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Rin sighed and let his head softly bump back against the brick work pillar behind him. The bright artificial light of the underground subway station made his eyes water, and when he tilted his head forwards and blinked, bright afterimage spots floated in his vision. Flicking his wrist to bunch the fabric of his suit jacket up his arm, he checked the time on his watch and sighed again. Five more lousy minutes until the train arrived, and another forty minutes spent in absolute boredom until he reached his destination stop. If only he remembered to charge his phone, the expensive chunk of technology no more than a useless weight in his pocket.

Rin tapped his head back against the pillar again. The thick, grey fur running down his nape cushioned his head enough that it was no more than a light jolt. Something to take his mind off the seemingly eternal wait.

Sweeping his gaze around the station, he caught the familiar stare of his reflection against a vending machine across from him. The amber eyes of a grey wolf stared back at him, considering his dishevelled appearance. Rin grumbled and brushed a paw down along his throat in an attempt to tame some of the wayward fluff sticking out from the top of his work shirt in all directions. The problem with wearing a tie all day was the resulting rebellious fur after being constricted at odd angles for so long.

Rin sighed and gave up. He let his paw fall back across the top of his messenger bag resting against his right hip. A familiar pang in his stomach had him break eye contact with his reflection to consider the various chocolates and chips advertised behind the glass. 'No,' he quickly decided. It was hard enough keeping in good shape while working in an office job. He wasn't about to make it harder by giving in to temptation.

The soft scratch of footsteps drew his eyes sideways to the newest occupant joining the dispersed, waiting crowd. The arrival was an otter, shorter than Rin by a foot and wearing a dark blue hoodie that would probably be too big even for the much larger wolf. On the otter it looked more akin to a dress with how it hung nearly to their knees.

Rin assumed the otter was a male, but he couldn't be certain. He'd never interacted much with otters in his youth, so he wasn't too familiar with the nuanced difference between genders. From what Rin could discern this otter seemed rather flat chested. Not that it confirmed or denied anything consider how flat the females were as well. The dark orange of the otter's leg and tail fur was what hinted Rin towards the otter's masculinity. Rin sort of recalled that the females typically had a lighter colouring, like a milky coffee as opposed to a rich caramel.

If Rin could see the otter's face properly maybe he'd be able to pick up on some more prominent features, but the otter had their hood drawn up to shroud themselves. Only the very end of their blunt muzzle pointed out from beneath the massive hood. The main reason Rin could even confirm it was an otter at all was the stereotypical thick rudder of a tail hanging down between their legs from under the clothing. How small were their shorts if it was completely covered by hoodie? Rin knew girls had that short shorts fad going, so maybe it was a female after all. Or maybe they were wearing shorts the same colour as the hoodie, and they blended together.

The otter had stopped near the vending machine facing away from Rin. Good thing too. Rin would have been rather embarrassed to be caught staring at the otter's ass while he tried to find a possible seam between hoodie and shorts, and male and female.

Not that anything Rin was just thinking about mattered. The absurd mystery of otter's gender and attire fulfilled its purpose of distracting him long enough for the train to arrive, and if the screeching of distant metal on metal was any indication, that would be any second now.

Still, the lingering thoughts of otters floated in his mind. As the train ground to a halt and the doors opened for streams of people to exit, Rin found his mind and eyes wandering once more. He caught the reflection of blue on a window of the train and once more studied the otter. His gaze travelled down the front of the otter this time, judging their chest to see if he could spot bumps, or maybe their waist for a single bump.

Naturally his imagination took a turn for the sexual; an ordinary progression for a male wolf in his prime. Otters were pretty cute, and their thick tails provided plenty to hold onto. Rin decided he'd venture out to a few bars this weekend to see if he could find an otter boy to hump. 'Do otter's squeak when they're knotted?'

A flash of green woke Rin from his trance. The flood of people exiting the train had ended and those waiting on the platform started to board. But the thing that caught Rin's attention was the otter's eyes staring back at him. Rin's breath hitched and he broke away from the pillar. Clutching his bag closer, he hurried down the platform to the last train carriage and boarded.

There were only a few other people down that far, and they were seated in the rows at the front of the carriage facing towards the far end of the train. Unfortunately, all the window seats were taken. A shame, it would've made things pass easier if he could stare out the window at the admittedly bleak tunnel view. Rin knew he'd be uncomfortable sitting on the aisle seat next to someone with no phone to occupy himself with, so he instead sat on one of the benches facing inwards. The carriage would fill up rather quickly, but for now he'd be free to lose himself in his thoughts and stare out the opposite window.

