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Snowy shivered as the bus went over yet another bump in the street, the sensation reverberating up through her body and then right down again; her footpaws lifted away from the slatted rubber floor for a moment before settling back down, toes spread and ankles taut. The wolfess looked out the window at all of the buildings as they passed by yet saw none of them, mind some fifteen miles away back at her place, and a good week and a half ago. She had been unable to get those images, those sensations, those _memories_out of her head since then.

Not that she had been trying to. The wolfess squirmed where she sat, tried to fold one leg over the other, then grimaced a bit and had to spread them apart again - with a slick, sticky schlk as of wet flesh pulling free from smooth leather issuing up from underneath her skirt. This was, of course, exactly what had happened: the sensation of that stick, tug, and pull against her full, plump canine spade, charcoal-black flesh slick and glistening with an insistent heat that just wouldn't go down.

Another bump; another bounce; another hiss of breath sucked in between her teeth, another tightening of her shoulders up towards her neck, another slow, shuddering exhale, with that sticky pleasure dribbling further out of her and down along the front of her chosen seat, into the puddle running its way between the textured slats of the floor. It dripped slow and thick like a clear treacle, tangy and savory instead of deep and sweet; Snowy had brushed a paw against herself beneath her skirt when climbing up onto the bus earlier, and even though she now kept that paw against the armrest to her side, still her nose curled at the thick musk wafting up from the matted section of fur.

Or, maybe, that was just from her. Again she squirmed and shifted, trying to bring her legs closer together yet unable to for the fat wad of black flesh sticking out from the smooth white fur that had given her her name... though so many days spent constantly panting and huffing, heart pounding in her chest and between her legs, sweating and dripping and _oozing,_had turned the fur down between her thighs a bit of an off-yellow tint.

She was swollen, too. That was at times the worst, and at other times the best part: the wolfess had grown used to puffing up like this during her heats, and had been able to properly prepare in the past with convenient days sick at home away from class, or with scheduled off days at work. For those times it was more that wearing any kind of underwear, no matter how supple or loose, provided far too much stimulation to the point of irritation, so instead she just went around the house in a long shirt or a tied robe.

This had been the case for that first weekend, when Raul had shown up and served to 'take care' of a bit of her need. She shivered again remembering it, and idly slid her other paw down between her legs with her fingers hanging down over the hem of her skirt... where, with just barely a twitch, she could brush her pads against the so-sensitive surface of the upper portion of her protruding sex and send another shiver arcing up her lower back. After that damn coyote's visit, when he had left her shaking at the legs and soaking in many more ways than one, she had expected her heat to dwindle, retreat, and disappear as it always had, and to leave her with a vague soreness and a looming embarrassment over everything she had done while blinded by the need.

It hadn't. It continued, and if anything, it worsened, to the point where her already plump spade swelled and grew up to the point where she just plain could not fit it into any kind of underwear. Her panties, already specially designed to accommodate her lupine anatomy, pulled and tugged and rode up; her brother's boxers parted in the front, the little easy-access hole tugging open to make way for her hanging sex; and anything else she rush-ordered either squeezed far too tightly around her, or just forced too much sensation through her body that she could not move without soaking them through.

So, for these past few days, Snowy had just gone without. Today she had made a bit of an error in her choice of skirt, in that it almost wasn't long enough: if she took too long of a stride or, God forbid, had to climb up any stairs, it swung back and forth with this wad of hot, wet flesh jiggling between her legs, deep black on full display against smooth white. She couldn't close her legs when sitting down, since doing so squished her flesh together in a way that made her bite her lip and shudder - and even where she sat now she had to do so intentionally, deliberately clenched, every muscle in her abdomen tight, pleasure constantly close to its peak yet never quite making it there.

And another bump combined with her paw already there between her legs made the wolfess let out a sharp yip of startled pleasure. As she had done so many times before on this bus ride, she clenched her legs as close together as she could and looked out across the aisle, wondering if anyone had noticed. It seemed they hadn't - at least, nobody poked their head around to look - so, still looking over there, she let her legs part back open to more comfortable position, spread her fingers out and in, plunged them slowly into the thick, squeezing wet walls of flesh, until she had buried herself to the knuckle in hot, slick moisture, pulling and sucking and squelching all around her, and certainly just continuing to add to this puddle along the seat between her thighs and down at the floor.

