The Bench
When a fancy glory hole doesn't go quite right, but ends very sweetly
The Bench
A 'Hole' Lot of Trouble
"It's... it's a bench," Vivian pointed out to her wolf friend, her tail whipping side to side in annoyance as she looked the thing over. A gryphon who was preening his wings in the grass nearby glanced at them and went back to preening.
The bench was one of many like it in the small park. It was a formed, hard plastic shell, its rounded features unimpressive but sturdy. It looked like a blob had grown from the ground and formed a bench-like shape, the backrest not even quite as high as the armrest that sprouted from either side of it and curved gracefully forward, hanging above the front corners of the seat. It was more modern art than truly practical seating, but comfortable enough that the mildly rough plastic surface was worn smooth by the plethora of rears that graced it over the years.
"It's not just any bench, V," the wolf said, stroking her back to placate her. It was serious business when she said "Vee" instead of "Vie" like her shortened name normally sounded. "This is..." She paused for dramatic effect. "THE. Secret. Fuck. Bench." She threw her hands up excitedly as she emphasized each word.
Vi sat down on the ground and stared up at her friend with a look of consternation on her feline features, her ears set askance. "This is your idea? Seriously?"
"Of course! It's graduation party night. Twi's leaving in a week to check that college and if he likes it, you might never see him again. He's still an idiot guy and you're a foury. But I got together with some of his friends and they like the idea and they're pretty sure they can convince him." She dropped to her own haunches, taking Vi's face between her hands, smooshing the black cat's cheeks. "This could be your ONLY. CHANCE. EVAR."
"Woah, woah, less drama," Vi said, lifting a paw to push her friend's hand away. It was difficult enough being the valedictorian. Being such an important student made the guys somewhat wary of her. The fact that she achieved this as a four-paw - or foury as her friend had said - made it even worse. And she was a prime feline. She was quite capable of being very intimidating without even trying.
This region was a mixed population, but there were still minorities and majorities. Humans were in the former, about five percent. At least the ones who were here didn't act weird like a lot of humans were prone to. They interacted with everybody and didn't do that weird thing, covering themselves all over with cloth like some humans did. Get too many humans in one place and they acted odd. Most everybody else didn't wear much except occasional decorative things. Other than the computer implants that nearly everybody had, but that wasn't on the outside at all. For most people, it was just bare fur all the time.
Four-paws - people who had four animal paws to walk on instead of human-like hands - were also a minority here at about twenty percent. The rest of the local populace were two-paws - twopees was the casual nickname for their body shape. They had a benefit that the fouries like her didn't: thumbs. But fouries had great strength and flexibility advantages, so there was a place for everybody in the world.
"But this is super-dramatic! Kitty cat Vi slashes the trend of fouries focusing on physical prowess and wows the academics AND still has allllll the muscles. But all the guys who aren't assholes are scared of her, so Kitty cat Vi can't get her deep itch scratched by anybody who doesn't suck. But Vi won't give suckers the time of day, so that itch..." She waved her arm in a wide arc. "THAT. ITCH."
"Are you on catnip?" Vi demanded.
"NO! ... Maybe. Stop interrupting! So Vi likes Twi and Twi's a good guy who doesn't suck but Twi's all self-conscious and insecure and kinda klutzy and oh so cute and has such a nice fluffy tail and... and..." She sighed happily.
"And what?"
"Nothing! Not swooning over Twi! You don't have to beat me up to get your fox!"
"You know I'm not that kind of cat. I don't beat people up." She turned her attention back to the bench. "How's this supposed to work then? I drape myself on the bench and he gets so smitten by the black panther in the dark of the night that he can't help but jump my puss?" she asked sardonically.
"Nope! You go under the bench and then you both use the happy hole!" She patted the bench's right side of the bench seat where a smooth hole pierced the plastic on the well-rounded corner.
"The... happy..." This was getting more ridiculous by the moment.
"A bunch of us do it," she assured the cat. "Just stick your kitty hole against that hole inside and a guy can totally do you through the bench." She lowered her voice and glanced around. "Some nights it gets really busy too. But it's party night, so I doubt anybody else will show up. And we're trying to get Twi for your itch, so I wouldn't let anybody else use the hole while you're in there. They say this hole has been used for decades by, like everybody! And the spicy plants there make it so nobody can smell who's in the bench. The absolute rule is to never, ever, EVER try to find out who's in the bench. So it's like a secret club and everybody follows the rule because if they don't, people will stop being in the bench."
The wolf took a deep breath. "I mean, it's only gonna be one guy, and the guys using the hole have to be fast so others can go and in case they get caught or something. So it won't be the best. I mean, it's much better for the girl inside when there's more guys taking turns because then it's more for her. But this'll just be Twi and..." She fidgeted and looked apologetic. "Well, not the best, but have fun anyway and don't judge him. He'll have no idea who's in there and he'll be nervous and I'm pretty sure it's his first time too."
"Do you even realize how silly this sounds?" Vi asked plainly.
"Hey, last chance to get Twi. But if you just want to be de-itched and not deal with the bench, you could always lift tail to that flapper over there," she said, pointing to the gryphon. He was just about as big as the black feline but invariably weighed much less than the lithe, 195 pound cat so it was easier to fly.
"Gryphons aren't people," Vi demurred.
"They're still smart enough to be nice and careful and really fun."
"Phsaw. Like you'd know for sure."
"I do!" she protested. "He was really...!" She put her hands over her mouth, having said too much already.
"You did that gryphon?" Vi demanded quietly, eyes widening.
"Not that one. One that lived by my house when I was younger and getting super-horny," she admitted, fidgeting.
"Huh..." She glanced at the hole. This was a side she'dn't known about before. Sure, it might be catnip, but it also showed the trust being given to her and how serious her friend was about this effort. "Okay..." she said softly. "How's this work then?"
