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This story was written for Kemper as his Patreon flash fiction reward and request day piece combined for June 2019. It contains M/Solo masturbation and M/F sex between consenting adults. <3

Not Quite Alone Time

Kemper had been walking for an hour when the thought first crossed his mind. There was no real reason for him to have started thinking about it, no direct provocation from any source around him, but nonetheless he had found his mind drifting from the pleasant calmness of his walk through the forest and the enjoyment of the music echoing through his earbuds to matters more passionate, more intimate than anything remotely suitable for such a secluded yet still very much open and public place as this. Before he knew it, his cock was stirring. Twitching, then swelling outright within his jeans. The sabretoothed cat huffed slightly and glanced around, but with no-one else present on the trail he continued onward without any real effort to dissuade his growing erection.

After twenty minutes, he passed a small group of walkers coming the other way. He was still hard when he first heard them approaching, and knelt down under the pretence of getting something out of his backpack as they passed. Despite the anxiety which that close call produced though, his erection did not diminish or fade even as he more actively tried not to think about it or things that might have stimulated its presence. There was a very particular series of thoughts which had conjured this hard-on into being after all, a fantasy which in its relaxed and otherwise unoccupied state his mind had started to replay over and over again in his head right here and now. But, if only he could keep himself from thinking those thoughts for a little while, he knew he'd be able to set his arousal aside for later and simply enjoy this walk amongst nature.

Twice more in the space of twenty minutes Kemper had to stop and act like there was something very important to fetch from the interior of his bag as he passed more people with his cock still straining and throbbing against the interior of his trousers. By the time he rose back to his feet after the third set of people had passed him by he looked down and groaned as he saw a dark spot clearly visible on the front of his jeans' tented blue fabric. He shuddered as his cock twitched again and that spot grew bigger, pre-cum oozing as he took a single step forward and the motion of his body and clothing shifting against one another served to actively stimulate him.

"Dammit..."

He spoke in a ragged whisper, cheeks burning hotter still as he heard the arousal in his own voice much more intense and ever-present than even the feelings currently rushing through his midsection had suggested.

Why here? Why now? He wasn't a teenager. He didn't just get uncontrollable erections that wouldn't quit until they were dealt with any-more. Well... okay, that wasn't strictly true, but not when he was engaged in other tasks. Not when he was out enjoying the beauty of nature. Except apparently, he did. And now Kemper was faced with a situation where he had to either turn back and head home again, still facing well over an hour of walking then a long car ride back to the city on top of that, or spend the rest of his day hiding an ever throbbing erection and a growing patch of pre-cum from any other person who was out here just trying to enjoy the woodland and relax amidst the beauty of the natural world like he was. Either way, it didn't sound relaxing to Kemper. It didn't sound calming or soothing as he'd hoped that today would be in the slightest.

Unless, of course, there was a third option. Kemper's face glowed hotter beneath his dark fur the moment he considered that fact, but his eyes began to dart around either side of the path at the forest beyond too. It was lushly vegetated, with bushes bordering the path in parts and many, many trees surrounded by shrubs and shade-loving ferns beyond. If he walked far enough... though, not so far as to let himself get lost, then... he shuddered, and his cock lurched within his jeans so forcibly that he barely stifled an audible moan of pleasure at the stimulation provoked by his clothing against his straining shaft.

Twenty minutes later, having checked his compass bearing using the app on his phone to ensure he could get back to the path, Kemper's red faced and trembling self found himself alone, truly alone in the middle of the wild, open yet secluded forest. No path. No signs of anthro habitation or recent passage whatsoever. He moved a little further, to a particularly large tree, and set down his bag at last. He leaned up against the side of the trunk facing away from where he had come, and glared down at his crotch. At the traitorous erection still tenting his jeans, the dark spot of his pre-cum now a good two inches in diameter, a problem he was going to have to deal with concealing even after he had dealt with the engorged length of his cock itself. One thing at a time though, and right now Kemper's focus had to be on what had brought him out here. He reached down and fumbled with his belt. With his zipper. He moaned audibly in anticipation and in disbelief, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he was so unstoppably horny that he was actually going to do this. That he was really going to jerk off in what was in essence a public place, however secluded and thus effectively private it may have been. Once he set eyes upon his suddenly exposed cock though, and once his hand had wrapped around the knotted base of his uniquely endowed, otherwise predominantly feline form, all those concerns fell by the wayside.

