Mel stood patiently at the exit of his little culdesac. Standing at an impressive five feet tall on his tip toes he managed an imposing figure to ants. He sports a quite slender build with barely an ounce of fat or muscle on him making even a slight breeze more than enough to challenge him. His fur was black and white, in a tuxedo-like pattern and sported short cut white hair that sometimes gets in the way of his purple colored eyes and framed with two medium length white horns. His long tail ended in a tuft of white fur and was quite soft to the touch. He sported a red shirt with the Nintendo logo on it as well as some baggy cargo shorts. Slung over one shoulder was a large backpack, almost exploding at the seams and was filled with various clothes and travel items.

He was about to go on his first ever road trip, and he was both incredibly nervous and shaking with excitement. He was carpooling with two friends he met online through VR Chat and they were going to a convention in New Vegas. The drive from LA wasn't overly long, and they decided to hit a few tourist stops along the way as well as camp out under the stars. He knew both of them for almost a year at this point, but this would be the first time he would meet them in real life.

Being in LA it wasn't too much of a surprise to see a number of other furs he met online that were near his location, but were still too far for a casual meetup. As he waited he checked his phone, double checking the list he made of what he should bring. Clothes, water bottle, swimming trunks, various supplies, and just in case he gets heated, some small toys to help sate a need should one occur. He's never told them of his intersex biology, or told anyone really for that matter. He only wants to be seen as Mel and feared that others would hate him or stop being his friend if they knew.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, a text coming through on his phone. It was from Kuro, his fellow passenger on this trip, informing him that they were coming in fast. Mel looked up in time to see, as described over their many chats, what he assumed was the 1972 Chevy Chevelle SS Wagon, engine roaring loudly as it sped in his direction, a crazed wickerbeast behind the wheel sporting a mad grin.

The sudden squeal of tires urged Mel to dive away from the road, rolling into the grass as the car spun a full 180 degrees and came to a screeching halt, perfectly parallel parked next to the curb. Mel began second guessing his decision to road trip with these lunatics.

“Why’d you jump away!?” The driver called out through the open window, his grin still plastered in place. Mel stood, brushing crass cuttings from his fur and clothing as he glared back. The driver was, as he observed before almost dying, a wickerbeast of lean proportions by the name of Fruit. Whether that was a name he chose himself or his actual name was up for debate, but it hardly mattered. His main body was a deep green, accented with light green markings. His long thick hair was green like the leaves of trees and his eyes glowed with an almost spiritual light. If you were to meet him in the woods late at night you would think he was some kind of spirit guardian.

Mel grunted and gathered his pack, a seam had torn from the impact and the fabric of some of his clothes could be seen. It wasn't a large tear and still held together at the least. He made a mental note to find a replacement at some point. He strode out of the grass and up to the car and looked through the passenger window, his stature short enough he didn't need to duck down too much, 

“I thought you were going to hit me, man.” He said, letting the irritation seep into his voice. From this angle he was able to see that Fruit was wearing a plaid overshirt and a band tee of some kind, as well as blue jeans.

“Where’s Kuro anyway?” Mel asked, looking at the empty passenger seat. “He just texted me a second ago.”

“Oh he’s in the back.” Fruit said, casually gesturing to the back seat. Mel poked his head in through the open window and looked to see Kuro on the floor, a mess of seat belts and duffle bags half burying him with only an arm and his fluffy tail sticking out at odd angles. “... He’s just being dramatic. Now get in the car bitch, we’re going to AutoZone for oil!” He said in a playful, cheery tone.

Mel rolled his eyes, “Alright hold on, let me rescue Kuro.” He said, tossing his bag into the passenger seat through the window. He opened the rear door and several bags spilled out along with a Kuro leg, paw pads on display much like his own. Mel shook his head and started shoving all the crap back behind the seat. Little by little more and more of Kuro was revealed. He was also quite slender and skinny like the others, and to Mel’s surprise he also spouted a black and white patterned body. However the similarities stopped there as he also had the occasional red stripes along his body, one around the wrists and ankles, and on his face covering the top of his muzzle and disappearing into his red hair. His eyes were also multi-colored, the left being teal and the right being red, and even had blue inner ear colors. 

