FSE

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The sky is overcast, but it's still warm enough to not need a jacket. Birds chirp and flit among the trees that dot the park. A large lake in its center currently acts as a hub for activity with people conversing, or enjoying a picnic in the tepid weather. Not often one gets a day like this with how often it rained. Vurun can't hide his smile as he patrols the pathways of the large park. The people he passes give him a polite "Afternoon sir," or some other appropriate greeting when they recognize his policeman's uniform and badge. He is well-known among the populace, as all the officers are. People were happier knowing each and every officer, and that they could be held accountable, especially given the history the police-force has. Regardless, today's a good day, and Vurun's tail swishes happily behind him as he enjoyed the park greenery.

Ahead, in a more secluded area, he could see a certain wolf and an otter at a picnic table. Vurun's ears pick up the loud one-sided conversation the otter is having with the wolf, who is focused on his laptop, typing away at something. He figures he can offer some rescue, and walks with purpose towards the pair.

"...But the entire time, Omega Squadron was doing nothing! They were just sitting there until the director decided they were relevant for no reason!" The otter chattered excitedly about his favorite TV show that'd gone awry. Kyle is happy to humour him, despite not having seen the show himself, giving short affirmations and nodding his head at appropriate intervals, while he himself focused on writing a paper for his physics class. The otter continued, "And then the director's were like 'Ysaac forgot about the Shadow Force, but the Shadow Force did-oh, hey there officer!"

"Good day citizens," Vurun said with a smirk, "How goes your afternoon?"

At the sound of the bull's deep voice, Kyle looks up from his laptop, and up further to make eye contact with the officer. Vurun's uniform is form-fitting, accenting nicely his well-kept muscles in his arms as well as his thick thighs. However, the more important thing is how familiar the bull looked. Kyle swore he knew or at least seen him before. "Well we're alright, thank you sir," the otter quips. He is somewhat puzzled at the wolf's reaction, and sensing some kind of tension he makes his exit, "Alright, uh, I'll see you later Kyle. Have a good one, sir!" The otter picks up his few things, and trots away down the path, leaving the two alone.

"Oh! You're from the bus!" Kyle remembers his previous encounter with the bull on public transit. He also remembers that just before the bull had introduced himself, his dragon roommate had left him with a bucket of cum in his belly, and he blushes at the memory. "Uh, p-please, have a seat!" Kyle mentally kicks himself for stuttering in the bull's presence. Was he really getting so worked up after either of them barely said anything?

"Thank you," Vurun replied. Sliding himself down opposite the wolf, he still had to look down to face Kyle. "You workin' on anything important?"

"Uh, yeah, just some physics shit. Entropy isn't what it used to be." Kyle cocks his head with a goofy grin, but inside he groaned at the horrible pun.

Vurun widens his eyes in mirth as he hears the wolf open with that. It's cute nonetheless, and the wolf relaxes when the bull lets out a chuckle. "So, how goes your patrol, I guess? You are patrolling right now yeah?" queried the wolf, trying to dispel the awkwardness that hung in the air.

"Yeah, just walkin' around making sure I'm there if anybody needs me." Vurun leans over the table, closer to the wolf and speaks a little quieter, "I've not forgotten how we met the first time," he says, accompanied by a slow lick of his lips, watching the red return to the wolf's cheeks. He reaches a paw forward to stroke them. "Though we never properly got acquainted, not the way I wanted anyway."

"How do you mean?"

"I've been hunting for your ass ever since you sat on my lap on that bus. Now that I've got you, I want a taste."

As the words hit Kyle's ears, he opens his mouth to respond, only for Vurun's thumb to pivot right into his mouth. "Suck," the officer commanded.

Kyle flattens his ears, but closes his mouth around the warm appendage. The large thumb would probably make for a normal sized dick, given its size. It tasted somewhat bland, only a little bit of saltiness. Vurun pulls it out just a little, then pushes it back in, feeling the wolf's lips glide over the short slickened fur of his thumb makes him rumble in approval. He gives a few more "thrusts" before removing his thumb from the wolf's maw, leaving Kyle panting and visibly embarrassed at being used so publicly.

