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This story was written for Kemper as his patreon Flash Fiction for the month of July 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Morning Motivation

Kemper yawned loudly and tousled his somewhat frizzy bed-head as he approached the gates of the park near his apartment building. The sabretoothed feline's cheeks might have been flushed crimson beneath his black and white speckled fur, and his body might have been trembling with anticipation as he clutched his phone in one hand, but as a jogger moved past him on their way out of the already open, publicly accessible park-land, even all those feelings combined couldn't keep Kemper's body from reacting to the fact that he was up at 5.30am. Once more he glanced down at his phone, reminding himself why he was here, why he was up at this ungodly early hour. He saw the message resting upon the screen, delivered some thirty minutes ago. It wasn't the first time he'd received a message like this. In fact, it was one of several similar messages he'd received over the last couple of weeks alone. Regardless of the messages' regularity or increasing familiarity though, Kemper didn't think he'd ever get used to them, nor what they were asking of him.

'Need some motivation today. 5.30. West park gate. Be there.'

He yawned again as he walked through the wrought metal archway of the park's western gate, but rather than continuing onward into the park stepped off to the side of the pathway and leaned back against the park's exterior wall, waist high with metal railings rising above. In a few hours, he had work. He should have been in bed right then. He should have been fast asleep, and he could have been, too. Kemper had no obligation to be here, and the person sending him those text messages had made it more than clear that he was welcome to ignore her without any risk of consequence. He wasn't beholden to her. They had no degree of responsibility or commitment to one another. For as long as they found their interactions fun and pleasant, they'd continue. And when it stopped being that way for either one of them, they'd go their separate ways without any fuss.

Until then, though... Kemper was fully aware that he might well continue to receive these early morning text messages with a location, and a request for some motivational assistance. And until such a time as the slight fatigue and the early nights such early mornings essentially demanded of him grew to become a genuine inconvenience, Kemper simply couldn't imagine turning down such a request. Not when the kind of motivation that Freya required was so invigorating not just for the doberman herself, but for him as an equal participant, too. He raised his phone in his hand, and sent a message in response to the one that had roused him from sleep less than half an hour ago.

'I'm here'

Barely two or three minutes passed with Kemper standing at the gate, his phone in hand, before he saw another jogger approaching in the distance from within the park. Their body was tall and strong, much more so than his own, and as soon as the feline male saw them get close enough to make out the black shorts and sleeveless hoodie resting upon a powerful frame with short, greyish black and tan coloured fur, he felt his body begin to stir and awaken in ways it had yet to do thus far that morning. He stepped away from the wall, and slipped his phone back into his pocket as he began to walk towards the figure. They continued to jog towards him, but rather than stopping as the dog reached the sabretooth cat, her athletic form continued to move, running literal circles around Kemper as she huffed and growled, panting to him under her breath.

"I've done three laps of the park so far, and I'm flagging. I've gotta hit five. Help me out. C'mon."

That was it. That was all she said to him before beginning to jog onward once more, back towards the gate of the park itself. Kemper smiled nonetheless, and chuckled as he turned and began to jog slowly after her in his sweats. He knew that Freya could have gotten herself a coffee to perk herself up, there was after all a coffee shop not too far away and the feline knew all too well that the doberman drank coffee. Hell, there were any number of ways that she could have re-energised herself, and beyond that Kemper didn't believe for a moment that without any of those options she would simply have given up and headed home. But, she had texted him instead. She had called on him to motivate and restore her supposedly faltering stamina.

And of course, he'd come. Freya had called on him, and whether or not he recognised or suspected the sincerity of her need, he had answered her request.

Freya turned as she reached the gate, and began to run along the length of the park's inner wall. Kemper followed, and for several minutes they jogged along, away from the park's main thoroughfare with their bare paws slapping against the dew rich morning grass. He heard her huffing and panting from up ahead, but Freya's movements were tireless and perfectly practised despite any supposed fatigue she was feeling. He meanwhile, trim as his body may have been, was already beginning to ache and feel decidedly drained from their brief bout of jogging. Thus, it was a great relief to Kemper when finally Freya paused and looked around them. She peered out through the railings of the park wall, no longer opening out onto open streets but another green space, the rear of some sports club; a lawn bowls association whose clubhouse backed onto the park a short distance away. Her gaze turned left and right, peering along the walls in either direction in search of any signs of other intelligent life beyond herself and Kemper, and when she didn't find any, her panting muzzle let slip a deep, longing growl.

Hungrily and hurriedly the doberman turned to face the railings once more, looked back over her shoulder to where Kemper was standing, catching his breath with his sweat pants already visibly tented in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen, and grinned toothily. She reached down to her shorts, short but sturdy tail wagging wildly from side to side above their hem, and tugged them sharply down to her knees. Bending forward slightly, spreading her legs further to hold her shorts in place even as her hands moved to grip at the park's railings, Freya murmured to the sabretoothed cat once again.

"C'mon. Give it to me."

With that kind of motivation presented to him, the doberman's tight, incredible ass and beautiful pussy waiting for him right there, what else could Kemper possibly do but immediately and urgently obey. He dragged down the front of his sweat pants, revealing that like Freya herself there was no underwear hidden beneath them, and stumbled hurriedly up to her with his cock exposed and throbbing. The doberman's eyelids grew heavy and half-lidded with bliss as she felt him slide into her, and she let loose a long, happy groan as Kemper's hips drove against her firm buttocks just moment later, his cock hilted within her right to its base.

"F-fuck... that's it. Screw me."

