>Be the bus driver to the "Lylat Cruise" band >Driving across several states in a taco fest of a van >Lots of singing and general cattiness >Your ears want to die, despite their music being pretty good >But you do a very good job of tuning them out >Just focus on the road. Pretend you're playing Desert Bus >Then you feel a tap on your shoulder >It's the keytar doggo, Fay Spaniel. >An angel, sweetheart, and pretty fucking cute >Also the youngest in the band >"You've been driving for awhile, you ok?" >You've driven for longer, you're ok. >"Mentally, dude. You've been staring at asphalt in a taco van for how many hours?" >You've done it before, you can do it again. >"Screw it, I'll humor you for a bit." >So, you had a pleasant conversation together while the rest of the girls rambled on. >You learned that she was a natural with music instruments and grew up as a valley girl. >You told her that you were a small time champion of a demolition derby, making you very experienced behind the wheel. >Then she cut it short, and her girly voice switched to a more serious note >"Fuck it dude, wanna just skip to the handjob?" >Fucking what >"I'm bored. You're bored. I have needs. You have needs." >You nervously decline. You're driving in a crowded and closed van, and you don't want complications with those who write your paycheck. >"Don't worry about it. Now stop outpussying the actual pussies with pussies." >You then ask her how old she is. She's textbook jailbait at best. >"Old enough in some places. What's wrong with youth anyway? I thought it was an admirable quality, at least to those nerds on the internet. You don't think I'm pretty?" >That wasn't worrying at all. Not. At. All. >You tell her that she's very pretty and cute. Doing your best to try to rub her off. Figuratively speaking. >"That's great! Now you and your friend are in agreement." >God fucking dammit >"How about it? I give ya a rub and a lick and that's that." >She's poking it now. You hold off protesting, trying to ignore her. >"'Yes' it is!" >What. No. >You tense up, feeling a paw where it shouldn't be. >Now you're frozen. It's free. You're too stiff to even say anything. >Tuning your ears to the other girls shows they are oblivious to the action in the front seat. >She slowly pumps, spreading your natural lubricant with her thumb as she looks forward with a cheeky grin. >She squeezes the base, giving you a shaky inhale. >Then pinches the head, making you sqeek subtly. >The tempo increases and you shiver. >A glance at her tells you that she's taking care of herself. >Horny little brat. >You flick on the radio in an attempt to drown out the slapping >It's a generic pop song. If it were one of their songs, they would have turned their attention to you. >She then scooches closer to you and whispers in your ear. >"Y'know... This is my first time doing anything like this in general. It's a good first impression." >You're pretty sure she can hear you screaming internally. And you aren't sure if this is even legal. >You shift a bit. Almost there. >"At the next motel, you can make me feel like a real rockstar." >Her head moves down. Then something warm and wet envelopes you. >Final straw. >Her muzzle bumps at the base as you shiver and jerk your hips upward. >It dies down, and you're still driving straight. >Fay pops back up. >"See, that wasn't so bad. Now wait for the- oh." >Minus the radio, the bus was quiet. >You're so fired.