FSE

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This story was written for Kemper as part of my patreon request days for December 2017. It contains M/F lewdness between consenting adults in a public place. :3

The Dangers of Boredom

The coffee shop was packed. The queue in front of him was a dozen deep, and after a long day of work Kemper was bored out of his skull. For that reason, he was on his phone. He'd already checked twitter and facebook a dozen times each, opening and closing his browser only to find it popping back up again some thirty seconds later. He'd scrolled through his podcast feed, lamenting his lack of headphones as he saw four or five titles he could easily have listened to in order to pass the time, and he had already checked the app store for some quick, easy game to keep his mind and fingers occupied until he could grab his coffee and begin to make his way home for the weekend. Alas the wifi signal here was terrible, thus the feline male found himself with only one possible solution to his near cataclysmic state of boredom.

He pulled up his phone's photo gallery, scrolled back to the very beginning of the many hundred unsorted images he had taken over the year or so of owning this device, and began to browse through them one by one in a desperate attempt to glean absolutely any sort of interest.

A picture of his bedroom after he'd rearranged the furniture. Yawn.

An image of some torrential rain, droplets impacting with such force that they made the already lying groundwater splash upward like a thousand dancing nymphs. Pretty, but only worth a few seconds of admiration.

A picture of a tasty meal he'd eaten. His stomach growled.

Another picture of food.

Another picture of food.

Another. Oh god, he was hungry. The cat glanced up as he scrolled to the next image, rising up on his tip-toes and trying to see whether the distant counter of the coffee shop had any chocolate muffins left.

He heard a grunt from behind him in the queue, a sound of frustration, perhaps of surprise, but he didn't look round. Making eye contact or indeed any other sort of contact with a stranger in a coffee shop queue wasn't something you did lightly, not even when agonising boredom was demanding that you find some way to fill in the interminable minutes and seconds till coffee and the journey home could begin. Kemper glanced back down at his phone, his thumb having idly skipped along to the next photo as he was just beginning to glance up to scan for potential muffins. His eyes bulged. A strangled mewl rose in the feline's throat, only to be stifled back at the last possible second, and in his hurry to switch to the next photo he almost dropped his phone entirely, so shocked, so humiliated by what he saw visible upon its screen, not just to him but to anyone who might have walked past him or peered over his shoulder in that moment.

An image of himself. Naked, sprawled out on his bed, with his phone held high up over him, taking a selfie not just of his playfully grinning face, but of his bare, spotty furred body and his exposed, swollen erection. His eyes got wider still as to his horror the next image was a closer view of his cock, one hand wrapped around it, the motion blur suggesting that he was mid-masturbation. The next image was similar, and the one after that showed several white streaks painted across the black fur of his chest. Why Kemper hadn't simply shut off the screen of his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket at this point only hindsight would possibly know, but he kept on scrolling through selfie after lewd selfie from that particular photo session until finally he reached an image of yet another plate of food. He sagged visibly in relief. He groaned under his breath in shame. And horrified, humiliated, only then did Kemper look nervously around to see if anyone had witnessed what he had unintentionally revealed to the world for what had only been a few brief seconds, but yet an eternity at the same time.

To his left, no-one.

To his right, nothing. In front, other people queuing and talking and muttering in bored frustration at the length of the queue and the pitifully insignificant numbers of staff working to serve them all coffee.

And behind him...

He turned his head.

He saw a pair of arms folded over a broad chest. A pair of arms that bore heavy muscles, and a chest that rested at head height with him. His eyes bulged anew as those arms unfurled, exposing the dark, sleeveless hooded sweater covering their short, grey and tan hued fur. One of the arms fell to the owner's side, but the other extended a finger and twitched it pointedly upward. A gesture that universally meant only one thing. Kemper swallowed, and followed its direction, looking up into the face of its owner.

Peering down the bridge of a broad, smugly grinning muzzle, two sharp amber eyes pierced Kemper's very being. Above them, a pair of shades rested upon the dog's forehead, the hood of her sweater raised and perched upon her pointed ears. Her teeth shone sharp and fierce as she grinned down at Kemper, and her eyes flashed as she leaned her buff body down towards the trembling cat and growled in a stern, warning rumble under her breath.

"Some people might think you were a pervert, browsing porn in public. Some folk might think you're a narcissist, the fact that the porn was of you. That was you, right?"

Kemper shuddered in terror and humiliation, but nodded nonetheless as she asked that question.

"Some people might yell out. Make a fuss. Call you a creep. Get you banned from the coffee shop, driven out of the building. Maybe even get the police involved."

The sabretooth cat cringed, trembling and shaking his head as his eyes widened with pleading desperation.

"Give me your phone."

The dog commanded simply, holding out one broad, strong hand before Kemper.

He did so without question.

She smiled. She turned, and began to walk out of the queue, not towards the exit of the coffee shop but towards one side of its crowded interior. After a few steps, her ears twitched beneath the fabric of her hoodie. She turned her head, peering back over one broad shoulder, her whole body rippling with power as Kemper regarded the black running shorts she was wearing upon her lower half, her tail short but undocked, wagging urgently in confirmation of how much she was enjoying herself right now. When she saw the shock in Kemper's eyes, the nervous anguish, it only began to wag harder. The dog licked her lips, and twitched her head sharply backward, urging... demanding Kemper follow her.

He did so without question.

