In Transition

By DeviantAmp

Boarding

Yuki bit his lip nervously and shuffled his feet back and forth as he stared at the glass doors. The cold crisp morning air nipped at his ears and nose, almost threatening to freeze him where he stood if he didn’t make a move. Which would be well enough for him. The young border collie was not liking the idea of taking the train into the city just to get to school. The pup was almost turning twelve and was going to be over an hour alone on the transit.

Yuki had begged his mom to let him stay at the same school with all of his friends and teachers that he knew. He was too nervous to start from the beginning again, and the school board was willing to keep him, provided he arrived on time everyday. If Yuki knew that would mean getting up extremely early and having to travel alone, he might have reconsidered breaking into tears to convince his mom.

His mother had to practically push him out of the front door in order to get him to the train station. Yuki’s trip was only a ten minute walk, but the cold, dark morning added to the impending gloom of the rest of his life. He would remember to bring his jacket the next morning. He was only in his tight fitting black uniform with shorts that rode too high and sleeves that reached too short. 

Yuki put his hands on his elbows to brace himself for the cold. If he stood in front of the glass doors any longer, he was surely going to get a cold. He gulped and stepped forward, triggering the motion sensors. The glass doors slid open and a soft bell rang. The warm air bathed over Yuki’s fur, melting away his anxieties in a second.

The glow of the fluorescent lights gave the illusion of day time. The chipper music humming above him transported him into a safe and warm wonderland. Yuki walked through the halls, exploring the station curiously. He poked his head out at every turn, cautious of the new environment. Despite him trying to be as light with his step as possible, every move he made seemed to echo throughout the halls.

“Hello?” He called out.

The warm welcome quickly soured in his mind as he realized more and more how alone he was. The entire place was automated, from the digital kiosks printing tickets to the whirling rhumbas cleaning the floors. He could still hear his echo chasing down the halls, passing by the deaf robots in the station. His ears folded and his tail tucked between his legs. He would have to figure this out on his own.

He pulled out his smartphone and quickly began searching for the route he would need to take. His smartphone was one of the few things he could always count on and it didn’t let him down. After flipping through some websites and checking his maps, he quickly learned the tips and tricks to the station. He noticed the lines on the floor, marking the way for him. He smiled and quickened his pace, feeling much more confident.

Left, right, straight, right, left, and then finally an escalator that lead him up to the platform to his train. The temperature dropped as the escalator lead him upwards until he realized that it took him right to the train that he was going to. The platform was completely exposed to the outside, sans small glass roofs that protected from benches from the rain, but not much else. 

That's when Yuki realized he wasn't alone. Sitting on one of the benches was some sort of feline or raccoon. The border collie squinted his eyes to get a better look at the person sitting down. The only light available to the boy was the near useless walkway lamps and Dawn creeping over the hills. The characteristics of the other were hard to pin down.

He tried to be quiet as he padded down the platform. The train wouldn't be approach the station for another ten to fifteen minutes, giving him enough time to approach the stranger as cautiously as he could. The closer Yuki got, the more things became apparent. The stranger was definitely a male, older, maybe in his twenties or thirties. He was completely focused on a book in his hands, quickly fingering through pages. He had very distinct muzzle; sharp and long with black and white stripes. His ears were round saucers and his whiskers extended rather far.

Yuki smiled when he noticed the stripes and spots covering his arms and neck, immediately recognizing him as a civet. He had never seen one in person, but he had seen one in a magazine once. Their fur patterns looked beautiful to the young boy. He was just about to visualize the the civet with less clothing, but quickly snapped out of it when he noticed his ears flick. He stood up and cocked his head to notice the little pup staring at him.

The boy was caught off guard and all Yuki could do was freeze into a pose with top half slightly twisted towards the train and his bottom half towards the nearest bench. In his own embarrassment, his body was clueless on which way to go and all he could do is stare into the older man’s eyes. The civet’s eyebrows danced for a second, shifting from stunned to curious to something a little sinister. 

