Play it Safe
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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"I don't know if I like these modern restaurants. Granted, I generally approve of anything that lets me wear nothing but a jean-kilt in public..." Chris pinched the blue fabric between his paws and lifted it a little, inspecting the denim and letting a little draft cool his lower body, "I just worry they apply the same relaxed standards to the culinary staff, you know?"
"What do you mean?" Neliken asked, clearly distracted as if worried about the status of some elaborate plan. Tumblers looked to be falling in her head as independent parts of some complex setup were finally coming together. And in a sense, they were, as she'd spent weeks arranging this blind date. Her eyes darted around the dining room, scanning for anything that might trip up the good time she had set up for the coon.
"Well, you know... just seems like the kind of place that doesn't really ask if the chefs washed their hands after coming back from the bathroom. I dunno. I'm just worried things won't work out." He rubbed his tail, picking at the neon green tip of the bushy appendage, combing it with his nail to assure its absolute perfection for his first meeting with Alex. "Alex" was all Chris knew of his blind date, and Neliken refused all requests for any kind of information about the mystery man.
"It'll be the first person you see that really grabs you," she'd say with a wink, giving the eager coon a jolt of optimism that would make his tail sway back and forth in tempered desire, imagining the best but expecting something just below it. His imagination always built surprises up into golden idols that could not usually be realized, and he worried that right now he was only putting the finishing touches on a fantasy that, again, would fail to live up to his lofty expectations.
"It'll be the first person that really grabs me? How am I supposed to know what you even mean by that? You know how my imagination gets whenever I know a surprise is coming, and you're honestly only exacerbating that problem."
"I know. But you're so cute when you're anxious. Just look at your tail!" Chris glimpsed back at his tail which was now swaying feverishly back and forth, every hair on end to make the plush tail even fuller, the rings blending together as the hairs stood straight up. Chris became conscious of his clear, public infatuation and wrapped it around his body, using his hands again to smooth the fur.
"He's ten minutes late! Are you sure you gave him the right time? Are you sure you told him the right place?"
Neliken checked her watch. "I told him you'd be meeting him in just about two minutes, actually. Why don't you go to the bathroom real quick and..." she searched for an excuse to send him off. "Why don't you just go to the bathroom?"
Chris rose an eyebrow, confused for a moment at the odd request. His face relaxed into a smile, then, and he gave Neliken a pat on the back. "I see what you mean. Sure, sure," he said, standing up and adjusting his kilt, pulling it up on his hips and loosening the belt a little. He was not unused to showing his slightly bulging stomach in public. It looked like the stomach of a thin student six months into his freshman year of college, the memory of a twinkish body hiding behind a few extra pounds of fat that seemed tailor-made for squeezing. The small frame lingered in the coon's chest and arms that hadn't quite caught up with his belly and were still somewhat meager, though undeniably sexy. A puff of chest fur sat upon ribs barely covered by skin and dark grey fur, and on that puff rested a small bone-shaped pendant attached to a leather collar, the coon's only other fashion accessory beyond the custom made jean-kilt. It jingled as he walked past tables to the back of the restaurant, attracting a few affectionate stares with his shirtless body.
Chris stepped into the immaculately clean bathroom and marveled at the sparking floor and countertops, not a scratch of graffiti on any of the stalls, assuaging his prior fears about the restarurant. He stood on the cold tile momentarily, twiddling his toes, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do, but knowing there must be something to be done. He meandered up to a mirror and messed with his bright green hair, which terminally covered either his yellow or green eye, but always matched both perfectly, making them appear to dazzle with luminous splendor. He checked his teeth and smoothed out the black fur around his eyes, looking for whatever minor detail might need his attention.
The door creaked open and a stranger joined Chris in the room. Chris glimpsed in the mirror and noted the distinctive fur of a German Shepherd. The dog wasn't a particularly imposing specimen, but the muscles bulging under the skin and the fact that he seemed to be at least almost a head taller made Chris a little wary, and a little giddy with the tenseness that inevitably arises in any bathroom shared by two strangers. The German Shepherd's action weren't doing anything to drive suspicion away from him, as he didn't use the toilets, he simply stood behind Chris, waiting to use the sink.
