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Mall Escape

"See anything you like?" the chipper fennec asked the bewildered customer, gesturing to the array of men's shorts behind her. Her giant ears flicked expressively as she held her comforting smile from behind the counter, but the intrigued animal had his focus on something much more obvious.

"U-uh..." the red badger in flannel stammered helplessly, unable to cut his eyes away from the perky, open breasts of the fennec. Her innocence was full out from behind the mahogany counter, every strand of white and tan fur. His mouth was stuck slightly open, and he was still fighting for the words to answer her question. Seconds passed, and the atmosphere was getting awkward, so the fennec asked the same question.

"...You're eighteen, right?" he finally responded.

"Yep, exactly."

"Uh...good...."

Silence. The badger shook his head to wake himself, then made eye contact. "Maybe...it was jeans I was looking for?" he finally managed. "It's September, y'know, fall's coming soon..."

"Well, in that case, do you want me to direct you to the mens' jeans?" She asked.

"Yeah!" The badger immediately obliged without thinking, still perplexed as to what he was seeing. The uppity, slim figure nodded and opened the counter door. She walked around him and slowly made her way over to a display table, swaying her hips with each step. He gasped, cupping his mouth with his hands, as his suspicion was confirmed. The young fox was parading about the clothing store naked as the day she was born, playing with her long, blonde hair, tail swaying, and periodically exposing her nether regions to him each time her impressive thighs shifted with each step.

"How is this happening?", he thought. He followed her weightlessly around the carefully spaced clothing racks of coats and t-shirts across the hardwood floors. He got close - probably a little too close - as the fennec turned around with that same comforting smile.

"This is what you were asking for, sir?" She beamed to the customer, once again receiving no response. His eyes were glued to her body. What was he in the store for again?

He paused, relieved, but not surprised. "C-cool..." He seemed to be looking straight through her to the white walls behind her.

"Do you like my collar?" she mused, fiddling its peculiar metal lock in her hand as she shifted her hips. No answer. He wanted to ask her about her current state, but something was preventing him. He just couldn't get it out. He was so caught up in his own confusion that he had hardly noticed his round glasses slowly creeping down his face. The flustered fellow had no movement until they slid off his nose and onto the floor with a clack.

"O-oh! I, uh, my apologies..." the badger shook his head and snapped out of it, equaling her smile as he bent down to pick them up. His ascension was slow, for when he looked up, he was not expecting to receive a direct view of her pinkish underpart. He found himself stuck in the process of standing up as his pupils dilated comically.

"Sir," the fox's tone intensified, cueing the badger to furiously apologize as he reapplied his glasses. He was blushing atrociously. Trying not to make any eye contact, he said, "Uh, you know what, maybe I want the men's shorts after all."

"Why not both?" she inquired. Far too wrapped up in the moment, the badger quickly agreed to her suggestions before he even thought why. Before they knew it, he was checking out a size 15 pair of shorts and size 17 jeans, explaining that he didn't trust himself during the holidays. They had a laugh and he made his rather large transaction, walking funny and waving awkwardly as he exited the store.

She sighed in satisfaction, resting her social mask, as she was approached by her manager, Mr. Kent. He was a brown, rather large avian, wearing the same old sophisticated business suit. He took his lazy eyes off the clipboard and onto her, checking a box off the paper.

"I have to say, Penny, you are, without a doubt, the most successful employee we've ever hired!" He revered, sounding less monotonous with each word. He tapped his pencil across various sections of the clipboard. "Ever since you joined the crew, our mens' wear sales have universally increased by roughly fifteen percent, as well as womens' skirts by five...all of which connects back to your shift times. I must say, Ms. Fenmore, I'm impressed."

"No problem!" Penny snickered, wrapping her arms around her breasts shyly and grinning. She looked down at her reddish-tan and cream body. "I guess people really like seeing me...like this..."

Mr. Kent blinked, scratching his black beak. There was a familiar glimmer in his eye. "Yes, well, your attire may have something to do with it. You know we gave you a uniform, right?"

"Oh, well, the collar kind of gets in the way of that." She blushed, not wanting to bring up the number of times she's reminded him.