Yuki managed to break out of the spell and faced the stranger straight on. He dipped his body, bowing to the adult before he walked over to the closest bench and sat down. The entire time, he kept his gaze far away from him, doing his best to avoid eye contact. Something about his look was chilling to him and he knew better than to interact with strangers. As well, he felt like an idiot and that was reason enough for him to sink into his uniform and die.

A soft bell rang and Yuki lifted his head up to the direction it was coming from. A sign lit up and he let out a brief sigh of relief when he saw that the train arriving was his. He looked back and forth in the platform, trying to see if anyone else was going to be on the train. Immediately as he looked towards the civet, he realized that he was standing and staring at him. Yuki gasped and directed his attention back to the tracks.

“Why is he looking at me? Did I do something wrong?” Yuki asked himself.

He could tell that he had been staring at him the entire time. The civet was standing in front of the bench, just looking over the little pup. Yuki put his arms around his chest and rubbed his exposed arms to warm himself up. The cold morning and the civet’s intimidating gaze was giving him goosebumps and sending shivers across his entire body. He could still from the corner of his eye that he was still looking at him. He could feel the gaze,

The high pitch of the train squealing against the rails slowly pushed out the silence that was torturing Yuki. The front lights of the train illuminated the platform, like painting white over the concrete with a soft brush. As the train got closer to the platform, the white light grew strong and harsh. The squeal became more of a shriek and the platform began to shake. Yuki’s ears folded against himself and he covered his eyes. All of it was becoming too much to handle, but just before he would scream out for his mommy, everything froze.

Almost without him noticing, the train had already arrived. A soft ding from a digital bell sounded from a speaker and the doors opened up. Yuki quickly walked inside of the train to escape the stranger. Yuki looked over all of the open spaces, noticing some of the others on the train. A vixen was sipping coffee while reading over her tablet. An older possum was wrapped in several layers of jackets, sleeping gently in the corner. A teenage wolf saw Yuki and furrowed his eyebrow at him. 

Yuki nervously moaned and walked through all the seats. The wolf scared him, but not nearly as much as the civet did. Yuki turned his head all the way around and gasped. The tall civet decided that this was the particular car that he wanted to stay in. The border collie was not going to have anything to do with it. He quickly walked past all of the open seats and other passengers, going straight for the next part of the train.

He opened the door dividing the cars and walked onto the next coach. This one had even less people on it than the last. Two lions were standing next to the door, talking amongst themselves. THey took a brief second to pause and stare at the little dog walking into the car. That was more than enough for Yuki to become uncomfortable with this car.

“Why is everyone so mean looking?” Yuki asked himself as he walked passed them.

He gave a glance behind him, checking to make sure that the civet was no longer following him. He couldn’t see well, but he was sure that he could make out his tall figure sitting somewhere through the glass window on the door. He almost tripped as the train doors closed just as he was walking through the next car. The train began to move forward and he was not prepared for it one bit.

The collie quickly found himself flung backwards, falling onto the ground with a loud thud. His eyes teared up and he scuttled to pick himself off the ground and hopped into the nearest empty seat. He looked down at his knee and gave it a rub. As his fingers felt like hot pokers touching his tender fur. He was sure that he had accidentally scraped his knees from the fall. Everything felt so unfair with all the pressure and anxiety torturing him.

He dipped his little muzzles into his paws and started to whimper softly in his seat. He knew that he shouldn’t be crying like this at his age. His mother and brothers would give him such a hard time and all of his friends would laugh at him if they saw him fall the way he did. He didn’t even need to put himself in that situation; the lions did nothing to him. All of the worrying about worrying compounded onto itself and he soon found himself sobbing in his own little paws.

“Shhh.”

Yuki froze as he felt two large and heavy paws grab his shoulders. His fight and flight kicked in, freezing him and sealing him like a spell. He stopped sobbing and instead remained still and quiet while the big hands rubbed his shoulders. He was expecting something horrible to happen any second, but couldn’t bring himself to do anything but remain as quiet and still as possible. He felt hot breath against the back of his ear, like the beast was ready to deliver the final neck snapping bite clean into his scruff.