"I won't be long, sorry..." Chris apologized to the mysterious German Shepherd, though the commanding figure behind him had caused all his hairs to stand on end again, undoing all the work of the last couple minutes. He imagined he could feel the German Shepherd eyeing him, calculating some dastardly plan of action, waiting for the right moment to strike, whatever that strike may be... it made him uncomfortable, but even more than that, it gave him a rush as the uncertainty of the situation flooded his body with adrenaline, forcing an ironic smile onto the coon's light grey muzzle as he awaited his demise.
"It won't be long indeed," the stranger answered, closing the already small gap between what was quickly becoming evident to be predator and prey, "just so long as you're willing to listen." A big brown paw shut off the coon's response as it clamped tight over his face, snuffing a surprised shout and holding tight as the coon struggled to get free. "Nod if that's understood."
Chris tried to shout for help but the dog's paw prevented any hope of that working, and pinned between the sink and dog, he was unable to wedge free.
"Hey now there, I said this was going to be easy as long as you wanted it to be, so why don't you relax a little and nod to let me know you're not going to scream for help?" The coon's struggled slowed and stopped and with a a hesitation he nodded, slowly and sullenly. He heard a faint click as the German Shepherd leaned over and locked the bathroom door.
"Good, good, good. Nice choice of clothing, too..." the dog admired as he slipped a paw up the coon's kilt, giving the thick cheeks a trial squeeze. The coon's tummy hadn't been the only thing that'd grown, and his soft cheeks filled the dog's paw as he kneaded the pliant bulges, "It's almost like you knew I was coming." A giggle burned in the coon's ear, the dog laughing as if the two were in on the same joke.
The German Shepherd's meaty paw groped insatiably at the coon's body, gathering the coon's balls in his palm and pressing them into coon's body before stretching them out. They hung a little low and the dog bounced them in his paw, letting them sway back and forth when he'd let go. The tips of his fingers explored the coon's sheath, rubbing it in an attempt to tease the cock out, and simply pulling the skin back when that failed. The dog let his other paw wander from the coon's muzzle now, caressing the chunky belly and pulling the coon closer to him, his hot breath on the coon's neck.
Chris shut his eyes and didn't resist much any longer, letting his body be violated, not having the will to fight back against the taller, stronger dog. He cringed as the dog's paws frantically frisked him, moving erratically from spot to spot.The spastic motions of the paws caused the coon's kilt to billow and fold, hiding the whole ordeal from view, the dog navigating by feel. One moment both the dog's paws were on the coon's junk, one cradling the balls while the other pulled the soft length of the coon's black cock. The next moment one paw was treating the coon's ass as a stress reliever while the other simply felt the coon's thighs that trembled under the touch.
"You're being a very good little coony so far." The dog hissed in Chris's ear. The Shepherd quickly slipped out of his tight shirt and undid the buckle on his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Chris could feel the dog's cock, bulging in its tight undies, pressing against his ass. The last covering was soon removed, though, and the meat of the dog's threats was now resting directly against the coon's body, settling between his cheeks.
"What-" Chris choked on his words, still wincing as his body continued to be assaulted by the dog's advances, "What are young going to- to do to me?" He gulped as the words forced themselves off of his tongue.
"Well that should be clear already, shouldn't it? First, I'm going to get my cock nice and slick using that precious little muzzle of yours. Understood?"
The coon hesitates and nodded.
"Then I'm going to slip this cock in that luscious ass of yours and ride it until you're squeaking like a little mouse lying on the floor. Understood?"
The coon bit his lip and cringed, but nodded.
"Then, finally, I'm going to fill this sweet little hole with every drop of cum I can squeeze out, and then I'll be good as gone and you won't have to worry about anything but cleaning yourself up. Again, all as long as you be a cooperative little masked one and don't. say. a. word. Understood?"
