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Lukas breathed out a soft sigh and pushed his muzzle up against the stall divider, the otter’s near ear twitching with the tacky, faintly moist coolness of the surface. As he nuzzled forward he felt the graffiti scratched into the paint brushing across the thick fur of his cheek – call me; come here 4 a good time; fuck u; all the other classics – which just further settled the knowledge into him: I’m back, I’m doing this again, it’s been so long but everything’s still the same, and God, did I miss this.

Not that it was a particularly pleasant place to be, but in a way that was all part of it: his knees already hurt from where he knelt along the tile floor, one of his footpaws had pushed into a mysterious puddle back in the corner as he was getting ready, and then of course there was that constant smell all around, but again, that was all part of it. The otter pushed his nose forward again, reached up, brushed his fingers across the rim of the hole cut into the divider between this bathroom stall and the one next to it, and went on waiting.

Since he had first come in here and settled down a few other visitors had passed through, but those either had not been interested or simply did not notice the brown-furred fingers poking through the hole. Lukas’s rudder flicked and swished across the floor again, bumping back against the base of the toilet in his stall, splashing through that little puddle – which sent another cold shiver vibrating up his back. It’ll be worth it, he reminded himself, carefully moving his tail back out of the way; all it’ll take is just… someone to…

His thoughts trailed off at the familiar sound of the door to the bathroom itself squeaking open, briefly letting in all the noise and din of the rest of the building outside. Lukas held his breath, his one paw gripping the rim of the glory hole, the other hovering in its expected place just above the unbuttoned, unzipped fly of his pants; he wanted so much to peer through that hole and get a glimpse of who his visitor might be, but still held himself back, muzzle turned, heart thumping in his chest. There was of course the chance that whoever it was would breeze right on past the stalls and hit one of the urinals instead, but as soon as this thought crossed his mind, his ears perked again towards the distinct sound of those footsteps turning and coming closer, then to the neighboring stall door clacking shut, locking, rattling on its hinge-

“Oh…!”

Lukas’s ears flicked again. He wiggled his fingers through the hole, tongue coming out between his lips – but still couldn’t help but gasp with surprise when another paw settled across his own, tawny fingers of his visitor briefly poking back through and then retreating. He thought he heard a little giggle as well, then the rustling of clothing, the soft zip of a pants fly, more rustling, and the shadow of the other body closed in over the other side of the hole… and again he brought his muzzle closer, already able to feel the damp, tepid warmth of his visitor as they settled into place, pushing up against the divider.

It was a warm, earthy scent that washed across him, a spiced musk tinged with a sharp, almost bitter character to it. Already Lukas’s own anticipation shivered through him; he licked his lips, drew back a bit, and circled his other paw in around the hole to finally get a hold of what he would soon be working with.

And at first it – surprised him, a little bit. Dank folds of slightly greasy skin wrinkled in over one another in the rough shape of a sheath, the owner’s species as of yet still unknown to him; it held nearly flat against their body where they held themselves, so that Lukas had to tease his fingers forward, nudge and poke and brush around in between those folds until he had started to make headway, and only then did he lean down again, lips parting against the growing mass of flesh as it pushed its way forward. Still that sheath steadily unfolded from within itself, rolls of skin stretching out, growing along the length still hidden inside-

“Sorry if I’m not quite what you expected,” the owner breathed, her voice warm, soft, a little bit rough. “You might – have to… ah… oh, seems… like…”

Hyena, Lukas realized then, ears perking, tail swishing. His heart skipped a beat; now it all made sense, and now he knew precisely what to do. Lips still pursed, he drew back towards the end of the hyena’s pseudo-shaft, swallowed a little bit of the gathered slickness of her growing arousal, and then curled his tongue into the little folded hood right at the end, wiggling his way further down into the soft, supple silken interior.

