top of your bill...there’s another way you could thank me. Won’t cost you a dime.”
Eyes of a softer, sky blue perked with curiosity as Teej looked down at the oil-soaked mechanic. “What will it cost me? I’d love to save a little bit for the next leg of my trip.”
“Just a couple hours of sleep,” Sierra mentioned. “And...your clothes.”
A gray t-shirt and a simple pair of blue jeans weren’t difficult or expensive to replace, but the statement was too direct for Teej to take it any other way.
“Far be it from me to question your professionalism, but are y-”
“Yes, I’m getting at exactly what you think I am,” Sierra cut in. “I ran out of rags to wipe up the mess in there, and I am not tearing up my favorite pair of overalls.”
Teej noticed from the very start that there was no shirt under the denim cover of her straps, but he’d been a gentleman enough not to try and see around them, even when they danced over the modest curve of her bust.
When a pair of fingertips adjusted that strap enough to reveal the subtle perk of a stiffened nipple, Teej stopped trying to take her words at face value.
“...Ran out of rags. Right.”
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“I’ve just got a feeling you’re looking for any excuse to get my clothes off of me...without having to work for it.”
“Pretty sure I already worked plenty hard for this, big guy.”
The stains on her overalls were the evidence of her body of work, and she’d already given enough of a preview of what was hiding underneath to capture Teej’s interest.
She’d already shown herself to be a feisty little creature, and that forward nature was doing a fine job of tugging on Teej and his natural curiosity, but something about her offer felt too good to be true, even if she hadn’t explained all of the details.
“...I don’t suppose this is a case of relief being hard to come by when you’re all alone in the desert?”
“When push comes to shove, I suppose it is,” Sierra admitted. “I love a man that’s bold enough to cut right to the chase, but he’s gotta be able to walk the walk, too.”
“And what’s your particular walk?”
Teej played right into her small, calloused paws with such an obvious follow up, but Sierra was grinning from ear to ear to have the chance to open the door to the garage once more.
“Come on in here, and I’ll show you.”
A coin flip between walking into his own, personal horror movie and the set of a high-budget porno film was one Teej was willing to take, given the poor luck that brought him to the repair shop in the first place; his luck was due to turn around.
“...Sure. Why not?”
A thought that should have stayed in his head drew a quick giggle from Sierra as she stepped through ahead of him, holding the door open to a decidedly neat garage bay.
His car was still on one of the lifts, but the other was completely empty, and much to his surprise, the coyote was approaching the control panel as the door swung closed behind him.
She’s lowering the lift...what in the world did I get myself into?
There should have been concern on his face, and Sierra turned to see a shade of that in his otherwise curious stare, but just beyond that, she noticed the sway of all three of his vulpine tails, moving with a slow and rhythmic inquisition.
“There’s only one real catch to this discount,” Sierra clarified. That she waited until Teej was through the door was no accident, but he was still free to leave and take up residence in her bed, instead, if he was so inclined. “And that’s that you have to let me tie you down to the lift while I work.”
“Because you’re tiny and I can’t be trusted?” Teej joked.
“No...because you’re in a live work area and there’s all kinds of liability issues with having you out here in the first place,” she played right along with him, her response so practiced that Teej couldn’t imagine he would be the first man tied down to the car lift.
If that was what she was into, the kitsune had a feeling he was in for a longer night than he realized, but if it meant knocking a little extra off the top of his bill, he was willing to dip his toes into kinkier waters.
“Why do I get the impression that neither one of these is the actual truth?” Teej asked.
“Because you’re a clever fox, and you’ve already seen through my charade,” Sierra claimed. “But since you have, and we’re apparently done playing games...is there a reason you’re still wearing those clothes? I still need my rags, after all.”
She dismissed the thought of ruining his outfit with a wink, but there was nothing sarcastic about her other request.
Teej could already feel that gray cotton peeling away from his fur as Sierra continued to undress him with her eyes, all while rigging a set of straps and chains against the base of the lift- she was a brilliant multi-tasker- and for rushing through the process, a quick tug at the base of her arrangement revealed that mere squirming wouldn’t break Teej free of it.
He was nervous, and understandably so, about trusting Sierra with his life and safety, but she’d already finished the rig and leaned herself against it, making it appear as though she might be the one bending over the lift, after all. The buttons of her overalls came undone without another word, and as her naked body blessed his eyes a little bit at a time, the kitsune found lustful curiosity a stronger force than what some might call common sense.
“...Anytime now, big guy.”
So enchanting was the half-naked body of the coyote that Teej didn’t realize he was skirting his own duties. Pulling his shirt over his head was easy enough, and though he didn’t intend to make a show of it, he’d moved his arms up and crossed them slowly enough that the sight of his creamy underbelly was indeed a visual treat.
