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The summer air hummed with the sounds of cicadas reverberating from the trees. It was a hot evening, thick with humidity that hung in the air and the fur of everyone who was in the park that day. Luke sat panting on a park bench near one of the water fountains, watching the jets of water splashing into the pool of the fountain and wishing that the water of the fountain wasn't so warm. If the water had been cooler he might have opted for a quick and discrete dip in the fountain to cool down. He had chosen to walk home from dinner, and the heat had gotten to him quicker than he'd imagined. It was nearing 6 o'clock but the temperature was still in the mid nineties, and the humidity made it feel much hotter. He was taking a quick break, as the heat had winded him and he felt a bit heavy after eating.

To make matters worse, he had chosen a poor place to rest. This was because his bladder had gotten considerably more full as he walked, despite sweating slightly. The burbling sounds of the water feature was not making it fun for him to hold in his piss. He couldn't see a public restroom anywhere in the distance, and his home was still nearly a mile away. The other believed he could hold it that long, but wasn't sure if he wanted to walk that far with an aching bladder. Luke looked around at the surrounding trees, and was fairly certain that he could slip into the woods to relieve himself. However, his underlying sense of decency reminded him that if he were to get caught relieving himself in a public park he could find himself in a heap of trouble. The thought of that kept him from getting up and wandering toward the edge of the woods.

Despite the strong desire to urinate, Luke couldn't make himself get up from the bench. He had grown slightly more comfortable in his spot, feeling his meal sitting in his belly heavily and keeping him rooted in place. But the longer he waited, his bladder grew more impatient. He let his paw wander down to his crotch to hold himself, not caring much to necessarily hide what he was doing from any passerbys. It wasn't a necessarily lewd gesture, and unless a person were to look directly at his crotch it wouldn't be too obvious that he was grabbing himself. He squirmed a little in his seat, knowing that he didn't have much time before this was going to be an issue. After a while, the otter had waited too long, and was acutely aware that if he were to try to get home without relieving himself he wouldn't have much choice in the matter. He'd likely make it halfway home before pee began to pour into his pants without any decision on his end.

Luke squirmed on the bench for five minutes or so before he came to the conclusion that he either needed to go now, or he wouldn't have a choice. He knew that if he stood, it would pour down his legs and get his fur wet, and possibly cause a scene as he pissed himself very obviously in public. There weren't many people around, but the sight of a slim otter shaking and audibly soaking his shorts would surely gain some attention. He began to plot how he would relive his bladder discretely, without having to release his entire bladder. The otter looked around as casually as he could to be sure no one was looking in his direction, and did his best to discretely maneuver his cock so that it was aimed downward toward a slit in the bench. He wouldn't risk exposing himself, but a small wet patch would have to be an accepted cost he thought. The otter let out a small sigh, and relaxed his bladder as lightly as he could. He jerked softly as a quick spurt of hot pee soaked into his underwear and shorts. It didn't drip out through the slit in the bench, but he could feel it pool slightly under his rump before soaking into the fur. Another spurt made its way out of him without much though on his end, his muscles contracted almost on their own. A longer stream of piddle dampened his pants and this time a small stream went into the grass below him. He felt small drips splash his legfur, but there was no obvious puddle below him yet.

Luke moaned slightly at the sensation. Both relieving himself, and the feeling of doing something naughty had elicited that moan, and he once again looked around to be sure no one was looking his way. Upon seeing that no one was looking at him, he let out an intentionally long stream, hearing it splash slightly on the grass below him with a splattering sound. He inspected the damage on his pants, and saw that his crotch was mostly dry. The fabric between his legs was a bit darker than the surrounding fabric, and was positive that his rump was a similar sight, but the relief that he felt made him care very little for the state of his pants. He shook with another involuntary contraction of his bladder, and he let out another thick stream for nearly five seconds. His leg fur was splattered once again with his hot piss, and he shuddered pleasurably at the feeling.

