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"I still think it looks weird on you."

"You chose it, love. Is the color wrong for my fur?"

Royal blue on dark brown was a good match, Lisa had to admit. But it wasn't the color that was the problem. She adjusted the collar, pulling the silver d-ring to the front and attaching the leash. "No, the color is fine. It just doesn't... Fit you."

"On the contrary. It feels quite comfortable. Snug, without squeezing my neck." Ari's eyes twinkled. He knew what she meant. For fuck's sake, he knew. He was just making her say it. Green eyes twinkled at her as she knelt to get down to his level. Ari leaned forward and licked her face. Lisa's fingers instinctively found the right spot behind his ears and scratched. Her lovely Ari was the perfect mix of naturally gorgeous, and exactly the type of man she fantasized of. He was a big dog--full marks for him right there. She had a thing for dogs. But beyond the very broad shape of his body, it's like he'd been custom-built to drive her wild. He was a dark-chocolate colored doberman, with a splash of milk-chocolate across his chest and belly. His ears were always alert. His tail was always curled. For her, his mouth was always open and his tongue was always lolling.

"It's not that I'm hot. No, it's because you're hot." He'd said when she asked him one time. So not only was he gorgeous but he also found her attractive. A lanky girl like her, with barely any tits and more legs than ass, and he found her hot. The first time he'd said it, she'd turned her head and looked away, sure that he was making fun of her. Then he'd taken her to dinner, taken her out for a walk, and then taken her in the back alley near the public swimming pool on Park and Crescent. He was also a dog that backed his words with action. In her mind, the perfect man.

Perfect in more ways than that. Her family had views on four-leggers and two-leggers in relationships. "Our people" and "Their people". That was just fine. It gave Lisa another reason to continue avoiding them. They could rot for all she cared. For her own taste? She'd dreamed of finding a same-minded quad, but even in her dreams she hadn't imagined finding a catch like Ari.

So no, she had to admit that not only did he look okay in the collar, he looked fantastic in it. She was tempted to end the walk before it'd even started and just bend over the kitchen counter for him. It wouldn't have been the first time. But tempted as she was, she'd been looking forward to today. Even if blue wasn't his color, it wouldn't do to change it. The color was significant. In the Pine Street Dog Park, blue collars had a meaning--along with the owner carrying a matching blue leash. It meant they were there to mingle. Come up. Say hello. Be bold, because anything goes.

"I meant you with a collar at all. You don't find it demeaning, do you?" She asked.

"Not getting cold feet, are you?" Ari barked out a laugh and licked her face again. He was silent for a moment, then his ears folded down and his expression turned serious. "You can pull out at any time, you know. It's a big step to--"

"Shush!" She put a finger on his nose. That, too, was licked. "This is my fantasy, and I refuse to let you mister-nice-guy me out of it."

His ears returned to their previous perk. "Good. Because this isn't just your fantasy, dear. Now get your little spots in order and let's have a walk!"

Little spots, indeed! It was a diminutive he loved. She loved it, too. It made her feel small, and sometimes a cat needs to be put in her place. For all that most people considered cheetahs a "big cat", she knew she wasn't. Five-foot-mumble and all of sixty kilos wet, she had the body of a runner. More legs and arms than she knew what to do with, a long tail to counter-balance, and none of the curves that she envied from other felines. She'd used to wonder what Ari saw in her, but after so long she'd simply accepted that she was "his type" as much as he was hers.

She reached forward and kissed him. His tongue slapped at her lips and licked up her cheeks. She latched her leash onto his collar, and out the door they went.

The day was a cool spring morning. The sidewalk was still cool under her feet. Ari laid his head against her waist, and they jogged. Down Walters Avenue, they cut through the mall and exited onto Eighth. Left, right, straight ahead, they stopped at a crosswalk for a green light. A curvaceous vixen stopped next to them. Eyes caught the blue leash and collar. A subtle grin flashed across the vixen's face, and Lisa felt herself flush. She looked away, and Ari pulled at the leash before she'd noticed the light had turned green. It was a fifteen minute trek to the dog park, and by the time they arrived, Lisa was feeling seen. Far from dissuading her, it gave her a tiny frisson of joy to be immediately considered by total strangers in that way. It burned the tips of her ears.

She pushed open the gate to the dog park and Ari preceded her inside. He turned to face her once they were on the sacred grounds of the dog park and looked up at her. "This is your last chance to say no." He warned.

"Same goes for you, big puppy." She saw his tail give a wag. "I'm not the only one that's allowed to be unsteady or anxious."

"Me? Anxious?" His ears stood proudly atop his head, and he quivered in excitement.

