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A Sticky Situation

"I'm just saying, there's some ice cream flavors that shouldn't exist... Like, in japan there is ketchup flavored ice cream! Who eats that kind of thing?" The husky boy asked as he took a long lick off his vanilla-flavored ice cream cone and followed a small turn along the walkway of the park. His grip tightened slightly on the hand folded in his fingers, squeezing the furry, wriggling fingers before they broke free and pointed at him.

"You're just scared of trying all the weird flavors!" The golden mutt claimed, smirking at him with a cheeky glint in her emerald green eyes.

"Uh... Nooooo. I'm noooot," the husky replied playfully as they made it to a nice, little secluded area. It was still pretty much in the open, but the main jogging trail no longer brought sweaty visitors rushing past them huffing to the tunes of Miley Cyrus and Daft Punk in their earbuds. The pavement curved where they were, dipping towards a line of trees that shaded it from the summer afternoon sun while a massive, flat rock perched near the edge of the elevated path that wove up a series of rolling hills to look out over the rest of the path below, still weaving upwards.

"I just don't get it. I mean, bubblegum is a nice flavor, and so is strawberry, chocolate... B-b-but ketchup?" He said with a little laugh.

She glared at him, though with no true malice. "One bad flavor doesn't prove your point! What about Strawberry Butter!? Hmm? Andrew's just had that flavor last week and even though it sounds gross, it was very good! Rich, but good!" She argued, referencing the local ice cream shop they'd stopped at before their walk, supplying him with his simple, classic cone and her with her raspberry sherbet swirled into a raspberry cheesecake themed shake turned into a malt topped with whipped cream and raspberry drizzle. "And red bean, that's weird but good! Green tea? I've had ice cream with bourbon and corn flakes! Cereal milk ice cream, chai tea, draft beer..." She listed off unusual flavors for a good minute before pausing with a small nod, "So, to say that certain flavors shouldn't exist is just wrong! Because you've got to have some bad flavors if you're going to end up with all those good ones!"

"I heard they have horse meat in Kyoto... I'm just saying, they're taking it too far," the male said with a playful poke at her nose, making her forehead crinkle with lines. "I don't have anything against weird flavors... But some things just aren't designed to be turned into ice cream"

"Maybe not, but if they hadn't tried and failed with gross flavors: meat and ketchup, then how could they stumble on all the good ones?" She pointed out, giving him a stern, unwavering look of the truly pigheaded.

"Well... I think... I think some flavors are better left untried. Others, however..." He said before pulling her from the back of the head into a massively romantic smooch. His lips started softly against her own before his tongue danced over her lips and wrestled with her own between their mouths, swapping the lingering flavors of their ice creams between the kiss. Leaning into him, the shorter girl stepped up onto her tiptoes to cling onto the kiss until it broke apart gently, each participant lingering on the others lips before finally pulling back. "Others you have to enjoy whenever you can... Special little flavors," he said with a wink and an affectionate ruffle at her ears, making them twitch against the top of her blonde hair.

Taking a slow breath, the canine shook her head for a moment before glaring up at him, "Kissing me does not win you an argument, Mister!" She swatted at his thigh before bumping her hip to his own. "In fact, I think kissing me instead of truly responding is a forfeit!"

The male jumped to the side, making her bump seem much more powerful than it really was. The fresh grass underneath his feet cushioned him, and he quickly looked at the puppy. The gentle summer breeze sent her hair into waves in that adorably cute manner he'd grown to love, and he had to use his entire willpower to not pounce her right then.

"Hey, I replied... That just means someone was too distracted to think of a comeback. And I know just how to distract this particular puppy," he told her before leaning in for a kiss. As soon as she closed her eyes for it, however, he quickly grabbed some of his ice cream on his finger and gently, but playfully smeared it on her nose, giggling a little. She always fell for that one.

"Eep!" She yelped in response to the sudden wetness on her nose. Her head shook side to side suddenly in an attempt to remove it before she wiped at her face with her wrist, rubbing the ice cream off and into her fur. "That was evil!"

Her eyes narrowed into little strips, her tail lashed behind her energetically, and one paw twitched against the ground before she sprung forward, grabbing his hips and pushing him backwards further onto the grass while her one free hand crawled up his side to his armpit, searching for a ticklish spot. "I won't have your crime go unpunished!" She yipped, leaning her lips against his neck with playful nips while her fingers tickled into his armpits.

"Aaah! Nu nu nuuuu!!!" The husky squealed before a laughing fit took him over and forced him into bursts of squirming in an attempt to defend himself. His ice cream almost fell down, but by some miracle of physics it remained on top of the cone long enough for the male to pin down the puppy.

