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AJ's eyes latched onto a pair of white lacy panties falling to the floor. They made no sound upon hitting the linoleum, and the sheer fabric nearly disappeared against the plain flooring of the aisle. Clicking heels receding, tawny canine tail curling left and right as she walked, the passing girl clearly had not noticed the escaped garment. With just a glance at her back, AJ swept over and snatched up the panties before he even had a chance to think about it.

The skunk never felt panties before. Well, he had, but the cotton ones were nothing like this incredibly smooth almost pearlescent fabric. A layer of lace adorned the sides but left the middle smooth to the touch. As he turned it over, he found long ribbons - they were tied into a tiny bow poised right over the front, but hung much lower. He couldn't help but rub the different textures of the fabric between his fingers, marveling, wondering how it would feel... Really a pity it looked a bit too big. AJ's build was slight, and it was a struggle to find jeans that small that would accommodate his rather enormous tail.

Oh right, that's what he was doing. Debating whether he was going to sacrifice his favorite skinny fit for the more tail comfort... He glanced between the rack of jeans and the panties in hand. He should probably find that girl and return it, since even a cursory glance across the aisle at the ladies' side of the store told him they didn't sell anything like this here.

A point-eared shadow fell over him, and he didn't have to look up to know it was her. He turned and found himself face to face with a sky blue blouse with a loose ruffle neckline and bell sleeves, showing light golden fur at the open sleeves. She had a shopping bag over her shoulder. AJ craned his neck; damn she was tall. The length of her cream-colored muzzle, she was a pure wolf for certain. Her eyes matched her blouse, and they narrowed to dangerous slits.

"S-Sorry, ma'am, I saw you drop these." It was hard to hold eye contact, but AJ made himself do it while he proffered the panties.

"You like that?" The wolf's voice was deeper than he expected and she made no move to touch them.

But AJ's ears perked to the playful undertone to the accusatory words. Had she seen...? Yeah, she'd probably seen him fondling the fabric, and the realization made his cheeks warm. He put on his very best grin. "Oh, I love them, but they're not my size."

That broke her stern facade, and she actually grinned. "Okay, hun." She swung the shopping bag out and held it open before him.

The bag itself was brazenly branded pink with black filigree. AJ's eyes widened slightly. That was from Primrose's! He got a glimpse of more lace inside the bag, but fought down his curiosity. Even as AJ reached out to deposit the panties, he found himself rubbing the fabric again; damn it. Well, he'd already made a fool of himself in front of this girl, no more harm... Assuming his racing heart wasn't harmful.

Her tone shifted to a sultry drag. "You haven't been to Primrose, have you?"

"Um, no? I'm a boy." He gestured to himself. And immediately, he regretted drawing attention downward, given what he was pitching and how obvious his skinny jeans made it. Also, next to her, he looked so... plain. The black work shirt wasn't exactly a great compliment to his already monochrome palette, and his jeans had painfully obvious wear in the knees.

After a protracted, slightly awkward silence, the wolf girl shook her head. "Yeah, you're a boy. And? Why can't you go to Primrose?"

AJ's muzzle opened, and his jaw worked, but nothing came out; he'd taken it as gospel that boys didn't go to girls' lingerie shops, and she'd just turned his paradigm inside out. That wasn't the issue at all, was it? How many times had he window shopped there? "I guess... I was scared to go alone?"

"Oh, you poor dear." Her bag swung back over her shoulder. "Then we're going right now."

"We? I... Hey, wait!" The skunk started after the retreating wolf. She glanced back with an impatient look, and AJ sucked in a breath. She really was expecting him to follow...? "Y-You're serious? I don't even know your name! Don't get me wrong, I would love to... but I was in the middle of getting other things..." He waved at the rack of jeans behind him.

Her irate sidelong gaze held AJ for a moment, then she squared off to face him, sighing. "I hear you. Get over it. You have a choice: follow me now, and come back for your normie clothes later, or don't follow me at all."

He spared the jeans one last glance, but to the skunk, it wasn't a choice at all. As if this were his one shot at... a kind of longing he couldn't bring himself to put a name to, didn't dare dream of. Sure, he could hypothetically walk into Primrose's on his own at any time, but... all the same, he hastened after the girl. When the wolf glanced back, she smiled. Genuinely smiled, giving AJ butterflies in the stomach.

A cashier eyed them curiously, seeing the pair leave without buying, but they walked right through the scanners and nothing happened. They stepped out into the mall's upper walkway, overlooking the hub. A full size tree was planted on the ground floor below, and the canopy was still over their heads on the second; the branches craned for the glass dome above. "Name's Corrine, by the way." She had to raise her voice over the endless echoing murmur.

He knew the way to Primrose's, but trailed behind her longer stride. "Pretty name! Call me AJ."

The wolf paused at the top of an escalator, glancing over her shoulder and waiting a moment for him to catch up. "That's not a name."

"It's what everyone calls me."

Corrine reached for his arm as he came in range, steering him in front of her onto the escalator step, "Is it Alex? Art? Andy? Adonis?" She leaned over him as the steps carried them downward, her teeth clicking dangerously close to the skunk's ear. "You look like an Andy."