"You. I mean, you do hide under the covers whenever there's lightning and thunder."

"My dear, that's totally different. That's lightning! And thunder! A dog's gravest enemy!" He winked at her. "But no, because you wanted me to be honest, I am a little nervous, but I'm also really looking forward to this. Are you okay?"

Lisa unclipped the leash from his collar and stood. "About the same. Did you see, some people saw us on the way here."

"Not only did I, but I can also see how they got you wound up." His tongue flipped over her crotch, and she realized she was wet. She felt like she wanted to squirm for how much she realized being seen by strangers was turning her on. "Let me clean you up. You won't make it fifty feet like that without some hunk of a dog ravishing you before you even get to the treeline."

"And is that a problem?" Lisa teased, though she didn't push his head away as he licked the excitement from her lips. This wasn't making her any less wet.

Ari pulled his head back and barked again. "Only because you'll never get to see the rest of the park, dear! Now, would you like to accompany me, or shall we go our own... Whoah." Ari's attention slipped mid-conversation as he looked into the distance. Lisa glanced, then turned around to see.

"That's... Yeah. That." Lisa fumbled with her words. In the distance, out of sight of the main entrance, was a simple wooden bench. A cute little caracal was sat on it, conversing idly with a civet sitting next to him. And while they conversed, the caracal was casually petting a dalmatian, whose front paws were up in his lap. Not petting, stroking. His fingers were beneath the dog's belly and cradling a thick half-chub that was spurting onto his leg. Even from this distance, both Lisa and Ari could see the dark blue collar around the dalmatian's neck, standing out starkly from his otherwise monochrome pelt. "Well, I guess that's all the proof we needed that we're in the right place."

"No shit." Ari gawked.

"Still feeling okay?" Lisa asked.

The doberman found his composure again. Tongue pulled back into his mouth with a smack. "Never better. We doing this?"

Lisa slapped the dog's flank. "We doing this."

And the two of them walked confidently along the past, through the bushes and trees that hid the rest of the park so innocuously from the outside. The perfect camouflage for what the Pine Street Dog Park really was.

Past the concealing hedgerow, the dog park was at its heart, still a dog park. Open grass shone emerald in the sunlight in patches, though there were divots and lanes of open dirt, where excited canids frolicked. A row of foot-activated water fountains lined the walkway, and in the middle was an open fountain with water dancing from inset nozzles. Four-legged dogs and their people played in the sunlight. They splashed in the fountains. And here and there, they openly coupled in twos and threes and more. Not everyone was openly fucking. In fact, only a small percentage of the park's inhabitants were currently occupied thus, but no matter where she looked, Lisa could always see some hint or sign that this wasn't a typical public green.

A head bumped her waist. "Hey, I'm going to go run through the fountain. You good here?"

Lisa scratched Ari's ears. "You bet. I'll be watching to see who you catch!"

He winked up at her. "Only if some big mutt isn't pushing your face into the grass first."

She felt her ears go crimson as he loped away. For the first time, she wondered exactly how someone "met" someone at a park like this. She'd simply assumed it would happen, but now that she was stood here awkwardly on the path, she suddenly found herself unsure. It was a momentary impulse of doubt, but it left her stomach feeling hollow.

Luckily, she didn't spend long wondering. She felt a tentative hand at her shoulder. She looked aside, and a short squirrel lady was smiling up at her. She was diminutive in the extreme, only standing perhaps four feet tall. Her massive bushy tail seemed to be where most of her body had gone to, as it reached up to her head height, then bent double and curled back down halfway again. "Hey, haven't seen you here before. I'm Darleen." Darleen had a slight drawl, but her smile was wide and friendly.

"Hi Darleen. I'm Lisa. Sorry, just had a moment of 'What the fuck am I doing here'."

"Don't you worry. We all had that first time we came in. Assuming you know why you're here, and you want to be here, right hon?" The squirrel girl gave her an inquisitive glance and pointed at the blue-colored leash in her hands. Lisa noticed that Darleen carried a matching one, though hers was frayed at the edges and sun-bleached to a brighter pastel shade of blue. Lisa immediately nodded, even with the butterflies cavorted in her stomach. "Good. 'N which case I think you might be meeting the welcome wagon any second now."

"The welcome w--oof!" Lisa stumbled as a weight collided with her back. Darleen caught her hand and steadied her. Paws curled over her shoulders, and a broad head laid next to her ear. She glanced aside. A massive great dane's face reached over her shoulder. "I guess you're the welcome wagon. Hello, there, boy. What's your name?"