"Gotcha!" He proclaimed as he pounced her, pressing her back against the fresh, soft grass. He was bigger and had absolutely no problem with holding her down, even as she thrashed goofily beneath him. That, and, he harbored the suspicion that this was actually a position she enjoyed being in. His nose was mere inches away from hers, and he gave her a playful lick.

"Whatcha gonna do now?" He asked with a teasing grin, looking right at her bright, green eyes. The ice cream cone was just by his cheek, so close... And just close enough for the mutt to lean forward, tongue extended, and lick up the side of the simple cone with a dramatic slurping sound.

"Mm! Yummy!" She crooned, playfully smirking as her eyes narrowed into a dramatic, little glare. "I bet you're too grossed out to eat it now, aren't you? You're too squeamish!"

The male looked at the cone and then at the puppy, wondering privately how to reply to her challenging tease. Then, he took a quick look around the area. A couple barbecued side by side a couple hundred feet away, not a single jogger graced the path with their sweating frames, and a single, lonely kayaker in the lake finalized their company. Still holding the puppy down against the grassy floor, he flashed a big, mean grin.

"Oh yeah?" He asked as moved the ice cream cone away. She couldn't see it anymore, but she could feel what he was doing. The light lift of her skirt... The two fingers pulling her panties to the side... And then, all of a sudden, cold. Lots of cold against her sex.

"Eep!" The girl's yip echoed once again in the open air of the path before she writhed back, trying to escape the sudden rush of stimulation tinglingly freezing her sex. "What are you doing? What do you think you are doing, you evil doggy?! Don't put my pussy on ice!? It's not a drink! I am not whiskey or whatever!" Babbling madly, the girl squirmed side to side, grabbing at the grass with dramatic mewls of woe.

He chuckled some, loving how she squirmed and pretended to be mad at him with the narrowing of her eyes and the slant of her forehead in, wrinkling it. He could see a little glint in her eyes however, giving away her true feelings. He pulled out the ice cream cone, looking at the side he had pressed against her intimacy. It looked slightly melted from the heat of her groin, and in a rather comical turn of events had acquired the rough shape of the puppy's nether regions, mimicking the folds of her sex. Taking his time, he dragged a long lick over the dairy product, slurping eagerly as the vanilla flavors starkly contrasted her musky aroma.

"You were saying something about being squeamish, pup?" He teased in a low growl, a thick and lusty voice that let her know that he desired her, and that almost nothing would stop him from claiming her as his on that very patch of grass where she laid out, splayed in the exact position she'd tumbled into from his attack with her legs spread still, forgotten open. The pink of her sex stared up at the open air, the folds partly parted from her spread legs, showing the glistening wetness of ice cream and arousal on the sensitive flesh.

His rough voice, the arousal that tainted every word, turned the girl's cheeks a bright pink beneath the soft golden shade of her fur. Heat radiated out from the smooth covering and made the furs glow with a rosy hue, exposing the stain of the blush even through her fur. Her mouth opened to respond and return his tease, but she stammered and tripped over the words. "I..I.." Instead, her hips gave a small squirm, rolling her pussy up towards him like a silent plea while two, rounded green eyes stared up at him, waiting.

"I..I want more proof." She finally added with a swallow, once again rolling up with a clearer message of desire. "Prove you're not squeamish."

He blushed back. He could tell by her disposition that she wanted it, she desired him and his member taking her right there, without any regards to public decency. He, too, was a bright pink and had a needy look on his face.

"I'll arrange something for that... Need to get a good exposure to cooties first if we're gonna measure my squeamishness factor..." He remarked, although his voice didn't sound nearly as dominant or rough as before.

"Hold this for me, will ya?" He asked, before placing the ice cream cone between her breasts. The bra helped keep it in place with surprising stability, and the slight tilt made the melting treat drip some cold vanilla love over her breasts as he quickly shuffled down, gazing upon her sex. He always liked to take a couple extra seconds just to look at that gorgeous set of lips, puffy and eager, and the soft pink treasure they hid for him.

Her eyes peered over the mess of her breasts, growing increasingly worse with the dribbling tip of the ice cream tucked between them. Over the ridge of the soft, cream-spotted mounds, she could see the other canine gazing between her thighs, the intense stare making her flush and squirm shyly. Her legs closed his view shyly, then parted again eagerly to flash him her parting lower lips.

"Come onn! You're gonna make a huge mess!" She mewled, eagerly straining her hips up to try and grind up to his nose. As if on cue, the side of the ice cream cone, melting in the sun, suddenly slide off completely and pooled on the side of her tit before sloping down in an avalanche.

"Pooch!"

