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[b][u][center]To Sex the Showers

For SirCharles

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Chris was fond of the showers at the local pool. The Doberman had enjoyed many a rendezvous there, and all of them the sort that ended mostly happily, often with the number of a new fuck-buddy, or at least the potential of one. Chris tended to find that they were less than spectacular once they had tasted her domination, so it was more fun to keep it to one-offs that happened more or less at random.

Today, she planned on taking it further. The heat already burning between her legs had her clenching her thighs together as she walked into the front room of the complex, and the clerk at the front desk must have noticed the way that she was grinding her thighs together while walking. The mouse looked up at her, cocking her head to the side.

“Bathroom, sir?"

Sir. Chris chuckled, shaking her head. Then again, with her flat chest and the fact that her nipples didn't show through the shirt she was wearing, no surprise that they were mistaking her for someone else.

“Nah. Just eager to get going."

“Alright. $5 please." Chris passed over the bill. “And do you need a lock for the locker?"

“No, thank you, I'm fine."

“No problem. Men's lockers are on the left."

Nodding, the Doberman took the turn indicated. She managed to keep from licking her lips until she had turned her back to the mouse, but no longer than that. The heat was getting stronger, and she needed to get something to relieve it, and soon. Fortunately, the male locker room would be perfect for that.

She loved it when the clerk mistook her gender. It was always a fun moment when someone else made a mistake and she got to play with it. Maybe it was something to do with being a Doberman and being able to stalk things. Maybe it was something about the fact that it allowed her to hunt her 'prey' with greater effectiveness. Whatever it was, it made her grin from the moment that she turned away from the mouse to the moment she entered the male locker room.

One sniff told her that the whole crowd was human at the moment. None of the musty smell of dogs or the bitter scent of cats, or the slight tang of mustelids and rodents. No, it was all human, and that was perfect for her.

None of the ones changing at the lockers gave her a second look. She was as flat as any of them, and that was all that mattered. As far as they were concerned, she was a fellow male, and they didn't care. She ambled along, making her way to one of the empty lockers.

As she pulled off her shirt, she felt an eye or two make its way over to stare at her. The two columns of nipples running down either side of her torso always got a little stare, something that was different, something that marked her as a person of interest. They ran all the way down to her crotch, really, but her pants blocked those for a few more seconds.

Then she shucked those off, keeping her legs crossed. As she bent over, she was sure that there were a few people staring at her ass.

[i]Heh, good luck, boys. You're not getting that, not today.[/i]

Shoving her stuff in the locker, she slammed the door shut. That was signal enough to the males around her, even the ones that were giving each other surreptitious handjobs around the locker walls. Every eye in the room turned to her, and she slowly spread her legs.

The feeling of her black, puffy fortune cookie of a pussy sliding into view was as erotic as ever, but so was the feeling of all the eyes in the room staring down at it. Human eyes that were used to human cunts were suddenly filled with the view of her puffy, backwards-facing pussy, something that was made to be bred by different shafts. Bestial shafts. Inhuman shafts. She slowly turned on her heel, walking with a sway that demanded attention, satisfied in the silence that she brought.

However, silence wasn't what she'd come for. She'd come for cock, and she needed plenty of it.

As she rounded the corner to look into the showers proper, she saw all sorts of humans. White, black, tanned, reddened from the sun, every shade that their pigment could cover. They were naked, showering off the chlorine or getting ready to head into it, and most of them were at least a little hard. Maybe from boobs in the pool, maybe from each other, but whatever it was, it didn't matter.

Chris walked up to the first one, dark-skinned and braided. She grabbed his cock by the base, turning him to face her. His eyes widened, particularly as he looked down and saw her sex. He opened his mouth, only for her to shush him with her other hand.

“Against the wall, human."

“Mmph."

She pushed, not harshly, but just enough to make sure that he knew who was in charge. Everyone else in the room turned to watch, their heads either cocked to the side in interest or turned away with amusement. Oh, the latter didn't know what was coming, but they'd learn.

