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Out, Around, Down and Under

by Mog Moogle

The steel handle-less door was pushed open as carefully as possible so that it wouldn't make its usual screech against the worn hinges. Scuffed boots treaded as soft as the wearer could manage to make no noise against the tile floor that continued half way up the walls. Around the divider, less than perfect eyes glanced about the open area and then as far under a set of stall doors as they could see. There was a leg bent at the knee and facing longways in one of the middle stalls.

Mog peered at it and could feel his heart race with nervous anticipation. On one paw, he was happy to see something was going on, on the other, it was a little disappointing that he was a little too late to get in on the action itself. Deciding to act on the impulse that brought him in there in the first place, he walked to the stall door beside the obviously occupied one.

Pushing the door open with an undesirable creak, even though it was slight he winced and hoped that he didn't frighten off the two in the neighboring stalls. He closed the door as quietly as he could, turning the lock knob and sliding the flimsy pin into the sloppily cut hole and securing the door. He eased back against the stall wall on the far side and eased down until the soles of a pair of work boots came into view.

He took the zipper on his hide leather jacket between his finger and his thumb and slid it down. Opening the flap of his jacket, he griped the polymer handle of his pistol and pulled from its holster, setting it softly on the tank of the toilet. Lowering himself down farther until he saw a broad masculine rear in a worn and faded pair of denim jeans. From the size of his hips he was a bigger guy, and his jeans hugged his filled out rump and thighs. He was canine by the look of his slightly curved white fluffy tail.

Peeking a little lower, he caught sight of a more petite male also in jeans and a black hoodie on his paws and knees. His head was not visible, blocked by the larger fur in the stall between them. There was a rhythmic bounce visible on his hoodie, soft slurp noises and a throaty moan every now and then from the canine. It wasn't as if there was doubt what was going on from the start, but what the moogle saw made him certain.

He unzipped his cargo pants and quickly fished out his erection, squeezing it in his paw. Watching the scene unfold before him from underneath the privacy screen, he ran his paw up his shaft and tweaked his head with his thumb and index finger causing him to let out a soft moan. It didn't go unnoticed however. The cocksucker immediately stopped slurping and the moogle could see both of them shift to look at his stall.

His heart was pounding as he was worried he'd just ended the session before he really even got started. He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his member again. From the limited view he had he could tell the two were looking at his black boots with the scuffs mixed with the high shine facing the stall divider and not the toilet. Drawing a shaky breath he whispered, "Please don't stop." as loud as he could. He heard a chuckle echo up from the middle stall as he shifted back to his partner.

The sucking noises began in earnest once more. It seemed as if the two Mog was spying on wanted to give him a good show. He could see the bounce in the movements of the sucker and imagined what that canid member tasted and felt like on his tongue. With another quick squeeze before beginning, he pumped his shaft in his paw over and over.

The large canine's tail began to swish back and forth. He was obviously enjoying himself and Mog noticed he spread his knees a little farther apart and began to thrust his hips into the muzzle of his partner. The moogle lowered himself to his knees and hunched down to peek more at the occupants of the other stalls.

He still couldn't see the far fur's face, but he saw the loose flannel shirt and back of the canine's head. The canine's midsection was rotund, as the size of his backside and thighs indicated, but far from obese. His head was back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted. Mog couldn't deny that public blowjobs were amazing and wished he were the one giving it.

The fur in the far stall slurped hard and moaned deeply. Mog imagined the canine's member sliding deep into his throat while he brushed the underside and knot with his tongue. He filled his imagination with vivid images that the two were acting out in front of him. He braced with his left paw on the tiled floor while he worked his mooglehood as quickly and as rough as the sensitive flesh would allow.

An orgasm welled up inside of him and he could feel it start to surface so he slowed down, decreasing the pace until he edged his orgasm to the brink and let it recede. It wasn't something he'd normally do but he wanted the experience to last. The two in the other stalls didn't seem as eager for longevity, however.

He looked up at the canine as he grunted and hissed through clenched teeth. The recipient let out a muffled surprised moan and then a long lustful one. It was clear that he'd just gotten a treat from chubby male. He watched for a little moment longer before the cocksucker stood up and eased away from the stall wall.