“Oh man…” Kuro muttered as he came around, “Warn a guy next time man!” He said, taking Mel’s hand and accepting the assistance. Once freed and seated he helped shove anything left over back behind the seat as well. Mel was finally able to get a good look at his casual outfit, wearing a simple shirt and pants getup.

“Thanks for the save, Mel.” Kuro said, snapping Mel out of his musings. “Fruit drives like a madman, better buckle the fuck up.”

Mel nodded as the car jerked forward, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the seat, limbs flying everywhere. “Hurry up!” Fruit demanded.

“Hold your horses damnit!” Mel exclaimed as he untangled himself. He closed the door and took a seat next to Kuro in the back as Fruit gunned the gas. The sudden acceleration certainly made buckling the seatbelt a challenge, but Mel was proud he got it on the fourth attempt. 

“What the hell is so important at Autozone anyway?!” Mel called out to Fruit over the roar of the engine and the wind of all the windows being rolled down.

“OIL MEL!” Fruit yelled back, flooring the pedal, “YOU THINK THIS BEAST RUNS ON DREAMS!?”

“I THOUGHT IT RAN ON GAS!” Kuro responded, equally yelling to be heard.

“GAS? IN THIS ECONOMY?!” Fruit exclaimed as he gunned the car through a yellow light.

“Sacrilege!” Mel decried, grinning as the trio bantered back and forth as they drove through the city. 

“Glad I chilled out a bit. That there is a copper.” Fruit said as they screeched to a halt in the parking lot of an Autozone.

“Aight hang tight. I’ll be right back.” Fruit said as he dashed out of the car and into the store.

Mel sighed as he tried to calm his racing heart, “God damn, you don't think it'll be like that the entire way do you?”

Kuro shrugged, “No idea man, nice ass car though. He maintains it himself, you know.”

“Right…” Mel nodded along, he didn't know much about cars and personally thought it just looked old and loud, but he doubted his opinion would be heard. “So what did you pack for the trip?”

“Oh, the tent for one.” He said. Mel nodded, they had agreed to take their time and camp out overnight along the way as a bit of a getaway from the big city. “Spare clothes, dry food, various soaps and a med kit. Got a few other random things too but that’s about it. I think fruit has a bag of clothes, how about you?”

“About the same,” Mel said, “though I guess I'm in the market for a new bag, seams are ripping.”

Kuro nodded, then grabbed and pulled the crotch of his pants down. “Damn, sudden stops like that crushing my nuts… Anyway I'm sure we can swing by the mall before we head out, haven't gone mall shopping in years.”

“Yeah, same,” Mel replied, making a show to tug his own pants loose. He never had a packer, not that he didn't think about it from time to time. It was mildly expensive and he read they can be uncomfortable, not to mention trying to keep it hidden in a busy house of wild roommates.

Fruit returned just then, popping the hood and pouring a random liquid into the engine with an expert hand before slamming the hood back down. He moved to the passenger side and opened the door, pausing to grab Mel’s bag. “Sorry bro, gonna use this space for the spare fluids in case we need them, I don't want to get engine oil on your stuff.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” Mel said, reaching forward to take the bag, “Thanks man, don't want people to think I work on cars by mistake.” He joked as he pulled on the strap, lifting the bag, however it got wedged between the seats. He leaned forward and pushed up from the bottom as Fruit tried to shove it through the gap in the front seats, however this was too much for the over stressed bag. A loud rip sounded out as the seam failed, spilling the contents all over the floor of the back and both front seats.

“Oh shit! Sorry man, let me-” Fruit said as he went to pick up the stuff.

“Damn you weren't joking, the bag didn't even last all of twenty minutes! I guess we are definitely going to the mall now.” Kuro joked as he bent down to help out.