"This way!!" she exclaimed, bouncing excitedly and leaping up to run over to the side of the park. A pedestrian underpass about fifty feet from the bench and on the other side of the restroom building had a nook with a panel. "Somebody stuck a latch on the inside of the panel long before I started doing it, so you can keep people from coming in with you accidentally. Anybody who doesn't know where it leads doesn't go in. Most guys don't know it's here either. They just know about the fuck bench."
"Most guys?"
"Some of them like it under the tail. Some want to find out what it's like getting humped in the ass without anybody else knowing."
"Ooooh. Good point. Isn't it all dirty and wet down there?"
"Not at all! Everybody keeps it super-clean and it's downhill to here. Not sure why the access tunnel is even here. Maybe there was a bigger plan before or it's for something that was there before the bench. Do you want me to go in to the bench first while you stay outside it to show you?" She pulled the panel open and climbed in without waiting for an answer.
Vi headed to the bench and in a few moments there was a super-muffled voice inside it.
"It's all good still like usual!" The one inside the bench stuck a finger out through the hole briefly and wiggled it. "Meet me in the underpass."
The black feline padded back over to the panel and waited until the other climbed out of it, then took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself as she climbed into the tunnel and twisted to push the latch closed behind herself. But truth be told, the clandestine excitement was getting to her and making her... well... itchy.
It was an easy walk up through the dark tunnel. The floor of the tunnel was even padded, making it easy to move and comfortable. Then the tiny glow of light from the park through the hole in the plastic bench. The space under the bench was a surprise. It was just the right amount of space to be bent over, and well outfitted. A tub of sanitizing wipes, rolls of paper towels, pillows and pads, and even half a dozen bottles of different kinds of lube. Despite the only light being what got in through the hole, it was bright enough for even a human to see under here. There was a plastic box that smelled of happy times and the scents of many people lingered. Vi even recognized the distinct odors of other fouries.
There was a click near the hole and then the friend outside exclaimed, "Shoo, silly flapper. The hole isn't for you. Vi? Make sure you keep your kitty away from the bench hole until you hear Twi. I think the gryph knows what's up. I'll go let the guys know you're ready. Well, if you're ready. Are you ready?"
"Yup!" Vi chirped, just a little nervous and ready as she could be.
"Okay, they'll be here soon!"
* * *
"Dude, you've known me since second grade. Have I ever led you wrong?"
Twillen pulled his whiskers back and his ears flicked in thought. "No... not at all," he finally had to admit as he followed the wolf into the empty park. The girl nudging his friend before this was at least slightly suspicious, but even suspicious stuff in the past had always ended up good.
"Exactly. Okay, so here's the thing. You're not allowed to try to find out who is in the hole. That's the rule. And no hurting them ever. If somebody feels bad about being in there, people'll stop going in and it's all over. So just enjoy it and don't worry about anything else."
"How come you never seem drunk when you're drunk?"
"Don't change the subject, foxxo," he said, sticking his tongue out way too far. "Here we are!" He gestured grandiosely to the plastic bench.
"It's... it's a bench," Twi pointed out, his ears laid back in annoyance as he looked the thing over. The preening gryphon nearby watched them curiously.
"It's not just any bench, Twi. It's the secret fuck bench."
"Sounds silly," he said, but he had to fall back on the lack of ever being led astray. "I'll give it a go, only for you. But I swear, if this is your first ever practical joke..."
"Dude... foxxo..." He took Twi by the shoulders and looked at him seriously. "This is a thing. This is really a thing for a bunch of us. Nice people inside the bench. We respect them, and we respect each other. If we fuck up, it ruins it for everybody. Normally I'd give you a whole big spiel and everything, but you're like the only chill guy I trust to not screw up without it." He gestured at the park. "Bunch of us come here often. Prolly a bunch of chicks do this too. I know I've felt some real nice ones. It's all fun and awesome, but I know I'd never be able to get you here when everybody else's around. It's party night. Nobody else here except..."
Twi's ears perked and his tail swayed in anticipation. "Except?"
"Except a girl who really, really likes you and is afraid to let you know," he said quietly. "That's why that chick got me. We've been planning this for a while now. The girl is prolly nervous as all fleas, so respect her privacy and let her have this moment. Maybe it'll help her be brave enough to talk to you after, and if it doesn't, at least you won't go to college a virgin."
"I'm not a...!" Twi started to protest automatically, but caught the look from his friend and deflated. He knew he couldn't bullshit this.
"It's okay, foxxo. I know you're all shy and nervous all the time, dude. I've got your back, like always. No expectations. No stress. Just have fun and let loose."
The fox gulped and fidgeted. He was nervous, but he was also excited, his sheath bulging with the idea of putting its contents to use. "How's this work, then?"
"The bench is hollow and the girl is inside it. They have a way to get in there somewhere. Don't look for it, kee? They need to feel safe and anonymous. This hole right here? Just like on a tilted up ass."
"And...?"
"You've watched porn. Stick your dick in the hole and have fun."
"Fuck... a bench..."
"Well, the girl in the bench sticks her pussy at the hole from the inside, so you get to hump her through the hole. Like a glory hole, but better."
"OOOOOoooooooooooooh...!" The fox murmured, his eyes going wide and his sheath loosing its contents as the concept sunk in.
His tail started to wag softly and he turned his attention to the hole. He'd have to trust his friend, but he had faith in this guy. He walked to the end of the bench and eyed the dark hole. Was that a hint of fur? It was impossible to tell in the dark park. He dropped lower on his legs and ran a finger up his slick cock, then pressed his hips toward the bench and leaned over the armrest, trying to aim for the hole. The armrest made it quite an awkward angle though.
