“Oh look guys it’s Penis Kissesmen!” 
One of the two tiger boys guffawed while pointing at a young cheetah, who scowled but continued walking to try to lose himself in the bustling hall. He wore his red hoodie inside in an effort to not be noticed by his characteristic messy mane-like head fur, but in reality it probably made him even more noticeable. They were of course using a by-now years-old riff on his name, Ennis Kissman. And though his first name was supposed to be pronounced like “Dennis” without the D, any boy with two brain cells to rub together would realize it was similar enough in spelling to be replaced with “Penis.” Then of course, his last name didn’t help either and only made matters worse. 
Being an easy target prevented him from having any real friends throughout school up to this point. This is why he took to introducing himself as Enn. He wrote it on his assignments, and introduced himself to new people that way. Trying get everyone else to follow was another issue altogether. And most teachers still by default read his full name out loud during roll call. And so, he had to live with it. Which meant of course doing his best to not react at all. 
The teasing of course gets a reaction from the peanut gallery, and he could hear snickering follow him right out of the door as everyone funneled out of the main school building. He endured one more distant “Mankisser!” Shout before he picked up his pace and set off on his usual walk home. Mercifully, it was Friday. He wasn’t going to rush home right away, but planned to go to a secluded spot where he liked to just be alone for a while. It involved taking a path through the arroyo, a bone-dry desert ditch that snaked a bit off the beaten path away from the neighborhood. He liked it because very rarely would other kids take this route, it was a long-cut
He eventually came to a sharp turn in the arroyo’s path and followed it to the mouth of a large tunnel that allowed water from flash floods to pass harmlessly under the street. 
Enn kicked a rock into the completely-round opening. The kid cheetah’s ears quickly swivel and listen to the satisfying metallic thud that echoed each time the rock skips across one of the corrugated ridges. The reverberating sounds taper eventually, and the spotted cat wanders his way into the tunnel. 
It was that dull period of winter weeks after Christmas where the thrill of holidays had worn off, and there was absolutely nothing left to look forward to for several months. At least not until the cheetah’s birthday in March when he’d be 11. Until then, the world just seemed dull and gray. Other than homework, on a Friday afternoon, there was not much else to do but, well, kick rocks. 
The tunnel is a little bit of a refuge for Enn. Literally from the elements. At least to him it felt a little warmer than the outside. But also from the world. This was his escape, and he didn’t often see others down here during the day when he would usually hang out just listening to the sounds of cars passing overhead.
It also happens to be a place where he liked to strip down. He did not know why, but there was something the cheetah liked about having his fur exposed to the open air. It just seemed so liberating. Thrilling. 
After tossing his backpack down with a booming thud, he stood in place for a moment or two, waiting for a lull in traffic from above so that he could swivel his ears around and listen carefully. He heard nothing out of the ordinary, no footsteps, no idle conversation. Just distant cars and a soft humm of a breeze as it traced its way through the dry passage. He gave himself the all-clear and started by pulling his hoodie up and over his head, followed by his shirt, revealing the cheetah’s fur to be a fiery orange, and he had a bit of a messy mane that traveled down his back, petering out just above his tail. Then his jeans followed, exposing most of the rest of his golden and black-spotted fur that ruffled in the slight breeze that filtered through the tunnel. Then after one final glance-around, he grasped his paws around the waistband of his boxers and let them fall, which give him a thrill just as a car could be heard rumbling overhead. 
There was always the risk too that he could be caught for some reason that also didn’t bother him much. The tunnel was a bit out of the way in any case and not really on any walkways. He spent a couple of more minutes standing in place, legs slightly spread so he could feel the open air just about everywhere for the moment. He then gave a stretch, and slumped himself down on the pile of clothes he’d made on the tunnel’s floor, protecting his butt and back from the cold metal and from the ridges, which would be uncomfortable to sit on directly. 
