Very Public Transit
Very Public Transit
By Green.
Ted sat on the bus, as he did every morning, filling out his crossword puzzle and waiting for his stop, all the way on the other side of town. The somewhat skinny fennec was very tired and not having much luck with it. It was only Wednesday and the weekend seemed so very, very far away. He had his pencil in his mouth, trying to figure out a five-letter word for 'sleek, graceful sea creature' when he heard a voice, quiet, high-pitched, and oddly distant, whispering in his ear.
"Odo."
Had Ted been a cat, his tail would have puffed up and his ears would have flattened back. Instead, all that happened was that he paled behind his newspaper and felt a shiver move up his spine. He knew, without looking, that there were no females sitting near him. He spoke very softly, so no one else would hear him.
"What?!"
The voice giggled and then spoke up again.
"Odo. Three-letter word for 'DS9 Chief of Security.' It's a Star Trek thing, silly."
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Ted sighed. She was right, of course, it fit with the 'octopus' leading down across it, but that wasn't the point.
"How do you even know that? You died twenty years before the William Shatner version aired in the sixties."
"Please, Edward, use the proper nomenclature. It's 'The Original Series', not 'the William Shatner version'."
"Goddammit, Alice..."
It sounded like something out of a comedy movie. He'd bought a really nice place in the hills for a song; nobody'd wanted the place because it was rumoured to be haunted. No one had been more surprised than Ted when this turned out to be true. Describing exactly how he'd found out is, of course, a story for another time, but fortunately for Ted, the ghosts hadn't been, for example, the vengeful spirits of murdered witches or the enraged souls of insane asylum patients, they were merely a trio of dearly departed women who hadn't left the house they'd loved so dearly when they died. They were used to chasing people out, but for reasons he couldn't fathom, they liked Ted. They wanted to get to know him better. And, much to his chagrin, at least Alice, who appeared in the form of a shapely twenty-something red vixen (Ted tried not to think about the fact that she had actually been pushing seventy when she died), was actually attracted to him. Worse yet, she could somehow anchor herself to him and follow him around as he went about his day, remaining invisible and speaking in some way that only he could hear. How, he had no idea. They didn't fully understand the mechanics themselves, and he had seen enough movies that he at least got the general idea. But if it was Alice here, he knew she wasn't just here to help him with a puzzle.
"You get bored staying in the same house for eighty years. You figure out how to do things. I took to television much better than Dorothy or Emily. And I rather like these space dramas."
"They're called science-fiction."
Ignoring him, the spectre sighed dramatically.
"If only that handsome Jonathan Frakes was about a hundred and thirty years younger..."
"Alice, what are you doing here?"
"Tsk, tsk. Can't a girl visit her favourite man once in a while?"
"Alice..."
There was that giggle again.
"Really, Edward, you need to relax..."
He started slightly as he felt what was distinctly the sensation of a soft, warm hand on his lower thigh, teasing at his fur. The problem being, he was wearing pants and he could see no such hand. While she was invisible, she chose to become completely intangible, so as not to interfere with Ted or anyone around him. However, apparently she could make very specific portions of her body solid enough to be felt, even if they couldn't be seen.
"A-Alice?"
She continued stroking his fur as if the pants weren't there. She was phasing through them, or something. He was no expert. He had been hoping she couldn't do that while she was invisible. It was weird enough when he could see her.
"Shhhh, just let me take care of you..."
He shivered and swallowed a groan as he felt those warm, slender fingers sliding up his thigh to tease and tickle at his groin, paying no more heed to his boxers than they had to his slacks.
"P-please, Alice... th-there are people around..."
"Then just keep quiet and enjoy, sweetheart."
Already taking her advice, he bit down on his lip to suppress a cry of surprise and pleasure as those fingers curled around his flaccid penis, squeezing him inside his pants. All he could do was shift uneasily in his seat as he felt himself growing and swelling in her supernatural grip.
"Oh Christ... Oh man...."
"Mmmm, Edward, you have such a wonderful prick. Forget Jonathan Frakes, I wish I'd known you back in the day. We'd have made such handsome children..."
She normally spoke so formally that whenever she dropped in explicit terms, it really, really turned Ted on. And of course, she knew that.