"Right, that little fairytale of how it 'dissolves' any clothing you put on. Fine," the manager rolled his eyes. He sighed, shook his head in indifference, and got closer to Penny. "Listen, you kids are crazy, I'll never understand you. You've got all these magical powers, you're much more socially active, and you're much more...uh, 'open' than when I was a kid. So, I won't understand these shenanigans." He turned around to pace around the counter. "But, look, everybody I've talked to about this always says the same thing: they have no problem with it, and it doesn't harm anybody. There's also nothing in our dress code that suggest you can't go naked, just that you have to be in uniform."

Penny readjusted the nametag on her collar and smiled. She had talked to him about it earlier and convinced them of the loophole.

"So if you want to keep expressing yourself like this, it's fine," her manager insisted. "Between you and me, I didn't even have a problem with it during the interview. Just keep it up, you're doing great."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Penny emitted shyly, pivoting a full ninety degrees away from him. Her legs crossed as she clasped her hands under her head. She wished she at least had a pair of pants, but that's not how it all worked anymore.

Trying to rest her outward timidity, she said, "It's four o'clock. I have to remind you that my shift is over soon."

"Yes, I know, and the next employee will be coming in to cover your shift shortly," Mr. Kent responded, his eyes now drooped back to the clipboard as he retired to his office in the back of the store. "I've got a boatload of paperwork to do in the office. I'll be locking myself in for the day."

"Oh, Mr. Kent?"

"Yes, Penny?"

"Thanks again for letting me use the back entrance to leave!"

"You don't have to thank me for that, anymore, Penny. I get it," he grinned. "In the meantime, keep your streak up; you're bound to get a raise!"

He closed the door behind him, leaving Penny flustered and naked, just how she was before. She had always remembered to thank Mr. Kent for allowing her to be picked up by her mother in the back of the store, in a private parking lot where less people could see her nudity, rather than having to walk through the whole plaza herself. It did wonders for her in the past, saving her from the unnecessary exposure and time wasted, as the nearest parking lot would be all the way across the mall. That shortcut was a blessing to her.

If it wasn't for the stupid collar, she wouldn't have to deal with it, though. It had been three weeks since she had accidentally locked it on herself, and the results were as consistent as they were humiliating. The story her manager passed off as a fib was true; any clothes she attempted to put on would disintegrate within seconds. It protected her from legal trouble, and kept her warm during cold days, but that was about it. As far as she knew, she would be like this forever. There was nothing she could do. No matter how shamelessly turned on and flustered she got, people would see her.

They'd watch her.

And she'd never get them to turn away.

Suddenly, her underpart itched and began to redden, forcing her to press her legs even harder together to conceal it. She clearly had put too much thought into this. Even now, it was hard to comprehend whether she liked it or not. Sure, she had plenty of exhibitionist fantasies before applying the collar, but this was real. But to some degree, it didn't feel exactly like that.

Her eyes scanned the area to see if anybody was watching. There were only a few people in the store, all minding their own business. Good. But she still felt that familiar weight in her heart. That bittersweet tension that she used to define as "dread", now self-identified as the aroma of sexual curiosity.

She was surely getting wetter now, and she bit her lip at its feeling. The room was heating up. Slowly, her hands seemed to move downward on their own, towards her flaming passion. Almost like her body knew she had gotten a lucky break. The music over the loudspeaker seemed to be drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat. She was no longer darting her head around the store; instead, she was looking down at herself. It was so open, but somehow, just behind this counter, it felt a little bit safe. Just enough....

Penny's teeth were chattering. I wonder if I could just...

Like firecrackers out her early morning window, the sound of vibrations woke her from her trance. It was coming from her phone, tucked away in her pink purse put in a cupboard under the register. Expecting this to be an important call, Penny kneeled where nobody could disturb her, unzipped it, and pressed the green button.

"Hi sweetie!" It was her mother.

"Oh, hi Mom! How's it going?" she answered, still shaking.

"I'm doing just fine, honey," Mrs. Fenmore answered, sounding rather agitated. A car horn blasted in the background. "Are you doing okay? You sound a little tense."

"I'm doing fine, thanks! Why are you calling?"

"Well, I wanted to tell you that I'm in the biggest traffic jam I've seen in years, and I've never seen the GPS lower its time of arrival so many times...." Mrs. Fenmore growled in disappointment. "I know I'm supposed to pick you up in the back parking lot of the store, but it looks like I can't make it. I'm gonna be backed up for hours!"