Instead, he felt a warm tongue drag up against the bottom of his ear and ride all the way to the tip. 

“Get off!”

Yuki finally managed to move his body, jumping out from his seat and running to the other side of the train. He immediately went for the door between the cars and tried to open it, however the doors themselves wouldn’t budge at all. He looked up to see a lock symbol with a person sitting down next to it. He could see the two lions talking to each other, too deep in their own conversation to see the border collie trying to wave them down. When he realized it was hopeless, he swung his body around, half expecting the civet to be there right in front of him.

However, he remained seated in the same spot that he was prior. The tall man just sitting with the same book that he was reading back on the platform. He was split between reading the book and glancing up every now and then to look at Yuki cowering to himself. The young boy quickly took a seat next to the back door, ready to change cars as soon as the train would reach its next stop. His paws were on his smartphone, prepared to call the police if he got any closer. It felt like a standoff to the small boy, wondering if things were about to get a lot worse.

They didn’t though, as the man just sat there, reading his book and glancing up at him every now and then. The time passed; first a few minutes, then fifteen, and then finally a half hour passed and nothing had changed. The entire time, a million thoughts were running through his mind. He wasn’t clueless and he knew what the man was doing. He had seen several videos to avoid predators that would want to do those things to him.

He looked down at his crotch and nervously shifted on his seat. The border collie had been going through his first signs of puberty, and now it felt like the worst time that this would be happening to him. He knew that the older man would want to see his privates and would want to touch them. He had been wanting to do the same himself. The border collie had been plagued by his penis getting hard during the worst times. Practically every time that he took a shower, half of the time would be spent exploring his own body. Now it turned out that he wasn’t the only one wanting to explore it.

He reached his paw down and pulled open his shorts, taking a peek. He pulled back his tighty whities just enough to see his own little dick. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t as hard as it got when he woke up in the morning. His weenie was covered in a soft white fur that extended from his crotch all the way to the tip of his foreskin. He hadn’t grown any of his adult fur yet, giving him an almost perfect smooth landscape from his neck down to his crotch. His little raisins were still shrunk up inside of him, not quite ready to make the full descent into adulthood.

He closed his shorts and looked up to the civet at the other side of the car. THe civet was still looking at him. He was shuffling his paws, but he couldn’t quite tell exactly what he was doing with them. Probably some perverted game that he had for himself. All of it made Yuki sick, but the more that he brewed in his own confusion and anger, the more it made his penis feel weird. He whined, letting his paw reach down to his little shorts and give them a slight brush. The feeling sent waves of new feelings up and down his little body.

It felt like forever between the two of them. Maybe it was just because the situation was so tense, or maybe it was the fact that his new home was so far into the countryside. Yuki would shift his attention down to his crotch and then to his phone and back to the Civet, alternating between whichever one was on his mind at any given moment. All of it was so confusing to the hopeless border collie, who just wanted to go to school and see his friends. Before he could get a chance to break down into tears, there was a sudden shift in the momentum of the car.

The train began to slow down and before too long, the entire thing came to a complete halt. The red light above the door next to him dimmed until it was completely off. Yuki used the opportunity, not even waiting for the doors of the train to open. He lept up and swung open the door to his car and into the car with the two lions in it. He walked over to them, intent to let them know exactly what happened. Maybe they would help him find the police or even teach the civet a lesson.

He got about halfway there when one of the lions turned to notice him. The lion quickly shifted his look away, a bright red glow hanging on his face. He said something to his companion, who turned to see the little boy. The first lion whispered a few “don’t look”s at his way, but he saw what the first lion saw and turned his head away in embarrassment as well. A smirk of disbelief hung on both their faces and they both politely pretended to keep to themselves instead of addressing the boy.

