Almost Caught [Raffle]
For January's free raffle the theme was "out and about" - and the winner, who'd like to remain anonymous, asked for a story wherein an otter boy, Leon, takes his dog Maddie out for a walk... while she's well into her heat. Leon's known this for a while. It's been pretty hard for him, especially after how much the damn bitch has been seeming to try to get him to "play" with her...
Urges like this can be hard to resist, and before long, he finds himself unable to think of anything else - and soon retreating into the public bathroom at the park to take care of those urges and satisfy both his and Maddie's wants. :3c
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And speaking of Patreon, this story features Rachen and Akil in their Patreon cameos as the foxwolf and snep-cross fellas walking by who can really tell that somethings stinks of sex!
Leon kept his eyes straight forward as he walked, fully conscious of Maddie's tugging along the leash wrapped around his paw, and at the same time trying to ignore it. Throughout the entire morning thus far - which admittedly hadn't been much: warm summer morning, though the sky remained dull grey-blue with the sun still beneath the line of trees hiding the neighborhood next over from view - he'd had to try so hard to ignore _so_much. One slip of his concentration, and-
-and that same scent that had been bothering him all day again wafted up into his nose, coppery and musky at the same time, rich and dry and yet so, so wet. The otter licked his lips yet again, swallowed, licked his lips again, and looked down at the family's bull mastiff at the other end of the leash... though within a second his eyes had drifted right back down to the source of that scent. Plump, thick black flesh, glistening with the liquid of Maddie's heat that had been there, dripping, since she'd started it about a week ago. Staining the couch cushions, leaking onto Leon's bedsheets... soaking onto his jeans on the first day before he'd noticed, with the scent only hitting him later in the afternoon while he was in class.
Hard not to look at her sex like that, nearly hanging down between her hind legs as much as if she'd had a set of balls there instead, jiggling and bouncing side to side as she walked. With a considerable effort Leon tore his gaze away from there, and just in time to nod a nervous hello to an older German shepherd neighbor he partially recognized out for his daily jog. He tried to focus on the little wave of air that followed the shepherd, the stirring in the breeze that... just barely... carried a lower, deeper rumble of cologne, snapping into his mind for a quick second before it was gone, with the sound of his footpaws fading along the sidewalk behind him.
Then there was nothing for a moment, or at least nothing other than the slight, flat scent of morning dew and the fresh life of the trees stirred on a breeze. Leon still kept his gaze forward, watching the way the curve of the sidewalk started to come into view around the little patch of brush, just across from the bench where he'd come to read an assigned novel for one of his classes a couple of semesters ago... and then suddenly it was back again, that same damn scent that tickled at his mind, distracted his thoughts, and embarrassingly enough caused a stirring down in the front of his pants. That bench couldn't come up soon enough; good thing Maddie was tugging at her leash, though, eager to go. So much energy since her heat started.
She was technically Leon's dog, so of course she spent the most time around him out of everyone else in the house. He walked her and fed her, took care of her, gave her her self-prescribed cuddles... and, sure, she'd gone into heat before. Of course she had. It's just that Leon had never felt such a potent response in himself to it like this before. In the past it mostly just came as an annoyance, her brushing and bumping against him and trying to hump at his leg and who knows what else, but now... now, it was an annoyance in a fully different manner.
Hell, it had even worked its way into his mind and his thoughts when away from home. Today was Saturday, but just yesterday during his last class he found himself with his chin in his paw, staring out the window and seeing nothing there other than himself in his bedroom, lying back on his bed with Maddie above him, her tongue lapping at his hard cock and his tongue lapping at her swollen spade in turn, digging deep into the slick, hot flesh, seeing how far he could bury his short lutrine muzzle inside of her. At least it had been the stirring of all the other students leaving upon the end of the period that got his attention rather than hearing his name called.
Maddie kept on going past the bench once it came up, but Leon gave a firmer tug to her leash to try to pull her attention away from the rest of the sidewalk. He needed a break. Not that he was tired - not of the walking, at least - but, just, a break from his mind wandering as much as his dog did. Besides, he could fold his paws in his lap and hide the slight tent that she'd aroused from him, even if pausing just caused the smell of her heat to waft up and float around his head, and hang around longer than when walking.