Or he would have, if the otter in the blue hoodie hadn't chosen to occupy the seat directly opposite Rin. The wolf blushed and averted his eyes to the top corner of the train to pretend he was intensely studying the trainline diagram set out, as if he hadn't taken this exact train hundreds of times before.

Movement brought his eyes back down to where the otter lifted his left leg to sit a padded foot on the bench. Rin couldn't help his gaze dropping low to where the very male otter was revealing that the hoodie was, in fact, the only clothing he was wearing. Such a revelation came in the form of a plump sac resting on the seat below a fat sheath with a hint of subtle pink at the tapered tip. It was hard to miss.

Rin continued to stare, wide eyed as the otter lowered a paw to the rim of the hoodie and dragged it up to further expose his nakedness. Rin flicked his eyes towards the other occupants in the carriage, but they were all absorbed in their own worlds facing away from the exhibitionist otter behind them.

Rin returned to the otter who was unabashedly trailing fingers around the head of his increasing arousal and occasionally pushing down on his sheath to drag more of his pink flesh into the open.

"Are you worried about them?" The otter's soft voice startled Rin for a moment. His head was tilted slightly to one side in a questioning manner, though his paw didn't remain idle. Now that his erection was throbbing all the way out of his sheath, he could wrap a paw around it and stroke up and down at a leisurely pace.

Rin felt a strong twinge of his own down below as his sheath responded to the visual stimulation. He nodded stiffly; a short motion down and up. The otter's voice was quiet enough that Rin could only just hear him, and he didn't trust his own to not grab the attention of the other people.

"Don't be. They've all got headphones in, none of them can hear us." With that the otter increased his pace and closed his eyes. Before Rin knew what he was doing, the otter had tilted his head back and moaned out - low and loud.

Rin stiffened, in more ways than one, and whipped his head around. He awaited the shocked gasps and angry yelling, and was surprised by the resulting silence. The otter was right. The other passengers really were oblivious to the perverted scene happening only a handful of meters away.

Still, Rin didn't exactly share the otter's sense of adventure. This was obviously some sort of kink play the otter was indulging himself in - why else would he venture outside in literally only a hoodie, and one he's likely purchased for such an occasion if the excessive size was anything to judge from.

And gods, the otter was doing nothing to hide it now. He'd put his foot back on the ground, both feet flexing and clawing at the ground, and used his other hand to bunch the hoodie's fabric right up his chest. His masturbating paw was going all out on his slick length. The wet noise of the otter's precum easily audible to Rin as he slathered his cock in natural lubrication. And the otter himself cared naught for his surroundings. His head was tilted back and panting heavily while he pleasured himself.

"You shouldn't be doing that." Rin's voice was shaky; on the edge of whining.

The otter looked down and flashed a grin. "I'll stop if you give me a hard, juicy doggy cock to play with." Rin did whine at that. His arousal was pressing evidently from his groin making an unmistakable tent in his slacks. Rin moved a paw to try cover his embarrassing predicament but only achieved drawing the otter's attention to it. "Come on wolfy, let me sit on your knot. I'll make you-"

"Now arriving at Corilis Place. Please alight on the left." The robotic announcement of the approaching station cut through the otter's voice momentarily silencing him before he could continue attempting to seduce Rin. And fortunately, the otter had enough sense to stop his pawing and fix the hoodie to cover his modesty, or most of it at least. From Rin's perspective directly in front of him, the wolf could see the plump sac resting on the bench between the otter's spread thighs. And because Rin knew what to look for, the rather subtle ridge running up along the otter's covered stomach lit up like a beacon.

A moment later the train squealed and stopped. Rin flattened his ears in response to the sound, the ringing remaining in his head after the high-pitched whine ended. The end carriage saw a small influx of new people who sorted themselves out quickly into available seats. An old bat took a seat next to the otter and set her purse in the space between them. Thankfully no one sat next to Rin, instead favouring the forward-facing rows in the front half of the carriage. The only other passenger in their half of the carriage was an older, portly lion reading a newspaper while holding onto a hand-strap in the standing area up the back.

The train jolted and began rattling back up to speed. The otter flicked an ear but kept his eyes square on Rin. He held that gaze as his previously idle paw slowly, teasingly trailed down the front of his clothing to trace along the outline of his erection. His other paw, the one soaked in pre that was moment ago wrapped around his cock, went in reverse to his muzzle.

Rin could see the otter's nose twitch and he squirmed. He shook his head in minute motions, but the otter just smirked and flicked his tongue to lap at the silvery webs bridging between his paw. Rin felt his own flesh pulse in its cloth prison. He had half a mind to move his bag across his lap but was equally worried it would bring too much attention to his otherwise very obvious issue.

