February Character Spotlight: Sierra Lorel! (Patreon)

Our second Character Spotlight post is here! This interview features one Sierra Lorel, a coyote mechanic that's appeared in a number of different stories in the past. She knows what she's about, and what these interviews are about, so she arrives ready to entertain.

As promised last month, you'll be able to ask a bonus AMA question to Sierra this month if you're interested, and any stories you commission featuring her as a main character will receive a 2% off bonus discount!

With nothing further, we join Sierra for the first interview she's ever given, and she's...dressed for work.

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Sierra Lorel is such a familiar face around the studio that it wouldn’t have mattered what she showed up for her interview in, but no one was surprised to see her in the dirty, oil-stained set of overalls that she was so fond of.

The interviewer himself was visibly relieved to see that she at least had the modesty to wear a sports bra underneath, but that only offered so much cover for the spunky coyote, and she was never one to miss the obvious.

Making someone else uncomfortable was a surefire way to bring a grin to her lips.

“You’re early,” she declares, as she takes her seat and leans over the table, a rag still hanging out of her back pocket. “Better than I can expect of most of my dates…that’s a little sad, isn’t it?”

The usual interviewer is sitting on his own end of the table, his face obscured by the notepad and his pen already scrawling notes across the pages.

“This isn’t a date, but I do take punctuality rather seriously…and I assume you do, as well?”

“Of course I do,” she answers, “But those aren’t the kind of questions you called me in for, and we both know it…go on, dude: get down to the good stuff.”

“We’ve known each other all these years, and you didn’t want to spend any time catching up first?”

“Got more pressing matters to get to than a trip down memory lane, and I already know what you’ve been up to lately, so…let’s cut to the chase.”

The interviewer chuckles, but he nods his agreement. A sip of scotch crosses the back of his tongue before he turns his attention back to the list. “Well, why don’t you tell everyone a bit about yourself, Sierra? You’re one of the longest tenured employees here at the studio…certainly made the most appearances over the years.”

“Well…my name’s Sierra Lorel,” she repeats. “I’m a coyote, a mechanic, and evidently, I’m one of the more requested characters out there! Thanks for voting for me, everyone…I’ll try not to let it go to my head, but I’m always happy to be back in the spotlight, even if it’s just for a minute.”

“You do prefer the confines of your garage, don’t you?”

“Oh, naturally,” she answers. “When I’m working on a car or a motorcycle, taking apart an engine and giving it new life, or even just changing the fluids on an overdue vehicle…I just feel right. It’s like that’s where I was meant to be, and that’s what I was meant to be doing.”

“…But we both know you’ve done more than ordinary work in your garage.”

“It helps that I live where I work, but…yeah…definitely have some straps hidden in the racks that I keep my tools on. There’s also the ghosts that apparently haunt the garage and only come around when they wanna finger me and grope me, but that’s convenient when you’re in the middle of a dry spell and you’re tired of masturbating.”

Despite having known her for such a long time, the interviewer is still visibly rattled by just how blunt Sierra can be. Another sip delays his next question, and the burn in his throat doesn’t take anything away from the warmth in his cheeks.

“Not to sound like I’m judging-

“We both know you are.”

“But…you don’t go through so many dry spells, do you?”

“Not at all. Between random visits from Leo and the occasional overtime shift with Stephanie, my sexual calendar is pretty well filled up…but I’ve still found time to sneak Dani and Rebecca into my schedule, as well…and yet, I’ll still have a month where it seems like no one is calling.”

“And I suppose those are the months where some of our customers might come into play?”

“I sure hope so. The garage gets a little lonely sometimes, but there’s always a little extra room in my bed…”

She doesn’t sound properly upset about being lonely, suggesting that she does enjoy a little time alone with her thoughts.

“And when you’ve got the bed all to yourself?”

“Well, you already know what I do with it, but since this is an interview, yes…I take plenty of time to enjoy myself when I’ve got it, and I’ve gotten myself into trouble once or twice by wandering around my shop in nothing but my overalls during business hours. Never had anyone complain about that fact, but…I’ve had to close the shop in the middle of the day before. It’s not always about changing the fluids on a car, you see.”

The interviewer snickers. “Naturally…and when it comes to helping someone change their fluids, how best do you like to get it done?”

“The straps in the storage racks have seen a lot of action, but I’m more creative than that. I’ve even used the car lifts for bondage situations…and I’ve been strung up from them once or twice, myself. I’m pretty equal opportunity like that, but as short as I am, it helps to be given a literal leg up, sometimes.”

“But do you prefer to have that leg lifted for you?”

“Equal opportunity applies in all manners of the phrase: men and women alike…though I’d say I prefer to be in control than to be controlled, as it were. Most people don’t suspect a tiny coyote can get the better of them, but plenty of people have left my garage with sore backsides and a smile on their face thanks to my world-famous service.”

“Ha! World-famous service…so anyone who pays your shop a visit should be concerned about you working on them, instead of their car?”

“I’m not a slut, dude. I have standards,” she remarks. “People still have to pay for their services, and I don’t just sleep with anyone that comes through my door. In fact, I’d say most of my sexual mishaps over the years have been the fault of a lazy author…who just happens to be sitting across the table from me.”

“…No comment.”

“Thought so.”

“And since you’ve completely derailed this interview-

“You’re welcome!” she cheers, beaming.

“Is there anything else the audience should know about you before you get yourself back to the shop?”

“Just that I’m really looking forward to spending some quality time with them this month. I like what you’re doing with that whole discount thing you’re running…but I hope they’ll know that just because they’re getting a better price for hanging out with me doesn’t mean they’re getting ripped off for content. I’m a flexible girl: you’d be surprised what I’m up for, if you’re just willing to ask!”

“Mind elaborating for us?” the interviewer asks, refusing to let her out of the spotlight just yet.

“I’ll reiterate the bondage part for you, and using less than conventional means is a lot of fun…anyone can use a leather strap or tie you up with a rope, but it takes a special kind of person to gag you with a shop towel and wrap you up in chains…and I should know, because I’m that kind of special person,” she claims, perhaps a bit too proudly. “And thanks to Rebecca, I’ve found I have a soft spot for hypnosis, on either end of the equation…”

“That didn’t go so well for you the last time, did it?”

“Once again, I blame the author, but I ended up having enough fun with it before all was said and done.”

“You certainly did, and I fear that I’ve interrupted some of your fun on the other side of the studio, so…shall we let you back to it?”

“It would be rude to keep Stephanie waiting any longer,” Sierra confirms. “But you guys are welcome to bug me anytime! I love meeting new customers and fans, and even though I won’t always answer the front door, you can always try the garage.”

“…Is…is that a clever anal reference?”

“Could be,” she replies, giggling. “Hadn’t really considered that, actually! I’m too clever for my own good; I guess it depends on who’s asking, though.”

“Well, not me…”

“No kidding, doofus. You’re married…but for those of you who can get away with having some fun with a fun-sized coyote, come on down to the shop this month.”

She hops out of her chair and walks past the interviewer, taking his scotch glass from the table and pouring the remaining contents right down her throat without hesitation. Her tail puffs with the intense burn that coats her throat, but she knew exactly what she was getting into when she took the drink…and she even gets a high-five from the interviewer for her efforts, before she heads for the door.

“See you all soon…you’re long overdue for some preventative maintenance.”