Sherbet
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New Century Mall was as busy as it always was during the hot, southern summer. Three stories of shops and department stores, two food courts, and countless other attractions filled the ostentatious building. The mall could have housed a large sporting stadium and still had room within its walls for a fair amount of parking. Even the sea of paved concrete around the mall couldn't detract from its high walls, impressive fountains, and beautifully manicured plants and gardens.
Outside it was nearing the upper range of temperatures and stepping barefoot on the pavement would result in some serious injuries. Every vehicle had its windows cracked, and every patron was dressed in as little clothing as they could legally get away with. A fair number of mall-goers were only at the mall for the refreshingly cool air that cost a small fortune in electricity bills to maintain.
Blott and Calem were taking advantage of the mall's AC, browsing around through various niche stores and marveling at all the trinkets each sold. Blott had to practically drag Calem out of the small Oriental store before the otter-wild dog mix could blow money on cheap, decorative weaponry, while likewise being pulled away from a particularly earthy-looking salt lamp that cycled through a spectrum of colors.
The pair were no exception to the other mall patrons. It didn't take much to cool their apartment, but they kept it just bearable, whereas the mall's was much cooler. Blott was in a simple pair of blue athletic shorts that he swore were for boys, and a white tank-top that was totally not a spaghetti-strap no matter how much his partner teased. Calem had opted for similar, but more obviously for guys, clothing. The otter-mix had black gym shorts and a blue, sleeveless t-shirt, and a baggy, grey hat.
It was getting closer to evening, but the traffic hadn't lessened in the least. The couple was walking along the top floor of the mall, watching the fountains cascade from ceiling to floor where kids tossed change into it.
"How much do you think it costs to have a store here?" Blott asked, trailing a paw along the balustrade and peering down at the levels below.
Calem frowned and chewed on his lip a bit as he thought. "Probably a ton. We're close to several major cities, they have all this extra fluff that does nothing except look pretty, and are probably running a good hundred or so AC units to keep the place cool. That's why you see stores come and go so quickly."
The squirrel frowned and turned to pout at his boyfriend, large, bushy tail drooping. "Aww, you don't like all the pretty fluff?" he asked.
"I didn't say that," he defended, slipping a paw around the squirrel's waist and pulling him close to bump hip to hip. "Besides, you know I like YOUR pretty fluff just fine," Calem said, kissing the squirrel's cheek.
Blott chuckled and his paw found Calem's, squeezing it tight. "Flatterer."
Calem squeezed back and swung their arms back and forth as they walked. "Any place you wanna hit up now?"
"I really wanna get some new shirts for work, I think. They're letting us dress down a bit with the heat, and I would like something new," he said, nodding off towards one of the clothing stores.
Calem followed his gaze to the store's sign, "Ript", and nodded. "Fair enough. Think they'll have what you want?"
The squirrel nodded, pulling his boyfriend along beside. "Definitely. They have some kind of dressy, but casual stuff."
"What, can't you wear those cute little girly shorts to work?" Calem teased, looking down at the skimpy, blue and white fabric. He couldn't help but lick his lips at the site of the squirrel's tail swaying above that pert rear.
Blott glanced over at Calem and stuck his tongue out. "Guys wear these shorts too, you know," he said haughtily.
"Maybe the really gay ones," the hybrid teased further, nudging the squirrel with his shoulder.
"Well maybe the really gay ones won't suck your dick if you keep teasing them about their clothes," Blott replied loftily, a small smile turning up the corners of his muzzle.
Calem laughed and leaned over to give Blott a quick kiss on the cheek before they entered the store. "Yeah, sure, we'll see how you do with that."
The store had dim lighting for ambiance, and the pop music that was playing was loud enough that you had to speak up to hear one another. Clothing racks were stuffed full of all sorts of clothes in a myriad of colors and styles for both men and women. The place reeked of a dozen different perfumes and body sprays, which barely covered up the musky scent of sweaty bodies that came in from outside.
It took Blott a bit longer than he would have guessed to find some shirts he liked; most were either far too casual for work, or not in a suitable color. Calem was no help, constantly picking up women's clothing, or pink garments, and holding them to his chest for size comparisons, and Blott wasn't about to admit that they'd probably fit better.