Yuki stopped, confused of their behavior until he looked down. His penis had become fully hard from rubbing standing up and walking, brushing his already sensitive skin against his underwear. His own little dick wasn’t so little as he pushed the fabric of his underwear and his shorts all the way out for everyone to see. There was no way to cover it up or excuse it. His small prick had just the right upward curve to outline the tip of his cock for all the other passengers. He wanted to die.

The border collie rushed back into his former car, more willing to deal with the pervert than be seen as a pervert himself. Just as he did, the doors to the train shut themselves close and the red light over the doors illuminated again. He was trapped with the civet, who seemed to be waiting patiently for his victims return. The tall man had given himself a quick break to whatever he was doing and had his book out to read. As soon as the train began to move again, he put his book down and stared at the cub again.

“If you come over here, I’ll call the cops and they’ll beat you with batons.” Yuki said to the man, hoping that would be enough to keep him away.

“Oh will they?” The man said as he stood up and walked towards Yuki.

Yuki quickly took his seat, pulling out his phone as though he was holding a gun at him. He didn’t need any reason to hold back. He could have called and the police force would be waiting at the next stop. He didn’t call though, instead just trying to keep him back by the threat of everything. All of it was so scary and he knew that if the older man would see his tent, he would turn him into a pervert as well. He prayed that he would stop walking towards him, but even the threat of the police wasn’t enough for him He just kept walking steadily towards him.

The civet wasn’t just tall for his species, but genuinely tall for any person his age. Yuki was probably a third of his height and he only seemed to be getting bigger as he walked closer. His long feline-line tail swished back and forth, knocking at the seats as he made his way across the car. HIs smile was wolfish and wet, dripping with saliva and ready to eat the young boy alive. Yuki could only cower in his seat, pressing himself back into the cushion as the monster leaned over the seat and held out his paw.

“Ryotaro.” 

Yuki blinked a couple times, confused at what he had just said to him.

“Tell them my name is Ryotaro.” 

Yuki looked blankly at the civet. Everything seemed to be so surreal as he just held out his paw as if to great the young cub that he had been torturing since he first arrived to the station. The man’s smile and posture seemed to have softened, but the look in his eyes showed the insatiable hunger for Yuki. Seeing it made him growl and slap the paw from him, not wanting to give into the intimidation. 

“Feisty. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other very often.” He said as he turned his back to the cub and walked back over to his seat.

Ryotaro pulled his book up and covered his face behind it, studying it as if nothing had happened. Yuki remained backed into his seat, waiting for everything to go wrong. He waited for some time before he realized that the civet had completely lost interest in him. All of the traumatic experience had just been thrown in his face casually and he didn’t know how to feel about it yet. Ryotaro was so much more interested in finishing his book than the collie, that he didn’t look up from his book for the entire ride to the city.

At least, Yuki didn’t think he looked up. The train slowed down again and the car filled up with more people. He had managed to cover up his shorts with his backpack to avoid showing anymore strangers his weenie today. A border collie took the seat next to him while the rest of the seats quickly began to fill up. The train took off again and stopped again, catching more and more people along the way like a bug net. It wasn’t long before everyone that got on the train was forced to stand and Ryotaro disappeared behind the suits and briefcases.

Yuki felt safe enough to turn his attention to something else for the first time this trip. He turned to the puppy sitting next to him and began to examine him. He could tell that he was a bit younger than him, mostly by the fact he had his phone in his paws playing some rhythm based game. He was also a few inches shorter than him and his uniform was much more relaxed. He sighed enviously, wishing that he could be that younger again so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the problems that he was dealing with now.

The distraction was enough to pass away the time on the trip. He engaged with his phone, wanting to message someone about his experience and advice, but too embarrassed to admit it to anyone. He brought up his social medias feeds on his phone, but he was honestly more interested in the other cub’s rhythm game. He couldn’t help but state in awe as the collie’s fingers bounced around on the flashing screen. 

The other collie coughed and Yuki looked up to see that the boy was noticing him staring. He had a smirk on his muzzle and his eyebrows were raised high. Today was not a good day for his own self-confidence.

