Sarahi's Night

"Hey, not to spoil the surprise or anything, if that's what you're up to, but where are we going now?" Sarahi asked curiously, looking up and down the street they were walking along. "We've gone kind of far, haven't we? Wasn't there a bus stop a few streets back?" They were well off of any of the main streets now. The only shops in sight were little convenience stores and sundries. The streetlights grew farther apart and dimmer, leaving wide dark patches between each umbrella of sickly radiance.

Sarahi couldn't read the lay of a city like she could a mountain, but she was pretty sure they'd gotten into something like a residential district...and possibly a less-than-middle-class one, at that. She couldn't see anyone around, and the quiet here was a stark contrast to the buzzing, bustling streets they'd followed up until a few blocks back. Had she been alone and less experienced at fighting for her life, she thought she would have felt nervous in a place like this.

"Yeah, but there were already people in that one," the Rabbit shrugged. "I'm looking for a less busy stop. Don't worry, we're still on the route the big one takes back to our hotel," he promised, pulling a little map of the island bus routes out of his back pocket. "...I think," he muttered after checking it over briefly. With a shrug, he tucked the paper back into his pocket.

The Sha'khari walking patiently by his side arched a brow at him. "You are terrible at acting casual," she remarked with a smirk. "What are you plotting that needs a less busy stop?" He refused to answer, and Sarahi couldn't quite make up her mind whether she should be excited or nervous about that. But her husband had been making a lot of pleasant surprises for them on this trip, so she ultimately decided to go along with whatever he had in mind and see how it went.

They walked another two blocks. "Here we go," Oro sighed at last. The sky was decidedly dark, and the last couple of streetlights seemed to have blown their bulbs, so the bright florescent glow lighting the interior of the little bus stop ahead was comforting on several levels. It had four glass walls surrounding the double-sided bench inside, and a fiberglass roof to keep out the weather. Posters, ads, and a smattering of graffiti had made the transparent surfaces all but opaque, save for the gap facing the street that served as a door. Poking his head inside, the Rabbit confirmed the stop was completely empty, then motioned Sarahi inside first.

"Alright, Mr. Mysterious," the Sha'khari giggled as she sat herself down in front of the bench in the little enclosure. "Now will you tell me what you're up to?"

"Sure. You're familiar with Diya's safe word policy, right?" he asked, stepping a little closer than Sarahi found comfortable for talking. She instinctively backed up a step, but her tail warned her one more would take her rump right into the wall.

"The safe word?" Sarahi tilted her head with a curious look as Oro stepped into her personal space again, trying to decide whether to retreat that last step or push back on him, and also what he was implying.

He didn't leave her guessing for long. "That's the one," the Rabbit chuckled, laying a hand firmly and brazenly on her left breast. "You told me once before to surprise you sometime," he reminded, voice dropping. His other hand slid low between her front legs. Sarahi's rump hit the wall before she could decide whether she wanted it to.

"Well, surprise."

"Whoa!" Sarahi squeaked, instinctively grabbing the wrist kneading her breast. Her mind reeled, shock and raw excitement crashing together. "Fuck, honey! You're not—!"

"I fucking am," he smirked, leaning in until their noses nearly touched. "And I'm not stopping for anything except that safe word. Now you can either turn around and kiss that wall like a good girl, or I can make you kiss it like a paid one," he told her as he let go of her breast to unfastened his belt. "I'll warn you right now: if I have to do it myself, I'll be using the wrong hole," he added. Sarahi's chin fell slack as he unzipped his pants, making it seem like the sound came from her loosening jaw. The color was rising in her cheeks, and her heart seemed to have moved directly into her ear canals. Oro gave her a moment to get over her shock, or speak the words that would bring this whole thing to a screeching halt. When she didn't answer after what he considered a reasonable time, he took her arms firmly just below the shoulders.

"You're a fucking animal," Sarahi whispered before he could move her, pushing his hands away, then turned to lean her elbows and cheek against the glass wall. With her tail toward him, she planted her back legs wide and left him to handle her skirt.

"About to fuck one, too," he growled, shoving her hips forward to press her front half firmly against that wall. She gasped, but grit her teeth and didn't argue the jibe as Oro began pulling her skirt up over her haunches. Her panties were stretched tight across the curve of her rump, strained by the swiftly growing erection hanging between her thighs. "Don't move," he warned, "Or else..." The Rabbit popped her hindquarters once, just hard enough to get a little squeak out of her, before crouching down to pull her panties down her legs and out from under her paws. For safety's sake, he stuffed them into his pocket.

