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This story was written for Nicanor as his Patreon flash fiction for May. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Pre-Release

The evening had been planned out so perfectly. A tasty dinner, a late movie light and trashy enough to guarantee its entertainment value whether objectively bad or good, then a quick visit to a bar for the remaining hour till midnight and the pre-release event which Chloe in particular had been looking forward to for months. Ever since she had learned about her favourite classic arcade fighter getting an HD reboot, the fennec had been obsessed. She had spent days regaling Nicanor with tales of her youth with the game, its lore and the franchise history surrounding it. She had been amongst the first hundred in the world to pre-order the new version of the game, and had already booked an entire week of holiday from work starting today so that she could fully devote herself to enjoying it.

The evening had been planned out perfectly. Everything had been planned out perfectly, and that was what made it so much more frustrating when fifteen minutes after midnight the store's shutters remained lowered and its interior dark. The dozens of people present muttered and murmured in frustration. A few left, but many more remained in hope that the staff were simply late,or in the back room sorting out final preparations, or... something. By half past midnight the crowd was thinning. By a quarter to one there were perhaps only a third of the original number left. And just before one AM...

"Oh you're fucking kidding me! Look at the company's fucking twitter!"

A cry went up from one of the other fans still in attendance, and immediately all those remaining were on their phones. A series of muttered curses and grunts of greater frustration rang out, and within seconds the remaining number began to disperse. Nicanor didn't have his own phone out, the battery having been drained over the course of the night, but even before he looked over Chloe's shoulder the situation was obvious. Both he and the fennec jumped as a plump raccoon darted forward and levelled a fairly inoffensive kick at the shuttered frontage of the store, only to hobble away calling out all manner of obscenities in their wake. Chloe however did not respond so obviously or violently. Indeed she barely moved, and didn't utter a single word. She just kept on staring at her phone and the tweet pulled up upon it. A few words, followed by yet more on an image file to circumvent the character limit.

'TechTrail tweeted: A statement on Rage Fighters HD pre-release orders.

We were informed late yesterday that due to a shipping error only a small proportion of Rage Fighters HD games allocated to be sold at pre-release events and on launch day were actually en route. We prioritised our stores closest to where the games which did arrive were located as a matter of fairness. Our sincerest apologies to any of our valued customers who were unable to collect their pre-release copy as a result of this unforeseen and unfortunate issue. E-mails will be sent out over the next week letting all customers know when you local TechTrail store has your order in stock. We thank you for your patience and understanding until then.

~ Geoff Montgreen, VP Sales and Marketing, TechTrail Game Stores Ltd.

Nicanor snorted in disdain.

"The next week?! Fuck that shit. Cancel your pre-order and just download a digital copy from Vapour. If you decide you still want the collector's edition even after this, buy it somewhere else."

Chloe closed twitter. She slipped her phone back into her jacket and turned to the coyote with... a look.

At first Nicanor wasn't entirely sure what that look was. He wasn't certain what it meant purely because it was so different, so out of sync with the situation in which they currently found themselves. The fennec then took him by the hand, and still without a word led Nicanor past the shop-front before which they now stood entirely alone. They didn't go too far though. Not home, nor anywhere else in particular in fact. Just a short way past the store-front to the dead-ended, closed off alley beside it presumably present to allow off-street deliveries and such to the surrounding businesses.

Nicanor looked around nervously as he found himself being dragged into the dark and rather creepily silent alleyway, but his concern rapidly dissipated in favour of far more intense feelings and emotions as Chloe released his hand. She strode up to the nearest wall, the side of the very store which had let her down, and there in the gloom and shadows of the alley, an industrial dumpster hiding them from view from the street beyond, dragged her jeans and panties down around her knees in a single smooth motion.

She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with the same wild and untamed lust as the last time she had looked at the coyote, and growled.

"Fuck me."

Needless to say, Nicanor was a little confused. He stared at Chloe. At the fennec's smouldering expression, at her cute bare ass, obviously turned on but otherwise deeply uncertain what was happening here. Chloe's large ears twitched impatiently, her tail flicked wildly from side to side over her bare buttocks, and she moaned more firmly to the coyote.

"I've been looking forward to tonight for months, and some assholes who couldn't do their sums right are not going to ruin it for me. So... if I can't spent the rest of tonight fucking you up with my favourite classic game?"

She licked her lips, shuddering in desire, passion and frustration channelled into pure and frantic lust.

"I might as well enjoy it anyway by just fucking you."

She leaned over further, wiggling her ass backwards and reaching down between her legs, spreading the lips of her pussy open in a lewdly inviting manner.

"Fuck me, Nic. Knot me. Let me feel it grinding inside me. H-holding us together. M-make me cum right here in this alley. So long, so hard and s-so many times I f-forget all about the game."

Normally, Nicanor would never dream of telling Chloe no. He would never imagine wanting to tell her no, or even dreaming of envisioning a situation where not being on board with what she had in mind was even an issue.

And today... here, in public, in the middle of a dark and rather grimy alley with his lover's eyes blazing with a hunger born of frustration...

He stepped forward, unbuckling his jeans and reaching out to grasp at her ass. To squeeze her soft cheeks. To grind against her. To lean forward and kiss her, and help her forget about her troubles, no matter what they were... or where they were afflicting her.

Normally, Nicanor would never dream of telling Chloe no. And today was no different.

"A-ah... Nic!"

She cried out once as game or not, Nicanor began to deliver an all too familiar combo to her body.

"Ooohhhgodyesss..."

Within minutes she was grunting, huffing, whimpering happily under her breath as the coyote played and toyed with her, striking all her sweet spots with a raft of special moves he knew that she could not possibly defend against.

"Oh god! Ohhhhhfuck! Fuck yes! N-Nic!!"

"Ahhh! Ah, C-Chloe! Yeah!"

And not long after that, game or no game, the pre-release event was all over, and with his thick knot throbbing and locked deep inside of the fennec's writhing, clutching depths, their first release of many that night was well under way.

By Jeeves

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