“S-sorry.” Yuki apologized and turned away.

It was good that the other boy pulled him out of his trance though. His stop was up next and he might have missed it if he was continued to let himself be caught up. He gathered all of his things, his paw doing a soft check over his crotch and thankful that it had finally subsided on him. He would have not been able to go unnoticed if he tried to push his way through the crowd, poking everyone as he swam through their bodies. He tried to make out Ryotaro as he fought through the crowd making their way to the doors, but he couldn’t make out anyone.

While his focus was on trying to find his molester, the train’s sudden shift in speed made it hard for him to keep his balance. He lunged forward, grabbing against another man’s pants for balance before catching himself. It was a tall weasel who quickly pulled off the boy and went back to focusing on the door. It must have been typical for young cubs to stumble on the train for him to have taken it so casually. 

Yuki was significantly smaller than everyone else surrounding him by the door, and he was completely swept in by the crowd as the doors slid open. He tried to look behind him several times, searching for Ryotaro but unable to see him anywhere. He could only make out the sounds of the train starting up again and eventually blasting off towards another city in the region, hopefully taking the monster with him.

The rest of the day felt like a blur. He didn’t mention anything to anyone, but it always hung around the back of his mind. Whether he was with friends, at gym class, studying in class, eating food, or drawing privately to himself, his thoughts were always slightly divided. He should have called the cops. He could still do it. There was nothing stopping him from calling the cops and with their help, track down the pervert and put him in jail forever. All of it sounded so easy, but there was one thing that prevented him from doing it.

“Yuki.”

He woke up from his thoughts and glanced around at his surroundings. He was in the middle of the classroom, sitting at his desk with his teacher in front of him. The tall otter had his whiskers between his fingers, twirling them back and forth as he stared down at the little cub. Yuki looked at his teacher, trying to find a hint as to why the middle-aged mustelid was so close to his desk. His eyes dashed around until he realized that everyone was packing their things into their bags.

“Class is over.”

Yuki stood up, bowing his head repeatedly to his teacher. He quickly tossed everything into his backpack, trying to cover up the pictures of the civet that he was drawing. He could tell that the otter glanced at some of the drawings before making his way back to his own desk. He was glad the teacher was kind enough to not ask any questions, opting out instead to bring the least amount of attention to the situation. It was nice of him, especially since the poor boy would have cracked like glass if any pressure was applied.

The boy rushed out of the classroom, surprised that he was so caught up that he didn’t even hear the sound of the bell ring. He looked for his friends as he got out of the classroom, talking with them for a few moments before their time was coming to an end. He was going to miss the days of spending the entire day with them, but he knew he was going to have to catch the train back home and it was going to be a long ride back as well. Besides, there was one last thing that he was wanted to do before he would lose all privacy.

Yuki worked his way through th students, walking staight towards one of the vacant spots of the school. No one went to the cafeteria when classes got out and that was where he was going to find the most amount of times to get a little experienced with himself. He glanced about him, making sure none of his friends were following him or for any teachers that he recognized. No one spotted him and he was free to move about as he pleased.

He weaseled his way into the cafeteria, glancing around to see only a few students sticking around. Most of them were the nerds that were looking for some sanctuary themselves, hoping to play their games or study their tests without any interruption. All of it felt so covert as he gave him a glance and they seemed to give him the same one back. It was almost as if there was an unspoken truce within the cafeteria that anyone entering would be left to their own as long as they did the same.

Yuki went straight to the boy’s bathroom, dashing past all of the different open stalls until he made his way into the large accessible stall at the end. He locked the stall door and hung up his backpack in almost one fluid motion before dropping his pants and underwear straight to the ground. It felt like he made it right at the nick of time as his penis went from half-mass to being fully erect just as he took his pants off.

He pulled off his underwear and pants, tossing the pants to the side and keeping his tighty whities in his paw. He wasn’t quite sure why he needed this amount of freedom, but it felt so natural when his pants were all the way off. He didn’t just want to get rid of his pants either. He wanted to pull off everything and be completely naked inside of the stall, but he knew that would have been too risky. 