Luke figured that if he didn't need to pee so badly that he would be visibly aroused from what he was doing. Lucky for him, his intense need to relieve himself kept his dick soft enough to do the task. He figured that he would likely need to wait a while after he'd finished so that he wasn't walking through the park with an obvious erection. He waited another thirty seconds before letting out another stream, this time not bothering to hold back much. His shorts were already fairly soaked, he figured, so there was no point in holding it in anymore. The pleasure of the release had intoxicated him so much that his original plan to only let out enough to get him home went out the window. He was too far in now to worry about how soaked his pants got. After one final involuntary contraction, he relaxed his bladder fully and let his stream go on uncontrollably. He could hear the splattering sound of his stream splashing into the puddle he'd made below him in the grass. Despite the sound and sight of a fully grown otter wetting his pants being fairly conspicuous, no one looked his way that he could see.

"Well now, looks like you sprung a leak," a voice called from behind Luke. He jerked upright, very aware of what he'd done and his heart sank. He turned slowly to face the voice, shaking slightly with nerves. Instead of the grumpy face of a police officer, or a disapproving glare from a parent, he was greeted with the smirk of a female hyena. She was dressed in a running bra and a pair of rather short running shorts. Luke looked meekly up at her, knowing that her canid nose could easily pick up on the scent of what he'd just done.

"Errr...Yeah. I have a bit of trouble holding it sometimes," he lied, wondering how he could make his escape before she got his name, or maybe his picture. He wasn't sure if wetting his pants in public was a crime, but he didn't want to hang around to find out. The hyena kept grinning, though. She didn't seem like she was too concerned about standing less than a foot away from the puddle Luke had just made below him. In fact, he thought, she had no real reason to have come up from behind him to begin with. She could have just as easily confronted him from the front, and prevented him from running away if she chose. But she seemed perfectly happy standing mere inches away from a puddle of his pee.

"Poor guy. I know how that can go," she said slyly, her grin still spread wide across her face. Luke did his best not to stare, but with her crotch at about the same level of his face he could see the bulge of her pseudopenis twitching slightly in her tight running shorts. He knew that certain female hyenas had a strange set of equipment, and it had intrigued him in the past. Being this close to it in person was too much for him to ignore, especially the way it seemed to be twitching. It was almost as if she was getting erect.

"It's not polite to stare," she said flatly, without losing the smirk on her face.

"Sorry," Luke muttered, quickly diverting his eyes away from her crotch.

"It's not polite, but I didn't say you had to stop," she said with a small laugh. The bright sound of her hyena cackle made the fur on the back of Luke's neck stand upright somewhat. He wondered what the hyena had meant, but before he could give it much thought she made her way around to sit next to him on the bench. Without saying a word, she reached a paw into his crotch and squeezed gently.

"Hmmm," she hummed out loud "not bad. I've felt bigger, but I think you'll do," she said, almost as if she wasn't even speaking to the otter. Luke looked at her quizzically, unsure of what to do next. In terms of public indecency, he currently didn't have much of a leg to stand on, but outside of bars he wasn't used to having his crotch grabbed so audaciously.

"What are you doing?" he asked cautiously. Despite his hesitation, he could feel his cock swelling in his pee soaked shorts. The combination of wetting himself and being groped by a stranger was too much for that part of him to not be excited. The hyena's smirk somehow got even wider when she felt his cock swelling in her paw.

"I'm squeezing your cock," she said bluntly, as casually as if she had told him the time. Luke gaped at her brazen comment, and looked around to be sure that no one had overheard or was looking. To his surprise, they were mostly unnoticed. Some people had glanced their way from a distance, but they were too far to see much so it didn't seem like they were aware of what was going on.

"And why are you doing that?" he hissed. It wasn't an angry his, just a result of him trying to pitch his voice low, and the heavy breathing from his arousal forcing his words out harshly.