The coon squealed and began to fight against the dog's grip again, but was restrained until he relaxed and nodded again. The words sunk into him like pins, but he could only relent to the dominant dog, who was in control of the situation now.
"I certainly didn't expect you to say anything else." The dog giggled in the same way he had before, as if the proceedings were a play and they were both actors responding to cues from one another. The Shepherd groped more at the coon's body, now nibbling at his neck too, pressing down on his back until the coon was bent at the waist over the ledge housing the sink. The mirror fogged from the coon's hot, tense breaths, and sweat dripped between the black circles surrounding his eyes, down the bridge of his nose and finally splashed onto the hard tile surface.
Suddenly the dog turned Chris around and sat himself up on the ledge. He had the coon's collar gripped firmly in one paw, and he used it to force the coon down to his knees. He held the coon at bay for a moment, as if he were making him admire the stiff junk in front of him. It wasn't extraordinary for any measurable reason, but the coon was struck by it regardless. It was a little above average in anything a cock can be above average in, though the composition of it seemed almost as if it were sculpted. The cock tapered to a tip, a few bulges in the otherwise perfectly straight shaft casting shadows over itself. A few veins popped from the skin, not snaking around the shaft in a grotesque manner but just enough to make it look strong, as if it itself was a well-toned muscle. The knot was visible but yet unswollen, right now only a faint bulge at the dog's base. The meaty balls hung perfectly tight below the muted pink shaft, covered in short brown fur and packed in a sack that seemed meant for someone much smaller, as the balls drew the skin of it taut, each orb displayed in dramatic relief. They hung perfectly side by side, neither lower than the other, and a few runnels of sweat dripped off them, a thin film of sweat from the hot bathroom making them glisten.
His admirations were interrupted with a sharp jerk of the collar that forced the tip of the cock into the coon's agape muzzle. He went straight to his duty, wrapping his lips snug around the cock and sucking drops of pre from the slit. He was pulled further onto the cock, his throat spitted and almost making him gag, though he continued to suck dutifully, moving his tongue in waves under the shaft. The dog did most the work for him, pulling him by the collar along the shaft, wetting every inch. The small metal pendant on the coon's collar jangled with every pull. The coon's nose was buried in the dog's light brown fur, and when the dog would shove the full length inside the coon's tongue would escape and give the meaty balls a delicious lick. The taste of salt dominated the coon's tongue, the sensation coming from multiples sources, though all of them erotic in nature.
As the coon sucked away, the dog's tail swayed slowly, calmly behind him, cleaning the fog off the mirror. He grabbed the coon's tail with a free paw, keeping the other firmly on the collar, and nipped at the neon green tip. They were nips that was somewhere between playful, mocking, and dominant. He delighted himself in the soft ringed tail as he continued to fuck the coon's muzzle. He used the the ringed tail to tickle the coon's nose, making it wriggle as the coon held back a sneeze. The dog laughed heartily this time, seeming to embrace his role more as the ordeal went on. He tossled the coon's messy neon green hair, taking a pawful of it to assert himself more over the coon.
Minutes passed before the dog hopped off the ledge and let the coon take his place. He bent over at the behest of the Shepherd, who lifted the jeancloth kilt to give himself his first view of the coon's great, meaty cheeks below the tail. They jiggled softly with a gentle slap and looked just as they'd felt: Full, curving graciously without sagging, the fur on them short and soft. The were like jell-o in the Shepherd's paws, supple and shifting easily with the dog's paws, then immediately springing back into position when let go.
He spread the cheeks apart, his cock resting against the delicate hole and threatening to split it open. He paused to quiet the coon who was now whimpering into his forearm, then with a forceful lunge sunk his manhood between the two heavy cheeks into the coon's warm hole. The tip slipped in easily, but the tight pucker resisted as the bulges in the dog's cock made their way in, slowing the Shepdherd's progress and making the coon grunt louder as he bit his own skin to quiet himself. The dog put both his paws on the coon's shoulders and pulled him, ramming the cock in the last few, labored inches before the knot that was now visibly swelling.