"That's King." Darleen chirped up. She reached as high as she could, and King licked her hand. "He don't say much. Prefers keeping it all natural, if you get my drift."

"I think I do." Lisa reached up to steady the paws on her shoulders. Once she was sure he wasn't going to fall off, she reached up and scratched King's ears.

"Yup. You just made a friend for life." Darleen cackled.

King drooled on Lisa's shoulder as she scratched. The dog danced in place behind her, and his chest hit her back. She leaned in and laughed, taking a bit of King's impressive weight as the paws on her shoulders bent her forwards a few inches. In a moment of casual intimacy, she felt the whole dog's body conform to her back. The barrel of his chest fit comfortably between her shoulder blades. The loose skin of his belly brushed her lower back. She felt the big dog's thighs to either side of hers. And, though she shouldn't have been surprised, she paused as she felt the floppy sheath bump against her tail.

Lisa closed her eyes. This is what she'd come here for. This is what she'd been anticipating all week, and now that it was about to happen, her tongue was dry and her ears were down, and the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop fluttering.

"You doin' okay, dear. King's a good dog, he'll hop down if you ask him to." Darleen's face was gazing uncertainly up at her.

Everyone was being so nice about it, but there was always that assumption that this wasn't her. That she wasn't ready for this. That this wasn't what she wanted. In that moment of everyone else's doubt, she made her decision. She tilted her hips, and her tail curled to the side. King's sheath fit snugly against her thighs. She felt a hot drip of liquids run down her leg. In front of her, Darleen giggled.

"That's better. King-y-ol-boy, I think this time you've made a friend."

Next to her ear, King let out a bass "Wruff!" His paws danced on her shoulders as she steadied her legs. His dewclaws carelessly scratched her back. Neither she nor he even noticed.

"Even though it's a public park, we tend to get mostly the same group day in and day out. It's how I noticed you looking a bit lost out here. Hope you don't mind me introducing myself?" Darleen gabbled on while King settled his stance. Lisa felt a slender finger of hot flesh tap her thigh.

She reached up and rubbed King's face. The dane rumbled something unintelligible and pushed his head into her fingers. Ari liked having his face squished and rubbed, so she tested to see if King liked it, too. It appeared he did. "Not at all. Thank you, in fact. I was wondering how I'd get into conversation with anyone here."

"That's natural. While we're all happy to chat, I know we all can seem intimidating for your first time." Darleen kept chatting as if there weren't a monster of a dog on Lisa's back. She felt his sheath squish against the back of her legs, and the slim ribbon of heat slithered up against her. She looked down. It was visible between her legs, pushing through her thigh-gap and twitching mottled red and pink. She felt it twitch, snug against her nethers and dripping onto her feet. Blithely, Darleen nattered on, "I saw a cute doberman walking with you in. Can I hope he's on the menu, too?"

Lisa felt a moment of confusion. The squirrel's blatant request to fuck her boyfriend, coupled with the fact that someone who definitely wasn't him was on her back and thrusting between her legs gave her a moment of surreal introspection. She found herself giggling in unexpected hilarity. Then her hips quivered, and she found herself orgasming.

There'd been no build-up, and she hadn't even really had much contact--except with King rubbing against her. It hit her out of the blue and left her knees feeling weak. Darleen reached out to steady her again. "Sure you wouldn't feel better on a bench, dear?"

"No. I--oh god." She quivered once more. She heard the soft pattering of liquids on the ground beneath her, as her surprise dripped down over King's cock and made a tell-tale puddle between her feet. The big paws over her shoulders shifted, and she grasped the fore-ankles to give King balance--and leverage. His tongue licked her ear. He snuffled against her neck. She felt him twitching urgently between her legs. He was as excited by this as she was. "I can manage here. This is actually really nice."

"I can tell!" Darleen licked her lips, watching the spectacle in front of her. With her short stature, directly in front of her. "I hope this isn't too forward, hon. But would you mind if I had a taste o' that?"

Lisa had finally gotten her knees under control, so wasn't really paying much attention to what the squirrel said. "Hmm? Sure." She agreed off-handedly before the question had even managed to reach her brain.

"Thankee kindly." Then the squirrel girl had ducked under her belly. Lisa watched with disbelieving eyes as Darleen's mouth opened and sucked the twitching end of the dog dick into her mouth. A cool nose touched between her legs as Darleen slid up to her thigh gap. Her noisy tongue lapped Lisa's orgasm off of King's shaft. King clearly approved. Lisa felt his hips rock against hers. Balls swung forward beneath and slapped against the back of her thighs. The shaft clenched between her legs gave a bounce and a throb up against her slit.