He squeezed his knot with a shudder of bliss and a strained grunt of relief. He stroked his shaft with his other hand, gasping, whimpering at the sheer intensity of the sensations which swept through him in that moment. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of nature all around him. He let those sounds intrude into his fantasy as he let it play out one last time, though on this occasion with him working with it rather than passively or actively attempting to ignore its presence. He let himself imagine that what had gotten him into this state in the first place was happening right here, right now, and only briefly hoped that doing so wouldn't forever link pleasant forest walks to sex for him, making any future trips of this nature so, so much more complicated if they did somehow become intertwined in his head.

Before Kemper could get too involved in his newly altered fantasy though, before his subconscious mind could form an indelible connection between calming forest walks and the satisfaction of passionate masturbatory fantasies, he heard two things in rapid succession which prevented him becoming ever more lost to his own paws and the pleasures they were granting the rest of his body. He heard a rustling sound apart from the gentle movement of the canopy above in the summer afternoon's breeze; a sound more like motion through undergrowth close by. And as Kemper opened his eyes expecting to see an animal darting through the leaf litter, a squirrel rushing up a tree or a bird foraging for insects, he heard a voice... and saw its owner regarding him with shock, and even in those initial instants of contact, with amusement.

"Oh."

The skunk murmured simply as she emerged, her unmistakable park ranger uniform dirty with scuffs from much more interaction with nature than the patch of dense, tall ferns from which she had apparently just emerged. Her eyes took in the scene. Kemper's bag on the ground close by. His jeans and underwear around his knees. One hand still wrapped around his knot, the other on his shaft, now frozen but still clearly in the midst of doing precisely what they had indeed been doing just moments before. His face terrified. Anguished. Aghast that out of this entire forest, huge and far reaching as it was, he had been caught head-on by not just a random stranger who might yell at and judge him, but someone who could probably arrest him for what he was doing.

And yet, as much as Kemper's whole world collapsed into shame and sorrow around himself in those few moments of lingering silence which persisted between them, he didn't have to exist in that tormented state for long at all. After all, the skunk only looked at him in a state of curious neutrality for a few seconds after her first murmur of acknowledgement, before she seemed to have read him enough to decide how to progress. A smile flickered across her muzzle. A twinkle flashed within her eyes. She licked her lips, murmured softly as her eyes fell from where they had come to rest upon Kemper's face to more wholly and shamelessly settle on his cock, and Kemper's already reeling world was turned upside down all over again as she spoke up, asking a very simple question of the sabretoothed cat.

"Would you like to be alone, or... would some help be appreciated?"

Kemper blinked. His mouth opened but the only sound that came out was a strained, confused, utterly terrified little whimper. The park ranger giggled.

"I hope I'm not being too bold. Like I said, please tell me if you'd prefer to be alone and I'll gladly oblige. It's just... well... I understand how you must be feeling right now. Not being caught, though... that too. But..."

Her voice trailed off, and she frowned as she took a testing step forward, regarding Kemper carefully to see if he objected. He was too scared, still frozen on the spot to do anything in that moment, but his lack of any further negative reaction seemed enough for her for the time being. The skunk approached, and bashfully, giggling in nervous disbelief even as she did so, she lifted a hand to Kemper's face. She placed three of her fingers under his nose, and nodded encouragingly as he glanced from the fingers hovering in front of him to her blushing, smiling face.

Kemper inhaled, and try as he might to have stopped it, his cock lurched, and both his hands upon his still rock hard shaft and knot squeezed instinctively around it.

There was no mistaking the smell on that woman's fingers. It was the smell of arousal. Slightly, but not overly stale arousal belonging to a woman. To this very woman.