The unbashful otter had no such worries. He was rubbing enthusiastically at the end of the ridge now; right along the glans of his cock. His other paw was noticeable damp with spittle, and soon left his muzzle to join in discreetly masturbating. The movements could have passed off as if he was scratching an itch on his belly had Rin not known better, and had he not kept going.

The otter was getting more into it now. One paw focused around the end of his covered length and the other rubbed the fabric up and down his shaft. Rin shivered. His trapped cock jumped and twitched desperate for attention, and he had a hell of a time keeping his paws still. A wet trickle of warmth along his right thigh made him glad to wear scent-masker around his crotch fur. The otter smirked. He knew full well what he was doing to the wolf and all it did was get him off faster.

When the train stopped a second time, the otter once again ceased his movements. The lion standing up the back left and several more people took his place. By this point the train was too busy even for the lustful, kinky otter to try push his luck. For the time being, Rin was stuck sitting across from an incubus incarnate with a racing heart and a leaking cock.

The train stopped once more and filled up with twice as many people. The remaining seats were claimed, and the rest remained standing in the aisle. The stop after that, Rin found himself offering his seat to an elderly bear with a walking stick. The wolf shouldered his bag, taking particular care to position it discreetly over his midsection and headed to stand in a corner at the end of the carriage. No sooner had he arrive than the otter casually slipped in next to him on the opposite side to his bag.

The otter didn't turn to look at him, but Rin could see his reflection in the window they were facing. The otter caught his gaze and bit his bottom lip with a seductive wink. The only way Rin could describe his expression is like one of those scantily clad magazine models screaming 'fuck me' at the camera. Only this time it was real and directed at him.

It was all Rin could do to remain nonchalant when he felt a paw trace up along his aching erection. One of his paws held his satchel so that it remained by his side and didn't swing with the motions of the train, and his other was busy holding onto the railing overhead. Meanwhile, the otter had one frisky paw free to grope the quietly whimpering wolf. Rin's only consolidating fact was that by standing in the corner - originally to hide his disobedient wolfhood - also kept the otter's ministrations from view.

Although Rin started to reconsider his decision to tuck himself away when the questing touch moved to his workpants zipper and slowly, tantalizingly began to pull down. Rin felt trapped, like deciding whether to own up to a mistake at work before it was discovered or waiting until someone noticed to be sorry.

The decision was taken out of his paws. Rin felt fingers tickle around his trapped cockhead and then yank his briefs below his sac. Without any restrictions, his cock swung free out in the open of the carriage. Rin's ears flattened and he tried to shrink in on himself. He hoped and prayed no one could see but was far too afraid to glance around to check. If anyone saw, then it was already too late.

"Please, not here," Rin pleaded quietly. The twitch of the otter's ears let Rin know he'd been heard, but the otter didn't cease in taking hold of the hard wolf cock jutting from Rin's pants, nor did he stop tenderly stroking from his tapered tip to partially swollen knot.

He was good with his paws. Too good. It became a struggle for Rin to keep his hips still and not thrust into the experienced webbed paw. Precum slicked his length allowing for easier movement, and excess drips begun to land on the floor between his feet. The otter was familiar with canines too; the ever so slight squeeze of the wolf's knot at the base of each stroke made that obvious.

Rin began to wonder if the otter's plan was to jerk him off all over the wall of the train. Just as his knot began to swell, the paw disappeared and Rin was left panting, his cock twitching in anger at the sudden abandonment.

The paw wet with wolf precum returned to its owner. The otter lifted his hoodie and let his erection stick out before him, hidden from sight with the help of the Rin's body and bag. Using Rin's precum as lube, he re-slickened his pink shaft.

He stepped closer to Rin until their hips bumped and rubbed the head of his cock up and down Rin's wolfhood. The sensation was dull, but the visual was more than enough to coax another few drips to land on the floor. Every so often the otter's precum dribbled out to run down Rin's shaft and wet the fur on his sheath and sac.

Wordlessly, the otter turned away and slipped up between Rin and the back wall. Rin felt the thick tail shift against his cock and inhaled sharply when the feeling of fur gave way to heated flesh. Once he was position, the otter wasted little time in forcing his hips backwards and splitting himself open on Rin's tapered tip.

Rin barely restrained a gasp of breath he'd unknowingly held, instead letting out a slight hiss of air as the incredibly tight feeling of the otter's tailhole settled around his sensitive head. The otter grunted lightly and clenched uncontrollably around the invading length, but only moments later pressed his hips back once more until his stretched rim kissed Rin's knot.

The two let out content sighs and panted quietly in their corner. The occasional rocking of the train jostled Rin's cock around in the tight hole. Gods did Rin want to hump, but they couldn't move too much. Their illicit behaviour had progressed beyond a simple slap on the wrist at this point, and Rin for one wasn't interested in finding out what the punishment would be. The humiliated would be enough of a punishment as it was.