The first time she'd done this to him, he'd tried to push her away, only to discover that everything except the inner surfaces of her hands was totally intangible, and all the hapless fennec could do was lie back and admit that it felt amazing. He continued holding the newspaper in front of him, hoping no one could detect anything untoward going on behind it. Looking down he saw his cock making quite the tent in his pants, and having resigned himself to his fate, prayed that his stop was far enough away that he wouldn't have to skip it. As the spectral vixen teased at his iron-hard erection, he turned down his ears submissively, whimpering quietly as she took hold of his scrotum and began to gently massage, hearing her coo quietly as he throbbed in her grip and released a drop of pre into his underwear.
"Already? My, you really do need it, don't you, dearie? Poor you, with such a special prick and no one to share it with... except an old-fashioned woman old enough to be your grandmother."
Embarrassed, he wanted to make some kind of cutting comeback, but all that came out when he opened his mouth was 'Oh God', gasping out loud as he felt the unmistakable sensation of the spirit's lips closing around his penis, her warm tongue rubbing soothingly along his shaft.
"I - I didn't know you could - you could - "
For a moment she released his cock, but only long enough to answer.
"Shhhh, just sit back and enjoy it."
It was a strange sensation, sitting on a city bus, hearing all the noises around him, that peculiar smell that permeates every public transit system filling his nose, but at the same time, feeling the sensations of the most amazing blowjob he'd received in years, hearing the quiet suckling noises Alice was making, and smelling something that was either her perfume or an approximation of the vixen's natural scent from when she had been alive.
"God, Alice, I..."
He trailed off, shivering as he throbbed in her mouth, but also inside his pants. His toes began to curl up in his shoes and he had to restrain himself from physically thrusting his hips. Despite the fact that he knew she didn't really have her mouth on him, his gentlemanly instincts made him give her a warning.
"...I'm gonna come!"
She didn't respond, but he felt her suddenly start sucking even harder, squeezing and rolling his balls in her invisible hand. Sticking his own hand into his mouth to muffle his cries, he clenched his eyes shut as his whole body went rigid, his legs shaking as he ejaculated, hard. A part of his barely-functioning mind knew that with each spasm of his twitching member, he was spurting hot, gooey come into his boxers, making a mess of himself. But it felt exactly like he was being sucked off by a woman he knew from experience was actually quite beautiful. He could even hear her making quiet gulping noises as he came and came and came, her lips and tongue and teeth working expertly to extend his orgasm for quite a long time. Taking his hand out of his mouth, he clamped it down over his muzzle, keeping it tightly shut and hissing his ragged breath through his nostrils. By this point he had forgotten everything except the sensation of Alice's mouth and hands and the glorious feeling of releasing jet after jet of hot sperm, though he did distantly remember the idea that making sound was a bad thing.
"Edward, honey?"
"Whu-huh?"
Dazed, he blinked and looked around. He was at his stop. He had crumpled the newspaper around his tightly-clenched fist to the point where it wouldn't fold properly anymore, so he left it on the seat as he got up, blushing self-consciously as he felt the slimy come rubbing against his genitals and groin fur. Had anyone noticed? Were they calling the cops on him? Glancing down, he blushed deeply as he realized his climax had been so hard that some of his seed had soaked all the way through his pants, and a small wet spot had formed where the tip of his penis had been resting. He'd at least lost the erection, but there was still glistening semen on his slacks, and he swallowed hard as he walked to the front of the bus. He passed an attractive young feline mother, her kitten sitting on her knee. Much to Ted's chagrin, the child sniffed the air around her, and he realized that the scent of his release was in the air.
"Mommy, what's that smell?"
The mother took a single curious sniff and her eyes widened, blushing.
"Um, I'm not sure, dear..."
Ted averted his eyes. It was a city bus, hopefully the mother would assume that some deviant had masturbated on the floor or something, and not that the clean-cut businessman waiting to get off had just ejaculated in his pants.
As he finally, mercifully exited the vehicle, he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, whispering to himself, knowing she'd be listening.
"Were you such a troublemaker before you kicked the bucket, or is this a recent development?"
"Maybe. Maybe I only got this way after meeting you, darling. I guess you'll never know."
There was that giggle again, the sound of far away wind chimes echoing in her spectral voice. He felt an invisible kiss on his cheek.
"Alright, I've had my fun. I'll go back to the house, you have a good day at work. See you tonight?"
Despite himself, he grinned.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Alice."