"Ah, sorry, forgot to tell you. Keep your legs off the edge and put your waist under the armrest and lay on the bench. You can hold yourself up on your elbows if you want, but you get the right angle to hump. Maybe if you come back and do this more after you check the new school, you'll get better at finding the hole quickly, but use your right hand to aim until then. That way you aren't trying to pull your left arm past the back fo the bench after you find the hole." He looked around. "I'm gonna head back to the party. I doubt anybody'll bother you here tonight with everybody busy dancing. Have fun, foxxo." He danced a little jig - very poorly - and walked off.
Twi scooted to the right and bent over double before trying to slide back in under the armrest. He made a face when his cock found the cold plastic of the bench and backed up just a little to leave room and a slick trail of pre-cum on the hard plastic. Gah, this probably looked so silly, but other guys did it, huh? When his lower back was fully under the armrest, he sucked in a deep breath and reached down, first feeling to find the hole in the bench.
There was fur there! His heart beat faster as he transferred his touch to his warm flesh and stretched out a finger to the edge of the hole to direct himself and pressed his hips forward. The hole was just the right size to give him space and the edge was super-smooth, but just past the plastic things became even that much better.
The tickle of fur on his skin was familiar because of his paw, but the soft, wet heat just past it was a delicious, new sensation. His tail shot halfway up in pleased surprise and he sucked in a breath, then pushed into the best feeling he'd encountered EVAR.
* * *
"You're back quick, and no fox. Did he run, or...?"
"Still there when I left him his privacy. Let's hope for the best!"
"They'll be so happy. I hope they eventually get the nerve to approach each other, but this is our good deed."
"Mmmmm... yeah... We should sneak a seat in that corner over there and see if we can sneak a good me deed into a good you," he said, then he paused and looked extremely thoughtful.
"Here at the party?" she whispered with a giggle, pressing as close to him in a hug as she felt she could get away with.
"Yeeeeeaaahhhh... I feel like I forgot something important..." His ears twisted wildly as his brain worked on the problem.
"Like the fact that nobody goes to the side of the building and that'll be much safer than the corner?" she murmured, nipping his ear and sneaking a feel of his sheath.
He jumped and his attention snapped back to her. "Oh, yeah, that's probably it!" he said excitedly as she slipped away to head outside and let him take an alternate route to avoid suspicion.
* * *
Her toy. Her tongue. Twi's cock. The first two were nice. The third was a shock of delight that defied description.
Vi barely kept from moaning loudly as the fox she'd fawned after all these years sunk into her wet, silken depths. She grinned like a ninny when she heard Twi fail to hold back his own ecstatic yip, loving the thought that she had such an effect on him. Oh, wow, this was... this feeling, this fullness, this heat... this was paradise.
The pressure and speed steadily increased and thought the first slide in felt like an eternity, it was under a second of the vulpine's push before hips and thighs were stopped by the hard plastic of the bench. Her claws clenched at the padded surface, adding her own marks to the punctures in the hard foam for the first time. She ground her rump against the plastic shell, trying to get more of his heat into her needy puss and wishing she could feel his body against her. This was all she could get for now, but this was exquisite nonetheless.
A gasp left her lips as he slipped out, almost leaving her completely empty, but he quickly pressed back in. Her maw opened wide and she squeezed her eyes shut in a silent yowl at the feeling and the thought. He may never know who he was in, but she knew who she had deep in her grasp and the thought was driving an explosive fire in her loins.
She braced and pressed more tightly against the inside of the bench as Twi started to thrust avidly. His cute little noises as he failed to be completely silent. The heat of his flesh slipping along her needy, silken passage. The little quivers and pauses as she squeezed him in delight when he hit a particularly good spot. This was more than she'd imagined. It wasn't even the best it could be. If things went well, maybe, just maybe, she could look forward to better.
His timing was becoming shakier so she rocked her body, speeding up the dance they shared past the plastic of the bench. Each time she pushed back, it felt even better, even fuller, and soon she was lost in the moment, riding madly back onto his smooth, hot flesh. Toys and tongue be damned, this was gonna make her cum soooo fast.
That thought was almost too late though. Her powerful legs drove her back onto him just as the thought was ending and something perfect snapped in her belly. She didn't pull forward. She just ground against the plastic as her hot depths clenched powerfully around the fox and waves of tight squeezes rippled along his length.
Golden feline eyes shot wide open as the fox flesh she held so tightly bucked and throbbed. A slick, hot feeling inside that was sooooo perfect. She not only came, but she got him to pop too! The thick fox cum flowing into her in spurts with the rhythm of his flesh within. Her body still squeezed on him greedily and despite how delightfully tight and full she was, she could still feel the hot juices seeping out around his cock and drooling slowly down her body, soaking into her midnight black fur.
She swam in euphoric bliss, finally starting to relax and soak in the sensation. Then a cry of surprise made her tense and the sound of a frazzled fox made her fret. She couldn't make out what Twi was saying. The hole that allowed a tiny bit of sound in was quite muffled by her rear and his hips. But she knew he didn't sound happy as she'd hope he would.
Her mind worked as she strained to listen and she felt his cock throb in her suddenly at the same time as he made a surprised and odd sound. With a concerned set to her ears, she pulled off of his cock with intent to go out to check on him.
Two things gave her pause though. He had no idea it was her. Would he be upset to find out? Would he hate her for it? And furballs did he fill her with a lot of cum! As soon as she pulled off and her mind fretted about the other thought, the dripping fox juice drove her to immediately instinctively groom her rear.
The driving need to get at least somewhat presentable and less-slimy battled the worry over the sounds from the fox outside. His flavor being strangely nice combined with the other two things to keep her from wondering about one thing that she should've had the insight to consider, but finally when she was clean enough to tolerate it, she squeezed into the tunnel and headed out.
* * *
Even though the side of the building was less travelled, they still had to be cautious. If a chaperone found them, it would be hard to explain why she was on his lap and he was deep inside her. So their actions were slow and discrete. A comfortable grind to enjoy.
