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Coonix squirmed where the stranger pinned him to the wall, humid breath tickling at his neck, pale eyes watching him without blinking, white irises in black sclera keeping hold his attention as firmly as the paw at his shoulder. The marten squirmed again, felt the other paw slip up along the front of his belly underneath his shirt, then froze when it reversed its course and hooked down at the waist of his pants.

"This needs to come off," purred black-furred Renamon here before him. The stranger gave his head a toss to throw the white crest of hair out of his face, briefly showing the other eye before it was obscured again. "Now."

There was nothing he could do but obey. A chance encounter out in the hallway leading to a quick conversation in here, followed by a few words he could hardly remember... being so close to this Renamon just instilled him with a combination of fear and deep, thrumming desire, enough so that when he nodded and moved to undo his fly, the elastic of his boxers caught behind his already twitching arousal. The Renamon smirked again as he looked down at him, tilted his head one way and then the other, and then reached for Coonix's paw to bring it towards himself. The marten's cock twitched again when he felt a similar heat throbbing there within black jeans.

"Good boy. Now mine."

Without breaking eye contact he popped the button, pulled the zipper, then tugged at his pants, and a moment later felt the heavy throb and swing of the Renamon's fully hard shaft springing into place alongside his own. Smooth ash-white skin at the base melding to rich charcoal along the thick, luscious foreskin, itself rolling halfway back across glistening black underneath, a glittering silver ring stretching at the underside; the Renamon smirked, squeezed Coonix's fingers around himself for a moment, gave a thrust - that foreskin rolled smoothly back across the piercing, held there, and then slid forward again when he pulled back - and then in just as quick a movement as he had wrangled the marten, he spun him around to face the wall and now yanked his pants down a little further.

Coonix gasped and held himself in place there, careful not to bump his muzzle against the piping of the urinal. Just around the corner and outside the door he could hear the bumbling rhythm of the rest of the mall, a flash of nervousness spouting through him: his friends were still waiting for him. He couldn't be here too long, and he had to get back to what he was doing, and yet... the Renamon's thumbs slid in along his rump, teased at his puckered tailhole, then gripped, held, spread. There was a small huff from behind him, the sensation of that metal ring and heavy cock sliding up underneath his tail, and then the quiet sound of a glob of saliva being spat out against him soon followed by the heat and wetness.

And then the Renamon started to push right into him, then and there. He gasped and shivered again, then felt himself melt when the stranger's other paw came up to hook two fingers within his mouth. A smooth, steady push inwards, stretching him around the Renamon's girth so that he could feel the sensation of the piercing against and inside of him, and the way that supple skin slid back; his eyes rolled up and his lids fluttered shut, tongue flicking up against those intruding fingers, stirring him deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of intoxicating arousal.

Again and again this stranger thrust away at him, already picking up in pace and urgency until his huge, heavy balls swung against Coonix's own from behind. Each time he pressed in the marten gasped and jerked, his own shaft slapping against his belly and squirting out little sprays of pre against the back of the urinal, paws resting against the frame for support; he leaned back, pushed himself against the Renamon, dove deep into that seemingly endless well of pleasure... and soon seemed to feel everything else start to fall away as well.

Balance shifted, dizziness flooded over him: he tried to open his eyes but found he couldn't, and no matter how much he tried to say something, his tongue and jaw just wouldn't respond. Panic lanced through him, though just as quickly as it began did it fizzle away beneath the burgeoning weight of overwhelming enjoyment. This sweet, tingling heat down in his loins pulsing with each thrust from the Renamon spread out throughout his body, bouncing back and forth along his arms and legs, further obscuring his vision between half-lidded eyes until that sensation overcame everything else.

Gone was the cold smoothness of the urinal on his paws; gone was the scent of old piss and bulk cleaner on the air; gone was the slickness of recently cleaned tile on his footpaws. Coonix tried to squirm again but instead just felt his entire body pulse and throb, then again, and again. Awareness and consciousness swam around him, seeming to depart from his body: for a moment he felt as though he were somewhere else, limbs tightening in against what used to be his body, weight falling away, conscious mind drifting back until the only point of contact he still held was here where the Renamon pounded into him. He tried to focus there, tried to pull himself away from the sensation, but that rich, hot pleasure just blared back into place, again and again...

...until Tri, the Renamon, tossed his head back and gasped with the rhythm of his paw working back and forth across his new and improved cock, the last wrinkles and folds of the marten's limbs, face, and head smoothing out with the rest of him. Bigger, longer, thicker, and even more virile than before; he ran his thumbpad back along what used to be the other male's muzzle, shuddered, tightened down - and then let out a low, rumbling moan when he hit his peak, the last remnant of this stranger spurting out against the back of the urinal in a few thick, quick ropes. The finish went on for a bit longer than expected, combining what used to be the marten's own presence with his own; Tri went on rubbing himself throughout it, letting the thick stickiness dribble down over the black fur of his fingers and spatter across the tile floor, until finally he was done.

Satisfied, he leaned back, looked down over his newly altered endowment, and smirked. Tri brought his paw up, sniffed at it, took a taste of his own load, nodded. That would make one more, then. He bounced his still full balls along the waist of his bands, shifted himself back into place, and then pulled up the zipper.