Her own scent at once made her throat tighten and nose curl just as it drove her wild with arousal and desire, as it always had since Raul's visit - still some of that scent remained afterwards, to the point where she thought her arousal might just smell like him now - and still wrestling with this incessant, pulsing heat-driven arousal, at one point earlier in the week had pressed one of her toys up inside herself, worked up to another accidental orgasm as she popped the knot in, and then spent the rest of that day with the entire thing locked inside of her, her interior muscles constantly clenched and squeezing to keep it inside, internal sticky slickness always dripping out, soaking her legs, leaving a print wherever she went.

Every day since she had done it again, with that mass working her to a sticky, slimy mess by the time she made it home, thick globs of warmth dripping down her inner thighs and streaking the sidewalk wherever she went. Every time she shifted her posture or moved her legs she could feel that mass inside of her, squeezing and squishing in place, providing a good, firm resistance for every one of her reflexive and unintentional clenches. It kept her spade partially parted from inside, as well: sitting like this, she could have kept her fore and ring finger against her exterior lips while her middle finger played and grazed over the smooth surface of the base of the toy, constantly trying to slip and push back out of her, always squeezed back in either by her abdominal muscles or by this finger itself.

The bus started to slow to a stop, and realizing she had drifted off into daydream again with her legs spread far apart and her skirt tossed halfway up her thighs, Snowy blushed and squeezed herself together, yet again causing her flesh to stick to itself, her thighs, and her skirt all the same. Her paw heavily carried her characteristic scent of sweat and spicy musk all above the hotter, more urgent touch of her heat, sharp and pungent and irresistible. Enough to make her nose curl, but still she couldn't resist digging down into the matted fur of that paw and drawing deep of the scent, and then swirling her tongue around those three fingers that had just played beneath her skirt.

This was her stop. The wolfess waited for the bus to come to a complete stop before she carefully stood up, having to keep her legs together at the knees to do so. Even so, she still gripped at the back of the seat in front of her as the sensation of that pleasure again rocketed through her, resulting in another thick, messy glob of liquid arousal dripping down her not-so-white fur. She swallowed, shivered, murmured an apology to someone passing by in the aisle - they frowned and glanced back at her, nose twitching - and then made her way out, one paw guiding her forward while the other kept her skirt tugged down in front.

The downside of that, though, was that it lifted it in back along her tail, and it was just as easy from the back to see her plump black sex hanging down between her thighs as it was from the front. She swallowed yet again, murmured her thanks to the driver, and then took her time as she took the steps down to the pavement outside the door. The cool air of early afternoon tickled through her fur, every part of her heightened to a near unbearable sensitivity from her lasting heat; she straightened up, moved her paws away from between her legs, turned to look back at the bus - and caught at the last moment someone behind her slipping down one of the steps and looking back at the trail of thick, sticky drops she had left.

"What the fuck was..." The unfortunate individual, a slim dingo with warm sand-tan fur, tightly gripped the handrail as he looked back at the glistening streaks. He reached down with one paw, ran a fingerpad through the dripping slime like condensation gathered on a window, then lifted it to his nose, took a sniff, and recoiled back.

Blush suddenly warming her cheeks again, Snowy bustled along the sidewalk towards her goal, though along the way had to bite into her lip and hunch halfway over first to catch her breath, and second to let the bubbling, simmering progress towards another accidental orgasm die back down. She could feel that dripping slickness where it had oozed halfway down her thighs, past the reach of her skirt - and looked back again to see the telltale trail out across the sidewalk behind her, hopefully too small and sporadic for anyone to see who wasn't outright looking for it, but definitely still there. It wasn't so bad when she could take her time and deliberately place her footsteps to avoid that incessant rubbing and grinding against herself, but when she was in a rush there wasn't much she could do.

Still clutching her skirt down in front Snowy continued down the sidewalk, turning every now and then to push past the occasional pedestrian passing by in the other direction. She didn't need to look to know that each and every one of them sniffed at the air and looked back at her when she did so, confusion on their muzzles - and if they looked down a little bit, if they saw her skirt raised in back and the fat black flesh dripping and jiggling where she just could not keep it bound between her legs.

Then, coming up on the right as she reached her target, stairs again. The wolfess swallowed and sighed, looked up and down again, then reached out to grip the handrail along the side... and started up, taking them one step at a time with every muscle in her body and particularly in her abdomen tightly clenched. Still her protruding spade slid and rubbed back and forth across itself and between the supple fur of her inner thighs, her pelt already thoroughly soaked and slicked from her dripping musk and sweat. It slid and sloshed back and forth as she stepped up, even when she spread her legs to try to keep it hanging down.