"Oh shush, pup. I only have one tongue," he scolded playfully, taking a long and teasy lick out of the puppy's intimacy, making sure she knew he was savoring her taste. It was palatable, to say the least, and he found that tangy tingling identified her uniquely as his puppy. Then, noticing her needy whimpers and her eager hips movements, he smiled a little.

"Well, you seem to be alright down here... Besides, don't want to get your cute, little fur in sticky clumps if that thing dries out..." He said in a low and very sexy voice that rumbled near her thigh where his lips hovered. The mere brush of his mouth on her thigh brought a quiver out of the girl, only deepening the blush staining her cheeks. He slowly crawled up, body still between her legs, until he could press his cold nose against hers, just like he did every time he was about to kiss her. Her eyes tipped in to look at him with his nose mashed to her, peering into his green eyes that mirrored her own.

But this time, he avoided her lips and went straight for her breasts, starting to lick off the ice cream. He knew he was teasing, he could feel her body grow warm in need and lust as she begged silently for his intimate soothing... And yet he denied her such pleasure for a bit longer, eagerly cleaning up his pup's breasts of molten goodness, careful to avoid her nipples or pleasing her too much. The little nubs pleaded with him to be touched. They throbbed in the air, pulsing with the cool breeze of the outside environment surrounding them. His groin kept out of range of her eager hips, pulling back ever so slightly whenever she pushed on hers to try and get some contact to her itching sanctuary.

Her lips parted with the drawn out tease, a long, desperate whine warbled out from her muzzle before it shut again with a huff of air through her nose. "Gods," She groaned, voice gruff with her own building excitement that sat deep in her groin, lighting a fire beneath her. "You are such a tease." A audible pout tainted her words, complaining as her hips tried weakly to press to him again while she watched his tongue lapping over her breasts. Her thighs trembled, trying instead to relieve some of the pressure herself with little contractions of her lower muscles.

"I'm going to get you back for this," She added in a tight, huffing voice as a paw crawled up, grabbing for his groin with a little squeeze. Her fingers darted over his pants, searching for the best grip on the package inside the teasing wrapping. "I'm going to get you in a compromising position and I'll tease and tease and tease until you beg...Every second you torture me, I'll add two to how long I'm going to build you up towards orgasm. I'll add another time I'll get you to the brink, throbbing between my lips, leaking onto my tongue, smearing pre on the roof of my mouth...and then another time I'll pull back and stop and leave you wanting."

James looked at her unfazed. He knew her better... She had a lot of bark, but she was enjoying this treatment too much to actually do something about it. She was now mostly clean, her breast fur glistening only with his saliva and slight traces of vanilla goodness.

"Puppy..." He said as if he was going to say something, then fumbled around with his free paw. She couldn't see what he was doing, but it became pretty evident as she felt him lean in and whisper in her ear.

"Shush" he whispered seductively, while she felt the unexpected fullness that accompanies being impaled by a lover's shaft. His jeans, the kind that traded the loud zipper for silent buttons, had been the perfect ally for a stealth insertion into the puppy, who was now being rutted by the fully clothed male on top of her, right there in the public park. He didn't hesitate to go all the way inside her, balls gently brushing her tailhole as he felt her cervix hold his tip from going into her womb.

The canine's mouth dropped opened into O as she suddenly felt herself stretching around the male's shaft, clamping down around him with needy clenching. A hoarse gasp puffed from her lips before her hips gave a tiny roll forward and the gush of air formed into a moan.

"J-James.." She mewled, giving him a pleasure-addled look with both her green eyes wide while her lips hung open in a whimpering circle. Her eyes saw behind him, to the open backdrop to the path behind them, winding down the hill they'd walked up.

"We could be caught at any second.." She whispered, flushing and shivering slightly at the mere thought, though she didn't continue with any true complaint in the matter, but instead added in a hushed tone: "And you feel amazing."

He leaned over her, nuzzling her cheek gently at the cute admittance, "And so do you, naughty puppyduppy."

The golden canine's hips bucked up, pushing him deeper into her with impatient whines. "We can't be here all day, poochy!" She demanded, hooking a hand into his shirt to pull him down to kiss him again. She could taste the vanilla on his tongue along with the earthy spice of her own sex dancing amongst his own flavor. Her tongue traced his lip, begging to deepen the kiss into a long french, tongues tangled between their parted muzzles. While their mouths embraced, her hips ground up to his eagerly, encouraging with every thrust that rocked their bodies together, kissing his plump knot up to her pussy lips.

