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"You'll need to get a litterbox, too," she had been told. "I have one, of course, but it's - indisposed at the moment. Sorry about that. I'll reimburse you. You can leave it here or take it with you once I'm back. Sound good?"

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What was she going to do with a litterbox? It had been two months since Radia had finished that little favor, cat-sitting for a good friend of hers over a week while that friend had to leave town for something. IT had been a pleasant little venture, sphinx and cat spending time around the apartment just hanging out, each minding their own business - and taking care of their own business, same for the few times that Radia had to go in and scoop out the litterbox. That had been the worse part.

But now that little Sunshine, golden-orange tabby, was back with her owner, Radia had this clean yet still not quite empty litterbox shoved into the back corner of the bathroom, next to the foot of the counter. It just hadn't entered her mind since that week ended, though the other day the edge of her footpaw brushed against and knocked it out of place, and while sitting on the toilet there her eyes had remained on it. Nothing else came to mind other than the usual "oh, I miss cute little Sunshine, I should go and visit sometime," before she wrapped up and went on her way back into the living room.

Today, though, when she padded into the bathroom bleary-eyed, clad only in a classic oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath, the sphinx paused between the toilet and the litterbox. A thought, an idea, quickly brushed away but then forcing its way back into place. One leg still half-raised in movement, she lowered it back down, played her fingers in along the hem of her shirt, and glanced back behind herself, then felt silly for doing so.

I'm home alone, she told herself. I always am. Nobody's gonna be here to watch. That's why I leave the door open. That's why I... can... but should I? I mean, maybe it's...

While she stood there waffling over it the urge nonetheless grew, to the point where she realized she was bouncing from one foot to the other where she stood. After another moment the sphinx tossed away all guilt and nervousness and stepped forward, though instead of tossing her shirt up and sitting back on the toilet, this time she bumped and pushed the litterbox into place with her footpaws, and looked down over it one last time.

Should I really...? she couldn't help thinking. Either way, though, just the idea of squatting down and releasing into the coarse, scented sand, the thought of swinging her shirt up and back to pull it out of the splash zone... there was just something about the idea that set a little tingle between her thighs, more than just the pressure brought from an overfull bladder.

When she first squatted down over it she nearly lost her balance, though managed to catch herself first on the toilet and second on the edge of the countertop. The sphinx sighed softly, again looked out the open door, blushed over doing that yet again, then finally looked back down between her legs and over the smooth curve of her belly squashed up against her. With one paw she reached and flipped the loose hem of her shirt up, then reached down, ran a pair of fingers between herself like she always did, spread a bit... and it took a bit of concentration and focus, given the circumstances, but once it started it felt the same it always did.

The sphinx tilted her head back and let out another sigh, this one echoing with relief. Beneath that relief also tingled a faint arousal, the combined taboo of doing this in a cat's litterbox and the knowledge of how odd it would look were someone to actually see her, but... Radia _enjoyed_it. She had to adjust a bit so as not to spray out over the edge, pressing her paw in against her groin and angling down.

The sharp, stream sprayed a bit with each little movement but mostly stayed distinct, straight and down beneath the pressure of her need. It shot down into the coarse grains of the litterbox and sprayed that back against her legs as well, though the longer she persisted the more it pooled up, growing and spreading in a dark puddle there on top, slowly sinking in, thick with froth and bubbles kicked up from the disturbed sand - and the so-familiar scent of fresh piss mixed with the odd, artificially-floral touch of the litter as well, covering the sphinx's scent almost as soon as it reached her nose.

When Radia lifted up and peeked between her legs there it was, the darkened, dying puddle of her mark there in the sand beneath her. The tingling arousal remained, and actually strengthened a bit as she looked back over what she had done. Of course she would have to clean this up later - she did_have people come over every now and then, and they would doubtless wonder what kind of cat could do _that - but in the meantime, there would be no harm in enjoying the taboo.

Daet Wolfaur

Ryan couldn't help but grin. Here was this big, strong dragon, standing a good two and a half heads over the much smaller mouse - even more so, with Ryan leaning forward like this - built like he was on the football and wrestling teams both, yet completely incapable of forming a coherent response to his initial proposition. Two years of classes together, countless looks and whispers in the hallways and at the end of their shared periods, Ryan passing his phone number over to Marc when they were assigned together for a project, constantly waiting for the invitation to come over to his house and "study" yet never getting it.

He was shy. That much Ryan had known from the start. Not only this, though - the mouse took a half-step forward, forcing Marc to straighten up and lean back, even though this put Ryan's forehead barely level with the center of his sternum - but he was a virgin, too. He had had his suspicions through the few and short conversations the two had shared over the years, but now that he had gotten him on his own here, up against a wall with one paw positioned just right along the dragon's waist... he didn't want to say it was obvious, but really, it was.

"Come on," Ryan went on, voice low beneath the music bouncing in from the other room. Marc's bright blue eyes kept on flashing over his shoulder to the door. "Nobody's gonna come back here. I know you've had your eye on me, stud."