"I hate my first name," and he sure as heck wasn't going to tell a stranger, "So I stick with AJ."

Her long fingers cupped his muzzle and tipped his face to face him with those narrow, icy, sharpened eyes again. He caught a whiff of raspberry perfume, she was so close. He fidgeted in place, fighting the instinct to look away and let himself be cowed. But he couldn't do that. He absolutely wasn't telling her his first name.

Just as he worried she was going to make an issue of it, her expression softened. "Okay, well, what's the J?"

He breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the wolf's fingers released his face. "Jesse."

"Jesse?" A grin spread across her muzzle, a mischievous spark in her eye. "You poor boy."

AJ stumbled off the escalator as his shoe caught on the landing, and he nearly face-planted, but Corrine grabbed his shoulder with frightful ease and pulled him aright, even as she strode off and past him, graceful as ever and making a hard left. Primrose's, the frosted letters of the name emblazoned across the glass storefront, lay before them. The pink paint job inside and low lighting made a sultry backdrop for the lavishly posed and eerily realistic mannequins lined up behind the glass in glamorous dresses, scanty lingerie, and exotic cuts. A caramel kimono with flowing patterns of gold sequins. A classic thong and corset combo. A coat with a train of white fur thicker than AJ's tail.

How many times had he walked by with a group of friends? Ogling, discussing which girlfriends they'd like to see in which sets. AJ never chipped in; he never quite felt right, because looking at the same display... he just wanted to try it himself. The butterflies in his stomach were just getting worse. But soft fingers took his hand, and he looked up at Corrine's surprisingly gentle face. "Come on. I know the desk girl on this shift, she's discreet. There's nothing to worry about."

Her hand slipped around his arm instead. AJ sucked in a deep breath, gave an appreciative nod, and fell in step with her.

The desk girl was a corgi, and she looked over curiously, exchanged a wave with Corrine, and gave AJ the trailing skunk a pleasant smile in passing.

AJ's eyes drank it all in: all the lace, corsets, panties, brassieres, a rainbow rack of accessories - bows, stockings, gloves, in every imaginable shade of color. There were whole rows of latex, rubber, and... were those manacles? Rows of boots, a whole section of skimpy swim-wear, glass cases of jewelry. The shop was deeper than he imagined. Much deeper. There were some less slutty clothing options too, styles befitting a beauty pageant. His eyes honed in on a yellow dress in an exotic cut, but just one glance at the price tag turned him away.

He found the wolf watching him. She smiled and wordlessly motioned him along, steering AJ past rows of shoes, heels, boots, toward the lingerie sets and one row in particular. The full sets had photos of models wearing them. He quickly recognized the style of panties he'd picked up off the department store floor and looked at the model; a curvy lioness.

Did Corrine have the rest of this set too? Cheeks hot, he could just about imagine her B-cup in that matching halter top - layered satin, narrowing to meet a loop of fabric about the neck like a choker. He dared a look at the price tag and grit his teeth. Oh, if only...

Clicking hangers drew AJ's attention back to the wolf called his attention to another set; same style but in vivid red, accented with a layer of black lace. She took the hanger down and held it it up between them. He checked the panties; same design, same bow and ribbons. Was she really considering basically the same outfit she already bought here? "Do they have it in the next size bigger? That one looked a bit small for you."

"Oh hun, this one's not for me." She smiled devilishly. "These are what I'm going to fuck you in."

He felt like his whole face was ablaze; his ears stood pert, eyes wide, and his jaw hung open. Also his pants were suddenly very tight.

"Don't worry... We'll take it nice and slow. If you're good, you I'll fuck you, and you can keep whatever I buy you." Her eyes dropped to the tent in his jeans, openly lingering. "I think it's a safe assumption you like that idea. Also, I recommend breathing."

AJ gasped; he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. Could she seriously just afford to buy a total stranger something like this off the cuff? Did he really want to have sex with a stranger? And how...? She seemed like a dom, but what did she mean by... "D-do they have strapons for sale here too?"

Her head tilted, the wolf's eyes squinting faintly, incredulous. "Seriously? You don't know... who I am?"

"I didn't know your name until five minutes ago!"

"I thought that was-" She blinked, shook her head. "Do you live under a rock?"

"What, were you on the news or something?"

"Yes."

"...Oh." The skunk bristled a bit; it was true he really didn't care to follow celebrities. He was pretty bad about current events, too.

The wolf smiled. "You know what? It's fine. Not too often I meet someone who doesn't immediately think of my father."

"He's someone famous, I take it?"

"He's rich and he came in my mom. Figure out the rest later. Put this on." She tossed the red lingerie at him.

AJ caught the bundle, clutching the skimpy fabric to his chest. "Now?"

"Ya. Good boys don't keep me waiting." Corrine extended a finger dramatically toward the corner of the store. "Changing room's that way, hun."

His ears perked up to a muffled giggle - not Corrine's. The corgi. Their voices carried more than he thought. The skunk spun in the indicated direction and fought down the urge to run. Mind reeling, he just had to keep breathing, fighting for breath against the flutter in his chest. There were four stalls, pepto bismol pink, none of them occupied. He threw himself into the first one and shut the door.

