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"If you stop now, I'll scream..."

What the hell did she just say, and what the hell was going on?!

Twenty minutes ago, on a crowded subway train heading out of the city after a long day of work, a well dressed, cocky stud of a Dalmation by the name of Derrick had stepped into a car and grabbed ahold of a handlebar, riding the train to save a dime and cop a few glares at the unsuspecting girlies that rode with him.

It wasn't the first time, and Hell, before this situation unfolded, it certainly wouldn't be the last, given he enjoyed the shocked expressions of the unwilling females he would grab ahold of suddenly.

'Lemme go you creep, stop it now you idiot' and the sort simply made his cock unsheath in his designer slacks that much faster.

But this time, as he rode on the El once again, and worked his slender, muscled frame between the crowd of passengers, Derrick laid eyes on his target.

One manicured, dainty paw on a handlebar, the other on her phone, was a voluptuous vixen, her bust was smaller than most other foxes that Derrick had seen, but her long, pretty legs jetting out from under a skirt and ending in toeless black heels, more than made up for it.

Squirming between the crowd, Derrick smirked widely as he arrived at the vixen's black skirt clad backside, and cracked his knuckles as he placed his hands inconspicuously at his sides.

"Sup babe, what's your name?" He asked, the Vixen simply looked at him, rolled her eyes, and let out a scoff.

"Rude eh? Women like you are my favorite, all hard to get." Derrick cooly spoke as he planted a hand on the Vixen's left hip, of course, without her permission.

She smirked widely, and for the first time since seeing her she softly, in a whisper spoke.

"Stop it, I am warning you."

Derrick felt his cock flooding with excitement already, his tenting, unsheathing erection pushing out as he bared his teeth and leaned his face intentionally down into the soft, perfume scented fur of the warm and unwilling Vixen, his tongue pressing into her back fur.

"I nhhgg...s- said stop..." She groaned, writhing just a bit.

"Sorry cutie, I get what I want." Derrick said, knowing what he was about to do next.

He bit his lip, and pushed his hand down to the frills of the Vixen's skirt, subtly as to not alert the several furs around him on the train, but firmly enough to get his spotty fingers under it.

His favorite sound was right on the horizon, the innocent, silent yelp of a troubled girl, too terrified or embarrassed to scream in a crowded train, feeling her sex filled with his random, uninvited fingers, all he had to do was push.

Just.

One.

More.

Inch...

What, was, that...

The Vixen did let out a soft moan, her head leaned back, her legs parted slightly, and her soft orange tail flicked outward in surprise.

The only person more surprised was Derrick, who's eyes beamed, his jaw dropped, and his erection quickly began to deflate.

The masculine, cocky, handsy dalmatian was a lot of things, but gay was not one of them, and until that very moment, the only penis he had ever felt in his wandering hands was his own.

Instinctively, when he felt the slowly hardening fox cock in his hand under the Vixen's skirt, he went to pull it back, but the revealed fox threw his own manicured hand down, and firmly gripped Derrick's wrist, turning his head back just enough to smile at him.

"If you stop now, I'll scream..."

Derrick was motionless, the train still filled with furs around them, oblivious as they usually were, and his now clammy, nervous hand was firmly held around the hardening cock of the revealed to be male Fox.

"I ain't gay, let go..." He silently growled, the Feminine Fox smirked and began intentionally inhaling in a motion about to bellow a scream.

"F- Fuck, shh, f- fine..." Derrick said, whining as he moved his hand around the Fox's cock.

He let out a pleasured, soft and silent groan, his cock hardening more in Derrick's hand, his tail swishing.

The dalmatian stroked his hand slowly along every hardening inch of the role reversing Fox, gulping as his amateur handjob was still coaxing precum from the tip of the Fox's cock anyway.

"That's a good creep, get Momma nice and hard...~" the Fox spoke, sliding Derrick's other hand up the back of his skirt.

Petrified, moving only his hands and otherwise totally motionless, whimpering in fear as his masculinity and heterosexuality was being rendered null and void, Derrick caressed the plump, clean panty clad ass of the Fox in one hand and stroked over his impressively long, pre leaking cock, droplets of precum spattering onto the train's floor and over the Fox's open toed shoes.

"Faster..." the Fox whispered, his voice more high pitched, his white teeth baring over his red lips.

Terrified of the consequences of his actions finally catching up to him, the nervous and sweating dalmatian worked his hand faster, gripping the girly Fox's knot in his fingers, knowing that is how he himself liked his cock stroked.

While one hand rubbed over the skirt and panty obstructed plump ass of the feminine Fox, Derrick's other hand was firmly stroking along the vulpine's cock, the train's passengers looking at their phones and papers, or sleeping, blissfully ignorant.

What was worse to the masculine, straight dog, was that his own cock was rehardening, the excited, soft moans of the Fox in his hand, the warmth of the vulpine's pre soaking his fingers and palm with even more pre than he could manage himself, and the warm, fluffy tail rubbing up between his legs as he pleasured him, all combined to make a very hard, very questioning erection in his pants.

"Good doggy, keep going, uggh, keep stroking me baby...don't stop!" the Fox yelped, pushing his entire body intentionally back against Derrick's lower half.

Derrick's cock was aching in his pants as it pressed firmly against the soft, skirted Fox ass, his own pre staining the front of his slacks while he obliged and stroked his hand faster.

"Uggh, don't stop...ugh...g- gonna..." Started the Fox, Derrick sighed in relief knowing once he was done being forced to pleasure this male fox, he would be free to go about his day.

That possibility shattered, as the girly Fox threw his head back, his long dyed hair and open mouth planted on Derrick's unsuspecting shoulder, as he loudly, and aggressively screamed out.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Faces of several random furs looked up, some disgusted, some cheering, others indifferent, yet everyone got a full frontal view of the Fox lifting his skirt intentionally, Derrick's hand clearly, and firmly wrapped around his girly knot.

Adding to the view was the warm white ropes of cum which spurted onto the floor, rope after rope of the now public cumshot spraying from the Fox's pleasured cock, making a warm, white puddle under his toeless heels, even coating the Fox's dainty toes in squirts of his seed.

Pale faced and embarrassed beyond belief, Derrick stayed motionless, his massive and confused erection tenting out of his slacks for all to see, as the Fox panted and confidently lowered his skirt over his still leaking and freshly milked cock.

"T- Thanks for the handy, gay boy~!" the Fox coyly said, not seeming to care at all what others said, as the train came to a stop, which he casually exited the car and walked away, cummy footsteps being left behind as he left.

Derrick thought to himself as the shameful reality of the situation sank in, and everyone's eyes went from the Fox, to him...

...Maybe he will keep his hands to himself from now on.