That put a bit of a blush into the dragon's already-red scales. He glanced down at the mouse again. "Um, I..."

"I know. I understand. Making that step is the hardest part, especially if you haven't done it before." In that paw went, trailing along the waistband of the dragon's shorts towards the center - and he could feel the tension in Marc's body grow and tighten, along with something else right there a few inches beneath his palm. "Especially if you haven't with another boy."

"Ryan..."

He stopped there, though, fingers curled just partially beneath the elastic waistband, able to feel the heat of the dragon's body and his slight, unsure arousal, wanting to dig deeper yet holding himself off.

The mouse looked up again, now keeping himself braced against the dragon's body with one paw there and the other along his waist, close to the base of his broad tail. "You haven't told me you want it, yet," he said. He knew he did, but he wanted to hear it.

"I - don't..."

"You don't?" He straightened back up, though kept his paws in place. "Well, in that case I'll just-"

To his surprise, then, one of those large dragon hands came down on his shoulder, gripping firmly yet carefully. When he looked again, a slight panic had ignited in Marc's gaze. "No! No, I... I mean, I do, but I'm just..."

"You do?"

"I... I do."

"Right here, in the dorm hallway, with a party going on just over there?"

Again Marc looked down the hall. "Um. Well..."

"That sounds like a 'no'..." Ryan let his paw drop, taking the front of Marc's shorts with it. The dragon's blush brightened and he moved as if to cover himself, though Ryan intervened and shifted his posture to block the view from the doorway. "But it looks like someone doesn't want to miss his chance, and... I..."

For once Ryan found himself caught off-guard. Marc raised a hand to cover his blushing snout, eyes averted - while the mouse couldn't bring his gaze away from what he revealed in that slight tug, cream-white scales of his chest and belly coming down and parting to show the thick, heavy half-mast that the private attention had brought out in him.

Football player indeed. The mouse had to tug Marc's pants down a little further to bring it fully out into the air, and when he did it gave a little springy bounce from a throb. The dragon avoided his eyes when he tried to look at him.

"Good_ness..."_ Ryan breathed, running his fingers down over the top. It gave another little twitch.

"What? I'm sorry if it's - too big, I haven't..."

"You know how to use this thing?"

"Um, I mean..." Marc pulled in a little breath as soon as Ryan wrapped his paw around it. It had a heft to it. "I've done it with - with my own hands, I guess, but..."

"But not someone else's?" Here mouse looked up at dragon again, both paws centered and focusing along Marc's considerable size. "What about a mouth?" There was that blush again, along with another throb in his fingers. This fuckin' thing - I've nearly gotta hold it in one paw so I can rub it with my other... Marc looked as though his brain was about to short circuit from trying to figure out a response, so Ryan just chuckled and shrugged again. "We can start slow, though."

Marc nodded and swallowed. Ryan could tell that his confidence was wavering back and forth, in the firmness of his cock in the mouse's paws and the steady, almost deliberate throbs, trying to keep himself hard so as not to disappoint. "Slow sounds... good, um..."

The mouse closed the distance between them then, coming forward to completely block Marc's front from the door with his own body, to look like the two were just sharing an intimate embrace - which, in a way, they were. After a moment the dragon's arm came down around his shoulders, fingers wanting, desiring to trail lower towards the base of his thin tail, but unable to do so - so Ryan reached down and back himself, the humid heat of Marc's growing length against his belly and chest, and guided that hand down to his rump.

"Take it easy," he breathed, the dragon's sharp musk gradually filling his nose. It was rich, strong, a little bit pungent... intoxicating._He didn't want to show much he wanted more of it. "We'll go at whatever pace is comfortable, 'cause - _God, I've been wanting this for... a while..."

That helped, he knew. The twitch, the throb, the slight relaxation in Marc's posture against the wall... and, finally, the careful grip of that large hand over the mouse's pert rump. Ryan grinned again, shoulder and arm working slowly as he rubbed the dragon's length between the two of them, coaxing it up and forward.

This wouldn't be his first time training a top, and this time he knew all the ways to make Marc enjoy it as much as he himself would.

Peegus

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He wasn't sure how it happened. First he was down in the front, bouncing around with the music and the rhythm of the crowd; then her scent hit his nose first, warm and punchy yet not at all unpleasant, and the otter turned to see her there beside him, her shoulder pushed up against his, her waist bumping against him, her little brushy tail tickling at the base of his thicker rudder. Then she opened her eyes, looked at him, and said something, and with that yellow and gold Lukas found himself caught first in her gaze and then in her grip, fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist and dragging him towards the back of the venue.

Pumping drums and driving guitar marked their passage, otter trailing behind spotted hyena with a hundred question on his tongue and none of them making it over the music - though her wide, rounded ears flicked back towards him as he spoke, she offered no response showing she had actually heard. The tans and browns of her fur, like settled wood lightly scorched in a passing blaze, caught and held the lights of the concert venue to glisten in bright blues and greens with the changing patterns overhead, and the sleek black leather she wore did the same as well.