"C'mon, get under the table."

Kyle's not about to disobey a man of the law, and shuffles himself down underneath the picnic table. He's not immediately noticeable, but there's nothing hiding him from anyone that looks either. Ahead of him, black slacks lead inward, a stiff bulge showing along the inseam. He knows what he's here for, and what the bull wants. Placing himself front and center, he reaches a paw forward to undo the zipper.

Vurun reaches over and grabs the wolf's laptop, phone, and notebook, bringing them to his side. He arranges them so it looks somewhat like he's the one writing an essay, though his officer's uniform doesn't quite match up. Might as well try not to look suspicious, yeah?

With the zipper pulled all the way down and the button undone, Kyle pulls down the boxer briefs to reveal the thick manflesh and the beginning of a treasure trail. He has to reach in further down one leg to fish out the thick-as-an-arm cock and point towards himself. He pushes one hand in again to release the fuzzy balls, each one filling in the palm of his hand. He starts with them, pushing his snout right in and inhaling Vurun's musky scent. It is wonderfully spicy, his own cock throbbing as it fills his lungs. He lets out a lick, pushing the ball around in its sac, then continues upwards along the bottom of the bull cock until he reaches the head. He strokes the shaft with his hands, then gives it a kiss as it throbs at his tender care before wrapping his lips around the cock head, stretching his maw to the limit.

As his eyes were closed, Vurun doesn't notice the phone on the table going off until it had already stopped. He glances over at it, and sees a message notification. He taps it, and it turns out the wolf didn't lock his phone; just his luck. The message was a text from "Baldaddy", stating "hey I forgot lunxh come over real quick", followed up by a "*lunch".

Vurun looks from the phone down to his lap, where he can see the beginning of a wolf snout halfway down his length. He taps the screen quickly to take a photo of the scene right as Kyle's eyes came into view, who looked up after he hears a shutter sound. He is unable to protest since the bull's cock was lodged in his throat. Vurun attaches the photo along with "busy rn ;)" and sends it off. Putting the phone back on the table, he addresses Kyle, "Hey pup, you're almost there, don't quit on me now," and he reaches down to give Kyle an encouraging scratch behind the ears before it turns into a gentle push on the back of his head, spearing his length further down the wolf's gullet. He doesn't let up until he feels the wolf's cold nose right in his crotch, buried in his pubic fur.

He gives out a moan as the wolf dutifully swallows around his cock as it bulges his throat out. He pulls the wolf off just enough to let him catch a breath, before thrusting him all the way back down again, though he withdraws his hands this time. "Do not stop." From under the table, the wolf hears another person approaching. He's about to pull off the bull, but a leg wraps around his back to keep him from emptying his mouth completely. He resigns himself to his fate, swallowing the cock down again, then pulling off. Forward and back, while rubbing the bull's balls with his hands.

"Afternoon officer!" Came the greeting from a passerby.

"Howdy folks, enjoy the park!" Vurun replies. He waits until they're gone some distance down the path before addressing the wolf between his legs, "Mmm, pup that's really good." The encouragement worked, and Kyle increased his speed. However Vurun spots a group of people coming his way again, and pretends to do something on Kyle's phone. As they passed, he gave them a wave, and they returned the gesture. Turns out "Baldaddy" responded, "oh fuck now im horny too" along with some kind of frowny emoji. He smirks and replies, "promise to get him to u as soon as im done" All the while, the wolf under the table kept up his duties servicing the bull.

A short time passed before the bull feels his orgasm approaching, a peak in pleasure building up in his groin and spreading into his balls and through his cock. "Here it comes pup, hope you're fuckin' ready!" Gripping the table, he tips over the edge, plunging into bliss. The wolf feels the shaft in his maw and throat swell, and he plants himself down to the root, feeling the virile balls under his chin twitch as they begin to deposit their load straight into his stomach. Each throb sends globs of semen down his throat, and his belly gives out a groan as it fills, and then overflows with seed, bulging out. As the pulses weaken and taper off in frequency, he slurps off the cock, finally giving his jaw relief.