The car horn sounded again, and Penny heard a word she never thought she'd hear her mother say.

"Sorry," she grumbled. "There's a bus leaving about fifteen minutes after your shift is over. It arrives at the same parking lot as I pick you up. I know it's hard, honey, but I want you to be strong and take it home. I promise, it won't be so bad! Nobody uses the bus around here, anyway!"

"That's okay, Mom! I'll do fine! I'm used to this," Penny assured her. "In a super weird way, it's kind of fun. But I'm sorry to hear that you're stuck!"

"It's fine," she brushed it off. "Just please catch that bus, okay, Penny? If not, you'd have to wait there in a closed store for hours. I can't imagine what you'd do!"

"Don't worry about that, Mom," Penny scoffed. "I can catch a bus."

"Well, I'm just being a mom, as always. Listen, it's ugly out here. I have to go, now. Goodbye, sweetie! I love you!"

"Bye, Mom! Love you, too!" She hung up the phone.

Ten minutes went by without much hassle, and Penny's shift was done. She left her nametag in the cabinet, collected her personal belonging and walked across the store to her special exit - a large, ugly metal door that aesthetically held no candles to the rest of the store. She pushed her paws against the bar, and...

...it wouldn't budge.

She tried again and again, getting more nervous the more she tried. She figured something was probably wedged in between the cracks from outside, but she couldn't tell from the dimly lit room. She looked around for anybody to help her move it, and saw a glum looking basset hound who mopped the floor in a monotonous circle. He could hardly keep his eyes open, making him look just as unkempt as his worn, blue jacket and his denim jeans.

Penny approached the man for one final, embarrassing interaction and said, "Um, excuse me...sorry about my little situation here, it's pretty hard to explain," she smiled nervously, "but can you please help me open up the back door? I'm not strong enough...."

The basset hound looked up with the gaze of a man who hadn't slept in centuries. "What?" he said with an impossibly weary voice.

"The back door. It's really hard to open!"

"Oh, that. Yeah, it's locked. Didn't you see the construction out there?"

Penny was shocked. "What?!"

"They started tearin' everything up early this afternoon," he yawned. "There's nothin' but dirt and bulldozers out there. They said they had to lock the door so nobody wanders out into danger."

"B-but I have to get picked up to go home!" She froze, realizing what she had said. It was at this moment she had realized that she forgot to call her Dad to pick her up! Penny scrambled to her phone, but every text message got no response, and every phone call received no answer.

After twiddling with her hair for minutes, she asked, "How do I get home?"

He sighed heavily. "The things people ask me these days...," the janitor rolled his eyes, and averted it back to his mopping. "Just go the long way."

"But I can't have so many people see me naked!" Penny complained.

He raised an eyebrow and craned his head, looking much more awake this time. "Oh...oh, lord, the things I get paid to do here..."

"Stop looking at me!" Penny's cheeks reddened again, covering her private parts as she stumbled away from the crotchety old man.

Swiftly meandering back through the store, she desperately looked for some other door to use. Her manager was unavailable, and there was not a single person who could help her cover up. No doors were in sight. No windows, either. There were seemingly no possible exits.

Well...except for one.

She gulped, trying to take in the situation, as she walked reluctantly towards her one and only exit; the main entrance. The one that led into the crowded mall. The place she'd never imagine herself going to. The portal to the forbidden zone was now her saving grace. Each step that she took, she got a little more embarrassed thinking about it. Plenty of people had seen her in the nude before, but this seemed like too much to handle.

It felt like ages until she reached the gateway to the rest of the mall. That familiar feeling was brewing again, much stronger than before. Yet, she couldn't deny the "other" feeling she had. The juxtaposition was hard to pinpoint, but her only remaining option wasn't. Her nervousness was tremendous. It had to wait.

She inhaled deeply. There's a first time for everything. She took some more time, standing naked in the doorway, praying the intimidation to subside. Converting it to some unruly concoction of annoyance instead, she took her last needed deep breath.

"Ugh..." Penny grumbled, taking her first steps out into the crowded mall. "I knew I should've taken the night shift at the movie theater..."