He was face to face himself. A full length mirror on the inside of the door showed him a wide-eyed skunk, clutching a scrap of red lingerie to his chest, tail a frazzled messy poof. He needed a haircut, too - the shock of white hair was trying to curl into wings at the neckline. His twin tail stripes looked twice their normal size, nearly blending into a single stroke of white. Deep breaths. Hanging up the lingerie, AJ brought his broad tail around, petting the fur back down. His ears perked Corrine's heels clicked past outside with purpose. The wolf walked like she was on a mission.

AJ reeled himself in. Here he was, about to experience real lingerie, a fantasy he hadn't dared to dream would come true. He was in Primrose's changing room, no less! He spurred himself to action, kicking shoes off his footpads, stripping out of his boring old shirt and undoing his pants and pushing down his underwear with them. His white chest fur tapered to a stripe, white fur ending with his sheath and balls; they stood out starkly against his black furred thighs. He had to sit down on the bench to wrangle his tight jeans all the way off.

As he sat back in the nude, his eyes fell on his reflection. Just a normal, unassuming boy, ignoring the fact he was sitting in a hot pink room. Lanky, but definitely male. Then he reached for the panties, placed his feet delicately through the proper holes, and stood. His breath caught as he looked up at the mirror, straightening, the incredibly smooth fabric caressing his thighs on the way up. Heart pounding in his ears, his breath and the brush of fabric seemed so loud... He spread his thighs and let his sack settle into the panties. The back hugged his cheeks and the front settled over his stiffening erection.

It felt every bit as good as he hoped, but seeing himself in the mirror... he couldn't help but pose a little, lift a knee and arch his back. Gone was the plain boy. He grinned, and to him it felt like a very girly grin. The vivid red just popped against his black and white fur, screaming for attention, drawing it to his obvious bulge. The little bow nestled perfectly at the tip of his tent, and the ribbons framed the outline of his prominent erection. Such a small addition, and it just shifted his whole perception of... himself. Was it bad that he was enjoying looking at himself so much?

In any case, the halter top was next. But how to attach it? The clasps were obvious, and it was pretty easy to afix the neck loop. AJ was thankful he was pretty flexible, and could just about reach the main clasps behind his back... but it was so hard getting the tiny hooks to line up! Just when he thought he felt one catch, it slipped out; after the third or fourth time, groaning faintly in frustration, his ears perked up at the approaching clicks of heels. The door swung open, and AJ practically leapt out of his fur. "H-Hey!"

His protest went ignored, as Corrine, now with a second Primrose bag on her arm, squeezed into the tiny stall beside him. She shook her head at his half-on halter. "No, no." She nudged the door shut and squeezed behind the flustered, wordless skunk, setting her bags on the bench. "You've obviously never worn a bra."

Jaw limp, AJ could only stand in mild shock as the invasive wolf undid the neck clasp. She didn't seem impressed by what she saw. She took the top and wrapped it around him again, backwards, clasps around his chest. "Latch the front first. Well, go on, take it, I'm not going to do it all for you.

He obeyed meekly with a shaky breath. He was so hard. As soon as he got all the clasps seated, Corrine twisted the garment a full 180, the right way around. "There. Now do the neck."

"T-thank you," AJ breathed. His cheeks burned, his cock throbbed in its new satin prison, and all he could focus on was her eyes, scanning him head to toe.

"I knew red would be a great accent with your fur. I only have one problem."

"Y-yes?"

"Your legs. They're two-tone."

AJ glanced down at his paws, and their white 'socks' pattern. "What about them?"

The wolf dove into the second bag and emerged with... he wasn't sure, only that it was red and fit easily in her long hand. "Means these won't do. I'll be back."

And she was gone, leaving the door wide open! AJ's hand instinctively went to cover his groin while he shut it - even though there was nobody else out there still, as far as he could tell. The corgi was on the far side of the shop, with at least twenty rows of clothing racks between. More importantly, why didn't these stalls have-

Wait, they did have locks. Little deadbolts, exactly like bathroom stalls. But AJ had completely missed it because he'd been too busy ogling himself. His fingers brushed the latch, but... she was coming back. And was it bad that he looked forward to that? To being seen like this? Even if she was practically a stranger... or perhaps because of it. He left the lock alone, fingers instead playing with the layers of satin and lace over his chest, traced the floral pattern of black over red and watching his reflection's figure in the new top, licking his lips. Another pose - something he imagined to be regal, lifted up on the balls of his feet with a sultry head dip. Oh, yes... If this wasn't narcissism, he wasn't sure what was.

He dared a peek into the bag. Was that jacket... leather? Real leather? The swiftly approaching clicks warned him, and this time he was a bit more composed when Corrine barged back in. His head dipped automatically as he backed into a wall, making room.

"Here. Wear these, I need to see them on you before I settle on the rest of your outfit."

AJ caught the bundle she tossed at him. "The rest?" The package was just more red fabric wrapped around a plastic- Oh. Stockings. "What was wrong with the last ones?"