The squirrel surfaced, wiping her lips and smiling wide. "Delicious. As I was sayin', my pup is out there in the fountain. Sure your boy will meet him and make good friends. We've been coming here for years, and it's always nice to see a new face. Especially if it's attached to a cute body and an open mind, of course!"

Lisa lost the thread of conversation. She could feel king's heartbeat through his shaft as he throbbed between her thighs. He gave her a soft growl directly to her ear, and her hips shivered. She wanted him inside of her. She_needed_ him inside.

"So, ah... Would you like some help there?" Darleen ventured.

"Fuck, I thought I'd have to beg. Yes please." Lisa stammered and spread her legs. The squirrel girl laughed and reached out. Lisa felt fingers on her snatch, and the dog dick pulled away for a moment. The fingers spread her lips, then she felt the squishy tip of King's shaft slide upwards through her anatomy until Darleen had him slipping right on target.

Penetration was smooth, even if it was a squeeze to fit a dog as big as King. From beneath her, Lisa heard the squirrel continuing her gabbling. She was saying something about stretching daily. Lisa wasn't paying attention. All of her focus was on the soft growl that was building right next to her ear. It rolled through her head as more of a vibration than a sound. It made her legs feel weak. If they hadn't been locked in position, she knew she would have collapsed underneath the weight. For all that the feral was acting the instinctual beast, he was going slowly with her. Well, Lisa had her own secrets--like how well she'd learned to take her Ari in one thrust. She tilted her hips as she reached up to stroke King's snout. Then she canted herself back. The dripping-wet dog cock slid inwards. Over her shoulder, King's eyes closed.

"Oh, good jeepers. He just disappeared into you all at once. You doing okay up there, darling?"

"Better than okay." Lisa stroked her fingers down King's muzzle. He throbbed inside her. Oh, he was such a gentleman. The dog's hips dragged back, then gave her a forward lunge. She leaned against it, keeping her footing. A fist-sized knot slapped her lips. "Oh, Darleen, could you do me a favor? I'd like to meet a few other people here today, so could you give him a squeeze right behind-"

She felt fingers on her thighs. "No sooner said than done. That's right, King-y. Oh, you really got him going there, Lisa."

Lisa could tell. The hips resting on top of her out-thrust hips quivered. The paws over her shoulders twitched and pulled. Spastic thrusts bounced King's nuts against her thighs. The hump was wet. So wet it was dripping down her thighs She didn't hear it hitting the ground, though a quick glance told her why. Darleen was busy with her tongue on King's knot. Her attention wandered for a moment when she looked back, between Lisa's spread legs. She heard the squirrel giggling. "Oh, dear. I think you've got company already, hon."

With the dog on her back she couldn't easily turn around, but she could tilt her head. Trotting over to her, Ari dragged behind him a two-legged mouse--though at the moment he was struggling to keep on all fours. Ari stopped in front of her and lifted a leg, showing off his catch. She gave him a questioning lift of an eyebrow, and her husband barked out a laugh.

"I assure you, my dear, that this is exactly what he wants. I'm told he was born to crawl on his hands and knees, backwards." True to his word, the mouse hardly seemed upset. With Ari's hind leg lifted, Lisa could see the thin connection of flesh between them, and the straining bulge of Ari's knot tied firmly to the mouse's rump. Beneath that, the mouse's balls dripped with Ari's juices, and just beneath that again, his diminutive pecker was throbbing and hard. The mouse turned his head, and she saw his giant pink ears blushing.

"Hi Henry." Darleen drawled. The mouse's ears fluttered, and he ducked his head in embarrassment. Feigned embarrassment, it seemed, because his throbbing erection never waned.

That was the moment King chose to grunt and start throbbing inside her. Oh, that felt nice. That felt wonderful. He'd been spurting the whole time, but now it was twice--or three times--every second. Without a tie, she could feel the liquid trapped inside her straining for an exit. Lisa turned her head and kissed King's snout. The big dog shivered. "That feeling good, boy. Like that?"

The big dane let out a rumbling assent. He did, indeed, like that.

"Hey, Henry." Lisa heard her husband's voice break through the trance-like bliss of feeling the big dog firing off inside her. "If you're gonna be stuck down there, put your mouth to use, eh? I want my wife's snatch clean for later, okay?"

Moments later, she felt a tongue against her lips. Then two. Darleen joined in, fighting the mouse for the place of pride between Lisa's legs. She did a little bit of shivering of her own. It was a new experience. Turns out she really liked being licked while a big dane was cumming inside her. She'd have to remember that for--well, next time she had two people watching her get fucked. For a moment it seemed crazy that it might happen. A second time. Then again, with how the dog park seemed to operate, Lisa wondered whether that might be a regular, reliable occurrence from now on.