He took his tighty whities and pushed them against his growing member, stroking it by rubbing it back and forth with the soft cotton of the underwear. The touch made him fight with his body, trying his best not to squirm, but giving into it every now and then. His paw moved up and down in a brushing motion, letting it graze his foreskin and shaft. Every now and then, the fabric would pull back his foreskin enough to touch the tip of his head and that would send shockwaves through his body.

A moan escaped his maw and he quickly caught it with his other paw, cupping his entire muzzle to prevent anymore for leaving his lips. He wanted to bite down on his paw, clutching something to catch the overwhelming pleasure surging through his mind. It was all so indescribably amazing to him, but it was inching towards the part that was the worst for him. The part where it all lead upwards like a rollercoaster with no decline. 

The fabric was never enough to finish the deal. He was stuck between this area, trying to rub himself and waiting for it to finally end but no end coming. He tried to rub faster, stroking himself with his favorite cartoon characters, but it was never going to send him over. He didn’t know enough of himself to know what he was supposed to do but continue to do the thing that would never give him any release. He stopped trying to cover his whimpers, bringing his other paw down to touch his tiny sack instead.

Despite the stall being a mess of whimpers and whines, his sensitive ears picked up the sound of his phone vibrating in his pants across the stall. He let it continue to go off, knowing it was the alarm he set for himself to know when it was time to go. He could feel that he was so close and just needed a little more time. He brushed against himself faster, trying to focus the rubs against the tip of his head, but it wasn’t enough. It all felt so good, especially when he gave his nuts little tugs and squeezes, but none of it was what he was looking for.

His whimpers quickly turned into a fit of growls before he tossed his underwear to the floor and leaned up against the stall wall. He slid down the wall until his ass was planted on the floor and his knees were up against his chin. It was so frustrating and this was the only time that he was going to have the privacy to do it. He was out of time, and the only thing that he had to gain from this encounter was his embarrassingly hard dick that he would have to wait out. 

Eventually it subsided and he was able to pick himself off of the floor. He put his underwear back on, pulling them up to his crotch while his head remained down in shame. He grabbed his pants off the floor, sliding them on and gathering the rest of the stuff. He didn’t have a lot of time to make it to the train, but he managed to make it inside of the station just in time.

The train was surrounded by adults trying to get back to the towns that they came from. He pushed his way past all of the men, his face just barely above their crotches. It felt like he was swimming through them, groping his paws along each and every one of them as he fought his way to the doors of the train. He knew he wouldn’t have a lot of time, but his eyes were on the lookout for one many in particular.

He focused his eyes to peer through the glass, searching for the civet in any of them. At the first sign of Ryotaro, he knew that he would get on another car. The crowds pushed and pulled him, urging him to enter the train as they crashed against him in waves. A thick fox wasn’t having any of the collie’s window shopping and pushed right into him until they both ended up inside of the train. Yuki yelped as he was forced into the train before he had a chance to see if his molester was waiting for him.

“Jerk.” Was all he could mutter before the door closed on him and he was trapped inside of the car.

There was no such luxuries as seats in this train. The entire thing was packed from front to back with the bodies of older adults. He could feel the fox’s breath on the back of his ears, a wolf was right up to his right, and a falcon was to his left. He tried to turn his head to see the rest of the train, but it just ran up right against the fox’s crotch. His muzzle clenched into a nervous smile as he looked up at the fox. The fox looked right back down at Yuki, their eyes met and the best that he could do is pull back enough to bow his head several times, and apologize to the adult.

He snapped back into looking at the door, too embarrassed to turn back around to see the fox again. Embarrassed not only for the event, but also the stirring coming from his own nether region. His mind slithered its way into darker territories, territories he had never quite explored before. His imagination took off without him as he imagined what the fox’s groin would look like if he didn’t have pants on.