"Simply put," the hyena said in her calm tone "I'm in heat, and the sight of a cute little otter like you soaking his shorts put me in the mood." She nearly purred as she slide closer to him. She brought the paw that had been squeezing his groin to her nose, and breathed in a deep sniffing breath. Her shorts seemed to bulge outward slightly as she let out a moan. "You smell good," she cooed.

"Thanks, I guess," Luke mumbled, feeling his own erection tenting his soaked pants. Before he had time to ask another question, the otter felt himself being hoisted up by his underarm. The hyena woman had stood, and brought him up along with her. She began walking along, dragging him by the arm as one might see someone tug a stubborn child. Luke stumbled to keep up, but eventually caught pace with her and walked briskly with her.

"Where are we going?" Luke asked, not bothering to question why they were going anywhere together in the first place. His arousal, and the forceful nature of a hyena in heat didn't leave him much room to protest.

"I know a little spot in the woods that I sometimes go when I can't wait to get home," the woman explained as they left the concrete path and started toward a patch of woods.

"Can I at least get your name before you drag me into the woods?" The pee soaked otter asked as he walked along with her.

"I'm Trisha," she said, then turned to show Luke the same smirk he'd seen earlier. "Why, you wanna know what to scream out while I fuck you?" she purred. Luke let out some kind of choking noise. Her brazen sexuality had yet to fail to surprise him. His cock twitched in his pants from the comment, and he could feel the wet fabric of his underwear clinging to his balls. A few drops of cold pee dripped from his legs as they walked, and he shivered as he felt some of them land on his legs. The summer heat had taken a back seat in his mind, and was no longer aware of how stifling the air was.

The two of them crashed through a slightly overgrown path in the woods. It was apparent that people would sometimes come this way, but it was not a heavily trafficked area of the woods. It was not part of any of the trails that the park maintained, and Luke wondered if anyone but Trisha ever went this way. They walked for roughly a quarter mile until they came to a small clearing in the woods. There was a patch of lush, green grass covering nearly ten feet in diameter of the clearing. The canopy of the trees let in a small amount of sunlight, but it was mostly shaded and a good ten degrees cooler. Before he could say a word, Trisha had stripped her pants and tossed them haphazardly to her side. Luke couldn't help but stare at her crotch. A lengthy pseudopenis stood erect between her legs. It was a dark charcoal grey, nearly black, and to his embarrassment her length appeared to have nearly an inch on his own.

"Like what you see, cutie?" Trisha asked, her hyena cackle hanging lightly on her words. Luke just nodded, unable to speak. His curiosity had finally been sated. He unabashedly gazed between her legs, taking in the sight of what appeared to be a dick with no balls. It didn't look quite like any dick he'd seen before, but it wasn't far off.

"Good," she said shortly before roughly pushing Luke to the ground. He landed on his back painlessly, the soft grass breaking his fall. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he got a chance to speak Trisha put a paw on his chest. "Glad you like how it looks, but we'll have to see how you think it feels," she said with her hyena's cackle dripping from her words. Luke clamped his mouth shut, and felt his cock twitch in his shorts once again. He nodded, and watched as Trisha leaned down to remove his wet shorts and underpants, leaving him nude from the waist down. He still had a slightly sweaty t-shirt on, but his erection was clearly visible now. His balls hung loosely and damp between his legs.

"Uncut..." Trisha muttered, looking pleased about this fact. Luke simply laid back, waiting to see what the seductress would do next. Almost as if she were answering his unspoken question, she pointed her "cock" at his chest. Trisha let out a dramatic sigh, and began to piss on his chest. Luke let out an involuntary moan as the warm stream splattered on to his chest, soaking his t shirt and underlying fur. Trisha cut the stream off after a few seconds, then motioned for Luke to get on his knees. He obeyed without question, and instinctively opened his muzzle.