"You're not the first person to get caught short by their libido in these woods. Trust me. You wouldn't believe the number of couples and solo folks I catch enjoying the majesty of nature each tourist season. Or... how many times they've caught me. I swear, for how big this forest is... it's almost like something draws folk together. You hear about people getting lost for days in national parks, but I can barely lie down for twenty minutes to fuck myself sensele-... uhh..."

Her face burned hotter as Kemper's did the same, and all of a sudden his eyes drifted over her somewhat dirty clothes with a whole new understanding. Her uniform was crumpled as though it had been pulled off in parts and re-donned from wherever it had fallen. Her trousers were particularly dirty from the knee down, as though she had at some point been kneeling in the leaf-litter, and the smudges of dirt on her thighs, her crotch and chest were as though she had placed a hand down in mud or simply damp earth to steady herself, before returning those fingers to more active duty exploring very particular, intimate parts of her body over her clothing, likely before those same garments had been shed outright.

"...a-anyway..."

She cleared her throat, giggling bashfully and nibbling on her bottom lip as her thighs squeezed pointedly together.

"...all that I mean is, you really don't have to be embarrassed. And... i-if you'd like, you don't have to deal with that alone, either."

The skunk nodded down to Kemper's cock, and raised a hand towards it, though she made no move as yet to actively touch him. That came only after Kemper's paw fell away, and with a breathless, helpless gasp escaping in a voice that still couldn't fully believe what it was finding itself in a position to say, the sabretooth cat addressed this incredible woman.

"I'd like that. I'd really, really... oohhhgod..."

No sooner had he started to announce his assent, the park ranger's hand was on his cock. Not gently exploring, but squeezing, rubbing, actively masturbating him a mere instant later with fevered and almost familiar urgency. She regarded him with wild eyes and a strangled moan as she began to pump his cock up and down its shaft, leaving his paw on his own knot to handle things from that end.

"That's it. Let go. You don't need to last. You don't need to hold back or show off for me. I'm just a stranger in the woods. A stranger in the woods, w-who... ohh god, who wants you to cum for her."

Kemper's eyes rolled back, and his back arched against the tree beside which he had been resting all this time. His toes curled down into the leaf-litter, and he mewled loudly as he felt the skunk's other hand reach down and grasp his balls, squeezing them gently in time with the twitching of his shaft and the throbbing of his already engorged knot. He wasn't going to last long, but just like she had told him, he knew that didn't matter. He didn't feel guilty about it, or ashamed of it. All it took was one look at the skunk's now unabashedly lust-stricken face to see that it was precisely what she wanted, and if anything that only served to make Kemper all the more desperate to give her what she wanted.

"Cum."

The skunk grunted breathlessly, as though with each stroke of Kemper's cock within her hand she too was on the receiving end of the same pleasure as him.

"Cum for me. Here. Now."

She begged, and Kemper's whole body shook as he fought to obey, as he squeezed and massaged his knot in time with her frantic, frenzied pumping of his shaft and ever more firm, forceful squeezes of his balls. He gasped. He yelped. She gave a pleading, overwhelmed cry of longing delight in return, and at the very last moment fell to her knees before him, wrapping both hands around Kemper's clenching, tight ass and dragging him forward as she stuffed her muzzle with his cock and forced the feline male to bury himself against the back of her throat.

Her eyes rolled back, and even through the muzzleful of his cock Kemper heard the skunk let loose an almost orgasmic wail of lust as the first ribbons of his cum painted her muzzle's interior and slipped hurriedly, happily down her throat. It was all that the sabretoothed cat could do to stay upright as he lost control, not having felt himself cum so hard, so suddenly and so powerfully in quite some time either alone or in company. Her hand may have left his balls but it still felt as though they were being milked dry. He let loose within her over and over again, and cried out, one hand grasping at the back of her head while the other continued to massage his own engorged and throbbing knot, as she suckled him mercilessly until he was still straining, still throbbing within her maw, but with not a drop more seed left to produce for her to gulp down.