"Stop it, you brute!" Sarahi hissed over her shoulder, cheeks burning. "Someone will hear me!"

He almost did. Every instinct in him was screaming that he was walking a fine line, in more ways than one, and he needed to back away from it. Quickly. But the look she was casting over her shoulder wasn't fear, or anger. The blush of her cheeks, the slow bat of her eyes, the way she kept her tail obediently still...she was, at worst, testing his resolve to keep up the charade, now that the rules were set. The smooth, pink flesh emerging from her sheath twitched with desire.

"They will if you don't stay quiet," Oro growled again, leaning his hips into hers and forcing her to nearly double-up against the wall. Instead she braced her front paws on the glass, then walked her upper body up the wall until her hands could hook into the narrow gap between wall and roof. Standing tall in the corner, Sarahi relied as much on the Rabbit at her back as the wall in front of her to hold her steady.

She groaned despite herself as he drove in mercilessly, stretching her in one smooth, unrelenting thrust. The glass fogged beneath her cheek with each hot breath.

Oro bucked into her hard, thumping a dull rhythm against the glass wall while Sarahi whimpered protests and pleas to be let go. Quietly, of course. She would hate for anyone to actually hear her, and mistake the apparent situation for genuine. The Sha'khari could hardly think of a time she had been more turned on.

"Erg—! Not so hard, you jerk!" she whimpered as he ground her against the glass. The telltale twitch of his throbbing cock inside her warned he was close, and Sarahi was right there with him, teetering on the edge. She squeaked at the next brutal thrust. "Oh—oh fuck, stop! Stop, honey!" she hissed, then blurted in a hasty whisper, "The safe word! Thesafeword!"

He was out before she'd finished repeating the phrase and already zipping up his pants. Apparently deciding he didn't have time even for that, Sarahi wheeled on her back legs...

The young Raccoon who poked his head through the little door saw only Sarahi sitting inside the bus-stop, fingers combing through her hair. "You good in here, miss? Thought I heard something."

"Oh, uh, yeah! Just...waiting for my bus," the Sha'khari answered with a slightly strained smile, silently praying her skirt wasn't too obviously disheveled — and that the stranger wouldn't notice a pair of scarlet feet tucked between her front paws. For that matter, it would be best if he didn't notice she had paws.

"Oh. Good," he nodded, and Sarahi's poor heart nearly stopped when he stepped fully into the stop instead of continuing down the sidewalk. The way he was looking her up and down with a slowly growing smile did not help her increasing alarm at all. "Hey, it's kinda risky for a pretty girl to be out this late alone around here. You wanna walk back to Main with me and maybe grab a—!!"

Her skirt exploded upward as Oro erupted from beneath her like a feral jack-in-the-box. The stranger slammed into the glass so hard Sarahi feared it would shatter. The Rabbit pinned him there with one arm across his chest, fists bunched in his shirt, looming so close their noses nearly touched.

"Two words," Oro snarled, blazing eyes. "My woman. Got it?"

The poor Raccoon was too stunned to do more than nod, and that was probably more to acknowledge they shared a language than that he actually understood what he'd been told. "Good. Beat it." The Rabbit practically threw him back onto the sidewalk, and the Raccoon sprinted away without looking back.

"...Fuck," Oro huffed after a second, popping his neck and running his hands over his ears before finishing his belt. "Sorry. Got fucking lost in...well, he surprised me," the Rabbit grimaced at his own carelessness. "You okay?"

He turned to check on her when she didn't immediately answer. Sarahi had one hand over her mouth, the other pressed to her belly as if trying to keep the butterflies contained, and her eyes squeezed shut with the effort of restraining her swirling emotions. "Oh fuck," she whispered when she was sure she could control the volume of her voice, "Call me that again. Please." Her face was still mostly hidden behind her hand, but showed the bright glow of the blush on her cheeks and the arousal in her eyes.

Oro quirked a brow. "What? My woman?"

She shivered, paws kneading the concrete, then let out a broken little sound that was half sigh, half whimper as the orgasm finally crashed through her. Grabbing his shirt, she yanked him down into a bruising kiss, tongues sliding between teeth, while her body trembled and a small milky puddle formed between her paws beneath the hem of her skirt.

The bus driver found them still locked together when he pulled up. Sarahi finally released Oro with a breathless gasp, cheeks burning, and followed him aboard with her eyes lowered modestly, equal parts embarrassed and glowing with contentment.