"Good boy," Trisha purred as she pulled the otter's head forward, and thrust her length into his mouth. She let out another sigh as a second stream began to fill Luke's mouth, and he struggled to understand what she was doing until it was dripping out of his muzzle and on to his shirt. He caught on after a brief moment, and quickly began to drink her piss thirstily. He swallowed needily around her lady dick, then pulled his head back in an "I need air" motion. Trisha obliged, but continued her stream. She aimed it as his chest while Luke regained his breath, but after a few beats she aimed the stream back at his face. The hyena soaked his face fur readily, and Luke felt her piss dripping down his body and soaking into his brown fur.

"Never seen a boy with such pretty blue markings for me to piss on," Trisha said with her same cackling voice, admiring the otter's blue stripes and rings that stood out in his fur. Her own fur was fairly standard for a hyena, except for her spots which were a shade of red that stood out from her tan fur. Her mane was the same color of her spots, and seemed rather ragged as if she had neglected to style it for the day.

Luke opened his muzzle to thank Trisha for the perceived compliment, but before he could speak he caught a mouthful of her musky piss, and kept it open to catch the rest. He reached a paw down to stroke himself while he swallowed the last few spurts of her piss. Trisha panted harshly as she squeezed out the last few drops of piddle, then plunged her hips forward to stuff her length back into Luke's muzzle. After overcoming the shock of the sudden invasion, Luke got into a rhythm of sliding his muzzle over her lady parts. Trisha thrust her hips gently in time with Luke's sucking, and she panted harshly with pleasure.

Eventually Trisha slid herself out of the otter's mouth, then forced him back to the ground. She quickly removed her sports bra, and tossed it in the direction of her running shorts. Luke looked up at the now fully nude hyena, her breasts bouncing slightly as she impatiently bounced on her feet. Her nipples were a darker brown than the surrounding fur of her breasts, and Luke appreciated them before she knelt down behind him. She gave him a stern look to let him know what was coming. He prepared himself as best as he could, and she pressed the tip of her extended clitoris to Luke's hole.

Luke hissed slightly as he felt the familiar sensation of being entered from behind. He did his best to relax around her cock, and after a few moments he was mostly ready. It wasn't the first time he'd be mounted without lube, but it was certainly the first time he'd be mounted by a female who wasn't wearing a strap on.

"You ready?" Trisha asked, though her question came out as more of a statement as she began to push herself into him. Luke nodded and let out a small moan as he felt Trisha sliding deeply into him. After a brief moment of feeling a thickening cock pushing its way into him, he felt a warm furred groin touch his hips and ass. He let out a small gasp, knowing that she had hilted herself in him. She seemed to wait and catch her balance before starting to thrust shallowly. Her momentum rocked him back and forth on the soft grass while she made high pitched whines of pleasure. Luke made his own pleasured sounds as the hyena bucked in and out of him. She eventually got a rhythm going that made it so she was nearly pushing her entire length in and out of him with each stroke.

After roughly two minutes, Luke felt the hyena shudder and she moaned loudly. He didn't feel the tell-tale twitching of a cock inside him that he would feel when a guy was coming inside of him, but he could tell that Trisha had cum nonetheless. Her scent radiated her climax. Trisha pulled out of him without fanfare, and then laid back on the grass next to him. She panted lightly, then turned to kiss him on his cheek.

"You're sweet," she cooed as she laid next to him, riding the afterglow of her climax. Luke tried to reply, but he was still feeling the effects of his own arousal. His cock twitched eagerly between his legs, wanting attention. Trisha seemed to take notice of this, then got back to her knees. "Looks like my work here isn't quite done."

Luke looked between the hyena's legs, and saw that Trisha's once rigid and protruding clitoris was now beginning to retract inside of her. He watched curiously until where a dick once had hung, a slick vaginal opening had seemed to appear from nowhere. Trisha swung her leg over Luke, and grabbed the twitching cock in front of her gently. She smirked down at the squirming otter, and guided it toward her pussy. Luke moaned as he felt her pull back his foreskin to reveal his sensitive head. She teased it lightly for a few moments, then pressed it to her slick slit. He nearly whined when Trisha lifted her hips ever so slightly to push them down, and push his length inside of her. If he hadn't known any better, Luke would have believed that she had always had a tight hole for him to fill.

