Stink Cadillac (c)1997
by KillJoy

"What a sweet deal!", thought Sosha "Trading my old junker for this
Cadillac. " Sosha squealed around a corner, enjoying her new wheels.
With the top down, wind blew through her long brown, trailing it behind
her. The car was perfect, right down to the plush seats and chrome
hubcaps. Sosha didn't care for the music on the AM radio stations but,
she had the old radio blaring any ways, adding to the rush.

"God I love this car!", Sosha stroked the seat as she drove. "I'd like
to break in the back seat with Bradly, haven't seen him since that night
at my place.", Sosha dreamed, "That night was intense." Sosha rubbed
herself through her lace panties, having easy access due to the
mini-skirt she was wearing. The speed of her car soon matched that of
her fingers as she lost track of the speed limit, she flew down the road.

Sosha's fingers rubbed and prodded at her mount, pushing her panties
aside. She worked feverishly now, imagining the night she spent with
Bradly and pressing harder on the gas peddle, as she reached limits.
A screaming siren and flashing lights brought her back and Sosha found
a squad car in her rear view.

"Oh god!", Sosha looked at her speedometer which read 100 mph, she hit
the breaks bringing her to a screeching halt. The squad car pulled in
behind her, A large wolf in a police uniform climbed out. He adjusted
his belt and pulled his ticket book out of its holder.

Sosha had no idea what do to, here she was in a brand new car, her
panties sopping with juice and no way to hide it to because of her
mini-skirt, "I'm so embarrassed." The wolf stopped to check her license
plate and then moved to the door, finding the young skunkess trying to
cover her lap with her purse, "Do you know why I stopped you?" "Well,
officer, I had a bad day at work and I guess I wasn't watching my speed."
Sosha tried to sound sincere.

"You were go 100 in a 55 area, some thing big must have been on your
mind", he said. Some thing big had been on her mind but, she wasn't about
to tell him what it was. Sosha heard a sniffing sound and looked up at
the officer for the first time. He couldn't have been more then 27 and
with the mirrored sun glasses, he could have been in the movies. She saw
as his nose flinched at the end of his muzzle, searching for a scent in
the air. "Oh god, he know!", she thought, the skin under her furry cheeks
reddening with embarrassment.

"I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car miss." "Ummmm...
I'd rather not sir.", Sosha squeaked. His eye stared at her through
the chrome colored glasses which slid down his muzzle as he leaned
into the window. Sosha know she had been discovered as he continued
to sniff and his lips pulled back, revealing his white canine teeth.
His ears moved back as his face took on a wolfish grin. He inhaled
deeper, filling his nose with the fragrance he had found.

"Slow down next time, OK?", he said, a slight laugh following.
He turned back to his car and walked away. Sosha couldn't believe
what had just happened, sitting shocked in the seat. Out of the corner
of her eye, she caught the officer adjusting his crotch in the mirror,
a lump had risen uncomfortable in the tight pants. He looked back at
her as he entered his car, and then pulled away.

Sosha sat there for a while before starting home, she drove slowly, still
in shock. "There's another one for my diary.", she whispered as she pulled
into her drive way.
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For this story, I worked from a picture of "Melissah" done by Steven
Blodgett. This was the first story I had writers block on. I find working
from picture help out. Type and look, look and type. If you haven't read
"Scentesa", then your not familiar with Sosha, who was the star of that
and this story. Think of this a the sequel to that one.