"Rrrf... hon, be careful... I'm getting close. Don't go too deep," he warned her as she was starting to lose herself to the sensations. "I don't want my knot to get..."
* * *
"...stuck," Twillen muttered in realization as the sparkles finally started to leave his vision intact again. With whoever was inside still milking him and his cock still bucking happily and filling her with cum, this should be the last thing on his mind. But this wasn't fun in a bedroom. This was in a little park in the dead of the night and his knot was trapped quite tightly in a hole in a plastic bench. He'd likely be stuck here for another ten to thirty minutes too. More if the girl inside kept squeezing and milking him so wonderfully.
First he looked around as best he could. Was anybody else going to catch him? Maybe if he pretended to just be asleep on the bench. But it was night, and if the other guys came to do this here, they probably didn't worry about being caught.
A curious warble drew his attention over his shoulder and he turned to look as best he could, tensing with worry that he had indeed been caught. The gryphon that was preening when he arrived had snuck up close behind and was peering at him inquisitively over the arm of the bench.
"Oh, hi flapper," he said, relaxing again. Gryphons were smart, but still animals. They coexisted well in the city and knew very well not to attack people or pets. This one was big, standing just the right height to look over the fox's back. "Guess you got a good show," he said musingly, his eyelids fluttering as a squeeze from his anonymous friend made his tail flag happily in reaction. Nothing he could do except enjoy his friend for as long as he could and then wait for his knot to go down. But damn, that squeeze. Did... did she cum? His tail waved happily at the thought as the gryphon warbled at him quietly.
His ear twitched as the warble faded to a trio of low-pitched clicks and something went through his head. That sound. He'd heard it before, and it gave him a relaxed and happy thrill of unattributed recollection. It sounded so happy, so calming. Oooo... Even an olfactory trigger as a scent battled with the spicy smell of the nearby bushes. It brought back happy memories that he couldn't quite define beyond that they were happy.
That lasted all of two seconds before a falconish beak preened gently through the fur at the base of his tail, making him yip in surprise as his eyes shot open. That sound. That smell. He placed it now.
When he was a curious young adult, he'd gotten the bright idea to see if he could spy on gryphons to distract himself from the desire to apply his hand to his cock for the newly-discovered sensation that sex ed at school didn't teach about.
The distractions away from that worked well until one day he found not one, but two flappers to spy on. His attentive ears soaked in the warbles and low clicks that he'd never heard a gryph make before. Flared nostrils unknowingly drew scent-laden breath that tugged at his loins despite the intended distraction. As the male mounted the female, his hand found his flesh and tugged needfully. Their backs to him, the sight of that shaft vanishing into her depths over and over drove him to rub more urgently. When the gryph gripped her tightly and his balls yanked up, the young fox was barely able to keep from making a sound as his own seed graced the ground of his hiding spot. The hen looked so very, very happy in his grasp.
"That sounds kinda gay," the wolf replied to the description of the event. There was no judgement in his voice though. He trusted his friend and knew the wolf developed earlier, so probably knew more. Plus he knew the wolf had porn on his computer.
"I... I don't think I'm gay?" the fox replied.
"Well, look at these." The wolf hunted on the network briefly and pulled up a picture of a female fox with her legs spread wide and her smooth, luscious fur doing nothing to detract from her subtle female curves or hide the welcoming, wet lips of between her legs. Beside it he pulled up beefcake of a male fox, his toned body shaping his coat and his full sheath giving a promise of fun between his spread legs, his puckered hole equally fillable just below heavy balls.
"Which one makes you horny?"
Twi tilted his head and considered. "The female only," he said honestly. "The guy looks like a nice guy and clean and groomed, but the girl makes my sheath hard and makes me happy."
"You never look at a guy and want to hug or kiss him, or get a full sheath?"
"Only girls," the fox replied. He was confused. The gryphons were a male and a female. Why did his friend think that sounded gay? "Wouldn't... wouldn't the gryphons mean that it's like... beastylism or whatever that thing the humans say?" Only some humans really had a problem with that
The wolf changed sites and pulled up a picture of a female gryphon from behind, tail up and showing off everything quite well. "Do you get excited looking at that and thinking about slipping your cock deep into her?"
"Mmmm... no," he finally answered. The response confused him a little. It was like he'd not expected it.
"Well, then I don't know," the wolf said, leaning back and scrolling down the page rapidly just to peek at the rest of it. "I'd say if you don't get a boner over guys, then you're not gay or bi."
Twi was about to mention the twinge in his groin when a picture of an erect male gryphon went past, but the knock of the wolf's mother at the door interrupted the chain of thought and lunch took precedence over the consideration.
These memories were a heartbeat in time for him, his attention quite solidly focused on the gryphon behind him that was preening around the base of his tail and his rump.
"H-hey, I'm not a hen," he protested weakly, trying to stay quiet enough to not be heard by whoever was in the bench. With his knot very solidly trapped with hard plastic behind it and the armrest of the bench over his lower back, he was quite stuck. "You're a nice flapper, but I don't want you to... you to..."
His nostrils flared as they pulled in the gryph's scent and the soothing clicks flowed into his attentive ears. Did he really not want the gryphon to? His tail started to lift of its own volition. He wasn't a hen though, so it's not like the gryphon could do anything. No hole there for him. But the preening felt nice.
An avian tongue darted out to taste and the fox suddenly found out that the lack of having female anatomy didn't preclude him from a surprisingly pleasant sensation as the moist surface drew across a pucker of bare skin. His cock throbbed in the female in the bench and a strange mix of a squeak and a moan drifted from his lips.