"Now, I'll take care of you," she cooed down at him, and began to bounce gently on his groin. Luke began to buck his hips in time with her bouncing body, but she gave him a quick swat to the year and he stopped. "I told you," she said, almost annoyed "I'm taking care of you. I am FUCKING you. You're just a participant in my own sexual pleasure, got it?" she asked. Luke did not disagree with her, nor protest. He didn't mind who was in charge, so long as his cock was being squeezed by a warm slick hole that felt to him like it was made for his cock specifically. Her reversed pseudopenis gripped his own male length with a tightness that he hadn't felt before, and he was close to cumming within a minute. But Trisha seemed to sense this, and she slowed her pace.

"You don't get to cum until I get mine again, got it? I can't get off if you got a soft dick," she said, a growl creeping into her once soft voice. She bounced her hips slowly, teasing Luke with slow dragging squeezes of her sex gripping on his. The otter whined needily, but didn't dare disobey the hyena. He wasn't keen on arguing with a hyena in heat. So instead, he focused on keeping himself from spraying his load prematurely into her, but it was growing harder with each passing moment.

"Please..." Luke moaned, unsure of how much longer he'd be able to hold back. Trisha smirked down at him, her own peak near as well. She let her mouth curl into the smirk he'd already come to recognize, and he felt her begin to speed up again. Soon Trisha was bouncing on him viciously, and she was almost snarling as she rode him.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum!" Luke stuttered, trying to hold back, not wanting to get off before "she got hers" as Trisha had put it. But Trisha showed no signs of stopping. Instead, she manged to pick up her pace even further, and Luke couldn't hold back. He moaned loudly and began to shoot his load deep inside of her. His cock twitched violently as it unleashed his seed into the hyena. As if this was exactly what she wanted, Trisha got her second orgasm only a second after Luke had begun his. She let out another cackling howl as she came along with him, panting and bucking together in orgasm.

After their orgasms had died down to a pleasant afterglow, Trisha slid off of Luke, and the two laid next to one another in the soft grass. They laid there together for a few minutes, until Trisha stood up slowly. Luke's cum was still dripping out from her slit as she stood, and she ran a finger through her pussy to clean it up somewhat. She looked down at the otter, and licked her finger clean teasingly. She walked over to her pile of clothes, and bent down to pick them up, giving Luke a good view of her rump. He appreciated the muscular curves of her ass until she stood back up, and slid her running shorts up. Luke noticed that she had not been wearing panties, and had neglected to notice this fact the when she had originally taken her clothes off. He watched as she slide her sports bra back on, then she turned to face him.

"You gonna lay there all day, or are you going to get up?" Trisha asked with a small smirk, looking at the still half nude otter laying in the grass.

"My clothes are pretty much soaked. I think I better just lay around and let them dry," he replied, still mellow with his afterglow and not wanting to move much. That, and he genuinely didn't want to walk home with his clothes completely soaked with two different people's pee. He would no doubt smell like pee regardless of how dry the clothes were, but he could at least be less obvious about it.

"I suppose they are. Well I'll leave my number with your shorts then. After all, I'll probably be in heat for a little while longer. I may need another romp with a subby otter who pees in his pants," she cooed at him as she wrote her number on a slip of paper, then tucked it into a still dry pocket of the otter's pants. Luke watched as Trisha blew him a kiss, then walked away into the woods. He sighed, and let his eyes drift closed. He knew that he was exposed in a public park, despite it being an off-shoot trail, but couldn't find the effort to care about putting his shorts back on. For the time being, he would lay in the shade, and let out the rest of his bladder. He relaxed, sighed, and let out one final arcing stream of piddle that landed on his stomach. The cicadas were still humming in the trees, and Luke listened to them as he drifted into a light doze.