He lifted his eyes and immediately regretted it, catching her crossed arms and irked expression. "Hurry up, you're keeping me waiting."

"Y-Yes, ma'am." He toppled back onto the bench, ignoring his tail jammed awkwardly in the corner in his sudden effort to open the pack of stockings as quickly as possible.

"'Ma'am', hmm?" She cooed over him while he struggled to get a foot paw all the way into the ridiculously stretchy fabric. "Any_who_. The first stockings I picked were transparent. They'd look like two completely different reds against your fur. You need an opaque set."

The skunk struggled; there seemed no end to the fabric, and he just kept pulling it in bunches, slowly but surely cladding his entire leg in red. It felt... really good, actually. The texture was a bit different, but they were a close match for color with the lingerie set. Corrine knelt into his view, causing him to freeze, uncertain. She snatched up the second stocking, rolled it like a donut, and placed it over his other foot. Her hands slid upward, unrolling the fabric along the way.

AJ shivered as her fingers slid into his inner thighs, dangerously close to his panties. "Hold these. I have some adorable garters." He nodded meekly and held the stockings' fabric taut while she went digging in her bag. He was expecting a garter belt, but instead she produced a pair of black bands, elastic wreathed lace, settling them around each of his thighs where the stockings wanted to slip. Feeling her hands on his legs sent shivers up his spine.

"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves." She reached up and poked the tip of his panties. The skunk bit his tongue as her touch slid to the peak of his satin-bound penis. Her finger came away damp, with a string of pre briefly dangling back to the red tent. She stood up and backed against the door, arms folding idly as she looked over her handiwork.

He wanted to cover up. His instincts screamed at him, but... he relished her eyes on his body. He felt... pretty. Rather than cover up, he leaned back, puffing out his chest and lifting a knee, offering a wry smile.

Corrine licked her lips. "Red is sooo your color. The trick is gonna be finding what else might work with that color scheme. Your colors are so bold... I'm thinking neutrals."

Not knowing the first thing about color schemes and whatnot, he just smiled.

"Alright, stand up."

The wolf pulled the leather jacket out of the bag and tossed it around his shoulders, turning him to face the mirror. But she didn't seem too satisfied with the addition of the brown, and reached into the bag again. A robin egg blue one-piece dress in an off-shoulder style came next, and she held it across his body, giving it a long hard look in the mirror. She tutted and discarded that as well. A pastel blouse and gray pencil skirt rapidly joined the pile of rejects. She tried the blue dress again, but upon further consideration, dropped it to the floor. "Damn it. None of it feels quite right."

"What was wrong with the blue one? I liked it."

"It goes with the red okay in small doses, but don't look right with the full stockings. But I reeaally like those stockings on you." Corrine's arms draped over his shoulders from behind, idly stroking across his halter top. AJ, only slightly shaky, drew a deep breath and stole the opportunity to subtly lean against her. She didn't seem to mind. "I mean... I think your fur looks good with the colors so far."

Her downturned eyes snapped back up to the mirror. "Hmm."

The skunk shrugged, tail tip flitting nervously and batting her thigh. "Oh, don't listen to me. My fashion was limited to jeans and random tee until today..." And now, he barely recognized himself! He felt somehow lighter, and meeting his reflected gaze, found a spark kindled in his eyes. He reached a hand up to catch one of hers, turning to kiss the wolf's forearm. "This has been... really wonderful. Thank you."

She turned her muzzle to nip at his ear. "All the more reason for me to make it perfect., hon. And I think I saw something on the way in. I'll be right back."

AJ wanted to say... something. But he couldn't find words before Corrine retreated, leaving the dressing stall door wide open again. He folded his hands and waited with an uncontrollable grin, watching the wolf's tail sway happily. With the door open, he tracked the tall girl as far as his eyes would let him... His head tipped curiously. She'd already passed by all the main sections of decent clothing. She was up front by the purses and- Oh. She was going to talk to the corgi. Confidence slipping, AJ shut the stall door.

His foot bounced while he waited. His ears perked up to a thud. But...no, nothing was coming his way yet, so he took a seat, hugged his tail, and kept on waiting. If she'd seen something on the way in, what was taking so long...? How long had it actually been? Probably not as long as he imagined, but still... It felt like forever. But... still waiting. He was fully sheathed again. He liked the panty bulge, but looking at the mirror or even thinking about it started making him hard again.

At Corrine's clicking heels, he was standing and bobbing on the balls of his feet. Having to wait this long, whatever she had for him had to be good! The stall door pushed open, and on the wolf's arm... a caramel kimono. A swoosh of sequins patterned like a wave dominated a good third of the design. Wasn't that on one of the storefront mannequins up front!?

She held it open, and he offered his arms. He had to hold them pretty high for her to get past the broad bell sleeves with the sash to tie it shut. Corrine pushed his arms down and brushed the fabric smooth along AJ's body. His face felt hot. He hadn't quite realized it was quite so short in the front - the tie was higher up on his waist than he imagined, and he was going to be flashing his inner thighs if he walked much.

"Almost. Just one more thing...!" She turned to the door.