The otter watched as she sniffed at the bench, then sniffed at his leg, then padded around to the other side of the bench to sniff at a knotted root of a tree sticking up out of the dirt back there... Leon swallowed yet again, sighed, and rolled his head back over the back of the bench, looking up at the dim sky in the spaces between the tall trees rising up and coming over the path. He could still feel the weight of the morning's sleepiness behind his eyes, too; were he to close them here, he might not be able to bring himself to open them back up for at least another hour. Who knows what Maddie might get herself into in that time.
A pair of voices come down from the around the next bend caught his ears, though, and he lifted his head to watch them approach. Just a black-furred foxwolf alongside a snow leopard cross, the latter's fur tinted a lovely dusty lavender in the low light of the early morning; the two chatted among themselves as they came, each holding a leash in walking dogs of their own. That could be bad. Leon's eyes immediately flicked back down to Maddie, nose and droopy front half of her face still pushed into the low brush at the foot of the bench. Maybe he could get up and pull her away before those other dogs came close, before... they perked their ears and started sniffing at the air on their own, a feral German shepherd showing a beautiful slant to his back alongside a smaller golden retriever.
Before Leon could even do anything about it, the two had stretched their leashes taut in trying to get at his own dog's backside, tail already raised and their desired prize well on display. The foxwolf and snow leopard broke off their conversation, suddenly looking half-panicked in trying to get their dogs under control; both of them as well as Leon started giving rushed apologies to each other, the otter just wishing, wishing that they didn't look too far down or say anything to him. Their two dogs were both fixed, though, or else it would have been much more difficult to separate them from Maddie than just quickening their step and rolling their leashes over their paws to bring them closer.
Leon watched, breath held, as the two passed by... and then sighed in relief. A little too soon, however: out of the corner of his eye as he rose back up to gather Maddie's leash and continue leading her in the opposite direction, he caught one of the foxwolf's ears twitching, then turned to see him lift his head, sniff at the air, turn to look over his shoulder.
No, no, Leon thought, breath caught in his throat again. Maddie was tugging at him to continue, but he just couldn't get his legs to move. It felt like one of the times he got in trouble at school as a kid, where all of the other troublemakers involved scattered as soon as they saw the teacher coming, but he felt rooted to the ground by his own nervousness... Not her, not me...
Then to his dismay, the foxwolf actually bumped the snow leopard with his elbow and pointed, as if he couldn't see Leon watching them back. He leaned over and murmured something behind his other paw, dogs walking around their legs and also sniffing at the air; both of their eyes first settled on Leon's muzzle, then went down to Maddie, then watched as she went around too - with her tail still raised. Their eyes actually widened, and the two leaned in to get a better look at the very thing Leon had had to put effort into avoiding. The snow leopard nearly laughed, while the foxwolf licked his lips, swallowed, and reached down as if to slide his paw into his pocket.
If they looked back up at him again, still muttering to themselves, Leon didn't see it. The blush he could feel suddenly heating his cheeks and ears shook his footpaws free, and he was off down the sidewalk quick enough that he actually had to drag Maddie behind him for a second. Around that next bend he could see the park's restroom, a grey stone-and-brick building nestled back into the trees a short distance from the sidewalk. Hopefully in there he could find the time to gather his thoughts, clear his mind... and avoid those two again, or anyone else that would be able to smell Maddie's heat.
Which was, to say, everyone. He didn't have to look back behind him on their walk to know that she'd dripped onto the cement of the sidewalk. Earlier in the morning he'd strained a bit to keep up with her energetic pace, but now he managed to leave a bit of slack in the leash with the bull mastiff trotting ahead of him, tongue hanging out of her mouth, tail up, and - and heavy lips still hanging between her hind legs, looking full and plump enough that he could heft her sex in the palm of his paw. Maybe her heat only affected him so much this time because it had never been this intense before.
Maddie tried to go on along the sidewalk past the restroom a bit, leaving Leon to have to give a good couple of yanks to her leash to bring her back. Two doors on either side of the building, the actual bathrooms themselves fairly well-sized; he'd been in one a couple of times during his later high school years with some of his more-delinquent friends, since they couldn't smoke at his house. Every now and then he checked back in to see if their graffiti was still there, spray-painted against a patch of broken tile behind the toilet in the back stall.