And then he just lay there, eyes closed, one arm behind his head for support and the other… well, exploring himself. The digits of his paws comb through his chest fur, brushing across his nipples, which were quite hard out in this cold. That feeling made his tail curl toward himself from between his slightly-spread legs, sending pangs of pleasure throughout his body it seemed. From there, his touch moved downward, circling lazily across his milky white fluff down to his belly, his touch soft as ever. He could not see himself, but could certainly feel how he was reacting. Without touching his bits, he could feel a tension in his loins, and a throbbing sensation. Due to his teasing, Enn’s erection was throbbing slowly to life until filling out his sheath completely. He could feel the cold on the bare flesh of his member as it peeled away from his sheath, growing with each throb. He could feel the sensation of moisture beading at his tip, and then sliding down the length of his shaft. 
Then, his paw went further down still, dodging his sheath for the moment, and letting it slip underneath and cup his balls, and began toying with them. He couldn’t suppress a soft moan. And he finally opened his eyes. His gaze was greeted by his rigid pole. Not very big as of yet, but the distinctly tapered and reddish-pink member was pointed directly back at him. Throbbing as though the very sight was a part of the whole teasing experience. 
He heaved a deep, relaxed sigh, and just enjoyed the sight of himself. The feeling. His digits sunk just a little further south, spreading his legs just a bit so that he could play with his taint, letting his claws dance up and down, barely glancing under his fur to tease his skin directly. His cock was throbbing so much at this point, a steady stream of precum seemed to dribble from his tip down to the base of his sheath, leaving the area quite wet and whenever the air stilled, the young cheetah’s scent definitely lingered, carried by the breeze. 
He felt like he could just lay in this place forever. He lay his head back against his free arm once more, and his ears swiveled around again. 

Then they darted, picking out a distinctive sound approaching, the sound of small dull thuds on dirt. 

Pit pat… pit pat… pit pat… pit pat clank clank CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK!

It happened so fast and so unexpectedly that the spotted cat did not have any time to react, and by the time he did, all he managed to do was to prop himself up on his elbows before he found himself face-to-face with a jet-black feral dog. He braced himself with his arms, fully expecting a mangy dog to just maul him, but instead, he was just met with the feeling of approaching panting hot breath following some quite friendly licks. 
Oh thank god, he’s friendly! The cheetah thought to himself, as he waited for his heart to settle down. He tried to get up, but only managed to stumble right back onto his hindquarters as the sloped tunnel only made him slip down. And so, he just remained at dog-level for the time being, reaching up to try to keep him at bay. To no avail though, that black snout fought through his arms and made a beeline right for the cheetah’s crotch like a heat-seeking missile, and he snuffled around, causing the cheetah to recoil uselessly, as that nose just followed him, and pushed him further up that tunnel wall. 
“Oh jeez…” he exclaimed in exasperation. “Oh n-no… Mmf… n-no… that… feels… good.” He had to admit to himself, settling in place, as he just watched the excited creature just do his own bit of exploring, very much in a more chaotic way than his own explorations. He realize that he was panting too from the brief wrestling, but also from the pleasure. And his dick had not gone soft
He reached a paw out to pat the top of the dog’s head, hoping to slow him down a little bit. Fortunately this seemed to work better than anything else, and he was met with the bright, happy stare of a pair of green eyes. This was a strikingly beautiful black lab. Strikingly friendly too. It wasn’t wearing a collar, but surely had to belong to someone. The cheetah curled his tail around himself briefly, looking around. Thankfully, no owner seemed to have followed him in either.
He glanced back down at the friendly creature, and he retracted his paws a bit, and then lowered them down to his crotch, where he wrapped his paws around the base of his sheath, and gave it a squeeze. The dog’s nose, predictably, followed the paw, and the cheetah gasped as he felt that silky muscle dance across his throbbing flesh, and was able to sink into a more intentional exploration of these novel feelings. Over and over again he could feel that hot, wet flesh lash over his own rigid, throbbing one. 
And his own paw just held his shaft in place, momentarily getting lost in the pleasure before yelping again. The pleasure was too much, he pushed the dog’s face away, which made him slip down the tunnel’s side again, sliding even further this time, as he surfed briefly feet-first toward the other side of the underpass, now staring vaguely kind of upside-down at the dog as it made another approach, the four-legged creature straddling over his face, and diving once again for the spotty cat’s lap. 