Mel, however, was mortified. They didn't seem to notice immediately, but he did. About six pairs of his panties had spilled all over the car, and sitting right in the cupholder was his dildo. He froze in fear of their judgment and mockery, face heating up like a furnace as he was frozen in place. 

Kuro was the first to notice, “Wha-panties? Mel you wear panties?” He asked, holding up a pink pair with little flowers.

Fruit took notice as well, “Oh yeah, yeah a few pairs up here as well. Damn you really did over pack didn't you?” He said, about to laugh before he saw the shock and horror all over Mel’s face. “Hey man, it’s cool, shit happens. You can wear whatever you like, man, we're all adults here and into different things.”

“Yeah,” Kuro added, “I don't even wear underwear.”

“What? Really?” Fruit asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Freeballen baby!” Kuro declared like he won a game. “What, I bet you wear tighty-whities.”

“You keep my underwear out of your mouth!” Kuro smirked and raised an eyebrow, “You know what I mean!” Fruit said, turning his attention back to Mel, “Point is, it’s fine. I know a few others in the discord like to crossdress and actually pass as female out in town, so really, you’re fine bud.”

“Kinda hot though.” Kuro commented as he picked up a few more pairs and looked them over, “I bet your ass looks sexy as all hell in these.”

Mel snapped out of his horror-induced trance and snatched up the panties in embarrassment, at a loss for words for Kuro’s comment as he tried to futilely shove the panties back into the bag.

Fruit gave Kuro a glare, “What?” Kuro defended, “I mean it, look I'm pitching a tent thinking about it!”

That gave Mel and Fruit pause, both looking to his lap to see indeed his pants were tenting slightly. Mel rubbed his face, trying to come to terms with all this new development, “I..” He paused to clear his throat, “I didn't think you were, you know, into that.”

Kuro shrugged, “Man I’m into anything, and if you wanted to just hang out in only your panties at some point more power to ya, though I probably would beat my meat at the sight.”

Mel didn't have a counter, it felt like he was genuinely being accepted, though lewdly, against all odds and all his negative thoughts. He smiled at Kuro, “Well, no promises!” He shared a chuckle with Kuro and turned to Fruit, “Thank you, I really needed to hear that.”

“Hey no problem man. I’m ace so I don't give a fuck.” Fruit said as he resumed gathering the scattered clothes and stacking them in the passenger seat. Kuro and Mel gathered the garments that flew their way, Mel taking care to account for all of his panties, not only were they expensive but shopping for more was always embarrassing.

“Alright, Kuro, did you put this here?” Fruit asked as he leaned over the front seats back towards them, one arm held out towards Kuro. Clutched in his claws was Mel’s dildo, swaying and wiggling from the motions.

Kuro burst out laughing at the sight, but shook his head. Mel raised his hand slightly, “That’s um, mine… It fell out of the bag….”

“Oh, I thought Kuro was trying to be funny.” He said, handing it over to Mel.

Kuro reached out instead, “Hey mind if I see it? It’s clean, right?”

Mel gave a look of disgust, “Of course it’s clean! Or, it was until it spilled out.”

Taking that as an assent, Kuro took it in his paws and looked it over, “Damn this is a good dick, you know your stuff.” He said, fondling it in his hands and squeezing it. “Mine is bigger though.” 

“You brought a dildo too?” Mel asked in shock.

“Well yeah, but I meant my dick was bigger.” He said, gesturing to his crotch, his pants now tenting fully.

Fruit shook his head, “Well whatever. Let’s hit the mall and I’ll buy you a new bag Mel. Kuro, don't make a mess on my seats.” He said, closing the passenger door and returning to the driver’s seat. 

“No promises!” Kuro said with a grin, placing the dildo against his tent. “See? I’m bigger!” He said, grinning to Mel as Fruit started the car and they made their way out of the parking lot.