AJ squealed, nearly jumping out of his fur, tail puffing again. His face burned. The corgi had been standing there this whole time!? The girls giggled madly.

The counter girl's tail wagged fiercely, and she wore a delighted grin. She was comically short next to Corrine. "It's okay," she whispered conspiratorially, "Your secrets are safe with me. I mean, safer than they are with her." She handed something up to the taller canine - gold hairpins with big red... were those supposed to be roses? No, the shape was wrong. They were darn realistic, though.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Corrine stooped before AJ. "Not much to work with, here. Grab the comb in my purse?"

"Yeah!"

He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about having two strange girls fixing his hair, combing it at strange angles. He'd never even considered a hairpin, but now he had two of them, one jammed above each ear from the feel of it. But when the wolf stepped aside and he saw the mirror, his jaw dropped.

He was nowhere to be found in the mirror. This effeminate skunk in the mirror was someone new. The kimono accentuated their curves, and showed off a lot of leg with shocking boldness. The red stockings tied in wonderfully with the red satin halter exposed by the kimono and the red flowers. All that remained of AJ was the stupefied expression, slowly being wiped away by a brilliant smile. His breath was caught, and he couldn't form words.

"How's that, Jesse?" Corrine murmured in his ear.

"You really are adorable," the corgi girl giggled.

God, his face burned, and the flutter in his chest was painful, but... this was the best day of his life. "I love it."

The wolf's fingers encircled his hand and tugged toward the door. "It'd be a shame to waste all that prep in a stall. Come on. Show the world the new Jesse."

Show the world. Leave the stall, the store, walk around the mall, and be seen by others. AJ dreaded the thought at first, but studying himself in the mirror and seeing a girl he'd dare to call beautiful? Yes, he wanted to be seen like this. "O-Okay." Wait, was his voice higher...? He was in falsetto, and he wasn't even thinking about it - instinctually trying to maintain the illusion. Even if his falsetto wasn't that convincing. Maybe if he spoke a bit more breathy, it wouldn't be noticeable? "Um, I'm not sure I feel right wearing my old shoes, though."

"We have a whole section!" The corgi piped up.

AJ had never been big on shoes. If they fit and were comfortable, he would wear them until they wore out and then get another. But now... like a switch was flicked, he latched onto a pair of tall black boots with heels. "These would go great with this outfit! I hope they have my size. Wait, what even is my girl shoe size...?"

"I dunno." Corrine looked over the display model dubiously. "I don't recommend these."

"Why not!?"

"They're some pretty steep heels. We'll get you a short pair you can practice with at home, and if you like them, we'll come back and get these, okay?"

"Oh. Okay." It managed to lift AJ's spirits with the thought of possible future shopping trips, though.

And as he quickly learned, shopping womens' shoe sizes was a pain and a half. But eventually, they found a pair of flats that fit. All his old clothes were tucked away atop his sneakers in a Primrose bag, and Corrine told him to face away while the corgi rang up the bill.

The receipt printer just kept printing and printing, with its little electric buzz. He couldn't even begin to imagine how exorbitant this escapade was. There was only a pane of glass between them and the countless furs streaming through the mall now, and he eyed the crowd, fighting nerves. One old weasel did look their way, but he was just lewdly eying the mannequin display.

"All done. You ready?" Corrine stepped into his view, smiling brightly and offering her free arm. "You got this."

Throat stuck, AJ just slid his arm into hers and nodded vigorously.

"Good girl."

The wolf pushed the door open for him and, ears pinned back, he fell in pace with her out of the store. He could feel the glances. No gasps or cries of scandal. Nobody looked twice- Well, actually, plenty did just that. But nobody seemed to recognize him as a boy. As he dared to meet their eyes, he found jealousy in many of the girls' eyes, approval in others', and quite a few boys' jaws dropped. AJ just offered a timid smile, heart pounding, oh so aware of how every step he took exposed a dangerous stretch of inner thigh even above the stockings.

"So where are we going?" He glanced up at Corrine as they walked, but she hadn't noticed. His tiny falsetto didn't carry, and he had to raise up on tiptoe and repeat directly in his wolf escort's ear.

"You'll see!" She grinned, steered them onto an escalator. Going up, AJ wasn't too worried about anyone behind getting a peek... Corrine hung a left at the top, peeling away from the rest of the crowd. What was even up here...? They passed only empty storefronts. There was a fabric store, but the lights were out, and the place was closing down soon from the looks of it. Nobody else was walking this way. At least he could catch a breath since nobody was looking.

"So I have to ask," Corrine practically purred in his ear. "Do you have much sexual experience?"

The skunk shook his head, chewing his lower lip, heart racing. She was really going to... do it with him?

"Any at all?"

"N-No. None."

They were walking out onto a bridge now, overlooking the crowd milling through the entertainment wing of the first floor. A dangerous grin spread across the wolf's muzzle. "Ohhh, I get a virgin all to myself?" She asked with a note of pride.

"Y-Yeah." AJ nodded.