A grumble next to her ears and a shifting inside gave her just a few seconds warning. "Uh, he's about to pull--" That was all the warning she could afford them. She felt a soft sensation of sliding, then King's sizeable cock slipped free. This time, she heard the splash, followed by a moan. Beneath her, the mouse's face was covered with the liquids. It was dripping off of his ears and made strands between his whiskers. His whole body went rigid. She could hear Darleen laughing. The mouse's tail went out straight behind him. Was he... Lisa tilted her head so she could watch. Henry's little prick bounced up against his belly, and a moment later his cum started to paint the concrete path beneath him. Even while he was twitching, the mouse's mouth pressed up against her now-empty slit and started tonguing at her.

"As wonderful as this is, I think my knees are about to give out." Lisa warned. Ever the gentleman, King slid down off of her back. She felt light and breezy as she stood upright. She glanced and saw Darleen just behind and to the right of her, still on her knees and with her mouth around King's softening cock. The big dane panted as she nursed. Ari tugged at the mouse-boy's backside, and the three of them made their way to the nearest bench.

"How are you feeling, lovely?" Ari rubbed against her leg as she sat back into the wooden frame. As soon as her legs were spread far enough, Henry dived back in.

Lisa took a deep breath and leaned back. She puffed out breath and closed her eyes. "Good. But, maybe a little... I don't know. Overwhelmed?"

Ari put a paw on her thigh, and the mouse licking at her stopped. She heard a soft, liquid sound and looked down. Henry quivered on his hands and knees for a moment, then stood. The premature untying was starting to drip down his tail end before he turned around and ruffled Ari's head fur. Her husband pushed his head into the hand, then asked, "Could we have a little privacy for just a moment?"

"'Course. Find me if you're interested later, okay?" Henry remarked with a smile as he retreated.

Suddenly alone in the otherwise bustling public park, Lisa took the moment to just breathe. She thought back to the previous few minutes. What had it been, ten minutes? Fifteen? They'd been here hardly any time, and already she'd been fucked by a big dog. Was she okay. Had she taken advantage of them? No, they'd approached her. Was everything she'd done okay? Was--

"You're over-thinking it." Ari remarked, soft enough that only she could hear him. "You've got that look on your face like you're looking for something to blame yourself for. Do you need to get out of public, love?"

"No." She breathed out. In, and out. She found she didn't need to leave, but she did need a few minutes to process. "Go have fun, hon. I--"

"Do you need to be alone? Because unless you need me to go away, you're not getting rid of me, okay?"

"No. No, stay, love. I'm just..."

"Yeah. That was wild." Lisa closed her eyes. It had felt so good!

"I know! I was just running around in the fountain, and this mouse threw a tennis ball. Why not, right? So I caught it and brought it back to him. He bent down and was rubbing my ears. Then he just... Asked if I wanted to fuck him."

Lisa lifted her head. Ari was smiling, but his eyes were wide and irises just a bit dilated. It occurred to her that she was processing it all, just like she was. "Fucking crazy, right? It's just like..."

"Like everything we talked about it being, right?"

It was. They'd joked about how they'd walk into the dog park, and just pick someone cute and then they'd all be fucking. It'd been a joke. A fantasy. Hah hah. Wouldn't that be hot? And then they'd gotten here, and...

"Like we hoped it would be." Ari continued. The two of them sat for minutes, just breathing and being close to each other. Then Ari asked softly. "Is it still what you want?"

Lisa breathed in. Breathed out. "It was crazy."

"Yeah, no shit. We can head home. We tried it out and--"

"And it was great. Do you want to head home early? Because if you're just worried about me, you don't need to be. I wanna run through that fountain, too!"

Ari squinted his eyes and glared at her. "Now I know you've gone crazy. You, my dear, are a cat. Cats don't run through the fountains."

"What, you think you can stop me? Too slow, big dog. Couldn't catch me even if you wanted to."

"Are you suggesting that you're not caught, kitty-mine?"

Lisa leaned forward. Her lips touched Ari's. His tongue flicked out and lapped at her gums. She opened her mouth to let him in.

A moment later she pulled back, breathing heavily from their kiss. "Are you okay, too?"

Ari panted at her. "Yes. I am. Do you want to continue."

"I'm not leaving 'till I've had at least a few more pairs of paws around my hips. If you're good and fast, maybe one pair will be yours!" She winked at her paramour. He barked and followed as she sprinted from the park bench into the fountain. Behind her, dogs big and small turned and gave chase.