Great furballs, was this why gay porn had guys humping guys in the ass? He'd never given it more than a passing glance, thinking it was all for the benefit of the cock that went in. Looking at guys never did anything for him, so it never came to mind. But that one little lick brought memories flooding back of gryphon cock slipping into the hen. It was slightly smaller than even his young fox cock, but at the time that didn't matter to what his mind made of what he saw. The pointed tip probing puffy lips before leading the way. The three small bulges along the shaft vanishing in turn into her depths until the whole length was hidden and balls bumped her body. Then out and in, over and over again.
Twi wasn't even fully aware of the situation as the female in the bench pulled off him, leaving his twitching cock free in the chill air of the plastic inside but his knot still very firmly trapped. This had been perhaps one of the ten or more minutes. With the gryphon preening more avidly at the base of his tail now, the number of minutes was no longer a concern.
Each gentle tug at his thick fur, each puff of breath across his rump goaded his tail higher and further to the side. In his mind, the memory of the gryphon humping the hen soon replaced the hen with a vixen and her fluff tail. Then that tail began to look familiar as the gryphon pulled out. The fox he was atop no longer had a pussy, but the gryphon was unphased, starting to aim higher for the one hole that was there.
His tail gave a furious shiver wiggle and he had a moment of concern. The female was gone from around him. Was something wrong? Then the gryphon's comforting clicks and encouraging preening. No. Nothing was wrong. She was anonymous and she was done. He'd not find out who she was. Maybe she didn't even know he was stuck. But this gryph was here, and wanted to...
Should he let the gryph do this? It'd be much more difficult to explain if somebody came up on them. But this might be his only chance ever. The college he was going to see next week was in a region that didn't have gryphons. It was late at night. Nobody would see him.
He drew in a deep breath and rocked his hips, pulling his rump up as best he could with his cock stuck in the hole. His tail knew what to do, flicking up and out of the way, pulling well to the side. The preening stopped and the gryphon chirred approvingly at his acceptance of the proper gryphon wooing.
The next touch was a talon on his lower back, above the armrest of the bench. Twi's breath caught in his throat in anticipation as the gryph chirred at him excitedly and moved further up. Lionine haunches warmed his rump as the creature shifted closer.
This was it.
* * *
"We're fine, Mr. Sneckle," she said cheerily. "We just wanted to get away from the loud noise and get some fresh air.
The tiger looked at the two wolves measuringly. The female was sitting on the ground between the male's legs and it looked like there was a good bit of space between her back and his front. His hands were on her arm and shoulder. Properly platonic. "The party is pretty loud," he agreed. "Okay, well, I have to get back in there." He turned and huffed, heading off to try to find another plan.
The two wolves watched as he left, and when he was clear, the male looked around. "Well, that was close. Good thing we didn't get st..."
"Oh! I thought that tiger dean would be here." The little ocelot had some pink in her ears. "I was going to... ah... discuss... my final grades with him."
The wolf tilted his head and his ears flicked in confusion. "Mr. Sneckle? He's the maintenance supervisor, not a dean. The dean is a pangolin."
"Ooooooooh... Hmmmm..." the female wolf said, nodding knowingly. "Yeah, he came by, but he can only discuss grades for fun and can't change them, and he discusses really, reeeeeally fast, if you catch my drift," she said disapprovingly, staring at the little kitty.
"I... um..." Her ears went to the side in embarrassment. "Oh."
"Well, if he asked you to come here, he obviously doesn't expect any other chaperones to head this way," the wolf exclaimed cheerily, her ears perking. "If you want to hang around and discuss your grades for fun with us instead..." She stood, revealing her companion's state and surprising him as she went to the little cat.
"I..." the ocelot started to demur, but then her gaze flickered to the wolf's anatomy and her eyes widened as she froze in place.
"Come on," the wolfess said encouragingly, guiding a pliable feline toward her friend. "He's not a fast talker at all, and he'll give you a very... VERY... full discussion."
"Don't... don't wolves get... stuck?" she asked timidly, greatly tempted all the same.
"Only if the hole it goes in is smaller than the knot. Like in other wolves and canines who are bigger deeper inside than the opening. For you? Same size all the way, so just delightfully full for you and tight for him. So what'ya say? Shall we have a nice discussion? We have a bit of time before we need to check on our friends."
The spottycat looked over her shoulder as the female wolf guided her to sit down on the male's lap, then returned her attention to the female. "I think I can fit in a nice conversation," she purred. And though it took some effort from all of them, she did.
* * *
Vivian was careful to be as utterly silent as possible as she opened the latch and slipped out into the air of the underpass. Just as she was closing the panel, her mind put facts together and she nearly missed closing the panel properly.
Twi was stuck! He was a fox. He had a knot that was much bigger than the hole in the bench. Oh dear, the poor guy. But... but that meant everything was probably okay except for the being stuck. That must be why he was making those noises.
She was torn now. If she approached him, it might upset him. Maybe she should just leave. He'd get unstuck eventually. Foxes didn't stay stuck in each other, after all. But what if anything else was wrong? He might need help. But she didn't want to scare him or make him embarrassed. He wouldn't know she'd been inside the bench.
But what if...? And what was that odd sound? Low pitched clicking, like somebody clunking on a board. And... and a...? Curiosity overwhelmed the cat and she prowled silently around the building to see.
There was Twi, laying over the end of the bench and under the armrest. The gryphon that had been hanging around was atop him, talons holding the fox's waist. Was it attacking him?! She couldn't tell clearly what the gryph was doing with his beak since their backs were to her. No, it was making that oddly soothing sound and...
Her eyes widened at the sight. Were she not downhill from the bench, the gryph's balls would be hiding the view. But she could see as a tapered and tri-bulged gryphon cock's tip touched the bare skin under the fox's tail and the gryph started to push firmly with his haunches. The pleased chirr intensified as the gryph's precum let the three bulges each spread the hole in turn and vanish into the fox's body. She was torn because for some reason, the whole sight was very, very sexy. Twi made several indecipherable sounds as the gryphon pressed in.