He couldn’t help but indulge the image, if not for at least scientific purposes. He had a fox in his gym class and they’d showered together once before. He knew that the fox would have a sheath and that was the thing that pressed against his face. He could tell that the fox’s gut and body wasn’t the only thing thick. It must’ve been two, or maybe even three times the girth of his own humanoid shaped dick. 

His eyes glanced over to the wolf, catching his own bulge at the corner of his eyes. He knew that the wolf would be similar in shape to the fox’s, but he really wanted to see his balls. None of the boys in his class had descended yet, but he had been online for the vast majority of his life. He knew what a fully developed male would look like, and he wondered if his thick black sack would hang just as low as the pictures that he saw. But those were just the cosmetics of the other canids.

He knew that inside of their sheaths would be a large canine dick waiting for him. He remembered seeing the fox boy pull back his sheath just enough so that his pink tip was exposed to the shower water. He could imagine how big it really was when it was fully erect. He bet he could talk to him and convince the boy to show him his canine penis if he showed off his humanoid penis.

Yuki blinked hard and rapidly, shaking his head several times as he tried to process what he was actually doing. He grit his teeth and focused on the city as it passed in front of him. He couldn’t allow himself to give into such perverted thoughts. None of it was going to be healthy and it would just make him a criminal and a monster to give into such things. He looked down, noticing that his crotch was already at half mast, giving some slight attention to the door in front of him.

He was glad that neither the wolf or the falcon at his side noticed his winky grinding against the glass. They both were hooked to their phones, listening to their podcasts while they flipped through endless articles to sate their bottomless craving for media. However, there was one person who seemed interested in consuming something that wasn’t their smartphones. He felt the breath of the fox travel from the the back of his eyes to the bridge of his muzzle.

Yuki looked directly above him and noticed the fat fox had decided to peer over him, getting quite the view of the collie’s stiffy. The fox’s smirk was similar in every way to Ryotaro’s earlier that day. He blinked just before a drop of saliva poured over the sides of his overflowing muzzle and dripped downright between Yuki’s eyes. Before he could say anything, the fox put his finger over his muzzle and signalled Yuki to keep quiet.

He nodded his head up and down, turning to face the glass with a mortifed expression. It was only day one and the tally for people to have seen his erection had gone from no one to four peoples, which was indistinguishable from it being seen by everyone. He wanted to die from the humiliating experience, but he knew he would at least have to wait for the train to stop before he could jump onto the third rail.

The fox wasn’t quite done exploiting the young cub’s horrifying experience quite yet. The fox was quite willing to show the border collie exactly what he fantasized about seeing. The fox inched himself forward until his thick shaft dragged on top of Yuki’s shoulder and rested there. Yuki could barely turn his muzzle to see the bulge hanging on his shoulder, his dick perfectly outlined for him to see. It wasn’t quite as long as he was expecting it to be, but it was definitely as thick as he thought it would be.

Yuki glanced around at the other men, shocked that no one had stepped in to stop this perversion. The wolf and the falcon were completely wrapped around their phones, not even able to look away if they wanted to. All of the drones wouldn’t notice if the train derailed, let alone a tiny cub with a giant bulge hanging on his shoulder. Not that Yuki would ever want any of them to notice.

He shifted his muzzle to the side slightly, letting it brush up against the thick piece of meat. It was so much more massive that his own, he’d never be able to imagine ever being that big. The smell was familiar to him as well, smelling like the typical fox scent, but thick enough to be bottled and worn. He took a few sniffs of it, tickling the side of his dick with his curious nose and whiskers.

It suddenly jumped into the air and the fox couldn’t help himself but to buck against Yuki. His own weiner did that often when he needed release, but the thing he wasn’t expecting was the pre. The fox’s pre-cum was so abundant and thick that  it had managed to push through his underwear and his pants, forming a bead at the tip of his bulge. Yuki couldn’t do this on his own yet and he wondered if it was part of the formula he was missing.