By the time she released him, Kemper could barely remain upright. In fact a few moments later it seemed as though he simply couldn't, and with a whimper the feline male found himself falling to his knees almost face to face with the panting skunk, licking her lips and still trembling in apparent euphoria from the experience of draining him into her belly. Needless to say, a moment later her lips were on his. Kissing him wildly, feverishly, letting the cat taste his own cum on her breath. Another few seconds after that though, and to Kemper's surprise he saw the skunk pulling back and rising to her feet, albeit somewhat shaky on her legs at first.

He watched as she began to pat herself down, finally reaching to a small fanny-pack attached to her belt and pulling forth from within it a rather crumpled, folded pamphlet.

"Walking in the forest can be pretty exhausting..."

She murmured to him softly, her voice less overtly lustful than before but still laced with hopeful excitement and anticipation.

"...if you find yourself lost, or too tired to drive home safely, there are ranger stations located throughout the park which will provide safe shelter and a warm bed to anyone who needs it. My station is marked with an 'X' on the map."

Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips once more as though hoping to taste a residual droplet or two of Kemper's cum. She seemed almost disappointed when there was no such run-off to be found, her muzzle having captured each and every drop that the cat had been able to provide without exception.

"And, I... I promise you, my shelter is safe... and my bed is very, very warm. So, if you aren't just here for a walk, i-if you find yourself in need of somewhere to rest and recuperate after a day out alone in the forest..."

Even as she spoke to Kemper, having pressed the pamphlet into his hand, she was stepping away. Moving off back towards the bushes through which she had initially emerged, and making it clear to Kemper that while she would be more than happy to see him again later, for now it was necessary that they go their separate ways as strangers once again.

"...please, just follow the map. Enjoy all that the natural beauty of this land has to offer, a-and then... after enjoying the peace and quiet of a day alone in the woods, know that if you want to... you can always enjoy some not quite so alone time at the ranger station, w-with me."

A moment later, she was gone.

A few moments after that Kemper was scrambling back to his feet, his head spinning as he re-dressed himself and picked up his bag once more. And a few moments after that he was checking his phone, getting back on the right bearing to the path through the park's marked trail, before finally glancing at the folded park ranger service brochure he had been given. His eyes widened as he saw the ranger station about which the skunk had been speaking marked on the map. It was easily six or seven hours walk away from here, and in the opposite direction from his car. All the way back to the path Kemper found himself debating whether or not he should go there, whether or not totally up-ending his plans for this weekend by spending a whole day trekking deeper and deeper into the forest was something he could even consider, rather than just walking for another hour or two at most before heading back to the car and back home to the city, to his life and the rest of the world.

As he stepped back onto the path at last though, finding himself alone once again with no sign or sound of any more hikers in either direction, the sabretoothed cat took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, leaving his earbuds in his jeans' pocket as he simply revelled in the silence, though in fact the forest was alive with the sound of birds, animals, of rustling trees and a thousand other natural noises. He looked back down the path, the way he had come from and the way that would lead him back to his car, to the roads and the loud, bustling city beyond it. Then he looked the other way. Calm. Silence. Solitude.

Well... mostly solitude, if indeed he made it to the cabin and found the welcome mat laid out as the skunk had suggested.

His cheeks flushed, and a soft groan escaped Kemper's muzzle as thanks to the time it had taken him to get from that spot in the depths of the forest back to the path, he felt his cock twitch in the first stirrings of re-invigorated excitement. It seemed, by his body's own estimations at least, that the decision was already made. He turned away from civilisation, and began to walk along the path, the long and winding path through nature which eventually would lead him to the ranger station where the skunk had promised to be waiting.

For the rest of today, he wanted the peace and quiet of the forest. He wanted the calm solitude of hours upon hours of steady walking, with only his mind and whatever fantasies it could stir up within itself for company. If faced with the choice between this and a return to loud, busy, heavily occupied city life, right here and now Kemper wanted this. He wanted to be alone.

Or, more accurately, he wanted to be not quite alone as his cock began to swell once again, this time not with thoughts born of self-guided fantasy, but of a very particular woman in a very particular place, out there alone in the forest right now, perhaps thinking of him. Hoping to see him again, and hoping that tonight, they could be not quite alone in the midst of the forest, together.

By Jeeves

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