Corrine dropped the Primrose bag and shoved him at the barrier along the bridge. The skunk yelped, catching himself on the metal handrail - but apart from that, the barrier was clear acrylic. And the wolf pushed him bodily right up against it, her hands giving his backside a squeeze and wandering around his thighs. For just two minutes he'd assumed they were going somewhere private, but he should have known better - the burning in his cheeks returned as her fingers tugged the kimono a little wider, putting AJ's panties on display for anyone who just so happened to look up.

Which, someone did: a calico in glasses stepped out of the comic shop and noticed the pair up on the bridge. Her eyes widened.

AJ's ears tilted to the sound of a zipper. Corrine's pants!? "R-Right here?"

"Right here, hun." His tail was eased aside as she drew closer, and it carried the longer back of the kimono out of the way. He felt a rigid shaft on his backside, rubbing the smooth satin of his panties. "You know, I wasn't nearly as cute as you before I transitioned. Lean over."

The calico hurried on. No one else had noticed for the moment, but... "A-Aren't there cameras like, everywhere? Aren't we going to get in troub- Eep!" A sharp tug at the back of his panties cut him off. A hot shaft settled against his now bare cheeks, settling into his crack. He bit his lip. Her cock. She was rubbing her cock against him. He could feel it, and imagine a bit, but he'd never actually seen anyone else's... Let alone feel...!

"Lean over. Don't make me ask again."

The front of his panties were still caught on his erection, at least. Sidling even closer to the chest-height barrier, he leaned over it a bit, resting his arms on the rail. "More," the wolf beckoned, pressing insistently against his back. He had to raise up on his toes to do it.

A finger pushed against his backdoor, AJ could only whimper. The wolf leaned over him, murmuring in his ear. "You're doing great, Jesse. Now, just relax."

"I can't," he hissed, "I'm on tiptoes, I'm too short for this!"

"Don't talk back to me. Or I'll make you give all those pretty clothes back. Right here, right now, on this very bridge. Are we clear, Jesse?"

His jaw dropped. Would she really...? His erection twinged at the mental image, but he tried to ignore that; he just nodded meekly. "Y-Yes Ma'am."

"Put your weight on your arms. We'll get you nice and stretched out." Thankfully the barrier was quite solid when he put his full weight on it, taking most of the weight off his feet, and he did his best to relax. Corrine pressed to his back, and her fingers gripped his muzzle. AJ made an uncertain mewl, but her thumb and forefinger forced his jaw open, and she wiggled two fingers inside. "Now be a good girl and suck."

Why was it he shivered every time she gave him an order like that...? Didn't matter, he suckled on the offered... well, forced intruders. He knew what was coming, so he made it sloppy and tried not to think of all the people below with a view of his tent. He was leaking so much pre, the front of his panties were soaked... Satin wasn't one of those fabrics that basically turned transparent when it was wet, right?

The wolf's fingers withdrew, and AJ watched a string of saliva like a reel trying vainly to bring them back, but no... He braced himself; sure enough he felt them rubbing at his backdoor, pushing, teasing. AJ chewed his lip.

"Last chance to chicken out, Jesse. You want this?"

He nodded, but Corrine leaned closer. "I'm sorry Jesse, I didn't hear you."

"Y-Yes," he breathed.

"Did you say yes? Speak up!"

His voice cracked out of falsetto as he lifted it. "Yes, I said yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I w-want it... in me!" It wasn't just a shiver by this point; he was trembling, panting. "Please? I- OOoohhh!"

As the slick finger wormed into his tailhole, his knees threatened to give out, his ears pinned back, and his tongue dangled from his slack jaw. That was such a weird feeling. His virgin pucker tried vainly to rebel, but Corrine shoved insistently and pushed a second damp finger against the opening. "Remember, relax."

All he could do was whimper. Relaxing that ring of muscle was hard when she was pushing at it so much! But every time he managed to give it any slack, she pushed further in. He leaned further over the railing, stretched, almost no weight on his toes anymore - at least he didn't have to worry about his knees. When the wolf had both fingers stubbornly inside him, she stopped. AJ, with breathy huffs, craned his neck trying to get a glance of her.

"Take a minute. Breathe. Get used to it. Cuz when I peg you, I won't be holding back."

He hung his head. So many people below, it was a wonder more of them didn't look up... Not that he was complaining! He felt like a slut, hanging over the railing begging to get stuffed. But every time he thought he was about to relax, Corrine would twist, curl, or thrust her fingers. AJ clamped his teeth and tried to hold back the groans that rose unbidden every time; the more noise he made the more attention he'd draw.

The doors of the movie theater across the way burst open, a stream of excited people emerging. A horse tipped his head back, stretching, and noticed the scene on the bridge. He stood well above the crowd, so others noticed him staring. AJ flushed hot as the theater traffic stopped short for the unexpected free show.

Corrine apparently took it as a sign he was ready, because her fingers slipped out, and a canid cock nestled into his pucker instead. "Oh look, you have fans."

"We're gonna get in trouble," he whined.

Her teeth closed gently on his ear and raked off the tip. "Look at their pants."