Just as she had feared, right as she made her way up towards the top steps someone else came down and looked straight down between her legs at the plump, jiggling black flesh there. Snowy blushed hotly, pushed her skirt down, and then bustled the rest of the way up, keeping her breath in her throat and her eyes scrunched together as she did so. When she finally got up to the top, heart thumping in her chest, she deliberately did not look back at them to see if they were still there - with her at the top and them a few steps down, they would be able to see up her skirt even more easily - and took the moment to catch her breath and, yet again, let the bubbling inadvertent pleasure dribble back away.

Finally, though, she found the capability and energy to uncurl from around herself, straighten back up, and continue on her way, shouldering in through the glass double doors and into the building - though at one point she had to reach down again and toss her skirt, as the fabric of the front had stuck to and soaked along the hump of her sex. This was something she had been planning all day... or, really, all week, with just embarrassment and reluctance holding her back. Just like her original discovery of this extended heat, though, nervousness and worry eventually crumbled beneath the weight of arousal and excitement.

The brighter, familiar scent of the interior hit her as soon as she stepped in, and put on her best face to wave to the receptionist sitting up front. On Snowy went through the hall towards the main portion of the building, where the ceiling fell back and away and the walls widened, where the tilted floor spread out and flattened down and took on the distinct rough waxy touch expected of an indoor pool like this.

Though she had wanted to do this, and had specifically wanted to do it on this extended heat, Snowy had still picked this specific time to visit the pool, in the middle of the day on a weekday. It wasn't that she wanted to make a public nuisance of herself; it was just that she couldn't help it, and she was going to suck and slop a paw against her swollen spade whether there were people around or not.

At least the smell of chlorine helped to cover some of the sting of her own musk, so bright and constant around her. At first she had been terribly self-conscious about it, but as the week had progressed the wolfess had started to notice it less and less, after constant exposure to it - the point where now she just couldn't be sure of how much she stank. It clung to her paws and fingers all the time, sure, so that every time she reached up to scratch at her ear or even moved to tug a door open, it wafted up and punched her in the back of the nose and throat, but still.

She sighed when she coursed around the first pool area towards the locker rooms and saw, to her relief, that it was empty. Immediately, though, part of her thought and fantasized about sitting back on one of these benches and working herself through another orgasm or two, switching her paws back and forth between her sex and her mouth so she could lick and suck and taste at herself, so tainted by so long spent in this heat... but,_she figured, _no, not yet. So instead the wolfess, pure white save for the flash of sleek charcoal-black along her nose, pawpads, and then of course these several inches hanging out from between her thighs, resting limp, wet, plump along the bench, straightened back up instead.

She spread her legs then, and watched as the thick strands of gathered liquid arousal hung between the exterior of her sex and her inner thighs. With one paw she reached down and lifted her skirt up and out of the way, and with the other she brought her fingers and thumb to a point, swirled in along the outer lips of that black flesh, swirled around, slid in until those thick ropes wrapped around her fingers, then pressed in... straightened up and arched her back at the sensation, felt all of her muscles instinctively and reflexively clench and squeeze, and then just as quickly pulled that paw back out at a small noise from up and over her shoulder, this first one suddenly hidden beneath the much louder, wetter slopping sound of her fingers coming free.

Yet again it sucked and pulled back when she dug her fingers out, that wet noise pulling at her fingerpads once more when she tried to squeeze her legs shut, and she had to take another moment to catch her breath and calm down before reaching forward to start at the dial for her locker. Then she had to switch paws, as the fingers of this one kept on slipping and sliding over the textured dial, thick strands of discolored wetness streaking her pads and staining her fur. Every movement sent that familiar, twisted scent back over her muzzle, making her nose wrinkle and whiskers flick. Finally, though, she managed to get it open and moved to change into her swimsuit, starting first with her top and then moving to tug her skirt down her body... which, of course, pulled and tugged at her spade where the upper portion stuck a good ways out from the smooth, sleek surface of her belly. She shifted and adjusted and dug at the material around her thighs and loins, once more trying to pull it free from her fat spade, completely unable to make enough room for herself.

Snowy looked down. Already the wet black flesh had adhered to her swimsuit, tinting the blue fabric a deep charcoal in front with a flash of warmer pink at the way it squished and mashed her lips together, the edges of that sensitive flesh poking out from the sides. Luckily her suit had a cute little swim-skirt to go along with it, though, so she flipped that down, reached down against to grind a paw against as well as into herself to find a slightly more comfortable arrangement, and then decided it was a lost cause and moved to head back out to the pool. She ignored the gathered puddle of stringy slickness along the edge of the bench, and tried not to think about the steady ooze pushing its way through the front of her swimsuit.