The sight of his large tent and the callousness of his lewdness was heating up Mel, he squeezed his legs together as he stared at his tent, “Um, yeah, hehe, damn where do you hide that?”

“Baggy pants and a sizable sheath.” He said with a shrug. The car jerked suddenly as they hit a bump, causing Kuro to wince in pain, “Ow! Damnit Fruit slow down! Almost broke my dick!”

“Then stop being horny!” Fruit yelled back as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Fuck it. Tired of getting my dick and balls crushed because you can't drive.” Kuro said as he unbuttoned his pants.

“Um, wha-” Mel’s objection was drowned out by Fruit yelling, “I can drive just fine!”

The button came undone and the zipper slid down, allowing Kuro’s blue cock to jump free of his pants. “Ah there we go, much better.”

“What the hell man!” Mel exclaimed, “You don't just whip your dick out!”

“What?! It’s for health reasons! Besides, we're all guys here. And it's your fault anyway.” He said with a smirk.

“What? How!? How is you taking your dick out my fault?” Mel said in exasperation.

”It’s not my fault that my dick gets hard when we are talking about you wearing panties,” he said with a grin, “and I can show I am indeed larger than your dildo.” Mel did not need to see his dildo side by side with Kuro's cock, he was intimately familiar with his dildo and at a glance could confirm his juicy dick was larger.

“W-well stop touching your dick then! Let it go down!” Mel said, his face flushing. “We’ll be at the mall soon, can't walk around like that, right?”

“Hmm, the fastest option would be to just cum, and I bet I could cum real fast if I knew what color panties you were wearing currently~!” He said with a sly grin, running his fingers up and down his long shaft. Mel gulped, fuck it was hot in here.

“Hey Mel!” Fruit called from up front. Mel looked to see him watching from the rear view mirror, “Just nut tap him, that’ll make it go down and wont make a mess in my car!” He said with an evil grin.

Kuro looked horrified, “Now now, no need for any of that right? I’ll just wait for it to go down.” He said. There was a beat of silence between them all, during which his cock twitched, a bead of pre leaking out and trailing down the shaft.

Mel simply raised his hand. Kuro begged and tried to block, but a feint and a swift strike sealed the deal. His balls were still hidden by the pants, but with most of everything on display it wasn't hard to pinpoint their location. His first touch of real balls was not how he had expected things to play out.

Kuro for his part had coiled into the fetal position, whining noises escaping as his body shuddered in pain. Maybe Mel had put too much force behind it? Balls aren't THAT sensitive, are they? 

“Woah! I said a tap. Not a JAB!” Fruit exclaimed from the front, cringing and shuddering in phantom pains.

“Well how was I supposed to know?!” Mel said defensively, worry seeping in that he had just seriously hurt his friend.

“What? Have you never been hit in the nuts before?” Fruit said, pulling over into a random nearby parking lot. He hopped out and went to Kuro’s door, helping him out where he rolled on the ground moaning with his tail between his legs in pain. “Hay, you ok? Please don't throw up in my car.”

Mel got out and went around the side, panic rising in his voice, “Oh my god Kuro I’m so sorry, I didn't know! Are you going to be okay?! What do I do!?”

Kuro grumbled something Mel didn't catch, so he got closer and kneeled down, “What? I didn't hear…”

Quick as lightning Kuro lashed out, a revenge punch in the crotch, landing a clean hit right on Mel’s pussy instead. “Ow! Hey! I said I was sorry!” He said in frustration, standing and backing away, rubbing his crotch, his folds a bit sore from the impact.

He looked up to see Fruit and Kuro both giving him a weird look. Kuro appears to have found his voice, “What the… do you tuck too or something?”

Mel raised an eyebrow, “No, why would…” He trailed off, remembering that some trans fems tuck their cock and balls between their legs or even tape them in position. “Um, y-yea, something like that I mean!”