He was about to stand up himself when the canine did something he wasn't expecting. Shuffling on his knees he turned around and eased up to the partition bordering Mog's stall and shoved his glistening member underneath it. The little moogle eyed the still throbbing member, about five inches long, (including the swollen knot at about one inch at the base,) and the tip dripping with the remnants of the ministrations of his first partner. It was also ebony in color instead of the pinkish or red like he was used to seeing.

The moogle took his paw off his own penis and rubbed the saliva and cum slick shaft with his fingertips. His body shivered at the feel of it and anticipation of getting what he came in there to get in the first place. As he started to wrap his paw around it he heard a throaty, "I can give myself a handjob. You can be more creative than that." Mog chuckled a little then lowered his muzzle to the tip, giving it a lick and tasting the cum that lingered, but that didn't satisfy the canine either. "Already had head today. Take your pants off."

Mog blinked a little, taken aback at the boldness but decided that it wouldn't be objectionable to have his tailhole reamed before work. He let go of the canine's cock and untied the laces of his boots, kicking them off before loosening his belt. After the leather strap was free of the buckle he unbuttoned his fly and his tailfalp, standing up briefly to drop his pants and boxers into a heap on the floor and then push them out of the way with his foot.

He lowered himself back onto his paws and knees, leaning forward to give the canine's tip another lick before turning around and working back toward the divider. His parted legs went on either side of the canine's knees as soon as he was close enough he felt the canine's paws grasp his hips to help guide him back. The moogle felt his tail brush the partition and the canid member slide between his furry cheeks. He gasped as the canine bucked against him and the shaft slid in the cleft of his rear, feeling it pulse against his sensitive backside.

Despite the canine's recent orgasm, he wasted no time in lining up the tapered tip and pushing it past Mog's tailring. The smaller moogle opened his eyes wide then clenched them with a moan as he felt the length slide with ease into his body. When he felt the knot bump against his pucker he pushed back against the canine, feeling the bottom of his flannel shirt covered tummy brush the top of his rear.

"Heh, eager little thing, ain't ya?" The canine said as he rubbed the moogle's rear in his paw.

"And you?" Mog said as he looked back over his shoulder at the thighs visible below the divider. "An eager muzzle swallowing your cock and then an eager ass in less than a minute."

The only response he got was a swift smack on his rear that echoed off the walls and floor. The moogle yipped and then moaned. His partner gripped the stinging flesh roughly and pulled all but the tip out of him and then rammed back in. Mog leaned forward and arched his rear up, clawing at the floor and pushing back against the canine as he started to breed his tailhole.

As the canine worked up a steady and well practiced pace, Mog shifted himself so that he was resting his head on his left forearm and reaching beneath him with his right paw to tug on his own member. Mog couldn't help but wonder how often the guy working his rear had done it because despite his average sized member, he seemed to be experienced, hitting all of the right places.

Curling his toes up as he felt the canine's knot swell a bit more against him, the moogle decided to get that length in him a bit deeper. Pushing his rear back as the canine thrust into him, the body-on-body impacts sounded through the confined space. It wasn't long before Mog's muscle ring got the hint that something larger was about to come in and it relaxed enough for the bulbous knot to slide past it.

With a sharp gasp from Mog and a throaty groan from the canine, the two became tied together beneath the bathroom stall. He squeezed his member with his paw and the base of the canine's with his tailring. It wasn't long before the canine started to lightly buck his hips again. The moogle giggled and looked back at the the canine's midsection that he could see grinding against him. "Pull it out."

"What?" The canine asked confused.

"Pull it out and push it back in."

"I'll tear you up." The canine said with genuine concern.

"Trust me." Mog said with a giggle.

He could feel the canine's apprehension in his movement as he eased back and the knot tugged against the muscle ring. Deciding to give him a little encouragement, Mog eased forward pulling away from the tie. The tugging was almost at the point of being uncomfortable when the knot suddenly slid out of his rear with an audible pop. The canine yipped in surprise and then let out a deep, throaty moan. Wasting no time, the moogle pushed back against the knot once more and nearly forced it back in by himself. The canine took his hint and thrust forward, tying his knot inside Mog's hole again.