A majority of the gawkers stopped themselves and hustled on their way. A few kept looking, including the horse - he was frozen in his stretching pose, pitching a tent. Just as AJ registered this, wolf cock rammed into his tailhole, and he cried out. He clapped a hand over his muzzle.

"Oh, don't be shy," Corrine murmured as she began to plow. "That was an adorable noise."

If he'd thought fingers felt weird, her penis was another sensation entirely - it pushed far deeper, and he moaned into his hand as she rammed his prostate with her pointed tool. The reaction wasn't lost on her; she ground her hips against him, working over that spot. AJ shuddered uncontrollably, wracked with the unfamiliar sensation. His tail whipped about, and he gasped through his fingers as he felt orgasm pulse through his untouched, satin-clad member. His hips rocked weakly with the spasms of climax, and he felt hot cum oozing down his panties. On the outside - the fabric was so tight over his tip that his cum went straight through it! Every fiber of his body was tight and trembling, including his tailhole. His eyes screwed shut; he didn't dare look down to see if anyone had just watched him do it.

"Tight little boy," the wolf cooed, hips gyrating without so much as a pause. "At least try not to cum before-"

"Too late," AJ whimpered. That gave Corrine pause, however briefly. Her hand snaked around his waist, and the skunk trembled even more as her fingers brushed his oversensitive tent. She scooped up a sample of seed, and his cheeks burned as he heard her lips smack.

I suppose I can forgive you this time, virgin boy." Corrine grabbed his hips and pushed herself deeper. AJ groaned, feeling the swell at the base of her cock, her knot... Surely she'd bottom out any moment? But no, his mind reeling as she just kept pushing until her sheath ground against his pucker. The wolf's fingers strayed over his panties again. "Aww, you're still hard? Here, let's give your fans a show."

"F-Fans?" He didn't dare open his eyes now. "Wait, I-"

"Too late." She echoed his words as her fingers hooked his panties, tugged. He could hear the tiny, slick smacking noise as cum-stained fabric peeled away from his penis, leaving him twitching freely, and he swore he could feel eyes on it. Her fingers curled around his waist, dug into his fur, and pulled him back into her next thrust, and the next. "I suppose that's one way to get you to relax."

It was true; his pucker was much more receptive to her intrusion. In a blissful daze, AJ thought he could get used to this; feeling so full was... not unpleasant, actually. Having her canine cock inside him, feeling her pleasure. All the signs - the short breaths, hot against the back of his neck, the way her body tensed, her subtle groans and the unabashed way she took him. She wanted him, was using him, and intended to fully satisfy herself with him - and he relished every bit of it, shivering as she slammed into him again and again, that swelling base-

Wait. His eyes shot open. "N-No, careful with the knot...!" A pang of fright. Could he even take the knot!? And even if he managed... She couldn't tie him out here where people could see!

"Shh." Corrine cooed over him, not slowing in the slightest. Her gradually swelling knot slid in and out of his pucker easily, for now. "You'll upset your fans. See them, over on the left?"

He couldn't help looking. The horse from before, and a pair of other furs, had found a spot behind a big cardboard stand-up to watch unobtrusively. AJ's throat caught as he realized one of them had his phone out, another had a hand in their pants, and the horse... had undone his jeans and stroked openly to the sight. At least he'd gotten out of the thoroughfare and wasn't drawing more attention to the bridge!

A tug under his tail. The skunk nearly panicked, but Corrine pulled her growing knot free with a painful stretch. AJ breathed a sigh of relief, but then she pushed it right back against his pucker. "C-Corrine, don't...!" That moment she forced the widest of her member through, the moment his tight ring of muscle caved, and her knot was sucked inside, sent a shiver up his spine and a little moan escaped him.

"I'll pull it out," she huffed, "If you relax enough to let me... Hurry, before it's too late."

She tugged, and he couldn't unclench. His entrance was as tight as his fingers on the railing. He could feel it inflating by the moment. Asking him to relax under pressure? It wasn't fair!

But this was what she wanted, wasn't it? AJ calmed his breathing. At least... if she knotted... whatever happened, she'd be there to deal with it too. It was a bit forced, but he just had to let go and trust her.

"Jesse, I think you should blow a kiss to your fans."

"What?"

Corrine's teeth raked the back of his neck as she ground her hips into him. "Do it."

They were still in the same spot. He lifted his fingers to his lips, kissed them and exaggerated the blowing. The horse's eyes bulged, and so did his cock. He turned away and AJ watched a spout of white hit the back of the cardboard display hard enough to jostle it. He'd just... made someone cum. By blowing them a kiss. And he realized with a start, he was building toward a second climax of his own.

With a sharp yank, Corrine's knot pulled free, and AJ yelped. A new wave of eyes lifted to the sudden noise. He didn't have time to complain, though, because she plowed right back into his prostate and dropped most of her weight on him, pinning him against the barricade, while heat and wetness bloomed from her cock deep inside the skunk. The way she pinned him, his legs weren't supporting anything anymore; they briefly lifted, toes curling, his body vainly trying to buck as he came again, cock spitting a couple more strings of cum.

Wait, she hadn't given permission to get off again...

