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This story was written for Tala Grovehorn as part of my Patreon request days for the month of September 2020. It contains M/F and solo hermaphrodite sexual acts in a public place, all involving consenting adults. :3

Take Me Out

Epona's eyes widened as she glanced away from the field below and up to the vast Fan-Cam screen set upon one wall of the stadium, showing off the most exuberantly cheering and waving fans. She smiled, but soon looked away from the screen and across the crowd around her in more general terms. The unicorn honestly wasn't much of a baseball fan, but she'd won a free ticket in what apparently were some really good seats in a raffle at work, and hey, free shit was free shit. Surprisingly she'd rather enjoyed the game so far, even if a part of that had been thanks to the beers and snacks which had come complimentary as part of whatever ticket bundle the prize had contained. But now her attention was starting to drift, and try as the unicorn might to focus her attentions on the field and the two equally but not particularly excitingly matched teams, it wasn't putting up much competition especially when compared to what she had just seen going on in the stands maybe two or three rows in front of her, the luxury seating in which she was at rest allowing her to get a view on those seats unlike another of the other people seated around them.

There were a couple, at least she presumed they were a couple, sitting side by side. A guy who from behind looked like either a very burly husky or a more slender wolf, and a female otter. She'd glanced down at them a few times already to see the guy's head rested on his partner's shoulder, her attention seemingly far more focused on the game itself than his, but now they were both sitting more attentively upright. To anyone in almost any other seat around them it might have looked like they were both just really into the game all of a sudden, but to Epona from her elevated position in these luxury seats, she could see where the canine male's right hand was going. She could see it resting between the woman's legs, sliding what looked like into the unzipped front of the jeans she was wearing, and rubbing back and forth. Rubbing, teasing, masturbating that woman right there amidst the crowd of thousands in attendance at this game.

Squirming in her seat, Epona tried not to pay attention. She wasn't offended by what she was seeing, quite the contrary. She tried not to look, not to think about it because she found the idea of that guy masturbating his partner in such a public and unabashed manner incredibly, deliciously hot, and because she knew what would happen if she looked and thought about it for too long. Glancing down at her lap and the painfully short skirt she'd opted to wear on this hot summer day, Epona snorted to herself in frustration as almost instantly her eyes found themselves dragged back to the couple. She tried to focus on the game, to glance at the scoreboard and then back down at the field, but as she considered the score her only thought was on how lucky that couple were to be able to score together. Epona blinked, and almost immediately as her eyes opened again she found them directed back towards those seats just a few rows away. To the man's hand, moving subtly but quicker now, and to the woman's upright posture and her hands on the arms of her chair, visibly clutching at them with ever increasing intensity.

Epona let slip an all but inaudible moan as she watched the otter shake suddenly, her tail whipping back and forth through the back of the chair in which she was seated and her head snapping back for a moment before amidst her shuddering she forced herself back into as much of a neutral, immobile position as her obviously pleasure stricken body would allow. The unicorn watched the otter's thighs clamp violently down around the hand between them, and when she watched the other woman relax some twenty seconds later, as the canine male finally withdraw his hand from between her legs, she saw the glint of unmistakable wetness upon his fingers reflected in the summer sun.

By the time Epona glanced back down at her own body, she realised that she was already done for. There was no chance now for her to resist, for her to stop thinking about that other couple's secretive pleasure before it affected her too much. The effect was already clear, and now it was Epona herself who had to shift her position and alter her posture in order to try and hide from the dozens, the hundreds, the thousands of people surrounding her in this stadium. She had to hide the fact that not only was her short above knee length skirt being lifted and tented by what was trapped in her panties, but slowly yet surely she could feel the fabric of her panties being teased and strained out of place by the urgent, horny throbbing of the herm unicorn's substantial cock. Her breathing grew ragged and heavy not just through the arousal lingering in her system as she continued to glance down at the now cuddly couple resting their heads together and holding hands in the wake of their more secretive intimacy. Epona wished now that she hadn't worn such a soft and silky pair of panties as the ones she'd picked out that morning, because while they were deliciously soft and comfortable, not to mention doing a fairly good job of holding her flaccid cock and ample balls in check while she was un-aroused, they felt really, really good against her erection.

Every time her cock twitched, it was like the softest velvet gloved fingertips were stroking the very tip of her cock, and every time that happened, every time her tented skirt bounced and jiggled while Epona tried to conceal it from those around her she was convinced that the next throb was going to be the one during which her cock would wriggle itself loose of those now far too small, vastly inadequate panties and make itself known as its full length protruded what would no doubt be several inches lower than than lowermost hem of her skirt.