The fox was pushing with his legs and as the gryphon's balls met his taint, his feet slipped and stretched out to either side of the gryphon's hind legs. He let out a surprised yelp that drove Vi to act to help the poor, stuck fox.
"Hey, silly flapper! Stuck foxes aren't for you to play with!" she barked sharply as she pounced at them.
The gryphon froze first at the scolding, then scrambled off guiltily. The avian feline moved a few feet away and tried to decide what in the world was going on and why he was suddenly cockblocked.
Twi's head shot up and he pulled his feet back up to try to support his rear better as he looked to see who was there. "What?! Who?" he asked, freezing as well in surprise.
"Are you okay, Twillen?" Vi asked, fretting over him and checking him from all angles. Something about his rear was niggling her, but she couldn't put a foretoe on it. "Are you gonna be stuck too much longer?"
"I don't think so," the fox replied with a mildly pained look on his face. Slipping feet had given him a bit of an owie and the happiness that had kept him stuck was fading as a result. He took a deep breath and with an effort of will, managed to extract himself from the bench. "Ow." A quick slip to the side and he got out from under the armrest and sat on the ground with his legs spread.
"Ow?" she asked, unable to tear her eyes from his groin. She hadn't gotten a good look at it in the darkness of the bench. "Did the gryphon hurt you?" It would be surprising if the flapper did. They were usually so careful.
"No. I tugged my knot a bit hard when my legs slipped, so it's a little sore. Quick way to kill a boner," he said sullenly. His gaze narrowed as he watched her. "You're... Vivian... the super-smart, super-strong, super-pretty valedictorian," he murmured. Then his ears went to the side. "How did you know I was stuck?" he asked warily. There was no way to see that the way he was.
"I... uh... saw..." Another thing was nagging at her all of a sudden as she tried to think of an excuse.
"No. You couldn't. So either somebody told you, or you had another reason to know..." He stared at her intently.
"No, I..." then it clicked. "Wait... you think I'm pretty?" she asked, staring at him wonderingly.
He was caught off guard by the question. "Er... yes, very. Absolutely beautiful, and smart, and strong and... Sorry." He glanced away. "I've always admired you from afar," he was willing to admit, "but you're super-kitty. You're so way out of my reach I couldn't even begin to... to..." Then he made a connection as well. "Wait. I know I'm not supposed to ask, but... was that you in the bench?"
She just nodded slowly as she stared at him like she wanted to eat him.
"My friend said... that the girl in the bench really, really liked me and was afraid to tell me. That's... you?"
"I... yes. I thought you were such a nice fox and..." She looked down for a moment. "I'm a foury and I know people are really intimidated by me and I thought you could never like a foury or think I was anything." She took a breath and her stare returned as if to consume his soul. "Especially not beautiful. Like. You. Do."
His jaw dropped and he looked down thoughtfully. "I've spent all these years thinking I'd never be important enough for you to like me. And... you've spent time thinking you were too important and too paw-y for me to like you?"
She had prowled to right in front of his face and her deep, rumbling purr brought his gaze up in surprise. "Years and years... how about if we stop thinking the wrong things and realize that you think I'm pretty and I think you're wonderful and I. REALLY. Want to be with you." She got closer and closer with every word until her golden eyes were inches from his green ones and her nose touched his at her final word.
"I've always thought you are so beautiful and..." he started saying, looking away and shying up. She opened her mouth and taking his entire muzzle gently in her maw, shutting him up instantly. Then she let his nose slip from her mouth and licked his lips slowly.
"You're such a good fox," she purred huskily. "No more being shy. I'll stop being shy too. Be mine and I'll be yours."
He opened his mouth to try to apologize, or protest, or something, but her eyes narrowed just ever so slightly and his throat stopped up for a moment at the intensity of her gaze. It was a happy stop. It was his heart finally defenestrating his shyness. His ears perked. "Okay," he murmured, still quite outmatched but secure in being wanted and not going to try to argue that away.
She relaxed and started grooming his face affectionately, purring deeply. "It's such a relief," she murmured. "I want to get to know you better too. But first, we deserve better than just a hole in a bench. Benches are for our flings with friends. You're mine now and I want no bench in the way." She stopped grooming his face and dropped her nose to his crotch to resume the licks. "I just need to convince this very nice fox part to stop being unhappy."
"Oh spirits," he gasped as her tongue drew him back out to play in a heartbeat or three. "You're very, VERY convincing."
She grinned toothily and rubbed her face against his chest. "Feel like feeling me better now?"
"I would be utterly thrilled," he said with a happy huff, pulling his legs back under him.
The gryph that was watching nearby warbled sadly. He'd been just starting to enjoy himself before and was suddenly kicked off and scolded, and now they were doing things without him. Life just wasn't fair.
Vi chuffed and the gryphon. "Silly flapper, you're not supposed to take advantage of stuck foxes who don't want... you..." her words trailed off as she recalled and the gryphon watched her intently. She looked at Twillen. "Your tail..."
He looked at his fluffy tail. "My tail?"
She was a little amused at her own thoughts and still unsure about her conclusion. "You know you could've kept him from hopping on you by just keeping your tail tucked, right?"
The fox gulped and laid his ears to the side guiltily. "Yeeeeah."
"You had your tail pulled as far up and to the side out of the way as you could. And your feet slipped because you were trying to lift your rear," she purred with a sly smirk. They were statements, not questions.
She gave a wrigglequirm and padded around him, rubbing against him the whole way. Then when her back end was to the gryphon and the fox both, she paused. "Sly foxy." She ducked her head and put it flat on the ground, then walked her hind legs forward until she was bent under double. Her shoulders were against the ground and her head was upside down between her hind legs as they stood straight.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, impressed by her flexibility.