His paw was still cupping his dick to protect from any further lingual assaults, which didn’t restrict the dog from trying anyway. 
At this point though, the cheetah’s eyes adjusted and he was able to focus on what he was staring at, and that would be the dog’s full undercarriage. He didn’t know why, but he felt himself blushing as his eyes darted around, clearly recognizing a pair of balls and the outline of a sheath, the very tip at which there was the slightest glimmer of rocket red. 
He didn’t have a whole lot of time to focus, because in the very next moment, he could feel that the lab had abandoned his efforts to nose his way past the cheetah’s paws, and instead that snout had traveled down to snuffle underneath the feline’s white under-tail! This caused him to moan more loudly than ever as he felt that lustrous tongue sliding over his pucker. Another new sensation, completely unlike any that he’d felt with his own cursory exploration with his own pawpaws. 
The golden cat seemed resigned now, and he even spread his legs a bit more, as though giving the dog permission to dive right in. He could see the dog’s tail lashing happily back and forth. The cheetah’s own tail flicked from side to side, brushing occasionally against the snout of his canine companion. 
It didn’t take very many licks underneath his tail at all for the cheetah to feel his loins churning in the most intense way that he ever felt and could feel his cock twitching violently. Then, through his cupped-paws an eruption of cheetah spunk oozed from between his digits, and made an absolute mess of his pelvic area. His panting was punctuated by intense purring. He was in a daze. His paws slipped from his groin, and his erect flesh was exposed to the air. 
This was his first honest-to-god orgasm. He’d come close in his explorations before, but always backed off at the last minute because it felt too weird. Well this dog had no such sense of the feline’s apprehension.
The lab seemed to take his uncovering his junk as an invitation to return. Almost immediately, he could feel that muzzle snuffling its way back, and then that smooth tongue resumed its efforts, repeatedly colliding over the feline’s bits. He was in a trance, an afterglow that rendered him near-paralyzed. In fact, with that tongue working over him, he whimpered again, and could feel yet another, far more intense and even aching wave of pleasure washing over him. And the cat’s tapered, barbed spire erupted a less significant quantity of cum to meet the eager-canine’s tongue directly. And he kept licking…
The young cheetah could simply not stand being tormented anymore, and he managed to flip himself onto his side, and cupped his bits again. The dog, seeming to recognize the finality, backed off finally and instead returned to the cheetah’s face, where he was licked directly. He could smell his own musk laced in the beast’s breath. He recoiled again, and scrambled his way back to the other side of the tunnel. He panted breathlessly, and looked down as the lab turned his tongue’s attention to the cheetah’s paws, which were still quite coated with a hefty film of cum. The cheetah spread his pawpads, figuring why not at this point, he was going to need to get clean somehow. After his paws, the dog lapped again at the cheetah’s now-retreating cock, and the immediate area around it. Seemed this boy was hungry! 
The cat reached forward to once again apply some pets to the top of the dog’s head. This calmed him quite a bit, and he even sat in place, looking back up at the cheetah with those beautiful eyes, still panting happily, tongue lolling out to one side, even scooting closer for some fur-to-fur cuddles. This at least gave the cheetah a bit of a reprieve to think about all of the unbelievable things that just happened to him. 
“Did I… did I just have sex with… a dog?” He muttered under his breath? “A boy dog?” He added, as though that was any more remarkable than the previous realization. He glanced off to the side and gave the good boy a well-deserved patting. Suddenly, he felt far more exposed than any other time that he spent down here. He lifted himself to stand on shaky legs and started to dress himself again. Shirt, hoodie, pants and then he grabbed his backpack, and he set off in the same direction to continue on the walk back home. The dog followed him, as he predicted. Maybe he could convince his parents to keep the dog for a night, but he knew that they’d have to search for a microchip on this boy. Meanwhile, in his haste, Enn had left behind his boxers— distinctive dark blue silken trunks speckled with planets and stars which fluttered gently in the wind while he walked away.