"Get soft. Get soft. Get... oh god..."

As quietly as she could yet so urgently that she couldn't help but whisper it aloud, Epona begged her body to relent. To stop thinking about that couple and the woman's pleasure, to stop feeling the rush of hormones that were telling her body to become aroused, and the sensations that were only serving to self-sustain and even further enhance that arousal. She told herself that if she got soft she'd be able to stand up and go to a restroom, to slip into a stall and jerk herself off or hell, maybe even simply to go home early and spend the rest of the afternoon humping her biggest, thickest dildo before going out tonight to find someone to spend a whole night with doing much the same. But of course, thinking about that sort of thing only served to ensure that she most definitely would not allow her erection to diminish even for a single moment. In truth thinking those thoughts only made her hotter and harder than ever, and it was as Epona was picturing herself having to flee the stadium with her erection on full display, tented or simply lifting up the front of her skirt as it bounced and throbbed and flared for all to see, that a ragged groan of dismay escaped her lips. Sure enough she felt her cock finally strain one too many times at the interior of her stretched out and probably pre-cum stained panties, the material simply giving way and her cock finally springing entirely free; a good three inches of its dark, dappled head appearing out beneath the fabric of her short skirt and launching a thick, glistening ribbon of pre-cum out against the back of the thankfully empty seat directly in front of her.

Leaning further forward, resting herself on the back of the chair in front of her in order to try and conceal her now exposed erection from as many angles as possible, Epona clamped her legs around her erection and bit down on her bottom lip as her thighs squeezed at the thick, ample length of her cock. Her head span as she tried to think of what she could do, every single occurrence that had happened so far only serving to make her hotter and hornier, ensuring that it was less and less likely her erection would diminish in size at any point in the near future. She couldn't escape without first getting soft, and she couldn't get soft without escaping and handling the problem in the only way her body was guaranteed to respond to.

Unless.

Unless...

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she squeezed her thighs a little tighter together. Her eyes fell heavy lidded, and her hoofed feet scrabbled against the floor of the stadium's stand as the muscles of her thighs squeezed at her cock in a manner that was surprisingly pleasant. She looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed, to see if anyone might see what she was doing and even wonder what it was, assuming they couldn't simply tell outright as she had with the publicly amorous couple that had started this whole mess. It didn't look like it though. Everyone was focused on the game, with some big name pitcher apparently having taken his spot upon the mound as a new inning began. If she was supposed to know his name though, Epona didn't. Either that or she'd simply forgotten, using your thighs to masturbate yourself in front of a crowd of thousands of people had a strange way of making useless sports trivia somewhat hard to recall. And that, as the crowd cheered and whooped at the game while Epona sat there and squeezed her thighs repeatedly closed around the length of her aching cock, was precisely what she was doing.

Squeeze by squeeze, second by agonisingly horny, pleasure-stricken and excruciatingly public second, Epona masturbated herself with surprising effectiveness. She was glad that it was working, that she could feel her pleasure increasing rather than just teasing herself pointlessly with no end in sight, and yet as the squeezing and rubbing of her thighs against her cock grew ever more pleasurable the unicorn found herself struggling more and more to contend with what that meant. She knew her end goal, what she would have to make herself do in order to get soft enough for long enough to stand and flee the stadium, but at the same time she was aware of just how insane a plan this was. If she planned on making herself cum, why did she need to escape afterwards unless she expected herself to get hard all over again after her body had recovered. And more importantly, if the whole point of this act was to keep herself from being spotted and humiliated for her body's lack of control and her own poor choice of clothing, how did driving her ample cock to a full blown orgasm in public achieve that aim?

While those worries and fears didn't disappear by any means of course, they did diminish somewhat as regardless of their initial intensity Epona kept on squeezing and masturbating herself. It felt good. It felt really, really fucking good. So much so in fact that there were moments when Epona realised she had all but stopped trying to conceal her pleasure, feeling her face contorted with a blissed out smile and blinking a blurry, giddy glaze out of her vacantly open eyes before she pulled herself together and tried to mimic the look of someone intently focused on the game once more. It didn't matter who was winning or losing, it didn't matter how the crowd were cheering or the announcing team were making their periodic comments over the stadium's loudspeaker system. All that mattered to Epona was looking like she was fixated on the game's progress while in reality she was equally and abundantly fixated on her own progress, on the drooling, throbbing flared tip of her equine cock resting between her knees and the fact that with practically each and every squeeze of her thighs now she could feel herself building, rising, surging rapidly towards the release which would either set her free or get her caught.