The initial sighting of its interior was a cannonball in her stomach. Her body was instantly overwhelmed, trembling as she took careful steps down the hallway. This was much harder to deal with than the classrooms. She hadn't been there for so long ever since her collar became a part of her. It used to be her favorite place to go to; now, it just seemed bigger than she last remembered it. More space. More commotion. More...people. Oh, the people...she could hardly count how many there were, but she knew there was no sense in doing that, now.

Continuing to walk, she noticed that the walls seemed a thousand feet apart, and the ceiling was only a skylight. The air had a pleasant, manufactured chill she felt that veered around her whole body. It all just wasn't meant for her situation. Sure enough, the unexpected bystanders, fully clothed and minding their own business, one by one, spotted out the poor fennec. The first of many.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, she repeated over and over in her head as more began to turn to look at her nude body. Helplessly exposed in the afternoon, there was truly nowhere for her to hide. Her whole body blushed, as she couldn't help but make occasional eye contact with the awkward, confused, and sometimes even amazed expressions on their faces. A man's jaw dropped at the sight. A woman spilled her coffee on the ground. Another woman just blushed in secondhand embarrassment. Penny could only smile back as her heart beat like a drum with uncertainty. She prayed that was all she needed to distract them from her pinkening crotch.

"'Scuse me, miss, why are you naked?" the first concerned chap spoke, a terrier sitting at the nearby café. His eyebrow was raised and his attention was completely stolen away from his laptop. His funny hat was starting to fall off his head, and he made no attempt to pick it up when it finally did.

"Uh...umm...I prefer Macs!" Penny blurted out hilariously before quickly deciding to ditch the conversation, whirling around to walk the rest of the hallway.

"Carry on, then," he heard him say nonchalantly behind her.

Okay then, she thought, blushing from a new type of embarrassment. Maybe now's not the best time for any explanations....

Every step her bare feet made across the flat floor felt like a flare that set off in her position. Some people were even taking photographs by now. She tried instead to stay away from the center of the hallway and walk towards the sides, but that ultimately didn't do much, since there were stores to the sides with glass walls. She was like a lighthouse in the nighttime. Every customer from behind transparent barriers into their newfound haven of voyeur would point, gawk, and stare at her. They peered over large vats of merchandise and clothing racks, averting their eyes from their purchases to her. She couldn't escape them!

What an impossible scenario, she thought, starting to gain awareness of all this. Penny shook her head around to set her mind back in motion. Her memory of the building's interior was faded, and the situation didn't make it any better. But she had to press on.

Her peculiar nudity was on display no matter what she could do, bound to the perplexed chorus of gasps. Her frozen, humiliated smile provided the only explanation, as subtle giggles started to become clearer from the noise.

Oh man...this is really happening...everybody can see me! she thought. She would've stayed in her own head for the entire duration had a middle-aged rat's camera phone not flashed right in front of her eyes. Urgh...snap out of it, Penny! She commanded herself, forcing a scowl, desperately trying to stay focused. Girl, you're stronger than this! Wake up! Sure, you're naked in a crowded mall, but it's not the first time you've been in front of people like this! Suck it up and find a way out. Her self-motivational speech was starting to cool her off. Where are those giant map thingies with the "you are here" dot on them...I've gotta find one to see where the nearest parking lot is.

She weaved her way through the crowd, ignoring the flurry of questions she received as she approached the end of the hallway. It was hard not to react to the stray bits of other people's clothing brushing up against her sensitive sides; sometimes even her bare breasts. Her nether regions were starting to draw more eyes, as its color stood out literally like a sore thumb to her fur tone. Her rather short height did her no favors, either, as she had to swivel her head around curious onlookers just to get a look at the main plaza. Nevertheless, she continued because she had to.

"Want me to help?" an overly curious lizard said with a couple fingers out and a questionable look in his eye.

"Uh, no thanks!" Penny responded, and he laughed as he turned away. That response was a bit inevitable, though highly upsetting. At least it was no longer a problem.

After a short while of searching through every visible corner of the vicinity, excusing the nature of her being to each questioner, she had finally found the large, brightly lit panel that displayed the building's perimeters from across a pretzel stand. Her spirits lifted as she raced across the end of the hallway, brushing past any organic distractions, and skidded to a halt right in front of it.