The coon felt the bulb of meat between his cheeks and cringed at only the thought of having it forced into him too. The dog pressed it against him, teasing him, not using enough force to sink it, but enough to make the hole stretch unwillingly against it.
"Now that's a very well behaved little coon right there. Not saying a word, not yelping out, just laying there and taking it like a good little coony should. Now is this so bad?"
The coon battled through breathless grunts and tearless sobs to say "N-, no..." His face contorted and his brow furrowed as he held back impulses to yelp or moan with each painful thrust that split him open like a wedge. His chest heaved with every thrust, the moans and grunts cut off as he bit into his arm. The knot continued to menace the poor coon's hole, threatening to tear it wide open at any moment, if only the dog would make one of his strides a little longer, a little harder... but as it stood, the German Shepherd seemed content to simply make the coon worry about it.
Knock knock.
"Hello? Who's in there? Why do you have the door locked? Is anybody in there?"
Silence fell like a crashing plate, terror gripping both. The sound of jingling keys permeated the door, and the dog made a quick escape to a stall, lifting the coon up in his muscular arms and dragging him along, still attached. The dog sitting down on the toilet, the coon closed stall and locked it, just as the door to the bathroom was opening.
Footsteps echoed inside the small room, along with the hushed breathing of a nervous dog and coon. The coon's legs were tucked up, and now his weight bore down on the dog's cock, slipping him down the shaft and against the knot. The knot was more swollen now. Though a little smaller than than typically find on dogs, the width of it still made the coon wince as his hole began to stretch around it. The dog's paw shut them up, but it didn't stop the coon's slow descent down the dog's knot, moaning helpless moans into the dog's paw all the way. The helpess raccoon grabbed the rails along the stall walls and tried to hold himself up, but the dog pulled him down slowly more.
"Are you ok sir? You had the door locked." The intruder had spied the Shepherd's feet.
"Oh, I'm sorry, must be habit from back home you know, I apologize, but I'm not feeling too well right now..." he took his paw from the coon's mouth and let a long, low groan escape before cutting it off again, "See? It's my stomach, I've been groaning like this all night..." the dog, confident in his ruse, now pulled the struggling coon down over his knot, spreading the tight hole wide open as the bulb penetrated, the coon's body shaking and his pained grunts caught in his throat. The hairs of his tail stood on end again, fluffing against the dog's face who now smiled in a sort of victory. His paw stayed clamped over the coon's muzzle, quieting a sustained chorus of moans as his hole slowly relaxed around the hunk of meat. Only when the coon's exasperated yips ended did the intruding party apologize for the interruption and leave again... actually locking the door himself on the way out.
"There there. Almost got in trouble there, didn't we? And now you've got all of the doggy's bone, too, and..." the dog reached under the front of the coon's kilt to find the hard black member, dripping in precum, "...it does seem you're enjoying this a lot more than you probably thought you would." The dog stroked the coon's member casually as he whispered in the coon's ear, "Why I wouldn't be surprised if this weren't rape after all." The dog giggled that giggle for a third time and the coon actually let a small one escape himself, though mostly he could only focus on the feeling the dog's full member buried deep inside his guts.
Next thing, the dog had coon laid out on the floor, holding him down by the shoulders as he pulled the knot out of the coon's ass with a growl, then ruthlessly hammered the knob in again, much more quickly that the first time. The coon was hovering now just below pain, just above pleasure, and somewhere in the middle of passion and disgust. His cock throbbed against the tile floor, pulsing with each thrust of the dog's still-swelling plug. The thrusts weren't fluid, each time the dog having to pry the knot out of the coon's small hole, not wanting to leave its snug hiding place, but each time it came loose with a jerk, and then was immediately thrust back in. The coon's arm was pink and sore with bites, his face flushed in exhaustion from having his eyes shut so tightly so long. His cheeks burned a maroon red under the dark fur, hot with blood under the skin. His tail laid on the floor next to him, as if defeated, though sometimes flinching from irregular jolts of energy.