“Like… you already know what you’re…” The stall divider clacked on its supports as she reached up, one paw hooking over the upper edge. “What you’re doing…”

To this the otter stifled a little smirk, lips quirking up where he held them around the end of her shaft. One paw slid down into his opened pants; the other circled back in along the edge of the glory hole, fingers pressing deeper into the folds of her pseudo-sheath. All skin, he thought, though already he could feel the familiar little pulses, twitches, throbs of her growing arousal, just like… ‘the real thing’ isn’t quite the right wording, is it? Just like the other side of the spectrum? Hmm. One of these days I wanna get to a pair of hyenas going at it, and see if I can wedge myself right in the middle, and…

And his eyes fluttered shut again, jaw coming forward as he pressed his tongue further inside, slightly swelling out the naturally stretchy girth of her shaft as he went. At first there was only that silky warmth – and then he worked his tongue a bit, digging deeper and then drawing back, still suckling as he went, and her scent crystallized into taste as well, the same sharp, salty musk dribbling along his tongue and slowly spreading through his maw. With each pulse forward he clamped his lips around her again, drawing the sleek folds of skin further into his mouth, pressing his tongue deeper and deeper, until it had become fully encompassed within her length, soft yet firm, pliable yet rigid.

Exactly what I want… he thought, and then drew back once more – and this time had to wiggle his tongue side to side to release the suction of the hyena around him. She pulled free with a wet, sticky shlop, and then instead of sagging down limp, her pseudo flexed upward, stiff and rigid like any other cock, and pulsed rhythmically with the beat of her heart. For a moment the hyena remained there, holding herself still in anticipation; then her fingers drummed along the top edge of the divider.

“Don’t tell me that’s – all, is it?” she rumbled, wiggling in place.

Lukas leaned in to press his muzzle to the base of her cock, tongue folding out to circle across her from underneath, while at the same time he shifted his pants and underwear down his thighs. “One sec,” he breathed, deliberately letting his lips and tongue play across her base – which of course drew another twitch from her. “I’m getting ready.”

“Getting – ready? For…?”

For a moment he turned his muzzle away, dragged his tongue across the pads of his fingers, and then played those down underneath the base of his tail. Just a little bit, just enough to get everything nice and slick and prepared, one fingertip poking in, soon followed by a second; Lukas leaned in against the wall, his eyes halfway closing again, other paw still held up to squeeze and massage at the base of the hyena’s length.

This time when he straightened up, he rose from his knees as well, briefly struggling with the awkwardness of his pants around his thighs. I suppose I could just drop them entirely… Lukas thought, but by then he had already turned around and started wiggling into place; this stall was just slim enough that he could reach across and brace himself against the opposite wall, arms bent a bit for support. He lifted his tail up – the hyena through the glory hole yipped another little “ah…?” and then poked at the til of his rudder with her paw – and reached back with one paw, spreading himself, finding the tapered, saliva-slickened end of her pseudo-shaft-

“Oh!” she murmured, and pushed forward. The distinctive head nudged up against the center of Lukas’s tailhole, each flexing again, then relaxing. “Oh, that’s what… you meant about…”

Lukas’s ears twitched. He glanced behind himself, as though he would be able to see her expression through the solid wall. “Is this okay?”

“Okay? Okay? This is-” She jerked forward, just enough to press her tip past the ring of his tailhole – and both of them gasped in tandem. “This is perfect. Just – I do really have to piss, though, so if I…”

Once again Lukas’s tail twitched. He shimmied his pants down his legs a little bit further, and then with both paws on his rump, slowly started to sink back onto her, feeling the way the smooth, slick skin of her pseudo-shaft slid back, and how the firmness of her arousal beneath steadily pressed into him.

“If you do,” he panted, “then don’t hold back.”

For a moment she said nothing, and he wondered if he said the wrong thing. Then, though, another throb pulsed through him, and she drew back only to press forward again, reciprocating his slow push back against her, bit by bit.