The two didn't take long to get in sync, Mog pulling and pushing in time with the canine. The bulb slid in and out of the entrance over and over with loud and lewd noises the suction and void created with the canine panting heavily and grunting while the moogle cooed softly and moaned.

As the sounds of their raw fucking reverberated through the whole of the restroom the two in the carnal act heard, "Oh, fuck yeah!" from the canine's original partner who was obviously enjoying their show as Mog had while they were engaged. Mog actually took a break from his lustful and approving praise of his partner to chuckle at the excitement of the onlooker.

The owner of the knot and shaft fucking him didn't make it easy to stay distracted for long however. The canine was pumping his backside in earnest as hard as he could. It was obvious to the moogle that he brought something to the table that no bottom ever had before for his distinct canid anatomy, and he was determined to make it enjoyable.

Mog stroked himself as fast as he could. He tweaked his head with his thumb and index finger with a practiced twist of his wrist when the slid over the flared glans. The combination of the bulbous knot pressuring his prostate and his own pawing technique pushed him rapidly toward the edge again.

Mog felt his tailhole stretch again as it the knot rammed in, pulsed and throbbed. The canine left it firmly planted as a warm jet of cum shot with pleasantly noticeable force into the moogle's backside as his claws dug into the flanks of his rear. Mog heard the canine grunt as he had earlier while the smaller moogle moaned and caught his own orgasm in his paw, spraying cum all over his paw and finger pads.

He felt the canine continue ride it out as every pulse of his heart, throb of his cock and jet of his cum radiated around the muscle ring outward through his entire body as the copious amounts of anonymous semen continue to pour into him. Mog panted as he took his paw off his member and brought it to his muzzle. He took a moment to inhale the scent of his own cum before lapping at it, licking his paw all over until he'd eaten all of the evidence.

Mog giggled as he heard cries of an autoerotic orgasm raising up from two stalls away. The show was apparently good enough. Mog smiled and sighed contently as he braced his paws under him. With a held inhale to prepare himself he pulled his body forward until the knot tugged at his tailring. He moaned at the feel of the large bulbous knot barely holding inside of him. He heard the fucker whine as the tugging became briefly uncomfortable before the combination of the cum slick passage and pulling away pulled out with a very wet and lewd popping-slurp.

Mog giggled loudly in a giddy and almost girlish way as the canine's cock voided his body and the cum that the knot had dammed inside of him began to trickle out of his pucker, down his crack, between his cheeks and eventually over his furred sack. He looked back under the divider to see his partner collapse onto his rear and he heard him sigh a very contentedly.

The moogle eased himself up and rose to his feet. Gathering his boxers from the crumpled pile of pants pushed against the wall, he put his feet in the legs and pulled them up. Afterward he stepped into his pants and pulled them up, slipped his boots back on and fastened his belt, making sure that his recent acquisition was secured as well as it could be in the fabric. He picked up his off duty pistol from the tank and secured it in the paddle holster on his belt, concealing it by pulling his loose fitting shirt over the grip and zipping his jacket.

With a smile he opened the lock and pushed the door open. Before he got to the sinks he heard, "Can I get your number?" From the middle stall. Mog giggled and shook his head. He turned to the stall door and clacked the tips of his claws againt the enameled wood.

"'Tell you what." Mog said as he leaned up against the door. "I'll be at the Cabaret at eight tonight. You really want to see me again, just head there." Mog looked over at the farther stall. "That goes for you too, cutie."

Mog turned around and walked back to the sinks and washed his paws. He left the two in the restroom as he left, never having seen their faces and vice versa. It was just the start of Mog's day, however. He'd picked up a detail with T.J, Walsh and Carson to go do a sting at one of the local adult arcades. If the two, (or three,) were to actually meet again, the circumstances might not be so messy, but no less fun for the moogle. Mog giggled to himself again as he walked out of the door with a pleasantly sore tailhole and cum dampened fur on his rear. It was going to be a good day.

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This is a work of fiction and meant for making messy keyboards only. I do not condone illicit, hot, nasty, gay public sex or baiting for entrapment later in the day. Any similarities to persons or events are coincidental and have nothing to do with that time I went to work with a nice and sore knot-fucked tailhole and load of stranger cum dripping from my ass.

Seriously, a little fun isn't worth the job ... for the most part.