The dog led him to the side of the store, and its enclosed restrooms. They passed by a man on his way out of the men's room, but as was customary no eye contact was made, no acknowledgement of one another's presence whatsoever. They passed the men's room door. And the ladies. To a third restroom, labelled as both wheelchair accessible and suitable for any gender's usage. She pushed the door open, and gestured for Kemper to step inside.

Needless to say, he did so without question.

She followed.

She closed the door behind them.

She locked it.

And even as she turned back to face Kemper once more, her hand was thumbing at his phone once again. Her eyes were shining as she grinned toothily and held the phone up to Kemper, showing him that same image of himself grinning up from where he lay upon his bed, naked, aroused and ready to perform.

"Cute pictures."

She continued to show Kemper the screen as she tapped at it again, pulling up the gallery menu and selecting that and several other lewd images before hitting an option labelled 'send as message'. The cat stood, crimson-cheeked and frozen in terror, as she tapped a number into the phone from memory, added a simple smiley face emote as text, and hit send.

A few seconds later, from one of the zipped pockets in the front of her hoodie, a gentle buzzing sound rang out. Kemper mewled in dismay as he realised what was happening. He was about to be blackmailed. Extorted for money. Told that if he didn't do exactly as this woman said, she was probably going to text those pictures to each and every one of his contacts, just like she'd just done to herself. She was going to take his mistake, his simple, momentary mistake, and make his life an absolute hell for it.

At least, that was what Kemper believed for a handful of agonising seconds, right up until the buff dog threw him back his phone. He caught it out of sheer instinct and nothing more, eyes bulging and letting slip an uncontrollable whimper of confusion. Another, louder whimper followed when the dog grinned, pressed both her thumbs down the front of her running shorts, and pulled the crotch downward to flash Kemper the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. She growled lustily, grinning as the male's eyes widened and stared at her naked crotch.

"I'm gonna take those pictures home with me, and fuck myself to pieces while I look at them."

She held the crotch of her shorts down with one hand, and with the other demonstrated by taking two fingers of her free hand, spreading her legs a little wider, and pressing them briefly into herself with a grunt of effort and pleasure. When she removed them again, both were glistening slightly.

"I'm gonna make myself squirt thinking of what you were doing, who you were thinking about while you took these pictures. And if you're lucky, I might send you some pictures of me doing it."

She grabbed her phone out of her hoodie pocket, pointed it at her exposed crotch with her dampened hand, and growled happily as the camera flashed. A handful of seconds and some tapping later, Kemper's phone buzzed in his hand. He stared down at it in wonder, and shuddered, cheeks flushing with a different scarlet glow now as he saw the close-up of the dog's crotch that she had just sent him.

By the time he looked up from that incredible image, she was right on top of him. They stood almost body to body, Kemper's face was practically buried in the powerful canine's chest. All he could do was let slip a pathetic groan as she reached out and grabbed his crotch through his slacks, his cock already rock hard in the brief time that had elapsed since this woman had begun flashing him. She squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, and licked her lips as he grunted again and mindlessly humped against her touch.

"Send me more pictures. Video too, if you like. No chatting. No touchy feely bullshit. Just porn. You show me yours..."

She squeezed him again, Kemper yelped.

"...and I'll show you mine. Just, maybe try not to check it out in the middle of a fucking crowded coffee shop, yeah?"

A moment later she was stepping back from him. Her shorts were up again, and her phone was back in her pocket. She approached the restroom door just a moment later, and licked her lips once again as she glanced back over her shoulder and regarded Kemper one final time. The black furred, white spotted sabretooth was trembling from top to toe, and the front of his slacks were not only tented, but glistening with a tiny but slowly spreading wet spot where his pre-cum was beginning to soak through.

"Might wanna lock the door after I go. Take care of that. And... bonus points if you wanna take pictures. It's even hotter if I can think it's because of me."

She opened the door and stepped out into the corridor behind, all but one hand upon the door disappearing from view for a moment or so. Then her head popped back in, and she grinned toothily at Kemper as he stood there staring blankly at her, overwhelmed, chest heaving and cock throbbing within his trousers, all but ready to erupt right there and then.

"See you around, pretty boy."

She winked at Kemper playfully before her head withdrew once more.

The door closed a moment or so later, and remained closed until Kemper staggered over and locked it behind him.

He whimpered, and sagged against the nearest wall in relief.

She was gone.

It was over, and she was gone.

And yet...

Kemper trembled as he began to unbutton his slacks, pushing them down around his knees right where he stood, boxers along with them.

He fumbled his phone into position, and opened up the camera before setting it to recording mode.

With his free hand already wrapping itself around his straining erection, he began to film himself as he started to masturbate. Shamelessly, urgently, only a short way away from cumming already after all that she had done to him.

She was gone, and yet her influence lingered. The image of her pussy, of her wet fingers seared into his mind as he masturbated and recorded himself, his gasps and moans echoing off the small restroom's tile walls and finding themselves captured alongside the image of his paw feverishly moving over his throbbing member.

"Y-you did this to me..."

He moaned as he jerked himself off, his heart pounding, his body flooded with adrenaline, his phone recording every detail of exactly what the nameless dog had done to him.

"You did this. Oh god. Oh. Oh, I... I'm gonna..."

He shuddered. His body convulsed as he felt himself approaching orgasm, so fast, so hard, so good.

"Now, p-please... oh god, fuck. Please... w-whoever you are... let me do this to you, too."

By Jeeves

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