“Well, now you’re – making me want to,” she purred. The stall divider rattled; when Lukas looked over his shoulder he saw that she had reached up so that now both paws grabbed the upper edge. “I can’t exactly thrust from here – or I mean, I guess I could, but-”

“That’s okay. I’ll…” Lukas bit his lip as he slid back further, feeling the sleek, supple exterior of the hyena’s pseudo roll slowly back inside of him, her texture, her girth, so similar to the kind of patron to which he was accustomed, yet so different. “I’ll handle it…”

Gradually he worked himself back until his rump pressed against the cool wall of the stall divider, and there the otter held himself for a moment. A few clenches of his muscles, a little bit of pushing, a soft gasp from each of them, and then he reversed his motion, starting to come forward… and then pushing back again, then back and forth, riding across her, settling into the rhythm. He closed his eyes again, he let his mouth fall open, he tilted his head back and sighed…

And then behind him the stall divider rattled, and he heard the sound of short, blunted claws tapping against the wall. The hyena’s breath caught in her throat; she murmured something too low for him to hear, took in a breath, held it… and then let it out in a similar slow, breathy moan, steady at first, then breaking into a shaky exhalation.

Then she tapped at the divider again. “Hey, can you – quit squeezin’, for a sec? I’m…”

So the otter chuckled softly, took in another breath, and turned his squeezing to pushing instead, and then immediately learned why she had asked. As soon as he did so a sudden rush of sizzling, intense heat flowed into him from behind, streaming out along the hyena’s pseudo-length, burbling through the interior with enough force that he could feel the flow as it began to spread out inside of him. On reflex Lukas arched his back and straightened his arms, pushing himself more forcefully back against the divider; his breathing picked up and his heart thumped in his throat, and he tried his best to stay relaxed despite how much he wanted to continue riding her, to feel that flow unload even deeper inside.

It took a few seconds, but soon the sensation shifted slightly so that the bubbling, steaming hit right there within the rim of his tailhole instead transferred deeper inside, the slight twisting currents of her ongoing stream twisting their way deeper into his guts – so that he felt it start to blossom further inside of him, the warmth swelling out within his lower belly, the pressure growing alongside it. Off in the distance Lukas thought he heard the door to the bathroom open again, but he couldn’t help but let out another shivering, needy moan at the sensation of the hyena draining her bladder directly into his bowels, continuing to fill him up with this luscious, silky liquid warmth, palpably bubbling as it guttered deeper through the twists and turns of his insides, warming him from within. Bit by bit Lukas pushed himself more firmly up against the wall, able to feel the pressure start to hit its limit, just before a few warm trickles oozed their way down across the back of his sack; behind him the hyena let out another sigh, tugged back, and then finally pulled free – and he managed to clench down just a moment too late, so that a sizeable spurting spray of her fresh mark gushed free to splash across the tile floor, just narrowly missing the back of his pants.

Panting softly, far more worked up than he had been when he had first come in here, Lukas leaned forward to press his chest against the opposite wall, held himself there for support, and reached one paw back beneath his tail. His fingers slopped through the spillage soaking into his fur, surprisingly hot even though he had felt every drop of it swell inside of him; he bit his lip, shivered again, and shoved one, two, three fingers right up inside of himself, the inner walls of his lower bowels still ballooning out with the volume of the hyena’s mark. He could swirl those fingers around inside himself without ever touching flesh save for the rim of his tailhole, and in response the stirred currents brushed up against his inner walls and made him groan and moan all over again… and then finally the door opened again and whoever had come in once more left, and both he and the hyena across the divider sighed out.

She tapped at the wall behind him. “Sorry to drip and dip,” she said, “but I actually gotta get back out there.”

“Yeah,” Lukas panted. When he turned around he saw those same tawny fingers poking through the hole; of course his first thought was to hike tail again and sink back onto them, but instead he just brushed them with his own – the same ones that had just been buried to the knuckle inside of his tailhole and soaking in her piss. “Yeah, no problem. Thanks. This was a delight.”

“For sure.” Then the rustling of clothing again, and the click of the lock. “I mean, I can probably come back later, if…”

“Yes please.”

She took a step away, then paused. “I’m Jessie, by the way.”

Lukas returned to his original position there at the edge of the hole, pants still around his thighs, belly and bowels still churning under the weight of Jessie’s fresh piss. He slid his fingers across his lips, then briefly brushed them over his tongue. “Lukas.”

“Cool. See ya later, Lukas. Or – well, I guess probably not.”

“Yeah.” Again he swallowed, now able to taste just a little bit of her mark mixed with his own musk. “Later.”