He reached his paw up and caught the bead on his finger and hung it close to his nose. He inspected it, clasping it between his two fingers before pulling it apart. The pre was viscous enough to create a string between his fingers and remain suspended between the two. He looked up at the fox, curious to know what it was and how he could do it on his own. The chubby fox was looking down at him the entire time, mouth watering and a devious look on his face.

The fox hung his tongue out for Yuki before lapping it back up into his maw. He did that several times, raising his eyebrows each time before Yuki knew what he would have to do. He looked back down to his fingers and played around with it a bit more. He closed his eyes, wondering if this would be the contract that he would sign to become a pervert like all the men wanted him to be. He slowly exhaled before he brought the pre to his muzzle and scooped it up with his tongue. 

He swished it around in his maw, mixing it with the saliva and catching it with his tongue. His eyes shifted behind his eyelids as he tried to figure out the taste and texture of the fox’s juices. It took a while before the flavors were brought out enough to make out its salty copper flavor. He gulped it down and frowned that it was already over. He was barely able to make out the taste, but he knew one thing for sure: He wanted more.

Yuki tried to reach his paw up to grab the unknown fox’s dick one more time, but he pulled it away from him. Yuki gasped and turned himself around to notice the fox had his briefcase over his genitals, keeping him from what he wanted. He felt cheated and robbed by the fox, tormenting him with his non-consensual actions, but stealing it away just as he wanted it. He wanted to reach out and force the fox to give him more, but the train’s breaks caught him off guard. 

For the umpteenth time this day, he was flung into another male. This time, it was the falcon that he landed on, whoi quickly caught him and pulled him upward. Yuki didn’t even bother apologizing, ready to confront the fox instead. However, before he could even open his mouth, the doors opened and a few more people piled into the car just as the fox pushed his way out of the car. Yuki’s ears folded back as the fox took off into the crowd, awkwardly carrying his briefcase to hide his erection from the rest of the public.

“Jerk.” Yuki said to himself as the door’s closed and he was left alone with the new strangers around him.

He didn’t even notice that one of the new people, a casually dressed hare, could clearly see his erection. Too cowardly to say anything, he just stood up straight and pretended that the little collie next to him wasn’t sporting a woody on the public train. Not as if Yuki wanted to hear about it anymore today anyways. Both of them just continued to look forward as the hare’s interest quickly dwindled just as Yuki’s erection. His ears remained folded against the back of his head the entire time, angry with what he had to put up with all day.

His expression remained the same all the way home. He didn’t even bother looking for Ryotaro on the train, since apparently the civet wasn’t even that unique on this train. He wasn’t even focused on the fox who merely smeared his junk all over his body and then took off without saying a single word to him. The only thing that he really wanted to do was get home and get to bed.

He blinked and all of it happened in a second. He was sitting at his table, staring at his empty bowl while his brothers fought with one another for the food on the table. He blinked again and he was in his bed while his brothers bickered with each other in the bunks next to him. He closed his eyes one last time and his in front of the train station. He didn’t even bother protesting with his mother as he stepped out of the car. 

The morning was just as cold as it was yesterday.

He shook his head and for the first time since stepping off the train yesterday, he was awake. He walked through the automatic sliding glass doors and headed towards the platform. His eyes were peeled as he searched the halls for Ryotaro, knowing that the tall civet wouldn’t be able to hide from him. He was careful to peek his head around every corner as before, expecting the man to be ready to jump on him and drag him to the nearest corner to have his way with him. Every corner was empty.

No, the civet didn’t need to chase after him like a horror movie monster at a high school party. Ryotaro was waiting at the platform with the same book in his paws. Yuki’s footsteps took him away from his book and he gave the same look at the young border collie. Yuki walked towards the benches next to the rails, taking a seat and trying his best to ignore the soul piercing stare. They groped his body just like his hands would.

The rumbling of the train shook the platform and brought both of the two travellers to their feet. Yuki walked straight towards the back of the train, but he could hear the other walking steadily behind him. His head was ducked, ashamed that he knew exactly what was gonna happen and wasn’t doing nearly enough to stop it. All he could do was mentally prepare himself for what would only be day two.