Being an indoor pool, the water was kept pleasantly warm - though when she dipped deeper in, when the level came up to her thighs and then slid up further, it felt almost too hot on her hypersensitive skin and flesh. The wolfess sucked in a hissing gasp and took her time in sinking in further, and then had to force herself to dive deep and push off from the wall, just to have something to keep her mind off of her tingling arousal. Back and forth she went across the lane, sinking into the familiar feeling of swimming, the tug and pull of muscles and arms and legs... the sensation of sleek velvet water caressing her entire body, running along her fur and skin, tracing and swirling around the noticeable dark hump here in the front of her swimsuit.

As she went she became gradually aware that she left her mark in the chlorinated water of the pool just like she had marked the leather surface of the bus seat, and the rubber floor, and the sidewalk outside, and - God - the sheets and mattress of her bed at home, and every chair she tried to sit down on, stuck to, and had to pull herself up and away from. A thin, oily sheen began to gather on the surface of the water, swirling and shimmering; when the wolfess, shivering all over even though the water kept a comfortably warm grasp around her, made it back over to the shallows to sit along the steps, she looked down and saw that slick oil of greasy, slimy arousal trailing up like slow, thick smoke, shifting and pulsing every time she squeezed her muscles or... or reached down to slip a paw between herself and her swimsuit again.

She bulged and pushed out against the material of her swimsuit, a misshapen lump amid the otherwise smooth fit around her body; legs spread, swim-skirt floating free in the water, Snowy reached down and with two fingers pressed right into the front there, right where that black flesh tinted pink through the material of her swimsuit, until her muscles again clamped and her lower body shook. That sensation once more washed over her, and she shivered, swallowed, tensed up, relaxed.

Still she kept her paw in place there, running back and forth over her sensitive spade through the material of her swimsuit. Realizing what she was doing, she opened her eyes, looked around, saw she was alone for now... and then slid her fingers in along her thigh, brushing first against the portion of herself that the material couldn't hope to contain, and then in and underneath. As soon as she brushed her fingers over the surface of her spade and lifted the material of her swimsuit away, she leaned her head back and sighed first with relief, and then with pleasure.

Again and again Snowy pressed her paw against herself, feeling the way the thick lips spread, stuck, and sucked against her palm and fingerpads, and drawing out the distinct thick slickness of the juice of her heat. The very idea that she was doing this here, in public, in a place where literally anyone could walk in through that door back over her shoulder... she closed her eyes and sank down a bit, relaxing as the warmth of her own arousal continued to trickle up and out and stir in the water around her, the shimmering film thickening and oozing out from the legs of her swimsuit.

She brought her fingers and thumb to a point and pressed her paw in against herself, loving the way her spade stretched, pulled, and squeezed around her knuckles down to the base. Every time she pressed and pushed in she felt her inner walls shift and squeeze; she spread her legs further, tugged her swimsuit to the side, and then gave a full, deep push_from her loins - until that interior flesh blossomed and bloomed against her fingertips, soft and warm and _slimy, coating her to the knuckles and even past in a slickness that even the water of the pool could not eliminate.

Panting softly, Snowy enjoyed the sensation of again being freed for a moment, the lightened pressure and dwindling tingle... and then rolled her head onto her shoulder to push her fingers back in, other paw splayed along the front of her loins and keeping herself spread for it. In she went, pushing against her own natural resistance, stretching herself open, and then... coming through and settling there with sensation to make her twitch and tighten up again. Then she pushed again, walls of flesh blooming and spreading as well as squirting a good jet of the pool water back out into her palm, and then again, and again. Her other paw came down as well to work and rub at her clit, the little nub of heightened sensitivity buried beneath fat black-fleshed lips, itself warm, delicious pink beneath.

Snowy bathed in her own effusions all around her, slick oil and dripping scent with the fur of her paws digging and pressing and slurping between her legs soaked and streaked in the persistent clinging slickness of her heat-driven arousal. She swallowed yet again and rolled her head over to her other shoulder as she gave another push into her cupped paws, this time feeling another spray of looser, more concentrated warmth as she ended up pushing her bladder too far as, just before she dug those messy fingers right back into her. Paw cupped, fingers bent, pads messy and sticky, she hooked her paw inside herself, squeezed, shook, and pulled, felt another squirt of her mark out against her wrist, shuddered.