But before AJ could worry to much, Corrine's teeth raked the back of his neck and clutched firmly. Her erratic thrusts, her moan, and quaking body were all the warning he had; warmth bloomed inside him from her spasming cock. Shivers of pleasure ran up the skunk's spine, and his tail hiked, fluttered. His heart pounded through the surreal moment, as his orgasm waned and hers began. Every sensation - the wolf's weight against him, her possessive grasping claws, her hot breath on his neck, the hammering in his chest. The open air, and knowing he was being watched as he let her... use him. He needed her. Needed this feeling of fullness, of feeling the fruits of a lover's pleasure injected inside him, jet after hot jet.

He was no longer certain which shaky breaths belonged to who anymore, with the wolf panting in his ear. AJ had just lost his virginity. And learned a lot about himself along the way. He was okay with this, and his eyes were open to a whole new world... Could he even go back to being a 'normal' boy after this?

Corrine's fingers cupped his softening shaft. Her teeth still hadn't let go of his neck, and AJ could feel her lips curl into a grin. But her fingers slid by and tugged his panties back up into place. His cum from earlier was still wet; the chilly mess settled over his sheath.

She finally let go of his neck and licked his fur flat again. "Seems like you enjoyed yourself, Jesse."

His 'fans' had bolted, leaving only a stain on the back of the display stand. He shivered as her shaft was jerked free of his tailhole, and she tugged his panties up before any of her leavings could escape. AJ lowered himself from the railing gingerly. His knees threatened to give out, but Corrine's arms were there to steady him, strong but gentle while his legs recalled their function.

The wolf tipped his muzzle toward her. "Hey. You okay?"

He smiled, turning fully to embrace her. "Never better."

"Good. Was afraid I'd fucked your voice away." Her fingers strayed through the skunk's hair, cupped his cheek affectionately. "Would be a shame. I liked hearing you moan. Hope that wasn't the last time."

AJ leaned into the touch. "Should I give you my number?"

"Can you walk?" she asked, bending to retrieve the Primrose bag with all AJ's boring normal clothes.

"I think I'm good now."

She pulled out her phone, tapped at it a moment, and haded it over with a blank contact up. "Then yes, I'll take a cute girl's number. But keep up, I have some business to take care of while we're up here."

It was extremely distracting to walk with wet cum squishing around his sheath with every step, and a bit more leaking out of him... That felt so weird. It felt slutty, but AJ managed to ignore it sufficiently to punch in his name and number while he tailed the wolf. He wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, but when he finished and looked up, Corrine was holding a nondescript plastic card up beside a door with an employees only sign. There was a beep, and she pushed it open. There was a constant whine spilling out from the room beyond - a locked cage full of blinking lights and bundles of zip-tied wires running into the ceiling. A server room?

Corrine stuck her head in. "Oh Kyyyyle?"

"Hey, Miss Coldwell!"

The skunk saved his contact and held out the wolf's phone, preferring to avoid messing with it any further for fear of her wrath, but not wanting to distract her. Corrine Coldwell? Should he know that name? She said she'd been on the news but it wasn't ringing a bell.

"Did you wreck someone on the bridge again?" The voice inside - Kyle? - asked. AJ could practically hear the person grinning. Wait, she'd done this before? Same place, different tail?

Did that... even bother him? He struggled to find a reason why it should.

"Oh, this one' special. Make sure you check the footage around the outside of the theater and the game store - we had a bit of an audience."

AJ found his eyes drawn to the door's card reader. Who would have access to the mall's server room, of all places?

Kyle went on. "Tell you what, I'll do it for a BJ."

"In your dreams, hun. Are you gonna drink that?"

"Eh. Take it."

When she withdrew from the server room, now with a styrofoam cup of soda, she smiled at him and snatched up the phone with her other hand. "There. And you were worried about cameras." She grinned around the straw and sucked.

"Do you work here or something?"

With a perfect spit-take, Corrine turned her muzzle away just in time to avoid drenching AJ with soda, laughing. "Oh, hell no. You'll figure it out sooner or later, hun."

Once her phone was away, her bag and pilfered drink situated, she offered her arm to the skunk and they made their way back toward the nominally populated areas of the mall. Lots of places were shutting down for the evening, and the foot traffic had thinned out slightly. Even so, on the escalator downward, more than a few furs got an eyeful of his panties. AJ kept close to Corrine; as long as he was with her, everything was fine... and he loved some of the reactions he got. The shocked ones, wide-eyed stares and jaw drops.

"Sorry, Jesse. Looks like no normie pants for you today." Corrine glanced toward the department store, now with its lights out. The store they'd met in, what seemed like a whirlwind and a lifetime ago.

"Oh well. I got some much nicer clothes."

"Yes, you did. And you can keep them if you agree to wear them home."

AJ giggled. He actually had a very girly giggle, and he loved it. "Okay." He accepted the Primrose bag from the wolf, slipping it into the crook of an elbow. Like a purse. He needed a purse soon... And he needed to practice in heels! He still wanted those boots. He felt like a whole different person.

And there was nothing wrong with that.

"Thank you for everything, ma'am."

Corrine bent to kiss the top of his head. "Have a good night, hun."