On the Tracks
#1 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Time for my first batch of Patreon Reward Vignettes! This is for FA: BasilSanguine who is also the person who commissions me to write the In The Mix series, and as such decided that his Vignettes via Patreon would be little character studies of the cast!
First up: A flashback to Jun early in his life as a pred (Early 20s), gaining experience that he clearly learned from judging from his current reliance on compression clothes.
Contains: Implied Cock Vore, hyper endowment, Semi-public space (an empty subway carriage), clothes bursting, vore tattoos, masturbation and finger sounding, excessive cum in a forceful orgasm.
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Jun shuddered as his jeans creaked. "Guh... too many guys." The raccoon's denim-wrapped bulge jutted from his hips significantly as he staggered into the empty subway car. Well past midnight, he was heading home after a party. He slumped into a clear seat and rested the top of his head against the glass, closing his eyes.
His mind drifted to the rampage the party had turned to, and grunted, the denim creaking again. He spread his thighs and rubbed his palm-heels into his eye sockets, trying to think unsexy thoughts.
The subway train lurched as it set off from the station, and he was still alone. The motion of the car through the underground tunnel started to settle into a constant, rumbling vibration. Normally this would be soothing, however, tonight...
The raccoon shuddered and looked down. Starting to snake down one thigh the bulge of his fattened, overfed cock was clear to be seen distending the taut fabric at his inside leg. Jun panted heavily, resisting the urge to start rubbing at the lump, or worse, grind his thighs together.
The steady reverberation of the seat beneath his hips continued to send his sensitive flesh quivering against the smooth insides of his skinny jeans.
"N-no no no no no... not now..." Jun muttered to his groin as the creaks became clearly heard over the sound of the train rattling down the tracks. Abruptly, as the carriage hit a particularly rough patch of rail, the denim gave up the ghost with a sharp tearing sound. Strands of fabric connecting both sides of the tear encroached on the soft, heavy maleness beneath, but with every beat of the procyon's heart those were snapping.
One more snap and his black cock lurched fully free of his thigh and merrily began its swelling growth, angled out from the seat towards the center of the subway car. The strands were still squeezing his balls into a bundle, growing more uncomfortable as his grey fur jutted out between. Jun winced and slapped his palms down on his inner thighs sharply, spreading them further. All the lingering threads snapped at once and his softball sized testes were allowed to flop free and dangle in front of the seat.
Now that the heavy scrotum was fully exposed, it was easy to see dark lines crisscrossing the surface. From experience, Jun knew those were each one of the guys he'd consumed earlier in the night, but he'd never seen it so cluttered before on his balls.
"Fuck it..." The raccoon muttered, grasping his throbbing erection in one hand and jerking powerfully. His other hand grasped his glans and stuffed his middle finger into the gaping meatus. He could feel the muscles inside tugging on the digit and grunted. "How the fuck are you still hungry?"
His cock didn't answer, except to spurt pre in pressurized arcs on either side of the intrusion.
Jun panted heavily, closing his eyes, muttering. "J-just get off before the next stop..."
As if responding, the speakers in the carriage crackled to life. "Next station stop, 12th Street. Arriving." The train's breaks squealed as everything again lurched.
With a strangled gasp of intense sensation, the raccoon's cock blasted his finger free as a heavy rope shot clear across the car to splatter the far window. Jun panted heavily as his cock painted a foot wide band of the train carriage from between his legs to his face height on the window across from him with his heavy, meal-powered spunk.
He was still releasing when the doors of the train opened. The raccoon was too overtaken with his own pleasure to notice if anyone attempted to come aboard while the fountain of masculinity was erupting. By the time he properly regained his senses the train was moving again.
Jun panted heavily, looking around to find himself still in an empty car, his spent cock happily pulsing as it leaked thick post-cum. "Goddamn it... Am I gonna have to bring condoms with me everywhere from now on?"
The bobbing of his cock as the train rumbled and rocked appeared to him to be a mocking nod.