"Making sure I can see as I give you a quick lesson in signalling, silly." She reached up with her forepaws and patted her rump. "Gryphons are very smart and know what a rump is and why they like it." Sure enough, the gryph was watching her intently and alertly. "You likely smelled very happy to him so he wanted to be happy too. That smell hasn't gone away and he's still very aroused."
The gryphon stood as she spoke, looking between her and the fox who was closer to her, his cock jutting proudly between his hind legs.
The feline rubbed at her own rump and then put her paws to either side of her hips as she looked up at herself, then looked at Twi again. "I've never thought about letting a gryphon do me before, but after seeing him start with you, I'm curious. But aww, then my wonderful fox would be left out." Her tail swayed lightly to the side. "So, foxy, you'd better get over here and get that into me, or he's gonna want to and if I move my tail as nicely out of the way as you did, he's definitely gonna do it. So scoot, silly!"
He jumped at her mild scold at the end and scrambled up, only having to drop on his legs a little bit to be at the proper height. The gryph started to chirp curiously and sat down again as Twillen panted softly in anticipation. It was odd to look down past his belly and cock and see her face below as if she were on her back under her own legs. But he sucked in a deep breath and put his hands on her hips just behind her big paws. His tip found its mark and he threw his head back in delight.
Vi watched each inch of pink fox flesh spread her folds and vanish into the heated hole that lay beneath her black fur. When half was left, she slid her forepaws up and grabbed his sides, pulling him insistently down against the curve of her back and making him moan ever so deliciously.
When it was the anonymity of the bench, it felt really, really good. But now, with the warmth of her furred back against his belly and the softness of her form in his grip it was ever so much better. A glance down showed the lust in her eyes as she watched him slide in. She was bent so much to be able to see, and even that was exciting. She was watching his flesh, and watching the trembles in his body, and the joy in his expression. With the bench out of the way and the needful clench of her body around him, that was a tremendous amount of joy.
"Mrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrr... good..." she purred to him, gripping his hips with her forepaws just before his knot started to press at her body. "Hold on, Twi... we have a good flapper here that can help." She could easily see the fox's tail and caught its middle between two foretoes, tugging it gently up and to the side. The gryph had been starting to sit down in disappointment again, perhaps hoping that he'd just be waiting his turn, but the change got him to pause in mid-motion.
"Rrr... no tugging," he murmured, pulling her paw away from his tail and placing it onto his rump. "My tail isn't as strong as yours."
Vi started to fret that maybe she'd misread his tail before and he wasn't really interested in the gryph, but she kneaded his rump anyway, tugging and trying to urge him deeper. He didn't move with her pulling though, instead repositioning his feet a little.
"You'll like the wooing too," Twi murmured, then looked over his shoulder at the gryph, his tail tugging side to side at the base just a little. The gryphon warbled curiously and stood fully to pad over, then started preening the fox's tail base and rump, warbling and making the low clicks.
Her fox was right. The sounds were so relaxing and seeing the gryph wooing and pampering the fox's rear was intriguing. Feline breath drew in as Twi pulled his tail up and out of the way and she watched the gryphon segue from encouraging to wanting to take. His feline haunches walked forward and he chirred approval, rubbing his chest feathers up the vulpines rump until he had his hind end close enough to balance himself on as he reared up. He put a talon on Twi's lower back and gripped the fox's hip opposite her paw with the other, then worked to line himself up properly.
Vi's attention was fully on the gryphon's cock now as it prodded just barely low, not quite as low as it'd need to be for a female. The gryphon was already learning this mate's anatomy. A throb from the flesh graced the fox's pucker with precum just before the tip found the center of that bare skin to lodge. Then the gryph opened his beak to let out a pleased crawww as he pressed needily in.
Being deep inside Vi was wonderful. Now the gryphon was delving into him as well, and it was perfect. The slick slide of heat into his body, each bulb along the gryphon's length adding a little pressure and fullness at his pucker before slipping past the ring of muscle and being squeezed in deeper. He could feel the male behind him shivering and shaking happily at the tightness of the fox's soft passage, and he was inwardly amazed at how careful the gryph was being. He'd seen male gryphons go balls deep in an instant on females, but this one was being slow.
Maybe slower than needed. He wriggled his rump, which made his cock slide delightfully inside his feline lover, and reached back to pat the gryphon's talon. "Come on, handsome gryph. I'm sure you can enjoy faster than that." The male tensed in surprise at the words 'handsome gryph'. Had he understood that instead of 'flapper' as most people addressed them?
"Goooooood gryphon. Enjoy my fox," Vi purred, finally getting needy and not giving the vulpine any choice but to hilt in her as she grabbed his rump with both paws and pulled powerfully.
They couldn't be sure if it was the words or the change in the fox's position or the squeeze that the gryphon got when the fox's knot drove into his feline lover. The results were wonderful though. The gryphon hunched forward and gripped Twi's waist with both talons, his hold careful but firm. Then the last bulge of his length went in all at once, hiding his cock fully from Vivian's view.
The kitty was quite delighted at all the hiding going on and yowled softly in pleasure, huffing and chuffing as the gryph started thrusting powerfully into her new boyfriend. Seeing the slick flesh slip in and out under his tail was wonderful. Each bulge stretching his hole as it pressed in and then being squeezed more deeply once it passed further. Every thrust made her fox moan and his shaft inside her buck and twitch in reaction. As the gryphon became more urgent, his pushing and pulling of the fox's hips shifted her lover around within her and occasionally tugged the knot out before the powerful lionine haunches met the fox's rump and drove it back in.
For Twillen, the gryph was like an enhancer. Alone it felt good, but it did more to make everything else feel even better. He clenched on the wonderful new friend and felt Vi's body squeeze his cock like a vice. He had no idea how long the gryph would last, or how long it'd been so far even, but he knew his limits were quickly approaching and he hoped that Vi was enjoying herself.