A tight yet short jacket, long-sleeved yet cutting off just barely beneath her bust; a thin white t-shirt underneath, haphazardly torn off above the belly; and then blue-black jeans, scuffed and weathered, tight enough to hug the shape of her body yet elastic enough to enhance and bring out those curves and angles, the hems of the legs turned up about halfway down beneath her knees, little slits cut in the back of each to allow for easier movement.

And, Lukas noticed the further they got from the stage, _chains._A little decorative one around each wrist jingling with her footsteps, the smooth metal cool each time it bounced against his fingers; one hanging from belt to pocket, likely with her wallet at the end of it; another two or three near her knees, one across her throat keeping her jacket in place, one hanging down along her generous chest and over the smooth, flat belly. Trailing behind like this he could watch the way that each step tightened the muscles in her bared lower back, tail swaying side to side above the waistband of her jeans.

Just beneath that, of course, was the characteristic wrinkled pleats of boxers. Lukas swallowed and looked back up just as the hyena dragged him off and around the corner, where the lights reduced to a more reasonable fluorescent glow.

"What do you want with me?" he asked. His wrist was starting to get sore.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, other paw forward to open the door to the bathroom. "Told you already. Didn't you hear?"

"I mean, no?" The otter frowned as they stepped in. "Isn't this the women's bathroom?"

"You know what year it is, right? It's everybody's bathroom. Come on."

Before he could complain or even start to think of something else to say, the spotted hyena swung her arm around and forward and, with surprising strength, flung the otter forward into the furthest stall. Some part of him already knew where this was going, while another part didn't want to believe it - but sure enough in she strode a second later, sharp-clawed paws swiftly working at the large, spiked belt threaded through her jeans, then the button and zipper below.

Those yellow and gold eyes rested on him again, looking him up and down. "What are you waiting for?" she said, and nearly without shifting her posture, half-lifted a leg, braced her footpaw in the middle of his chest, and pushed him down to the toilet seat. "Down. Lean forward."

"What?" Lukas couldn't take his eyes off the movement of her paws and fingers. Blue-black denim tugged down, just halfway along her thighs: the creamy tan of her bellyfur came in and arced out beneath the fabric of her underwear, with the border of the richer wood-and-ash of her spots closing in on the exterior. "For - what? Can I at least..."

"No." Again her footpaw came up, this time to help the hyena in pivoting around so her backside faced him. She leaned forward and down, brushy tail hiking up above the slightly-stretched waist of her boxers settled underneath; Lukas's eyes widened and he settled back against the tank of the toilet, forced to that point from the footpaw first and half-bared rump second. Golden eyes flashed back at him, the hyena slid her thumbs in underneath that waistband... "You may not." ...and then in one smooth move tugged those down as well, fingers spreading and coming in as soon as she had brought them to her pants halfway down those sleek, round legs.

Lukas swallowed again, eyes immediately drawn in toward the center point of that creamy pelt, where fur gave way to warm pinkish-brown puckered skin and the smooth, slick lips just below. Her fur glistened with the slight gathered sweat of the energetic evening - even over here, through two closed doors and down the hall, the music of the punk show still rumbled loud and clear - and flesh showed the same humid moisture, scent sharper and stronger here, even more intoxicating. Yet again the hyena acted before he could respond, this time thumping the otter's head against the wall behind him with a forceful push backwards from her rump.

She was grinning while she did it, one paw keeping herself spread while the other rested on her knee for balance, pushing and grinding steadily back. He closed his eyes against the tickling of her tail fur, resting out across his nose and shoulder where his lips rested in that sensitive, tender spot right between tailhole and sex. The hyena grinded back and forth, up and down, transferring that warm slickness into his thick fur and keeping him bound tight - and then just as quickly as she had revealed herself and pressed back did she come forward and straighten up again, a thin strand of hanging sweat, or arousal, or drool, or something, hanging between his lips and hers for a moment, before it was broken when she tugged her pants back up.

Lukas, dazed, sat where he was for a moment. "What w-?"

She grinned, back still facing him. "Scent marking, dumbass. Ever heard of it? Now everyone in the venue will be able to tell that you belong to me." The elastic of her boxers snapped against her waist. "Spotted hyena's got a hell of a scent. I wanna enjoy the show, but I wanna enjoy you, too - it's so I'll be able to find you afterwards. Got it?"

She was right. All he could smell, all he could taste, now, was her, weighing down every breath, tainting each swallow. The otter squirmed where he sat, pants a bit tighter than they were a moment.

"By the way," the hyena said, while she reached a paw out towards the stall door. The piercings in her ear, a few rings, several studs, a wide industrial, jingled as she turned her head. "I'm Nekesa."

There was no spoken question there, yet the otter still felt it. He swallowed again - and tasted her again. "Lukas."

There was that grin again, bright and hungry. "I'll catch ya later, Lukas."

"Y... yeah." The door swung open, and then she was gone. "Later."