As if on reflex, too, once he pushed the bathroom door open with his shoulder, his legs took him right towards that back stall. It took up the entire back half of the bathroom, leaving plenty of room for the door to swing open towards the other wall, and the toilet set back against the side; he waited for Maddie to trot into the stall behind him before he leaned back against the door, letting out a tense sigh once the slide-lock clicked shut. The otter remained there for a moment, eyes closed, then pulled himself away; the door rattled a bit with the lightening of his weight.
What was he going to _do_today? No time alone at home to take care of certain things, certain distractions and temptations caused by this damn dog at his feet and wagging at him. He couldn't do anything in his own bed at night, either: Maddie's heat resulted in her desiring extra love and attention, so Leon had to keep his bedroom door open for her to hop up and cuddle with him... and, besides, if his paws started wandering, she'd pick up his scent and start nosing around, trying to find the source to lap at it. That, too, was something he'd fantasized about before.
With another heaved sigh he flopped back onto the toilet seat, carefully resting his head back against the metal piping to look up at the ceiling. Flat white, faintly discolored from who knows how many years here; the pale morning sun filtered in through the window-slash-vents up by where the walls met the ceiling, where he and his friends had liked watching their smoke escape on those couple late-night outings. He just... needed a couple moments to...
Before he could figure out what he needed to do, though, Maddie decided for him. The sudden warm pressure of her nose against the front of his pants startled him out of his already-muddled thoughts, and forced the otter to straighten up and look down at her: warm brown eyes met his, her tail still swaying behind her. She drew her nose back, licked her chops, then nuzzle right back in against the zipper of his fly hidden behind the cloth, giving a few small adjustments of her nose so that she pressed right in against the half-hard length of his cock.
For a moment he just sat there, able to feel himself gradually stiffening with the pressure and her breath pushing through the cloth of his jeans. Then he lifted a paw, half-lowered it as if to pet behind her ear - her eyes briefly flicked up, and her tail picked up its pace - and then paused. He had locked the stall door, and this was so early that someone else probably wouldn't come in here... and his paw instead floated down to pop the button of his pants, its presence giving enough to pull Maddie away from him for a moment.
It almost felt as though her were putting on a show for a partner of his - which, he realized with a small start, he kind of was. The otter rose to his feet to slip his pants down his thighs after letting his zipper go next, standing there with his half-tent bulging out the front of his boxers. Maddie perked up, watching his muzzle past that bulge; as he slipped his thumbs under the elastic and tugged those down, too, making sure to pull forward around his length, her eyes refocused.
Just once, he thought to himself, shaking his pants and underwear to his ankles before moving to sit back down. Just once won't hurt. I don't have to tell anybody. I fucking want it, and she's been trying to get it from me since she started her heat. Just - just once.
Maddie, of course, held none of the same hesitation. As soon as he'd settled back down, maybe even before, her nose had resumed its place against him, this time without the annoying pants and underwear in the way. Leon sucked in a short breath with that contact, her nose warm and wet as it pressed up underneath his shaft against the base of his sack; Maddie sniffed and snuffled at his scent, every now and then lapping at her chops and along his balls in turn, quickening the pace with which he twitched and throbbed to his full size.
None of the teasing decorum or slow, savoring motions that some of his other partners always showed when they went down on him; Maddie drew her broad, flat tongue up along the underside of his cock once she'd gotten his musk in her nose, flicking it up over the side and then coming in for another, and another, and another, wet and sticky and messy. Leon watched, jaw hanging open in mixed nervousness and pleasure, hips already pulling themselves forward so he could grind against the feral's muzzle and tongue. Her eyes remained on his face even though she focused along his cock, lapping and nuzzling, wetting his fur nearly as much as his shaft itself.
Couldn't deny it: she'd quickly gotten him fully hard. The otter leaned back against the somewhat-uncomfortable piping behind him, managing to work a paw down to stroke himself against the dog's tongue. She still wagged, still eager; Leon could hardly angle himself away from her hungry maw to get a good stroke in before her tongue was there again, slipping against his fingers, dragging over his head and making him squirm. She didn't care a bit for keeping quiet, too: between those loud, wet licks she continued to pant against him, hot breath washing over his balls and into the fur between his legs.
In what was partially an attempt to keep her more quiet in the rare case that someone did come into the bathroom, the otter leaned forward over her and brought his legs closer together, effectively settling her head between his thighs... and then he realized what opportunities that opened him up for. Or, rather, opened her up for: leaning over like this, one arm on her collar and the other resting over her back, he could bring his fingers down just a bit further, hook his thumb around the base of her tail... and run his fingerpads first over the rhythmically-clenching pucker of her tailhole, intensely hot, and then just a little bit lower, that same slick, swollen spade, even hotter.
