Another summer, another day of sweltering heat. It was spring time, yet it had been unseasonably hot for Rodney. The Raccoon man wiped his brow as he felt the sweat on his skin trickle beneath his fur, damning the sun under his breath. Not even the hood of the gas station could provide proper relief from the mix of vengeful sun and wet, humid heat. All he could do was his job - to pump gas for these two passerbys in their small car, bumping popular music he didn't care for. Being a gas station attendant wasn't hard, per se. Get money, fill up a car, move on. The routine wasn't very active, as it made the 30+ year old raccoon gather a gut, much to his growing indifference to it. It also made him stiff in the back on cooler days...today, the stiffness was in a far less painful place. "Agh, Dammit old man," cried out the feminine voice below him. "You're soaked in sweat..." Hedgie was her name, a small hedgehog with her quills bouncing along with her head along his member. It was likely a nickname - Rodney could remember the roll of the hedgehog's eyes when it was uttered. Despite her disgust with his sweat, Hedgie returned to Rodney's mast, peppering the tip with gentle kisses, and sliding her tongue under his foreskin.
Well, some of you guys seem interested, so we'll see what response I get. But yeah, here's a snippet of some casual sex smut.
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