"Oh. My god. Stop it," Blott said, snatching the hanger from Calem's paws and glaring down at the pink shirt, red letters saying "B!TCH" emblazoned across the front. He put it back on one of the racks and punched the otter's arm. "I'm going to go try these on, can you behave?"
Calem was trying not to burst into a fit of giggles but he took a calming breath and nodded. "I'm good. I'm fine, go."
Blott stuck out his tongue and disappeared into the small hall with the dressing rooms, taking several shirts with him. He put the clothes on a hook and stripped out of his manly not-a-spaghetti-strap shirt, trying on the first of the clothes. He hadn't even gotten the first shirt off the hanger before the door behind him opened and he was bumped forward against the small bench.
"Wh-hey! What are you doing?" Blott hissed, his cheeks turning red under the creamy white fur as Calem wedged himself through the door and then closed it behind.
The otter hybrid had a paw behind his back and he waggled his eyebrows at the squirrel. "Ooh, well, I figured you'd want to ask my opinion on how the clothes looked..."
Blott eyed him suspiciously, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the hybrid. "Uh huh. And what do you have behind your back?" he asked.
Calem shrugged, eyes looking over the squirrel's slim, fluffy body and down at the cute, blue shorts. "Well, I figured, since you look so cute in those skimpy little girls-"
"Athletic."
"Athletic girl's shorts," Calem continued, "maybe you'd like to try on something else!"
Blott's arms remained crossed over his chest, one paw tapping on the floor impatiently until his boyfriend held out a pair of pile of obviously-girls clothes. The top garment was a thong-looking pair of panties in bright pink and orange. "Wh-what? Are you crazy?" he hissed, looking up at the ceiling as if afraid to find a camera spying on them.
"Oh come on," Calem said, dropping the stack of clothing on the bench and holding the panties up in front of the squirrel's face, a wicked grin on his face. "Don't you wanna be a pretty girl for me?" he asked, pressing his hips against Blott's.
Blott's face was burning and he stepped back until his shoulders hit the wall. "Are... are you crazy?" he repeated, looking at the changing room door. "What if someone hears us?"
"Hears us what?" the otter said, taking on an air of complete innocence. "Hears you putting on some clothes? Nonsense." Calem leaned over and nosed into one of the squirrel's big ears before giving it a soft bite. "Come on, cutie."
Blott closed his eyes and shuddered visibly, his paws flat against the wall behind. "Mmf, fine," he said quietly, looking down his bare chest at the blue shorts. He let out a soft whine and hooked his thumbs on the waistband, tugging it down.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath and his soft, uncut shaft dangled between his legs as he pulled the shorts down, stepping out of them. He took the panties from his boyfriend and bent down, about to step into them when Calem stopped him.
"Nuh uh," the otter-mix said, standing the squirrel back up with a paw on his shoulder. "Turn around and slip them on for me. Bend down and pull em on," he teased.
Blott let out a pitiful whimper and gave Calem a pleading look, but his partner's face was resolute. The squirrel slowly turned around, his bushy tail held up high before he bent over, keeping his knees straight as he lowered the panties to the floor.
The hybrid let out a soft growl as he watched, seeing the pink pucker beneath the fluffy tail. His own member stirred in his shorts but he didn't make a move towards it yet, just continued to watch his mate.
The squirrel, still a bit apprehensive, took his time dragging the skimpy, sherbet-colored underwear up along his legs. He pulled it up into place, adjusting himself so that his shaft lay up along one side, clearly outlined in the fabric. "There."
Calem traced a claw down the squirrel's spine, his rudder-like tail swaying behind him. "Oooh, the back definitely looks good. What about the front?"
Blott locked his paws together in front of the underwear and turned around, smiling shyly and swaying his hips side to side. He let his arms fall away and rolled his hips forward. "Um... whatcha think?"
"Mmm, it fits you well," Calem said, running his fingers through the soft, creamy fur of Blott's chest, tugging the waistband out just a bit to peek down into the panties before letting it snap back in place. "Do you like them?"
"I do," Blott admitted, straightening them and idly rubbing down over the soft bulge in the front. "I'm just a little embarrassed, that's all."
Calem chuckled and grabbed the pile of random, assorted clothes he'd brought with him. "I've got something else for ya, don't worry. Put these on," he said.