The feline finally applied her coup de grace. Craning her neck and lifting her nose toward the exciting view, her tongue darted out to lap at the two pairs of wet, fuzzy balls that bounced there. The gryphon's precum was thick and slick and pleasantly musky, while her fox's orbs were wet with her copious juices. Whenever the moment was right, her tongue even glanced across a cock front as it slid by.
"Wo-wonderful gryphon..." she gasped. "Fill my fox." She craned her neck and caught the gryphon's balls in her maw as her massive paws wrapped around his rump and pulled him tightly into the fox, forcing Twi deeply into her. Suckling and running her tongue over the orbs as she clenched paws at his rump got the creature's finale.
The orbs within the gryph's fuzzy sack jerked up and in a heartbeat she released them from her mouth. She tilted her head sideways and burrowed her nose in to take his sheath between her lips, feeling the pulses of cum and the powerful bucks of his cock as he unloaded into the fox. This thought was so exquisite. She got her fox and she got to feel this great creature unload into him. Her composure broke in an instant and a deep purr and growl sang through her throat as her body tightened in a vicelike grip on her lover.
Twillen had no idea what she was doing down there, but he first gasped when the gryphon drove in and then again when that wonderful male started to buck inside him. Then the sudden pulsing waves of squeezing from Vi took away all of his will to resist. His knot grew full in two heartbeats, making things even better for his kitty. The pulse of his flesh within her and the splashes of his cum got happy yowls around her mouthful. The squeezes that his own body gave the gryphon with each buck of his cock simply urged that male to buck into him harder and enjoy his peak even more.
With all three of their bodies goading each other on, it took some time for them to finally start to relax and for the bucks and throbs and twitches and squeezes to fade. Purring and panting and crooning were the happy sounds in the park and only when Vi released his rear did the gryphon finally climb off the fox. Twi took a deep breath and rubbed Vi's purring back as he straightened up, then she purred even more explosively as she watched his engorged knot slip out of her and the rest of his length follow. She grabbed his ass with her forepaws and kept his tip just barely in herself as she licked and groomed his cock and her own sex to clean up the fox cum, then craned her neck to lick the dribble of gryphon cum out from under his tail and the back of his balls.
Twi was wobbly when she finally let him go and he sunk to his haunches as she uncurled herself from her tucked position. He smiled at chuckled at the curious and then happy noises the gryphon made when Vi tucked into that crotch with grooming and did a much faster job than preening could. Then when he started to shift and stand, the gryphon got possessive and snagged him by the waist to pull him down and snuggle and preen his ears.
"I'm going to miss you when you go to look at that college," Vi murmured. "Even more if you don't come back."
"What colleges are you going to look at? I can change my plans."
"My parents won't help me with college," she said sullenly. "They're old fashioned and think I should be working physically."
"But... you're so smart!"
"I did my best, but it's not good enough for them."
His ears wilted but he got a determined look. "We'll find a way to make this work. There's no way I'm gonna lose you after getting to be yours after all these years."
The gryphon noticed the tone of his voice and awked softly and comfortingly.
She looked at him and smiled with a purr. "Getting to be mine? You really are a wonderful guy. So many people think of fourpaws as theirs, not the other way around."
"I'm yours and you're mine both. We're together. Hopefully for a long time." He made a face. "It would be sad if something happened like I snore or you fart and we end up hating each other for it. Or if we don't actually have much in common."
"I guess we did kind of puppy love into feral lust mode here... But I really like you. I mean, what I've seen of you from things. We'll get to know each other and see. And hey, if it doesn't work out long term, this night was fucking amazing."
He stroked between her ears. "I'm glad we have a chance now. We just need to figure out the college issue."
"Do you have to go to a college?"
"I do. You could work physical work, but I can't make a decent wage without college. We'd run out of money pretty fast if it was both of us and not two good jobs. Making enough money to live is the important part."
"And I guess with the sex starting out this great, that can only be downhill from here," she said with a wry grin.
He hung his head and rolled his eyes with a smile. "We have a lot of fun together. I figure that's at least one great thing we have."
"What are we going to do with this gryphon? He's awesome, but they're protected. They can't be pets or anything. You're not even allowed to feed them because that's like trying to domesticate them."
"I dunno," he admitted. "Maybe he'll stay close, but if I have to move to college, I have no idea. Maybe this was just a fling to him and he'll forget it by morning. I don't know their habits." He considered. "I'll get a picture of him just in case it can help somehow." He leaned away to get a full view of the gryphon and mentally activated his internal computer, then had it take a picture of what he saw. Huh. That was a lot more email than usual too. Alerts were disabled for him at night, but he was aware of the number of waiting messages in passing. Ahh well, he'd take care of that in the morning.
Vi looked around. "We should head back to the party before it ends. Our friends are probably wondering where we are."
"Check in and head out? I think you're more important to me than the party."
"I like being important," she said with a happy little purr. "Want a ride back?"
"I just walked. You brought a car?"
"I run everywhere, silly. You can ride on my back."
"I... wait... seriously?"
"Yeah. And think about what everyone will say when you come riding in on the valedictorian super-kitty."
"Super-beautiful super-kitty," he corrected her.
"Totally gotta keep you."
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"Did you find them?" she asked.
"Yeah..." the wolf said, wide-eyed. "Great furballs did I find them. You've GOT to see this video." He held his hand out to her to offer the transfer.
A few minutes later, the female wolf perked her whiskers in thought. "It's been nice knowing ya. They're gonna totally kill you for recording that."
"I also posted it on XCube."
"You did WHAT?!"
"On Twi's account that I set up for him years ago. As a paid video."
"You are so very doomed."
"It's earned him twenty two thousand so far, and that's in like a few minutes. He won't see the email alerts until he goes off private mode in the morning. I hope the earnings make them not kill me."
She just stared.
Now do this...
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