“All that talk about safety violations, and you’re having me strip in the service bay,” Teej murmured. “That’s gotta be against the rules, right?”
“Not against mine,” Sierra told him. “And if you want that discount, you’ll play by my rules...and that means doing what I say, when I say it.”
“For safety?”
“For your safety, yes; lose the pants already.”
Sierra was finishing up the final preparations by the lift, but the bondage rig she’d prepped wasn’t missing anything, as far as Teej could see.
What she needed was sitting in a box on the shelf behind her, and at first, the kitsune had no problem with the sight of a dildo, figuring that she was going to use it on herself for a teasing display and a pleasant warmup.
When he noticed the full, thick bulb on the top end of the shaft, however...he started to wonder what the coyote was really up to.
“Sorry about that. I know it’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”
The click of his belt and the fwump of his jeans hitting the floor were more important sounds than a mere apology, and the rustle of his legs as he pulled himself out of his boxers finally gave Sierra a reason to look up again.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, fuzzy sheath at his groin and the tip of heated pink that simply begged her curious taste buds to come and take a sample, but she’d been putting business before pleasure all day...and popping the egg of her toy into her maw, instead, she officially flipped that switch.
“...Need a little help with that?”
Teej was sincere in his offer, but Sierra seemed to ignore it, as she stood by the rig with the egg in her maw. It was almost a humorous sight- to watch the false cock bounce on her nose as she lubricated the bulb- but he didn’t dare allow a laugh past his lips, when the soaking majesty of her petals came into view.
Stepping out of the puddle of her overalls without pulling the bulb from her tongue, Sierra patted the edge of the car lift, knowing Teej would get the gist...but she was quick to pop that egg from her muzzle when she realized that the next step might require a little more instruction.
“Kind of you to offer, but I’m not sure I have the time to properly train you with this new equipment,” Sierra replied. “You’re just gonna have to learn on the fly, so...come make yourself familiar with the lift, would you?”
He was ready to lean over the front of it, having seen where Sierra was guiding the bulb to...but before he could go face down, she grabbed one of his tails, halting his progress.
“On your back, big guy. We’re gonna be working on your undercarriage, too.”
There was a moment of kinship, silly as it might have felt, with the vehicle on the lift next to him.
Teej moved into place so easily that it gave credence to Sierra’s powers of suggestion, but for being so willfully manipulated by the tufts of a tail, he still managed to lift a paw to the coyote when she moved into place at the bottom of the lift.
“...You-”
“Don’t tell me you’re coming up with an excuse now, Teej...”
Sierra didn’t mind jumping in when she felt the conversation called for it. A whirlwind of sandy tan fur and piercing eyes of icy blue, she could stop anyone in their tracks and leave them feeling a sense of whiplash, but she didn’t see anything about the kitsune that made her think he’d want her to stop.
“No, it’s just...y-you put all that work into those chains...”
Haste got the better of Sierra, as she stood between the parted thighs of the kitsune- a willing and bountiful sight to be had wasn’t taken for granted- but the coyote looked down at the pair of chains near his wrists, and the rubberized straps that went unused by his chest.
Snickering in one breath and grabbing the chains by his ankles in the next, Sierra tried not to gloat about her incredible luck. “And then almost didn’t use them,” she finished his thought, coiling one of his ankles down and keeping him in a flat, prone position. “You seemed like a trustworthy guy, giving yourself up like that, but if you want me to tie you up...”
She left the ball in his court, those words lingering on the sensitive drums of Teej’s ears.
Those same ears perked forward to the rattling of chains as Sierra worked the rather practical bondage into position, leaving his legs flat against the ramps of the lift, and though she didn’t tie a strap to it, she was hardly ignoring the stiffened flesh of his cock as she moved across his abdomen, bringing thick, black straps of rubber across his torso in a criss-crossing pattern.
“Didn’t really know I wanted it until you put it on the table, but now that I’ve had a piece...”
Their voices came together as Teej confessed to wanting “the whole thing,” and Sierra, in turn, finished giving him exactly that, binding his wrists above his head to a brace in the lift itself.
Shackled up with literal chains and rubber, Teej could have stopped there and crossed it off the list as the kinkiest day of his year, so far...but the weight of a soaked, pre-lubed cock was hanging just by the edge of his face as the coyote jumped down from the side of the lift and walked back around to the front.
“If you really think you can handle the whole thing, I’m more than happy to deliver,” Sierra offered. “And the longer you can go for me...the bigger your discount will be.”
It almost sounded as if she was referring to the size of the toy, but to the best of his knowledge, such a thing didn’t exist.
After the day he had and the night that was unfolding, however, he wouldn’t have been at all surprised if the already impressive feeldoe found a way to become larger...
...and as that soaking tip pressed against his tight, spread pucker, it already felt plenty large enough.