Blott held up a pair of arm-socks in the same pink and orange colors as his girly underwear. His blush hadn't diminished, nor had his shy grin. The squirrel pulled the arm-socks up to his elbows, thumb sliding into the hole at the end to hold them in place. There were matching socks to go with and they came up to just below his knees.
Blott turned around and checked himself out in the mirror, tail held high over the cute thong. His grin spread wide and he ran his gloved paws down over his chest until they rested on his hips.
Calem stepped up behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Blott's chest and hugging him back tightly. He pressed his muzzle into one of the large ears and gave it a gentle nip. "Such a pretty girl, aren't you?" he teased, dragging his fingers down through the fluffy fur.
The squirrel let out a soft groan and nodded as his eyes fluttered closed. "Y-yes..." he whispered, arching his back to the otter's.
"But definitely not a girl," Calem continued, one of his paws running down to grip the soft length through the cotton panties. He gave it a firm squeeze while his free paw cupped the sac.
Blott let out a quiet moan and bit his lip, arms raising up to rest on either side of the mirror. "Ooh, you said I was just trying on clothes... nothing else."
The hybrid snickered and kept squeezing that flaccid member through the thong, rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the head before letting go. "Mmm, I never said that..."
"Ooh..." The squirrel squirmed and ground his hips forward into his partner's paw, his member beginning to thicken between his legs, tenting out the front of the girly panties.
Calem pressed firmly on that bulge, drawing more cute noises from the squirrel while he ground his own firming member up against those panties, still in his own shorts. "Gonna be able to keep quiet? Wouldn't want anyone to hear you," he teased.
The squirrel let out a soft chuffing noise and pressed his forehead to the cool mirror in front of him, drawing in a deep breath. "What are you gonna do to me?"
The otter didn't say anything. He just tweaked the head of Blott's now-hard shaft and then slipped down to his knees behind the squirrel. His fingers tugged down the back of the sherbet panties and his blunt muzzle slipped up under the orange and white tail. His tongue darted out and immediately found the tight pucker there, swirling against it and pushing insistently for access.
Blott let out half a squeal before he clamped his muzzle shut, choking on a soft cry of pleasure. The otter's ribbony, wet tongue circled his passage and made his toes curl against the short carpet. He relaxed himself and that probing tongue slid right into him, slickening his passage and toying with sensitive spots inside.
The panties were pulled down just over the curve of the squirrel's rear in the back, but stayed up in the front, leaving the squirrel's cock straining at the fabric as the tongue pushed deep into him. Calem's tongue twisted and pressed against his mate's prostate, one paw squeezing the round rump in front of his face while the other reached around to continue pressing firmly over that hard lump.
"Wh-what about these clothes?" the squirrel whispered, looking down at his reflection and seeing the outline of his cock in the thong, a small damp spot beginning to grow larger.
Calem's tongue drew back and he gentle bit the base of the squirrel's tail, his own wagging behind him. "We'll figure something out," he said, drawing his tongue back across the wet tail-ring and then diving back in.
The otter's fingers gripped around the squirrel's cock through the cotton and tugged downwards, pulling his foreskin back and prompting another warm gush of pre out against the pink and orange stripes. Blott just watched through half-lidded eyes, biting his bottom lip and trying to keep still and quiet. His heart was racing, and he could hear people only feet away, talking and trying on clothes.
Calem pulled his tongue out of the squirrel's passage and stood up, pushing down on Blott's shoulders. The squirrel fell to his knees and turned around, face to face with the otter's black, uncut shaft. He blinked at it before Calem's paw gripped the back of his head and pulled him forward.
Blott's lips parted and he felt the otter's foreskin peel back against his tongue, pre drooling liberally into his muzzle as he let out a soft groan. He needed no more encouragement to start bobbing back and forth around the thick length, one of his paws trailing up Calem's thigh to squeeze the hanging pair of orbs there.
The otter-dog let out a low growl and spread his legs, beginning to hump into his boyfriend's maw, one paw on each ear. His white-furred balls bounced off the squirrel's chin and could feel Blott gagging every now and then when he bottomed out.
A few minutes passed and Calem could feel the telltale tingling at the base of his length that he might draw close. He pulled out and tapped the squirrel over his short muzzle a few times. "Mmm, good girl. Stand up and bend over for me again?"