With a sudden, hilting thrust, their kiss broke apart with a little howl from the canine, her cheeks flushing red before she bit at her lip. In the distance, the barbecuing couple briefly glanced up, but didn't notice the two mating amongst the backdrop of trees. The husky chuckled, running his tongue up the noisy girl's neck and nosing into her fur. He breath in her scent, the musky smell of need before nipping at her ear, "You're a naughty, noisy puppy." He teased, loving how his voice made her squirm beneath him and tremor around his cock like an oversized, vibrating cock sleeve.

"Yes you are...You're a naughty puppy! Mating out here in the open! Where anyone could walk by and see us! Naughty, naughty puppy!" She whined, grabbing for his lips and kissing him again with enough passion to shut him up. Then, she rolled them over, riding over his lap. The smacking of their hips filled the quiet afternoon air while she rolled her shirt up from the bottom, pulling a palm to a furred breast. His thumb stroked through the short fuzz of her tit, teasing the nipple to a firm nub.

She mewled, muffling the sound into her lips as one of his hands teased her breasts, swapping between one and the other while the other hand dropped between her thighs, rubbing to the little pleasure button that was her clit. Every pass of his circling thumb made her moan, a faint sound blooming around them along with the wet noises of their mating that already filled the air. Not just sounds, but scents filled the air. The thick musk of the husky made a smoke around them while the puppies sweeter tang added to it, eau to canine fucking.

"A-ah! Poochy!" The girl yipped, pushing down to his knot impatiently, eager to push down on the growing, swollen bulge. He looked up at her, her exposed chest against a backdrop of sunny, blue sky and a dopey smiled covered his face. Then, with a sudden shudder over his lap, the mutt let her tongue flop out of her mouth with a face of delight ecstasy, both eyes closed while she sunk down on his cock with a slow steady pace and focused on his touch.

Smirking evilly, the husky bucked up hard, snapping her tongue back into her mouth with a loud yip! "Evil!" She demanded, though she help keep up the new pace and roughness, slapping them together with a new, needy intensity that soon has his cock twitching, drooling precum into the girl's passage and leaking out to ooze around his knot. "Mmph...Poochy..." She whimpered, one of her hands moving to balance herself on his chest while her breasts jiggled and bounced against his hand. Her cheeks were burning red, flushed with arousal. "Poochy..I'm so close."

"Oh? Is puppy needy? Does puppy want release?" He teased, knowing the answer from the way she writhed when he said her name. From the little crinkle by her shut eyes and the whimpering breaths that left her lips with every grind down his length. He bucked up to her harder, feeling his shaft twitch and ache needily, skimming the edge right along with her. The extra speed had them both teetering together at the rim of orgasm.

"Mmm...poochy...Are you going to cum for me? I want you to cum for me. I need you to cum for me." Her tunnel tightened, squeezing and milking his cock in time with her works while her hips bounced and grinded down over his length, pushing the knot into her sex and popping it back out, squeezing and teasing the sensitive base of his shaft. "Cum for me, poochy? Fill me up?" Her eyes looked down at him, pleading, her body quivering and needy.

"P-please?!" Then, his hand grabbed onto her hip, the other one keeping up on her clit. He bucked up as she came down, pushing the knot to her tight snatch. Her pussy strained, stretching against the fat, already expanding girth. His orgasm was seconds away, the knot got bigger with every second. Then, PoP! Her pussy dropped over him with a rush of heat, then her walls began to contract and spasm with the jolt of his knotting.

"Poochy! Please cum for me!" She squealed, her orgasm stealing her voice just as the first spurt of cum left his tip, spraying her insides white while she clutched to his chest. Hushed, muffled moans swapped between the tight embrace while pleasure rolled over them in harsh waves. A little grunt left the husky while the mutt twitched and whined for minutes before she finally slumped into his chest.

Then, it began to fade into the warm haze of their afterglow. Both had their eyes closed, basking in the release and the heat of the afternoon sun arching across the sky before suddenly, they heard a clap. Then, another.

Looking up, a lynx stood on the pavement of the path, watching them with his fangs jutting out from a lewd smile. "Great show. Great show!" Both the canines flushed a dark red, though with the knot they could even redress only fidget to cover themselves as much as possible, waiting for the feline to continue on his way. Instead though, he didn't budge.

In fact, he took a step closer. Close enough that they could see the tent in the front of the feline's trouser. His eyes flicked down their bodies, just reminding them of the compromising situation they were in. "You know, this is a bit comprising for the both of you. Isn't it? I mean, you could say, that you're both..." He paused, that grin letting his fangs glint in the sun while he looked down at their fur, mused with a mixture of ice cream, sweat, juices mixed and leaked from their crotches. Then, he met their eyes again. "You're both in a bit of a sticky situation"