Vurun tucks himself back into his pants, zipping up quickly and efficiently. As he watches the wolf crawl out from under the table, the sight of his swollen belly pushing his shirt up ignites a new hunger in him. He pivots on the bench, and reaches out to bring the wolf into a warm embrace. At his height, Kyle's face was pressed into the bull's belly. He hears it gurgle hungrily, and his fear is confirmed as he feels a drop of sticky liquid on his head. One of the bull's hands pushes his chin up, and the bull leans down and gives him a big kiss. Vurun attacks the wolf's mouth with his tongue, filling it up and tasting a hint of himself in his maw. He even breaches the boy's throat, venturing deeper in.

Kyle is eager to please, and he sucks and swallows the tongue that fills out his mouth, and leaves a small bulge in his throat. He opens his eyes when he feels and hears Vurun breathe over him, and he blushes at the sight. The tongue in his mouth leads into the gaping maw of the bull, the red flesh dripping with saliva. He pulls himself a little closer, pushing his head between the lips that close around him, and the bull suckles around his head, matting his fur.

A loud moan fills his ears as the bull tastes him inside and out. Vurun spits Kyle's head out, withdrawing his tongue as well. Again the wolf was out of breath, unable to respond as warm hands reach around his waist and pull off his jeans, taking his underwear along with them revealing his hard rocket. "Wha-?" He was quickly interrupted.

"I'm gonna eat ya, don't want your clothes getting in the way of your taste."

"But-" Finished with his lower garments, the bull reaches up and pulls the wolf's shirt up and over his head, silencing him again, and discarding it on the table. Fully naked in the park, a breeze quickly made him shiver. Vurun leans down, "Ooh, it's a little chilly ain't it? I'll keep you warm." He opens his maw wide, letting Kyle see the glorious details of his mouth: the flat white teeth, the dripping tongue sticking out, the red muscles in the back.

"O-okay," Kyle reaches a paw out, placing it on the tongue that squirms at his taste. It holds firm when he places his other paw in, and begins to hoist himself up. There's not much room for maneuvering, and he basically just falls in chest forward. Vurun moans at the rush of taste and closes his lips around the wolf's waist as he tastes all over the wolf's body, especially the crotch area where he feels the canines leaky cock. The salty taste puts his saliva glands into overdrive, drenching Kyle in fresh warm drool.

With his arms trapped at his sides and no wiggle room, he can barely see the entrance to the throat right in front of him. Hot breath flows from it as his body is pushed and massaged by the massive tongue. Then he even feels the tongue reach outside the mouth, curling around his idly waving legs. At this time, he also feels gravity shifting, drool starting to pool towards the throat. He gasps as it swallows excess, the muscles and tongue pushing together right in front of him. A loud gulp sounds around him, and they open again, and he stares into a dark abyss that he feels himself sliding snout-first into.

His head doesn't touch the flesh around him, but as his shoulders squeeze into the throat entrance, the flesh reacts. It flexes around him, pulling him in fast and even deeper, sight failing him. Another gulp sounds, and he feels warmth and wet all around him as his foot paws are drawn into the maw. He squirms at the tongues touch along his sensitive foot pads, causing another swallow. The flesh ripples around him squeezing him down the oppressive tube as the sound of a heartbeat begins to ring in his ears. The last swallow he feels at his feet, and this time he doesn't stop, gliding easily into the deepest recesses of the bull.

His snout gets pushed up against flesh, surprising him, but pressure builds and he is forced forward through the ring, quickly depositing all of him into the tight stomach. It gurgles and churns at his arrival, pushing him gently around. A rush of air leaves from where he came, and a loud burp echoes through his chamber. He feels rubs on his back as the bull massages his now full belly, pushing his uniform's buttons but not breaking any, thankfully.

Vurun sighs at the feel of a full belly, thankful for catching the wolf right as his own lunch break was coming up. He begins to gather the canine's things, when he grabs the phone. He snaps a quick selfie displaying his bulging gut, and sends it to Baldaddy. A response soon came, "argh, meanie. could you at least drop him off?" along with an address. Vurun smiles, he definitely could go for a walk and some company. As he sets off, he spots a fox staring at him, squeaking as he meets the officer's gaze. The bull tips his hat, "Have a nice day."