And shit, it probably looked weird with how close they were pressed together. Sure, the train was busy but nowhere near enough to warrant two people literally standing groin to ass. Rin was in the thick of it now, the only thing he could do was not get caught. The otter's ears flicked when Rin wrapped the arm that had been holding the bag around his middle and he looked back over his should with a curious expression.

"Trying to make us look a bit more inconspicuous," Rin mumbled softly into one of the otter's round ears. He hoped they could pass off as a couple and no one would look twice.

The doors opened to allow people to exit and many more to enter. As Rin had hoped, no one gave them a second glance when they entered. Instead the new travellers looked hopefully around for a spare seat and turned with dismay to remain standing like the majority of the occupants.

Rin dared a slight shifting of his hips as people shuffled around. The otter was far braver - or foolhardy - and bucked his hips back to grind against Rin's knot. Rin flexed to keep from bucking back too much and felt the otter's ass begin to stretch around his thick knot. It was all Rin could to do grit his teeth and steady his instincts demanding him to rut the otter harder.

The train rocked as it began moving and Rin used it to cover a hard thrust. His knot slammed hard against the otter's tight rim and spread it wider that his head or shaft could. The otter clutched tightly on his arm and rocked back in response. Rin gasped lightly and pulled back, so his knot didn't slip in and tie them together. He wanted more than anything to breed his audacious new friend, but this was neither the time nor the place to be stuck.

However, the otter had other ideas. Rin hissed as he felt claws dig into his arm. "You're gonna give me that fucking knot," the otter growled out, too loudly once again. Rin would have glanced around cautiously if he didn't feel the demanding exhibitionist force his hips back once more and grind his tight ass back against Rin's crotch.

The claws scratched deep furrows in his arm, not quite piercing skin but certainly making Rin feel it. A moment later and the pain was overridden by the sheer ecstasy of feeling his knot slowly stretch and force its way into the otter's ass. It was like pulling on a new singlet when the elastic was still tight and hugged his body. All at once, the rim passed the widest point of his bulbous flesh and the rest quickly wedged fully under the thick rudder tail.

Rin's breath hitched and started again, quickly panting through his nose. He closed his eyes and rested his head atop the otter's. His paw tightened on the flat belly and held the furry warmth firmly against him. His knot swelled quickly at the same time his sac contracted up against his body. A heartbeat later and he felt the surge of cum rush along his buried length and flood the needy otter's depths. Rin felt as if he was strapped to a rollercoaster with nowhere else to go. Pulse after pulse signalled his ongoing orgasm and he did nothing but enjoy the ride.

Rin opened his eyes slowly. His knot was stuck fast under the otter's tail, and would remain inflated for another several minutes to ensure the greatest change of impregnating him - an impossibility his biology didn't understand. He felt the otter's grip on his arm slacken and likewise eased up with the arm wrapped around his slim belly.

The green pupils of the otter stared back from half-lidded eyes. He looked... sated, and content. For better or worse, his goal of getting Rin's fat knot had been achieved. The sticky webs of white splatters dripped down the back wall of the carriage; a clear and amorous display of the result from the otter's enjoyment. Rin's nose twitched subconsciously at the palpable musk of otter rut. The scent probably wouldn't spread too far - the efficient air recyclers would flush most of it out, but it was only a matter of time before the people around them noticed, and Rin wanted to be long gone by then.

"When's your stop, doggy?" The light voice shook Rin from his thoughts, and it took him a moment longer to realise the otter had spoken again.

Rin glanced at his watch clung to the wrist holding a strap near his face. "Ten minutes away."

"Mine's closer," the otter responded. Without any warning, the otter pulled forward. Rin gasped as his only slightly deflated knot stretched the otter's rim one more time and popped out. The rest of his slick cock soon followed, and a healthy puddle of spent wolf cum splashed to the ground.

The otter shuffled around in the space in front of Rin. When he turned around, the hoodie was back in place covering down to his knees. He looked almost presentable if it wasn't for the suspiciously dark blue splotch over his belly button, and the darker wet fur lining the inside of his thighs. Without any prompting, he attended to Rin's wolfhood hanging out in the open, discreetly tucking his half hard flesh back into his pants and zipping them closed.

Not a moment too soon it seemed as the train squealed to its next station. The otter slipped out from his little cove and glanced back over his shoulder, a familiarly cunning grin on his muzzle. "Coming?"

Rin, mouth agape, stumbled from the train to follow the thick rudder tail and sticky footsteps of an otter whose name he didn't know.