The unicorn's bountiful chest heaved up and down as she found herself close, very close to orgasm. Her muzzle hung slightly open as she panted with the exertion of her hands free pleasure, her fingers knotted together where she was resting against the back of the seat in front of her as much to keep them from succumbing to temptation and drifting down between her legs as anything else. The lush blonde of her tail swept from side to side against the rear of her luxury chair, and despite every effort to keep herself as still and unremarkable as possible to anyone who might have glanced her way Epona found her hips rocking back and forth in the embrace of her seat, its moulded plastic form creaking ever so slightly as she humped at her own thighs in ever increasing and almost overwhelming pleasure.

A blissful, truly wondrous expression crossed the unicorn's face as for some reason the entire stadium erupted in cheers, and with a loud thud several seconds later something landed in the empty seat directly in front of Epona. She rocked her hips and squeezed her thighs together, so very, very close to orgasm, and with the last vestiges of her sanity Epona unclasped her fingers, reached down into that seat in front of her over which she was leaning, and plucked the object from where it had fallen just as a ragged groan escaped her lips, as her eyes rolled back and she felt a torrent of cum beginning to pummel against the back of the seat before her, splashing back against her bare knees and lower legs with the sheer force and volume of her overwhelming orgasm. Epona gurgled in relief and bliss, and while between her legs she felt her feminine regions getting in on the party as they soaked the skirt upon which she was seated with a gush of their own hot ejaculate, her blurred vision glanced up and out across the stadium to that vast glowing screen on its far wall.

" There they are, folks! The lucky fan who grabbed the first home run ball ever to be scored from a throw by the visiting team's all-star pitcher! And golly gee, you can tell how big a fan they are, look at the look on their face! They know what a moment this is, and they're in heaven. Absolute heaven, and every fan in the park is right there with them!"

Epona shuddered and moaned as she stared up at the beautiful, hugely enlarged version of her own pleasure-stricken, blissed-out face, and clutched that baseball in her hand as she came, and came, and came with her thighs still squeezing and masturbating her forcefully spurting erection. She listened to the echoing words of the announcing team, and beamed as in her reverie, too lost in ecstasy to care about anything but the joy of those moments themselves, she lifted the ball up high in one hand. All eyes were upon the ball, all eyes of those around her turned up and to the tip of her outstretched arm, away from her lower body as the last few copious gushes of her cum drooled down onto the floor below and away from her face as reality began to creep back in in the wake of that orgasmic rush.

Bliss turned to red faced humiliation, then to relief as she realised that somehow, by some miracle she had gotten away with it.

However, as Epona came too and thought about fulfilling the rest of her plan, she realised something that drained all the colour from her cheeks. With her legs coated in the splash-back of her orgasm and her skirt's seat now soaked with her pussy's own orgasmic arousal, there was no way she'd be able to get up and leave without someone noticing. There were going to be so many eyes upon her for the rest of the game, so many people eager to smile and catch the eye of the woman who had claimed that incredible, history-making ball.

She looked around, quickly formulating a plan, and smiled as she made eye contact with someone several rows in front of her. With a woman. An otter, in fact, who seemed to have stopped cuddling with her quick-fingered lover and was peering curiously up at her as he continued to watch the ongoing game. Epona saw the otter blush as she was caught staring, but smiled down at her and waved the ball in apparent triumph. The otter grinned and gave her a double thumbs up, but her eyes widened at what followed soon after. Epona mimed throwing the ball to her, and though at first the other woman simply tried to laugh it off, she grew more serious, and nodded as Epona called down to her over the still cheering crowd.

"Do you want it?"

More and more eyes turned towards the unicorn with those words, and several figures gasped audibly as just moments later Epona tossed the ball down to the otter, who caught it deftly in her cupped hands before staring down at it in awe and frantically beginning to elbow her lover in the side.

Suddenly all eyes were on the otter. Her canid lover turned to her, saw the ball in her hands and then saw the big screen attune itself onto them as apparently someone on the announcing team learned of what had just happened.

A moment later he was down on one knee. He was plucking a ring from the pocket of his shirt, and then...

Epona giggled as she slipped out of her seat while the otter and husky clung to one another, kissing deeply just moments after a fevered nodding of the head from the woman, now clutching that prize ball in the same hand which bore a brand new engagement ring. The whole stadium whooped and cheered, all eyes on them, and in that commotion the unicorn made her unseen escape, her brown furred legs dappled with streaks of cum and yet more wetness running visibly down the insides of her legs from beneath her short skirt even as she trotted away home. Home for a long shower, maybe even a leisurely soak in the bathtub, and definitely some more relaxing, chilled out and vastly more private time to think of all the fun that she'd had at the ball game.

By Jeeves

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