Even with just that little brush, the bull mastiff gave a little hump against the air and pushed back, not so much squeezing as just slipping back onto his two middle fingers. Warm and wet, sticky, so so slick, already soaking into the fur of his fingers and leaving thick greasiness along his pads... Leon adjusted his posture a bit and dug his fingers in further, eagerly pressing into the silky warmth, exploring her depths. That heat and wetness both deepened, of course, until he had buried his fingers up to the knuckle inside of her; a few tentative lifts up, pulling against her tail from underneath, made the bull mastiff spread her hind legs and hump down again, briefly coming forward off of his fingers and then pushing right back onto them.
Leon let out a tense sigh beneath the dog's tongue still working at and underneath his cock, each lick pulling another throb out of him. He hadn't been this turned on in - in _quite_a while. Hell, he'd tightened his paw at her collar to pull her muzzle an inch or so up his shaft, so that the end of each lick curled up over his head, and already he could feel that a little bit more of that would be enough to drive him over the edge. Her tongue felt better than just about anything else he'd had on him.
...So far, at least. Drawing his fingers back out of her with a slick schlck and then bringing them to his muzzle before he could put a second thought into it, the otter leaned back, lifted his hips against her maw, and enjoyed everything around him for a moment. Her tongue on him, her scent heavy in the air, her taste now flooding his mouth... the same rich and deep, musky aroma that clung to his bedsheets and wafted around wherever she wagged her tail, with that undeniable metallic sting beneath. That was the core of the heat scent: the rest, he could probably get by burying his muzzle inside of her any other time. Which, now that he'd taken the step to break down that self-imposed barrier between himself and her backside, might actually happen.
With some gentle patting and pushing he managed to lead Maddie to turn her body, the hardest part coming in pulling her muzzle away from continuing at his length, and then the second coming when he had to resist pawing himself off for the remaining fifteen or twenty seconds that it felt like it would take to finish up. Instead he settled his paws on her rump, pushing her forward a few inches and raising her tail so that he could look down, intentionally this time, at that... delicious, wet invitation, plump flesh. Waiting for him. Still her tail wagged; Maddie turned her head and looked at him, tongue hanging out of her maw, brown eyes watching his face as she waited. Another slight adjustment of her stance, a little push back... and that was all it took for Leon to get over that last little bump of hesitation.
He angled the end of his cock down with his thumb, keeping her tail raised with his other, and nestled it right up against her hot, slick lips. It was so, so easy to slide deep into her, warm walls just barely squeezing around his girth the deeper he pressed into the feral; this time he could feel her body shivering and clenching around him. This was what he was missing out on? Why didn't he do this sooner? The otter couldn't hold back a shaking, breathy moan with that plunge into her, burying himself right to the hilt inside her heat, and then held there while feeling himself throbbing inside of her, and her returning the clenching. His paws made their way to her flanks, shaking under the feeling of her around her, and gripped gently; then he thought to lean forward over her, as if he were a male dog breeding her like she wanted, like she expected-
And then, suddenly, a short series of knocks rang out along the stall door ahead and to his right, nearly instantly wiping away the peak of his want. Again he felt rooted to the spot, buried all of six inches inside of his dog, her wagging her tail against his lower belly with the juice of her heat dripping down his bare sack... from where he knelt on the floor he could see a pair of legs waiting just outside. So he waited, too: they couldn't come in, since he'd locked the door. But, then, the could, they might try to peek through the small space between the door and the wall... it felt as though his heart had jumped into his throat and lodged there, like he'd faint any minute. Maybe it was the foxwolf, or the snow leopard cross from before. Maybe they'd followed and watched him, maybe they'd seen him disappear into the restroom with her and take far too long to come back out.
No words, though, no questioning or any 'is everything alright in there?'... and, thankfully, no eye trying to peek into the stall. Just another knock, setting Leon's heart deeper into his throat and ears, then a silence that stretched on for far too long... then a dismissive sigh from the other side of the door, and the otter watched those legs turn and head over to the next stall over. All while he was still buried inside of Maddie.