On her heat like this, it didn't take much at all to prepare herself to take a knot from the outside. This was something she had learned very early on, and led to her now waiting on the shipment of a toy two sizes up from her current largest. As she dug at herself with that paw she bunched her fingers and thumb together again, pressed in at the interior ring of muscle, felt it stretch and part around those fingers - and then jerked her shoulders as the rest of her spade squeezed and sucked at her paw, drawing her in, then effectively sealing her bunched fist inside of herself.

Now she really couldn't close her legs, her arm down and wrist bent between her thighs, fingers buried deep inside. Hot and sticky and wet, slimy and slick, the wolfess shuddered, sighed, pulled her paw back out, squeezed it back in, jerked again, and then slid her other down to continue rubbing at herself as she did so. She could intentionally draw some of the water of the pool into herself and then push it back out, the warm rush of liquid tickling her inside and out along with the wispy streaks of liquid arousal like oil in the pool.

Ignoring the gentle splashing from the movement of her arms, aware that her tail wagged and thumped and stirred against the back of the steps, aware that anyone might come in and watch her, Snowy straightened up and then started to bend forward over herself as she continued to give in to her desire. Four fingers and a thumb pressing in, stretching her open, hilting deep as that interior muscle sucked around her knuckles and paw and burying her to the wrist - then pulling and slipping back out, fat black lips of her spade tugging along her paw, holding tight, trying to suck her back in.

Shaky energy and tension rifled and arced through the wolfess's body. Snowy couldn't help but half-lift one of her legs and kick it beneath the water, adding yet another splashing to the noise she already made. Warmth and pleasure, intense irresistible passion, rocketed through her and she gritted her teeth, sucked in a gasp, and bucked along the stairs in the pool as she felt that much-needed peak finally hit and roll over her, heart in her throat and breath coming and going in sharp, barely-suppressed moans, every muscle squeezing in around her paws, the warmth doubling, strengthening, spraying out in the water like a thick, slimy cloud - and still she went for more, the immense sensation causing her to double forward and nearly knock herself in the forehead with her other knee as her body rocked and shook with the force of her peak.

Sensitivity sharpened and heightened by that first peak, the wolfess nearly yelped and whined as she continued rubbing her fingers and other paw at herself, pushing right through the warmth that jetted out of her and into the water. Leg still shaking, abs clenching up, teeth gritting until she thought she felt one of them chip, Snowy shuddered, squeezed in on herself, slid on past the hypersensitivity and burgeoning discomfort, and slammed right into a second orgasm, this one forcing her to spread her legs and buck up out of the water.

She braced her shoulders back against the stairs of the pool, spread herself with both paws, dug her fingerpads in against the soft, supple pink interior flesh even as it tensed and tightened - and, shaking all over, every muscle in her body so taut it felt like they might snap, shook and shivered as that peak sprayed out of her, arcing out across the pleasant blue of the pool in a yellowish spray. Even as the intense pleasure began to trickle away, still she let herself go, the piss forced out of her from her peak continuing to come regardless; Snowy swallowed again and gradually lowered herself back down into the water, taking a moment to just let that warmth seep out and swirl around her, all the mess of her pleasure still floating free. She slid a paw down to feel her stream as it continued to squeeze out of her, one portion of her spade's lips parted in the water around her mark, warm yellow issuing out.

The last of her voice had actually echoed up and around the otherwise empty room and, nervousness sliding its way back in now that her lust-drunk pleasure dribbled away, the white wolfess tenderly slid her swimsuit back into place, grimaced once more at the squeeze and stretch around her heavy heat, and looked over her shoulder... and breathed a sigh of relief to find that she was indeed still alone. For a moment her nose wrinkled with her own stench, arousal and musk and sweat on top of the cloying scent of the inside of her sex now smeared thoroughly along both paws up to the wrist on one and past on the other, and as she turned to pull herself out of the pool, legs shaky and body barely responding, her paw slid along the tile - and left a streak of clinging, clear slime, just like she had left on the seat of the bus earlier.

Shivering, shaking, exhausted yet still somehow not completely satisfied, Snowy finally rose to her full height and looked back at the water - and then quickly looked away again and bustled off back towards the locker rooms. Embarrassment mixing with humiliation with disbelief that she had actually just done that, though the stickiness of heat and slickness of her arousal certainly still matted down the fur of both paws and kept her constantly aware of her still-present interest. In fact, as she strode down the hall she squeezed, pushed... and blushed as she felt some thick slurry of that arousal combined with piss and the pool water ooze out and through the front of her swimsuit, her skirt hanging down just above the lower portion of the dark black bulge there.

Another day, then. She shivered on her way back to the locker room, already planning out what she would do to continually attempt to tamp down this heat, once she made it home later. There was still the bus ride back, after all.