The dog flipped Chris over, getting a good look at the coon's desperate, fatigued face. His lip was bleeding a little from a self-inflicted bite, and his his face was tinged red under the dark fur. His eyes were half-closed, and his chest rose and fell dramatically with panicked breaths. He flipped up the kilt and got his first look at the coon's junk as well. It pointed straight into the air, his shaft perfectly straight and divinely black, a fat head swollen and tinged red. His balls rested between his legs, sagging a little, settled just above the coon's battered hole. The tail lay limp as ever between his legs, which shook with benign tremors.
The dog grabbed the coon's legs and bent them back until the toes touched the floor by his ears. The coon's ass was lifted high in the air now, displayed proudly with the kilt falling back from it, perfect form for the Shepherd leaning over to let the weight of his body sink his knot. He drove with rapacious pleasure into the coon's thick butt, leaving the masked fellow a muttering, squeaking mess, now too tired to fight back or even voice displeasure. It was rather the opposite now, in fact, as the coon had submitted to his captor, and could only grunt in a hushed tone as the thick plug of the dog's now fully swollen knot split him open with each entry.
"Now that's just the kind of coon I wanted to see by the end here. Completely beaten and ready to just lay back and take it. It's a lot easier for the both of us, even if it is just a little less fun for me, but then I guess-" The coon interrupted this short speech with a sudden loud gasp. He gripped the dog's haunches and squeezed. His body shook and his cock throbbed, his balls now tight against his body. His ass tightened, locking the dog's knot inside now, unable to be freed. A few loud reports later, after the shaking had become stronger and more uncontrollable, the coon erupted in thick jets of hot cum that plastered his own face, the angle of his body perfect for him to unload every drop of his cum onto his muzzle. It ran in globs down his right cheek and pooled on the tile floor, a massive load indeed. It filled his nose and he could taste it on his lips. His visage now covered in his own spunk, he opened his eyes to see the grinning German Shepherd.
"Now you can't ever tell anyone you didn't enjoy it." He giggled again, such a disarming laugh for such a dog to have.
It was only a few moments later, with the dog's swollen knot had locked into the coon's ass for good, that the dog, defiant and victorious, buried his seed deep inside the ashamed coon. He filled the tight ass to the brim with his hot cum, assuring he'd stay with the coon for awhile even after he left. A wide, crooked smile never left his face as he jabbed at the coon's insides. He bent over to nibble and bite the coon's neck, his cock still plugging the shattered coon.
"You never can be sure you're completely safe in these public bathrooms, huh?" The coon laughed uneasily, unsure of what would happen next. What happened next was, incidentally, that he squealed as the dog pulled his still-swollen knot out of his ass, the only real exaltation the dog had allowed for him yet. He continued to lay there, legs feeling like soft butter, as he watched the German shepherd primp himself in the mirror, evening out his fur and checking his breath, as if he were getting ready for the second half of a date.
The click of the lock turning, and a moment later he was gone, the coon left in a heap on the tile floor. His ass ached, his jean-kilt was wrinkled and dirty, and his face was covered in his own cum. That part he actually hadn't planned for, but when he lapped his tongue for a sample, he couldn't complain.
"How did it go?" Neliken asked as she drove toward Chris's home, him and Alex the German Shepherd snuggling in the back.
"Oh, wow, really well. Alex played the part perfectly. It was just how I had expected it to be. Hell, better! And you know how much I expect of something when my imagination gets going." The coon nuzzled into the dog's chest, feeling safe in his arms.
"Oh, c'mon," the dog added, "Chris here plays an excellent victim. At least a couple times I thought I had the wrong guy."
The three of them giggled that kind of giggle when someone's in on a joke.
"I just..." Neliken's voice trailed off, searching for the right phrase. "I just wonder if it's a bit... unorthodox for a blind date."
"Meh," Chris replied, "Beats the hell out of dinner and a movie."