With her tongue lolling out and a blissful look already spread across her face, Freya urged Kemper onward and he responded eagerly. He began to fuck her. To deliver short, sharp and rapid thrusts in and out of Freya right there beneath the open air and the beautiful morning sun. The slapping of furred flesh against furred flesh rang out between them, and alongside the doberman's panting and moaning, Kemper too began to grunt and huff in breathless effort. He hammered into her as hard and as fast as he could for more than a minute without pause, without missing a single thrust, and only stopped for a moment when with a growl of frustration and longing he felt his knot beginning to swell, the sabretoothed male's canine heritage betraying him on this occasion as he was forced to pull out and wrap one hand around the base of his shaft to ensure that he didn't accidentally lock them together here.

Despite that inch or two of cock now removed from contention as he squeezed and fondled his knot while continuing to pleasure the doberman, Kemper still did everything in his power to grant Freya what she so obviously craved. It worked, too. Within minutes her eyes were rolling back into her head, and as a few strands of drool dribbled down her chin and dripped onto the grassy ground between her and the park's railings, Freya's powerful body shook like a leaf while she moaned pleadingly to Kemper.

"Right there. Fuck. Fuck, y-yes... right fucking there."

He could see her hands gripping tighter and tighter at the railings, able to hear the metal rattling as she shook them uncontrollably while her whole body quaked alongside Kemper's thrusts. Her tail slapped across the male's stomach over and over again as it wagged uncontrollably, and all the while her pussy clamped and milked at his cock as it slipped urgently in and out, those spasms and squeezes growing ever more powerful as whatever sweet spots his erection was hitting, it got Freya exactly where she needed to be.

"Ahhgod. Ahhhhhhyessss. Yes, I... I'm... yes! Fuck!"

Kemper wouldn't have been the slightest bit surprised if Freya had ripped one of the metal railings clean out of the park wall as she threw her head back and barked a guttural, frantic cry of ecstasy. A hot gush of juices flooded out around his cock and over the fur of his crotch, and the sabretoothed male's eyes rolled back as he felt the squeezing and clutching of her pussy around his erection reach new extremes as Freya surrendered to the throes of a mind bending orgasm. Beyond that first cry she didn't let loose any howls or further roars of bliss, just grunting, trembling and letting loose surge after surge of hot ejaculate. It was those waves of liquid though, alongside the obvious and equally physical stimulation of her pussy's convulsions, which drove Kemper over the edge himself.

Panting and moaning, holding his cock deep inside Freya as she spasmed and milked him, Kemper massaged his knot in time with the doberman's orgasmic contractions. His eyes rolled. His hips bucked involuntarily despite already being as deep within Freya as he could get, and both he and the doberman let loose a long, lingering groan of pure joyous elation as he began to cum. Hot, thick ribbons of Kemper's seed flooded deep into the dog's still clutching, cumming depths, and as Kemper's quaking body rose up onto its tiptoes to hold himself as close and as tight as possible against and within the larger, stronger woman, there were a few blissful moments where neither one of them was the slightest bit aware of anything else in all the world existing other than the two of them, and their shared, seemingly eternal pleasure.

Infinite as it might have seemed in the moment of course, their shared rapture did end. Kemper groaned softly and took a shaky, weak-kneed step back as his cock became too sensitive to linger within Freya's still occasionally squeezing, clutching depths any longer. It emerged, glistening and dripping wet with their shared arousal, and after a few moments of standing and staring at Freya's own pussy as it winked and dribbled with its own overflow of their desire, Kemper pulled his sweat pants back up over his still hard cock while the doberman reached down and dragged her shorts back up, too.

She turned to face him, still panting and now grinning from ear to ear, face visibly flushed beneath her short fur and the interior of her ears glowing crimson. For a moment it looked like Freya was going to say something, not just something, but something heartfelt, perhaps even sentimental. But then, whatever thought it was that had prompted that possibility seemed to pass. She grinned a toothy grin, winked at him, and raised one hand with its thumb firmly pointed upward.

"Mmmnh, fuck. Just what I needed. Thanks, Kemper."

She stretched. She flexed her arms and legs, and began to jog on the spot for a few moments as she looked the blushing, beaming sabretoothed cat up and down.

"See you around, yeah?"

She nodded to him as she spoke in a warm, affectionate growl, and then she was off once more, jogging away around the edge of the park without another word or seemingly another thought for the man who had just cum inside her barely a minute ago.

Kemper watched her go until she was out of sight, and then after reaching down and rearranging his still somewhat plump cock and swollen knot to conceal it as best he could, he smiled and began to wander back in the other direction. Towards the park gate, and towards his home, and his bed. It wasn't even 6am yet, so if he got home in good time he could easily get another hour or so of sleep before he had to get up for work.

As Kemper reached the gate however, he paused rather than walking right through it. He looked up at the bright morning sky, then down at his body in its loose fitting attire. He stretched out his arms and arched his back, rising up onto the tips of his toes as even his tail muscles flexed and tested themselves out. One thing he did not do however as he considered his options, was yawn.

He wasn't actually that tired any more, and thus to head back home and try to sleep... it seemed like something of a waste of an early start. He was awake. He was here. He was somewhat suitably dressed. And right now, he was more than motivated.

Kemper took a deep breath, closed his eyes and thought of Freya once more. Of her pussy milking him, and her beautiful, powerful body trembling in orgasm before him. Then his eyes opened up again, and with a broad smile spreading uncontrollably across his face, he turned away from the gate and began to jog into the park.

By Jeeves

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