Dropping her hand from his mouth to her pussy, she rubbed it until the juices started flowing. It didn't take much, particularly with the smell of warm bodies around her. It didn't get her going the way that the musk of a bunch of other dogs might have done, but it was enough. Her juices stained her fingers, and she brought the fragrant digits to the human's nose. He breathed in, and his cock came to life beneath her fingers.

“That's what I want, human. Now, back against the wall."

He did as he was told, and his cock throbbed up between her legs. She turned around, a practiced motion that she had done a few hundred times before – yes, she had been to the showers and the pool that many times – and she slid along it. Her pussy was puffy and wet and eager, and she managed to keep him pointed right at the perfect point of entry.

All the other humans were watching, some turning to give each other handjobs to the show, one starting to lick his lips at the sight of what she was about to do. [i]That[/i] one got to come over to her, summoned with a curled finger.

“Heh, you want some more human meat, bitch?" he asked.

“Oh, you think you're a tough guy?" Chris smirked as he walked up to her. She grabbed his balls, squeezing just enough to get him to gasp. “Think again. On your knees. I want that tongue on my pussy for as long as he's fucking me."

“Ah! You – Nnngh!"

“Now."

“Yes, ma'am!"

She gave him one more squeeze before putting him to work, sliding him down under her and between her legs. It didn't take long for her to feel the first few licks, tentative, then more eager as the pheromones down there got to work. They might not affect humans as much as they did other dogs, but they did enough to get the job done.

Lifting her hips ever so slightly, she felt the head of the dark guy's cock slide against her entrance, and she pushed back. The puffy sides of her pussy slid in, then pushed out as the head of his cock popped inside, and he gasped right off the bat, beating his hands against the tiled wall.

“Fuck…hot…"

“Yeah, we're hotter than humans. Get used to it. And try not to cum too quick."

Chris slammed her hips down, resting her hands on the back of the other human's head. It was easier to ride them this way, to grind back and take them against the wall. That, and it was easier to control them. Forward, back, forward, back, each roll of her hips giving her that burst of pleasure that she needed and that her heat demanded. She groaned under her breath, closing her eyes halfway as she enjoyed that fat dick punching further in as she rode it. The little tongue against her pussy wasn't bad, either, though that guy clearly didn't know what he was doing.

Her tail wagged against the other guy's belly, the nub too short to grip or he might have gotten himself into trouble. She rammed her hips back, feeling him gasp as she ground against the base of his cock. The whole thing was throbbing, twitching in her, and she growled under her breath.

“You better not cum."

“Nnngh."

“I'm serious, you better not – son of a cunt!"

The human came, alright, and she growled in annoyance. Sliding off of him as he was still spurting, she pushed the other human onto his back, straddling him and facing away for easier penetration.

“Alright, your turn. See if you can last longer."

“I don't know if – ah!"

“You better," she said, already riding him, slamming her hips down good and hard. She looked around the rest of the room, some of the humans looking at each other, some of them starting to inch towards the locker room. “Stay where you are, boys. I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied, and the sooner you do what I say, the faster that'll be."

“Uh, uh…"

“That's 'yes, mistress.'"

“Yes, mistress."

“Good. Now, HUMP!"

He did as he was told, at least, thrusting into her as she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. The rest of the locker room and showers were slowly losing the sense of shock that they had with her first arrival, but Chris was pretty sure that they still didn't get just how much she was going to need. She was here because of [i]heat,[/i] and that meant that she needed a lot more than they really would expect.

As she was fucked from below, taking it and squeezing on the human to make him feel a bit bigger in her, she looked around the room for her next prey. She'd want someone bigger than the shrimp under her. Oh, they were all willing, she could see that much, their cocks rising, but she wanted something good. Something to give her a bit of a stretch, someone that could go deeper than this guy could.

Maybe that guy in the corner, the one with his foreskin juuuuust starting to peel back. Yeah, he'd do.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Chris sneaks into the male locker room and starts looking for guys that might be able to start satisfying her heat. So far, no luck, but you never know...

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, femdom, mistaken identity, doberman, flatchested, flat-chested, human, heat, wet, canine anatomy, locker room, femdom, oral, vaginal, cum, orgasm, riding, annoyance, exhibitionism, casualness, extreme casualness, confidence,