Tracing her finger across the big panel, she found her location: "YOU ARE HERE." She'd have to go down an escalator, take a few turns, walk down a couple more hallways, and there would be the entrance. The walk was probably no more than five minutes.

"Great," Penny said aloud. "How hard can it be?"

She hadn't noticed how populated her surroundings were, but she sure did when she looked for the escalator. That was when she finally saw how absurdly crowded the place was. She had found her way into the center of a four-way intersection of hallways, two of which leading to major stores, and the other one reaching indefinitely outward in front of her. The nearby escalators were given ample breathing room, so she could make out an almost infinite number of people downstairs, as well.

Her body temperature skyrocketed. The daunting sight caught an unsuspecting yip from her muzzle, quickly wrapping her arms around her breasts and tender crotch. Her sound echoed quite well throughout the interior; her most unfortunate mistake. Before she knew it, an abundance of eyeballs from every corner of the impossibly wide area all locked onto her lewd, naked female body.

"YEAHHH!" shouted a college aged brown wolf from a cluster of people off to the right, smiling wildly and pumping his muscular arms in the air. His friends exploded with laughter as they saw the nude culprit. Some people joined in, and others chose to just stare, mouth agape and speechless.

Her teeth clenched like a hydraulic press, abashed like no one had ever felt before. This was it. There she was, the lone fennec, stuck in the center of a mall, surrounded by countless strangers witnessing her in all her crimson and tan, naked glory. And they were laughing. Penny couldn't help but laugh with them a bit, herself, lost in the overwhelming commotion and tremendous humiliation she was experiencing. Everybody, as far as the eye could see, was looking at her naked. All that clothed her was her own arms and hands. Her emotions went wild with frustration, guilt, and disgustingly high fascination. She could feel it in her pussy, too, as it started to moisten and seep between the cracks of her fingers.

As if on cue, the collar audibly shook as she was suddenly convinced into slowly letting her arms down, revealing her most crimson assets to the world. Her breathing quickened rapidly, but her smile only grew brighter. Her insides were on full ascension mode, conjuring a ball of confusing passion within her that could only result in the most intense arousal she had ever felt. Her nipples were erect as could be. Her vagina was a beet red performance for her unexpected audience. Drips started to run down her thighs as she looked around to notice more pairs of eyes, more A-O-K signs, more laughter more confusion...and she couldn't deny how good it all felt. She just couldn't help it.

This was supposed to be pure horror.

But somehow or another, it was nothing but bliss to her.

The vibration of her phone in her purse was her sole reminder of the incoming bus; five more minutes to go. No options remaining, she scurried over to the down escalator amidst the relentless attention. The feeling of black strips on the soles of her bare feet rather than flat tiles acted as a moment's respite. Her fleshy bits were hidden from either side by the railings.

She closed her eyes and felt safe for a moment but opened them when she realized she was not done. This only exposed her body to more of the shoppers, as she was now practically in plain sight of everybody below her. People were already starting to notice the unexpected sighting. She was slowly being lowered into a mosh pit of unsuspecting perverts.

At this point, she was fully convinced that this was the most embarrassing moment of her life. She'd have to give the state of the union tomorrow without a podium to top this. The thought of it made her sweat, face contorting as she was repeatedly shocked her with further arousal. Her loins were on fire. She wasn't even touching herself anymore, but the urge to do so was unbearable. In that moment, she felt like she had been pent up for an incomprehensible measure of time.

No! she logically fought with her urge to lower her hands, clamping them to the sides of the escalator, which was moving at a pace much too slow for her to trust her tenacity. She wanted to touch herself to relieve the tension, but she couldn't. Not here. Not in front of so many people. At least there were no children. She clenched her eyes closed again, tighter and tighter, desperately trying to tell herself that she was alone.

You have...a bus...to catch, she pleaded herself over the ring of her ears and the throbbing of her head. Even the thought of the bus made it harder to endure.

It was too much. It was just too much to handle. But just when it all began to seem like one big stalemate, she felt an odd tumult behind her. It was the sound of someone's footsteps on the mechanical stairs, thumping towards her direction. Big footsteps. Unnatural.