Blott licked the drool and pre from his lips, taking a few deep breaths before standing up. The front of his underwear was tented badly and the front had a large damp spot where he'd been leaking profusely. He kept his paws clasped together in front of his crotch, smiling innocently. "Ooh, do I have to? What if someone hears?" he asked, though he was beyond caring at this point.
Calem stepped close and smacked his cock against the bulge in Blott's panties. "Now," he said firmly, a grin turning up the corners of his mouth.
The squirrel turned around and bent over, sticking his rump out as he pressed his face against the mirror. "Like this?" he whispered, shaking his rear back and forth with his tail hiked high.
The otter looked down and tugged the thong back down to expose that pucker again. His cock throbbed at the inviting sight and he gripped the base to angle it down towards the entrance. Both of them hissed as Calem's length slid in, lubed by saliva and a flowing stream of pre.
"Ngh, won't last long with how you're squeezing," Calem said, leaning over the squirrel as he forced himself deeper into the tight tunnel. It sank in inch by inch, pulsing from the heat and tightness enveloping him.
Blott wiggled his hips back and forth, squeezing on the length in him and gasping as it spread him wide. No matter how often they did this, it was a feeling he continued to crave as the otter's shaft pushed him in all the right spots. He whimpered and his breath fogged up the mirror where his face was pressed firmly into it. Both his palms were flat against the surface, slick with sweat and holding him steady while bracing himself for the otter's thrusts.
Calem's fingers dug into Blott's waist and he ground himself in deep before finally starting a smooth rhythm of thrusting back and forth, keeping the speed from picking up to stay quiet. It kept him from tipping over the edge too quickly, and drove him crazy. He wanted to plot the squirrel hard and fast, pinning him against the wall and making the whole changing room shake from their raucous energy, but he could hear people in the next stall over, and had to restrain himself.
He leaned down and bit down on Blott's shoulder, hips making short, quick jerks with himself buried nearly to the hilt. The angle and depth kept him jabbing the squirrel's prostate and each time he felt Blott's muscles clamp down on him.
Blott grit his teeth together and rolled his head to the other side, puffing out hot breaths against the mirror through his nose. He was aching hard, but knew the slow thrusts wouldn't likely bring him over the edge before the otter came.
Calem must have sensed this, too, because one of his fluffy paws snaked around to the front of those pink and orange panties, grabbing the stiff cock and pumping it through the fabric. He humped hard, using the squirrel's cock as a handhold to force himself in as rough as he could.
The squirrel's eyes watered as he squeezed them shut and he clenched his jaw to keep from opening it. His orgasm hit him like a wave and he felt his cock throb in the otter-dog's paw before cum shot out, through the thin fabric, and splattered messily against the mirror in front of him, soaking his girly underwear and the fur around his crotch.
The otter's body stiffened and he gasped as Blott's passage began milking his cock. His legs shook and he could only hold himself inside his partner before he felt his balls draw up and his cock began spasming. Cum flooded the squirrel's passage, pumping him full and drilling back out and down over the edge of the small thong.
The couple stayed together for a few minutes, riding out their orgasms and holding still, trying not to make more of a mess than they already had. Calem finally withdrew, more cum staining the underwear as it leaked from the squirrel's passage. He chuckled and tugged the waistband up, looking at Blott through the mirror. "Mmm, I think you have to buy them now," he teased.
Blott gingerly stood up, looking down his chest to the cum-soaked fabric and whining. "Damnit... I'm going to have to wear these out of here, and be sticky," he complained, looking at the mess along the changing room mirror and then across his underwear.
"Well, we can always head home," Calem suggested, pulling his own clothes on and chuckling. "We'll buy those shirts, sneak what you're wearing on out, and be home free!"
The squirrel's ears flicked back and he looked at the door, hissing quietly. "Steal these underwear? Are you crazy?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey," the otter said, holding up his paws defensively. "It's that, or you admit you're wearing girl's underwear to the cashier, or turn over sticky underwear to them."
Blott walked gingerly through the mall, tail lower than it normally was as he tried to ignore the cold, damp feeling across the front and back of his newly-stolen panties. He shot sideways glances at the otter and huffed indignantly, turning his gaze back forward. "Oh, I'm so going to get you for this," he said.
Calem carried the bag of stuff from Ript at his side and leaned over to kiss the squirrel's cheek. "Oh, I'm sure you will, but it's totally worth it."