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• So, I figured I don't do enough writing of my own, and so I set out to fix it. So, have a bit of casual sex and exhibitionism, inspired by the artwork of the absolutely magnificent Meesh. I hope you enjoy this little slice of smut!

Clara dans le Métro

Clara wasn't one to do romance.

Not that she didn't think it existed, the labrador was nowhere near that cynical. She just never personally found the idea of all that settled down domestic bliss to be her speed. For her, she liked to keep things simple and uncomplicated. You liked someone? You fucked them. You didn't? Well then, you didn't fuck them. Easy as that.

Which was why she couldn't help but wince internally as the poor coyote in front of her, who had clearly spent quite a bit of time building himself up for this before shuffling from his seat on the metro over next to her, stammered his way through his attempt to invite her on a date. She'd recognized him from work, but hadn't quite pinned down his name yet.

"I mean-oh jeez-lady, I just think that you, me - the both of us I mean - I think we'd--" His herky jerky stuttering, which more than a little resembled the metro's own 'clicky-clack' as it raced along, was brought to a halt as Clara simply held up a hand.

"Hold on kid, let me take a guess. You wanna go on a date, right?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. "Candlelight dinner maybe? Lots of hand holding?" She continued, as the coyote nodded awkwardly.

Clara sighed. "Well, kid, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly the dating kind of girl." She watched as the coyote visibly sagged.

Ah shit, she thought. Nice going, Clara, Kid probably was real hyped for that. Didn't have to shoot him down that hard.

"But, if you're just down to fuck, I'm game." She added, extending her form of an olive branch.

The coyote blinked owlishly. "What?"

Clara nodded. "Yeah, I'm always down for a quicky. I just think it's easier than all that dating stuff, you know, no strings attached, just two furs having a fun night."

"I..." The coyote was visibly blushing now, as Clara internally smiled at just how painfully naïve the kid clearly was.

"You got a name, kiddo?" She prompted, extending a hand. "Cause my name is Clara."

The coyote looked down at her hand, before he clunkily took it and gave it a shake. "D-Dennis. My name is Dennis."

Clara smiled. "Alright, Dennis, how's about a quicky right now?"

Dennis nearly choked. "Right now?!" His eyes darted about, clearly not expecting her to suggest they just openly fuck on the afternoon commute.

"Why not? After all, we're both adults, right?" Clara continued, making sure to keep her tone breezy. "Not like anybody here is watching." She motioned to the other commuters, who seemed mostly contained into their own little bubbles.

By this point, Dennis' face was flushed beet red. "Buh-but we're in public!"

Clara shrugged. "That's their problem, not ours." She reached for his chin, tilting his blushing, anxious face towards hers. "Right now, just focus on you and me."

Just as she suspected, as soon as her lips contacted his own, and her tongue began to probe at his muzzle, the coyote tensed up, before melting as his tongue hungrily began to return the favor. She felt his hand begin to awkwardly paw at her thigh, and she couldn't help but smirk internally as she heard him let out an aroused whine.

We got a newbie, Clara. She thought to herself. Yummy, yummy.

Reaching down, she grabbed one of his hands and guided it between her legs, spreading to allow him some room as he immediately began to jerkly try and paw at her jean covered privates.

"Here," she crooned, breaking from the kiss for a moment. "Let me help you out there."

She smoothly unbuttoned her jeans, the rasp of the zipper being a sound that never ceased to send a tingle down her spine. She guided his hand into her jeans, letting him have a few seconds to get his bearings as she caught his eyes now darting around even as he kept kissing her, clearly overwhelmed by the turn of events. She could feel his fingers rapidly betray his eagerness, as she felt them quickly begin to probe at her rapidly soaked panties.

"Mmmhmmm, good boy," she moaned, playing it up to lend him some confidence. "Make me nice and wet for your cock."

Dennis moaned in return, his fingers soon shoving her panties aside and shoving their way into her vagina, where they began to aggressively pump in and out. Clara let out a nice, long moan on his behalf, pleasantly surprised as he proved surprisingly capable at sending wave after wave of pleasurable sensations through her pussy.

"That's it-ah-keep it up, big boy, keep it up," as she panted, Clara's free hand began to paw at his own jeans, and she could feel the thick, throbbing slab of cock underneath the layer of denim. "Oh you are a big boy, and all for me."

With a rasp and a pop, she opened his jeans, her nimble fingers making quick work of fishing out his cock, apparently already so hard that upon popping out, it sent a splurt of precum across her hand. Clara snickered through her kissing, not bothering to say a word as she moved to straddle his waist. Dennis let out a surprised yelp as she did so, anxiously glancing over at another passenger in shock.

The ferret sitting across from them briefly glanced up from his phone, blushed visibly, and was quick to look back down, his legs crossing awkwardly as he did so.

"Okay, Dennis, here we go," Clara cooed, maneuvering his cock with her hand and, with a keening moan, sliding him smoothly inside the moist, hot confines of her soaked pussy. Dennis let out a loud gasp that soon shifted into an aroused groan, his hands landing on her hips and clinging tightly as Clara began to rock back and forth.

"Yeah, good boy, good boy," she moaned into his ear. "You like me riding your big, fat cock, don't you? Like how tight my pussy is?"

Dennis merely nodded, whining like a child as his hands clenched even tighter to Clara's hips. Clara bit her lip, deciding to stop the dirty talk and just skip to what she really wanted to focus on.

Getting herself fucked silly.

And surprisingly, for someone who was clearly a touch in over his head not five minutes ago, Dennis managed to really be quite apt at the task. Clara couldn't help but repeat her lusty moans and panting affirmations of just how good it felt to have someone's cock drilled into over and over and over, the sloppy sound of her own juices squirting and spraying as their fucking grew more and more intense.

Plap plap plap plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplapla--

"Oh fuh--fuck--fuuuuuuuuu--" Dennis groaned, just as his hips began to thrust even faster than ever before, his hands moving to claw at the shirt Clara was still wearing, as, with one last rough thrust and a rumbling growl, he finally achived release.

Clara bit her lip, inhaling deeply as she felt her own pussy spasm around his cock, the deliciously warm, sticky feeling of fresh cum spurting deep inside her. She could feel his knot, thick and virle, throbbing against her clit, even as he gave some smaller, but no less needy thrusts in an attempt to lock himself inside her.

As she let out a richly satisfied, near decadent moan, Clara caught sight of another metro passenger sitting opposite from her. She licked her muzzle salaciously as she noticed a dark spot suddenly blossom over the ferret's jeans, as he shakily held his phone up to capture every second of this unabashedly erotic and hyper sexual act of public debachery.

Feeling the last bits of Dennis' orgasm jolt from his cock, Clara simply gave the fiercely blushing ferret a cheeky wink, before nimbly sliding herself off of Dennis' cock, just as the muffled voice of the metro conductor announced her stop.

As she stood up, she slid her panties back into place, savoring the syrupy warmth of leaking cum as she zipped her short shorts shut, scooped up her purse, and looked down at the fucked silly coyote.

"Not too bad kid. I'll definitely be seeing you again," she said, swiftly scribbling on a scrap of paper and placing it in his paw. "Call me, why dotcha?"

And with that, she made her way out of the metro car, casting one last smoky look over her shoulder at her spontaous fuck buddy as the doors slid shut behind her, smirking as he awkwardly tried to shove his dick back in his pants.

Gotta love a quick fuck, she thought striding away and across the train station platform, relishing in the satisfaction of a good orgasm, a quickfire fuck, and the delicious warmth of cum in her cunt.

And all with no real strings attached.

The End