Then, as if the gods of magic themselves had heard her call, he spoke:

"Babe, are you okay?"

Penny gasped and squealed in excitement, instantly recognizing the voice. Somehow or another, her boyfriend had come to her rescue! She whirled around and hugged the towering figure, nuzzling her face into his abs. She tried not to think about how this exposed her pinkish tan ass to the people below.

"Artemis! Thank god you're here," she squealed excitedly, but wasted no time. "Um, so, my situation here is pretty obvious, and a lot of people are looking..." She didn't get any further than that.

He chuckled a bit. "There sure are! Busiest hour of the week. I didn't think you were this brave."

"No, that's not what this is!" She stared up at him with the most panicky look in her eyes. "I'm not supposed to be here!"

His sly grin collapsed. "What happened?"

"Well, I was working on my shift," her voice was frantic and rushed, "and then my mom called and told me that - uh, she said that she wouldn't be here beca-...'scuse me, because of traffic! Yeah, and we only have, like, one car in the house, she needed it more than I did, so she told me to go out the back entrance to catch a bus, and..." Her voice trailed off, but she shook her head and picked it back up quickly. "Look, it doesn't matter! I have a bus to catch in, like, five minutes, and I have to get there soon, and everybody's getting in my way, this is really hard..." She sounded slightly defeated.

"Hey, hey, easy there," Artemis cooed, kneeling over to help her as she took deep breaths. "You look beautiful, babe. Everybody can see that."

"Artemis!"

"Right, too soon. Look, it's okay. I'm here for you. I get that this is crazy overwhelming for you. This is a pretty tough situation for the both of-"

"FUCK, I'm so turned on right now," she loudly admitted, much to the surprise of her boyfriend. Her breath was quick as she continued to stand, burning from the waist down. She bit her lip looking down at her glowing red vulva, then looked out again to the masses of people. It looked like she was ten stories high. They had a clear view of all her parts, and she couldn't bring herself to cover it up. They did not seem confused at her sudden attention to the clearly much larger man, as consensual relationships like that were becoming more common. They were much more intrigued at her questionable nudity.

"I'll get you out of here, Penny," he whispered in her ear. "I'll cover you up, and I'll be your ticket out of h-"

"I want you to get me off," she blurted out.

There was silence between the two. His eyes were bugged out.

"What?" Artemis asked.

"I need you to get me off!" Penny pleaded, sure of her answer. "I...I love this! I can't believe this is happening to me! I need to cum so badly!"

"Are you sure, Penny? There's a lot of people here..." Artemis wasn't sure how people would react to what she was asking for.

"Yes, yes, yes, seriously! I want to cum! I need this! Please!" she urged with absurd stress as several drips of fluid cascaded down her inner thighs. Her voice was just far too desperate to ignore, but Artemis was still hesitant.

"Please!" she asserted.

"...Okay, babe. Just this once." Artemis took not another moment before he stuck two of his fingers inside of her vagina, right there on the escalator, in front of all who bared to witness it. She tried so hard to suppress her moaning, but it started the instant he was getting her off. His fingers pumped in and out of her tight slit, thoroughly stroking her G-spot as it gushed in the overwhelming flow of juices. He made sure to rub her clitoris and massage her delicate vulva along the way. Her mind was truly breaking.

Penny threw her head forward and leaned her butt into Artemis' hand, pushing her lower body with her arms on the sides of the escalator. Artemis took the response and added another finger, while he stroked her giant right ear with his other hand, just the way she liked it. That made her lose her mind. Her exhibitionism was at her prime, and she knew it. All attempts at public decency meant nothing anymore. She was truly naked in public, on display in front of every man, woman, and functional camera, moaning and hissing at the infiltration of her sensitive pussy. She closed her eyes and was lost in a fountain of undeniable sexual ecstasy as her whole body exploded with pleasure. And that's just how it was.

Within moments of her and Artemis's arrival at the end of the escalator, Penny screamed in feminine satisfaction as she tensed and came in front of everybody. She erupted down below with hot juices that sprayed across her thighs and his hand, moaning viciously as they splashed down to the floor like a waterfall, legs trembling and knock-kneed like she was walking a tightrope. The sighting was so bizarre and unavoidable, like the atmosphere of the building that caressed Penny's fur during her orgasm. It felt stronger than she could even fathom previously. The knowledge that every living soul within that building was watching her was transcendent. The spectators of her bliss. It was wine in the strangest of ways.