Despite the nervousness, despite the stark risk, just the fact that he remained all six inches inside of his dog, with her clenching and squeezing around him and trying to push back against his hips, all kept him fully hard. From this angle he couldn't peer underneath the stall divider to watch for when that person left - there came the sound of the next door closing and locking, followed by a grunt, another sigh, and then the zip of a pants fly - but at the same time, he couldn't move, either.
Not for lack of trying. The otter braced his paws on the feral's flanks and shifted, which only resulted in her tightening around him again and nearly pulling another breathy moan from his throat. He couldn't pull back out of her to sit on the toilet and pretend he hadn't been doing anything, couldn't move away from the divider so that if the other person were to peek, they wouldn't see him on his knees directly behind a feral dog's hind legs; he couldn't do anything other than wait, every muscle in his body tensed, loins pulsing and stirring with intense desire and want and need. Almost too much for him to hold onto.
It took maybe forty seconds, but that still seemed to stretch on into five, ten times its actual length while he waited. Eventually the same sounds came from the next stall over, the zip of the fly and unlocking of the door, followed by footsteps out towards the sinks... and then after that, the creak and thump of the bathroom's main door closing. And Leon finally let his breath out, the relieved sigh tapering into the expected moan as the impatient Maddie stirred against him again.
Had to finish this up quickly and get home, then. Not that it would take too long: as soon as his ears flicked towards the sound of the door closing, as soon as all of - most of - that stress left his body, he gripped the bull mastiff's body and slid out to his head, then thrust back in, fast and hard. Again and again and again, teeth gritted all over again, eyes squeezed shut; at the same time and in the same rhythm Maddie worked her hips down and forward, humping at the air just as Leon thrust deep into her, still able to feel the way she dripped and leaked down along the front of his sack, now with each push forward causing a small spurt out across the floor instead of the steady drip that had come when the unfortunate visitor had been just next door.
It all came at once, all of the built-up pressure and anticipated energy, the fierce, pressing urgency. This time Leon could not hold himself back, no matter how he might try - if the thought were even to occur to him right then. He dug his fingers in underneath Maddie's hips and held her tight against his body, churning his hips as he kept himself buried deep inside her... and with a growling moan he bucked forward, again, again, each spurt of his load strengthened by the dog's tight squeezing around the base and length of his cock. For the final burst he slid all the way out, then pushed slowly back in: he could feel his own cum there, thicker and sticker, though mixing easily with the smoother slickness of her heat.
Unable to remain on his knees on this tiled floor for longer, the otter pulled all the way out of her and slumped back onto the toilet seat behind him, nearly missing it on his first attempt. Both he and Maddie panted now, her claws tapping lightly against the floor as her reenergized muscles twitched and tensed with the pleasure he'd just pounded into her; through eyes threatening to close with the sweet exhaustion, Leon looked down at her, saw first her brown eyes on him with her head looking back over her shoulder, then her still-wagging tail, and then finally the thick, milky white dripping slowly out of her swollen sex, and into that growing puddle on the floor.
He swallowed, sighed, swallowed again. Hard to catch his breath. "Hey Maddie." The bull mastiff perked up and turned to face him, still wagging. When Leon patted his legs, she leapt up so her front legs rested across his knees - and he leaned in over her, to wrap one arm around her in a hug and to slide two fingers of his other paw back up into her, trying to slip his cum back inside of her. It wouldn't be a good look to have her leaking that on the way back home. "That's a good girl... ready to go home? All tired out from your walk? God knows I am... okay, here, get up..."
Almost without thinking, after getting himself back into his underwear and zipping his pants up, he floated his paw up to his muzzle to take another sniff and taste. The smell of her heat clung strongly to his fingers, both from just being buried to the knuckle inside of her again, as well as just brushing along the surface of his shaft... he'd probably reek of her for the rest of the day, if he didn't take a shower.
And, really, there wasn't any point to showering if he'd just get himself dirty again: Maddie did_need to be walked at least twice a day. Leon wrapped her leash around his paw again, made sure he didn't have any wet spots on him that were _too visible, and then reached to unlock the stall door. It was Saturday, which meant he could stay up late, and he knew that early evening was another time when few people bothered going out to the park here.
Her confidence helped, of course. Walking behind her again, seeing the way she still kept her tail flagged, with the juice of her arousal having soaked into the thin fur along the insides of her legs... it was obvious to Leon that she wasn't yet satisfied. That might change, though.
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Just once... well, doing it again wouldn't hurt.