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A Jog in the Park

Linnea's pace was marked by the sound of her shoes tapping against the sidewalk, each step echoing through the otherwise quiet park. Gentle sunlight broke through the light tree cover here and there from the warm midsummer day perfect for outdoor exercise. The young feline followed the paved path at a steady speed, her silver locks bobbing around her head as she jogged. The headphones resting in her triangular ears muted the noise of cars on the road behind her, the cat instead preferring peppy pop music. A loose tank top and jean shorts were more than enough for the weather, which, although pleasant, was still hot enough that she would probably be sweating soon enough. The water bottle holstered on her hip showed that she had planned for that, though.

The cat received curious looks from the few other people walking along the path. Linnea had long ago gotten used to it, her fur colors and pattern making her stand out easily. Her coat was blue, transitioning from a darker indigo on her head and shoulders to a light, almost cyan from her waist down to her feet, as well as her forearms. Her "undercoat" was a more typical creamy white tone, though that hardly stood out compared to the rest of her fur. In addition to the unusual hue, her face, shoulders, and thighs were graced by markings reminiscent of butterfly wings. Her name, in fact, was Swedish for "butterfly," though her family's connection to Sweden was tenuous at best. It was more from her parents liking the name than any ancestral reason.

None of the attention her appearance earned was negative, thankfully, so she merely smiled and waved as she passed the other park visitors. In her head, Linnea tended to tell herself her fur got her the looks other parts of her anatomy didn't. The cerulean cat had been graced with a slim, petite form, which, combined with her physically-active lifestyle, had left her "flat as a board," in her own words. Despite being almost twenty years old, she had no breasts to speak of. She had never even worn a bra after it had become apparent she wasn't filling out her first training one. Unlike her coloration, that fact actually had actually inspired less-than-charitable words from her peers in high school. Occasionally she even heard passersby musing over her gender, which she didn't find particularly amusing.

From time to time, the feline had wondered if she'd be happier with an actual bust. She hated thinking like that, preferring to like the good things about herself and accept her body for what it was. Leaving the rude comments about "looking like a preteen boy" well and truly behind her, Linnea's love life wasn't lacking as a result. Being fit and flexible, along with her unique pattern, meant she still got a respectable amount of interest from the males - and a few females - which helped her greatly in being happy with what she had. If she wasn't mistaken, that wolf fellow she just passed had even glanced back to get a look at her butt, making her grin and stop her daydreaming.

Linnea chuckled softly, mentally chastising herself for, yet again, thinking about the bullying from years ago. She hadn't been seriously bothered by anyone in a long time, and the few that had were easily forgotten. She began humming softly along with her music, one of her favorite songs coming up in her playlist, as she left the fielded section of the park behind. The trail angled upward ever-so-slightly, the trees becoming thicker, and soon enough the cat was in what could properly be referred to as a forest. The solitude and simplicity of just continuing forward, one leg in front of the other, was more relaxing than almost any other activity for her. She did most of her thinking while exercising, and jogging was no exception.

Eventually, the thin feline had only the trees and hills for company. Most people didn't walk this deep into the park, preferring the more open areas along the road for whatever activity they were hosting there. Every few minutes, she would pass someone else walking the trail, but such encounters were infrequent at best. The blue-furred cat had followed these paths dozens of times, so she knew she was rather deep into the woods. She took a turn at an intersection that would lead her to a small lookout spot, needing to take a rest.

Linnea slowed her pace as she arrived at the circular clearing. A good portion of her tank top was now clinging to her slim chest with sweat, and her panting breath gave away the effort of jogging this far into the park. The smile on her muzzle dispelled any doubt that she wasn't enjoying herself, however. She padded over to a bench and sat down, letting out a small gasp that would have seemed odd had anyone been with her to hear it. Unclipping her water bottle from her shorts and taking a quick drink, she sighed and leaned back against the bench top. After so many minutes of her music, she finally decided for a change in soundtrack and stopped the playback on her phone. Tucking it and her headphones into her pocket, she took a deep breath and simply listened to the nature around her.

Bird calls made up the majority of the sound, though a few unfamiliar noises echoed through the trees from time to time. The creaking and rustling of the trees in the light breeze provided a backdrop to the chirping which she found quite soothing. Linnea found herself content to close her eyes and enjoy the setting while catching her breath.

After a few minutes of silence, the cat girl's thoughts meandered as they often did, seemingly of their own accord. She thought about the wolf that had checked her out earlier, having checked him out as well while approaching of course. A blush crept onto her cheeks and the insides of her ears as she reminded herself of what he had unknowingly looked at after she had passed. Suddenly, the seat was becoming uncomfortable, and a different sort of warmth crept through her body. Linnea bit her lip and shifted her legs, squeezing them tightly together and moaning softly.

A glance down either path leading from the rest area confirmed that no one was coming, but she remembered that she'd already been sitting there for several minutes. Maybe someone had been fifteen minutes behind her, and was almost there. Her heart pounded faster for a moment before her arousal overpowered that worry. If she ended up with company, she'd deal with it then, but there was no way she was getting all the way back to her apartment like this.

Linnea hopped to her feet and quickly pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it onto the bench. Her blush deepened as her pert, pink nipples were exposed to the air. She turned and knelt on the bench seat, one arm resting on the table portion while the other reached down to undo the button and zipper of her shorts. After moving her hand behind herself to free the snaps above her tail, she tugged the suddenly-confining garment down her thighs, revealing the simple green boyshorts beneath. Those lasted even less time than her jeans, quickly finding themselves around her knees as well.