Her boyfriend had to catch her before she collapsed to her knees. The crowd around them had gone silent, staring at the scene like a deer in the headlights of a truck. Regaining their sentience to the rest of the world, Penny and Artemis were equally speechless as their noticeable concern spread across their semblances. Artemis inhaled, fighting to think of an explanation, but the event was obvious as it was indecent.

Back to reality.

But as if the fabric of it itself snapped, one by one, the crowd grew from the silence of a graveyard to the uproar of a truly satisfied audience. The two were completely stunned. They have expected the worst! How could it be? Despite their incessant display of vulgarity, the crowd of people before them were erupting with cheers. They were fully aware of its absurdity just from the looks on their faces, but they were thrilled to experience it anyway. The air was as impossible as it was beautiful.

At last, Penny was able to loosen up. Her muscles were relaxing at last, and she was free (as well as encouraged) to enjoy her afterglow. The smile she had been locked onto had become more serene. Though she was still unquestionably flustered, the totality of her insecurity was waning. It was all drained away with her orgasm.

"Hey babe," Artemis whispered into her ear seductively, "you look cute when you cum in public."

Penny felt feathers moving in her stomach through her teeth. She placed her hand over her mouth, laughing quietly to herself. "I'm so embarrassed," she responded flippantly while turning her head up to his face to kiss him.

The cheering eventually died off and everybody went about their day again (though, now a little flustered more than before). There were still a few stragglers who hadn't managed to turn their heads, and ironically, they were the also the ones whose pants looked a lot stranger than everyone else's. Penny didn't care if they were looking anymore. Well, maybe a little bit. It was complicated.

"I, uh..." Penny spoke softly to her boyfriend. "I still have a bus to catch."

"Ehh, it's already gone by now," Artemis laughed deeply. "I'll take you home instead."

With that, Artemis took her hand and walked with her through the rest of her naked journey through the mall, her legs now soaked with her juices. She was still red on her genitals and face, but she figured that the reason why was obvious enough. If anything, it only made her look more adorable to her boyfriend. Penny sighed, as that was just the type of attention she needed.

They walked down three or four more long hallways of busy marketing, inevitably ruffling Penny once more, before they got to the outer edges of the store that led to the parking lot. Nobody had disturbed them outside of a few offhanded comments. Not wanting his girlfriend to hurt her feet on the jagged concrete roads, Artemis picked her whole body up and carried her to the car. Penny was fully relaxed by then. No more answering weird questions. No more eyes staring at her breasts, or her vagina. She needed a break, and she got one.

When they arrived at Artemis's large, blue pickup truck, he placed Penny down into the passenger's seat and took the wheel. Her deep breaths were much easier to take now than before. Penny put her arms behind her head and crossed her legs, expecting to hear the rumble of the engine, but didn't. She turned to look at Artemis, who was stagnant in his bewildered, amazed expression at her.

Penny giggled under her breath, turning her head away. "Oh, stop. I've already got enough of that.'

"What?" Artemis laughed. "I was just gonna ask you how your shift went."

They both burst out into laughter at his response. They were like that for a solid three minutes before he put the keys into the ignition. He pulled out the GPS from the car's cupboard and started tapping in Penny's home address into the pad. She stared at the tablet, tilting her head, vaguely intrigued. Artemis took note of this before he entered the entire address.

"Is something wrong?" he tilted his with her.

"Ummmm..." Penny's legs shifted. Her thighs shifted uncomfortably. It didn't take long before Artemis naturally peeked at her vulva, which was getting pinker by the second. Penny was looking down at it, too. There was a short moment of zero communication. Then, a seductive grin crept up on her face. She had not yet looked at him.

"What's that cute little smile for?" he teased.

"I kinda...don't want you to take me home yet," she quietly remarked, running her hand down the side of her own hip.

"Why's that?"

She paused, then looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Because I haven't repaid you yet."

Artemis was shocked for only a moment's notice before his smile matched hers, though his was much more masculine. He turned to put the keys into the ignition and chuckled under his breath.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world."