“Nothing I can do but bite my lip and clench my stomach, is there?” Teej asked.
“And who’s fault is that?”
She wasn’t afraid to be honest with the vulpine about what he’d done to put himself in that predicament: she’d set out wrapping, but he was the one who decided to be her present for the evening.
For offering himself up as such delightful stress relief, Sierra would lop plenty off of his bill, but in the heat of the moment, it was more fun to let him wonder, as the first inches of the toy sunk into his warm, gripping tailhole.
“Fair...f-fair point,” Teej worked out the words as he tried to stay calm, but looking down and seeing the mischievous grin on the coyote, he felt a moment of doubt and decided to put those chains to the test.
Pulling up with his forearms, he found his wrists couldn’t break from those bonds; even pulling them away from the lift itself proved impossible.
“Go ahead and squirm, darling. The harder you wiggle, the b-better it feels for me...”
Sierra wasn’t quite a hedonist, but she cared enough about her own pleasure to be selfish, when she found herself in such a grand situation.
To have Teej humping back against the toy just enough to force the egg within her womanhood to rub upon her g-spot was a fortunate coincidence, but the sensation of thrusting herself into such delights was a quick addiction...and that was before the plucky coyote turned on the vibrating bullet in the base of her toy.
As much as she was full of surprises, Sierra was the one who found Teej to a barrel of bottomless delights. Just one push of the button and a moment of vibrations brought a heavenly groan from his throat, but as much as the sound tickled her ears, it was the slick, colorless sight of precum bursting from the tip of his cock that won her over.
Thanks to the unique rig and the smaller frame of her body, she had the rare, but undeniably blessed fortune to be able to lean over and run her tongue along the tip of that member as she pumped, giving her a tasty sample of the kitsune without spoiling how close she already was to her climax.
Just holding steady around her mouthful for a moment, she pondered her next move, allowing the vulpine to sit and enjoy the vibrations of her false cock without the added pressure of a thrust.
“You...a-already worn yourself out down there?”
Sierra wasn’t afraid to tease or push buttons, but she was shocked to hear that Teej still had a little bit of trickster energy about him, even with the full shaft of a sex toy buried in his backside.
“I know it’s a long way for you to thrust, at that height,” he kept at it, even as Sierra grumbled around her precarious mouthful. “If you need a break-”
“The only thing that’s getting broken around here is you,” she said, just as she pulled off the tip of his member. A strand of spittle flung away from her lips, tickling the orbs in an already taut sack, but the greater volume was the precum that started flowing, dripping as though from a leaky faucet. “But I do love when they have a little extra attitude about it...makes it more fun to see their reaction when I’m done with them.”
The treat came to an end on the other side of a lunging thrust, and once she found her stride, the coyote simply refused to hit the breaks: pumping from the hip with a degree of skill that any man would have been proud to call their own, Sierra worked into her new customer with as much concern for depth as pace, and from her position, she had the visual delight of watching the kitsune’s asshole stretch around the widest girth of the toy, expanding that tender, pink ring and leaving it gaping on the return.
“You might n-not find me as easy to break as your other conquests, Sierra...”
It wasn’t meant to be a competition, but the flip switched back the other way as Sierra put wrecking the kitsune ahead of her own orgasm.
Close as she was to that release, she only had moments left to spare, but one paw grabbed his sack with a delicate hold, and the other pumped at his shaft as chains kept his legs elevated and out of the way.
“Then I’ll stop holding back,” she threatened, but those words left from quivering lips, a little less confident than they’d been before. “Damn...w-why did you have to be this much f-fun to fuck?”
Legs quivered around the weight of a buzzing egg, and deep inside, Sierra’s inner walls were clenching on the toy a moment before she felt the familiar, masculine pulse of an orgasm pumping through the kitsune.
She didn’t have much time to save herself from the mess, crying out in orgasmic bliss just as she opened her maw around the tip of his cock, but she couldn’t hide the tight wince of her eyes when she suckled hard, swallowing back that first gush.
Teej had one teasing phrase planned out for her, but that was before she hunched over and swallowed the head of his cock at the peak of his bliss.
“Oh...o-oh, fuck...nnnfuck...f-fuck me, Sierra!” was far from the tease he’d planned to offer, but those words carried far greater sincerity, as her hips continued to pound him further and further into submissive ecstasy. “I’ve n-never felt anything...a-anything like this!”
Trying her best not to grin a wide, cocky grin around her mouthful, Sierra couldn’t help herself, and the leaking trails of slick, pearly cum were already forming a puddle under the lift, the same as plenty of other well-oiled machines had in the past.
They’d have plenty of time to clean up that mess in the morning...but as Sierra gulped down another burst of vulpine yield, she was already looking forward to offering him an even larger discount, if he was up to the task.