With her lower half uncovered, the source of Linnea's blushing and seating discomfort was unveiled. Below her eagerly swishing tail and nestled between her buttocks was a silicone wedge - the base of one of her butt plugs. She was occasionally inspired to be a little naughty and pseudo-exhibitionistic and wore one while shopping or exercising. This was the first time she'd decided to get herself off in public, though, not counting the fact that she was actually alone for the time being. Being outside was exciting enough for her - having an audience would be a bit too much.

None of those thoughts lasted more than an instant as she laid her shoulders and cheek on the bench top and slid her other hand between her thighs, the other reaching back around her rear. One hand gripped the base of her plug, and the other cupped her vulva, middle finger sliding between the dripping pink lips. The heat radiating from her sex felt almost scalding in her lust-clouded state, her body going into autopilot as it knew exactly what to do to fix her current problem. A finger easily pushed between her labia, sinking up to the knuckle into her cunny. At the same time, she gently tugged on the plug base, groaning as she felt it pull against her tailhole from the inside.

The feline's vagina squeezed around her questing digit, the orifice tight and wet. Her thumb explored up her treasure to the soft hood at the top, pressing down on the tiny nub peeking out from beneath it. A gasp escaped her muzzle, prompting her to bite her lip to control her volume. Linnea began slowly fingering herself, the wet noise of her fluids being pulled out each time she withdrew her finger helping to maintain her blush, as it probably couldn't get any redder.

Linnea tugged more firmly on her plug, feeling her anus start to spread around the widening bulge that was its body, before letting go and shivering as it was pulled back in. Her tail flicked erratically above her at the combined sensations from her nethers and rear. Feeling that she had loosened enough, the cat eased a second finger into her aching tunnel, probing the front wall with her fingertips. It took only a moment for her to find the sweet spot, a slightly different texture giving it away. A tremor shook through her abdomen as she started massaging her g-spot, unable to hold back a cry of pleasure before controlling herself.

The panting, sweating cat continued for some time, having lost track shortly after pulling her pants down. In between pulling her butt plug halfway out and letting it sink back in, the fingers (now three) curling into her pussy, and her thumb occasionally stroking her clitoris, she was left mewling and twitching on the bench. All good things must come to an end, unfortunately, as Linnea felt the rising pressure in her lower parts. Instead of pulling the silicone toy again, she instead began rotating it in a wide circle, the bulging body pushing against the walls of her rectum delightfully as well as stretching her tailring a little.

Finally, she felt the urge to reach orgasm surpass her desire to simply play with herself. With a determined grunt, her fingering became faster and stronger, pressing into her g-spot firmly and insistently, as if it would dispense a climax after enough tries. The indigo feline whimpered and placed her thumb over her clit, the tiny organ normally far too sensitive for her to touch directly for more than an instant. That sensitivity was exactly what she needed to push herself, nay, throw herself over the edge.

With a mewling cry, Linnea passed her limit, a spasm shaking through her body. Her fingers pulled free from her suddenly clenching quim, resting them over her clitoral hood to keep a bit of pressure on the source of her intense pleasure. Her backside squeezing around the plug only added to that feeling, not to mention the fact that she was in a public park. Several jets of clear fluid arced from the top of her vulva to sprinkle the path under her, as well as her shorts and underwear. Oh well, her boyshorts had been soaked already. She squirted for several seconds before her peak passed and the tingling warmth spread to the rest of her body. A smile touched her lips while she simply held still, feeling her body relax all over, the soft sound of her fluids dripping into her shorts mingling with the bird calls.

After a few minutes to (again) catch her breath, Linnea pushed herself up onto her arms, still shaking slightly and panting. She reached to the side to retrieve her water bottle, taking a long drink and gasping. The cat twisted herself around to sit on the bench, shorts and underwear falling down from her knees to her ankles. She giggled and wiped one hand down her front, thumb rubbing a small nipple on the way. Her nose wrinkled as she finally caught the scent of her sweat mingling with her more feminine smells. She had already planned on showering when she got home, but now she had no doubt that she was going straight from the front door to the bathroom. Linnea glanced at her water bottle, only half full now, and smirked.

She would have to get home to properly clean off, but at the very least she could reduce the strength of her current scent. The girl unscrewed the nozzle from the top of the bottle and leaned back as far she could without making her plug uncomfortable or pressing herself into the bench top. The bottle was lifted up, and slowly tipped toward the light-furred undercoat. She gasped and laughed as the cool liquid splashed down her chest and stomach, making the pink nubs gracing her chest quickly harden. Her fur matted down under the deluge as the water washed off a good deal of her sweat. Linnea moved the bottle down toward her crotch as she finished, pouring the rest of the water directly over her still-hot vulva. She sighed as the cooling sensation fought back the heat of the air and her recent orgasm.

Dripping with water, and a little bit of something else, the feline girl stood and bent down to pull her shorts and underwear up. Luckily, her jeans were far less wet than her boyshorts, so she would look like she'd just been sweating profusely. Hopefully. Linnea shrugged and buttoned the shorts, then took a moment to stretch and yawn before picking up her tank top. She briefly contemplated jogging topless for a while, but the idea of coming across someone else made her blush and squirm. The loose shirt quickly made its way back onto her, soaking up the water from her front side to renew that "vigorously exercising" look even though it had actually dried while she was occupied.

Deciding that she looked as good as she was going to for the jog back to her apartment, she re-holstered her water bottle and set off down the trail, leaving only a curious scent lingering around the bench to mark her presence. The entire way back out of the wooded section of the park, she was simultaneously cheering and scolding herself in her head for what she had just done. On one hand, someone could have caught her and called the police or something. On the other hand, the idea of being caught made her want to do it again. Linnea blushed, passing another good-looking guy in the park, and wondered if this kink was going to get her in trouble...