“Bullshit, even tucked you would have been puking your guts out. What the hell’s going on? Why don't you know nut tap etiquette?” Kuro demanded, clearly upset and equally confused. He shakily got to his feet, and Mel saw that true to Fruit’s word he no longer had a boner. One problem resolved at least.

“I-I'm sorry, I really, genuinely had no idea they were that sensitive…” Mel said, ears pressed back and eyes watering, “I really, really don't know… because… because… I don’t have balls…”

Fruit cocked an eyebrow, “Oh like a slit instead? You are a dragon, makes sense.”

Mel shook his head, “No, I’m, well, I’m an intersex…”

Kuro shook his head, “No idea what that means man, sorry.”

Mel sighed, better to get it all out. “It means, I'm a guy, but I have a pussy instead of a cock and balls.” He explained, finally telling his oldest friends a long kept secret. “I don’t know how sensitive guy parts are… I've never had a boyfriend, or touched or seen anyone’s junk. I avoid everyone in gym classes and use private showers and change stations. I wear panties because they are comfortable, and help absorb leaks…” He finished, wiping the tears from his eyes, “I’ve never told anyone outside my mom and dad either…”

Kuro and Fruit stood there, processing everything Mel had blurted out. Kuro smirked, “So that dildo… wasn't for anal.”

Fruit lightly smacked him upside the head, and walked up to Mel and put his hand on his shoulder. “Cool, and what exactly does that change? You’re still our friend.” 

Mel blinked, then burst out laughing he was so caught off guard. Why was he worried? They knew each other for almost a year and shared way more personal life stories before. “No, no it was not used for anal.” He confirmed with a grin.

Kuro straightened himself out, the pain mostly faded by this point and walked up to Mel, pulling him into a hug, “It’s alright, we’re cool now. I believe you really had no idea and thanks for sharing. Looks like it's something that weighs heavily on you, huh?”

Mel hugged him back, “I just, I know I don't have self confidence in my body… Thank you”

Fruit joined the group hug, “Good on you for coming out then, we won't tell anyone but I’m sure the others in the discord won't be mean and may even find it rather interesting, especially when we meet in person tomorrow.”

“Or find it really hot.” Kuro added. Mel felt something stiffening against his stomach as they hugged.

“Seriously? Again?” Mel asked in mild frustration.

Kuro laughed, “Consider it a crash course in dickery. Guys get hard like, all the time. We're just really good at hiding it most of the time. And now I really want to see that cute butt in those panties.”

Mel huffed, looking around. Seeing the coast was clear he pulled back from the hug. “Fine… Just a peek.” He undid the button and pulled open the fly, flashing them his purple panties. They were plain, solid purple and hugged his body nicely. They were also pulled up against him, revealing his cameltoe through the slightly moisture darkened fabric.

He let them have a good look for about a minute before becoming too embarrassed exposing himself out in the open. He zipped up and secured the button once more. “There, happy?”

“God damn, that was hot. Are we going to see more of that on the trip?” Kuro asked hopefully.

Mel blushed at the compliment, it was rather hot and was rather nice to be seen as sexy. “Well… maybe?” He said, his blush indicating that it was definitely a yes.

“Alright you lot, back in the car. We’re almost at the mall.” Fruit said, ushering them both back into their seats. “If you guys are going to make a mess I’ve got towels in one of the bags back there.” Mel and Kuro gave a chuckle at the implication as they got in and the car quickly sped off once more.

“So,” Kuro said, turning in his seat to better face Mel and show off his tent again, “Do you like what you see?”

Mel nodded, “Well, as unexpected as it was, it was pretty hot.”

“Speaking of hot, ever try wearing a skirt?” He asked, “I bet you'd be adorable in a skirt and thigh highs, maybe some arm warmers too.”

Mel shook his head, “No, I've actually never thought of that… but, well, I might give it a try, see how it is.”

“Awesome! Let me pick out some stuff for you then while you’re getting a new bag. You won't regret it!” Kuro said with a grin.

The rest of the trip to the mall went by quickly, the mall in question was nearing the edge of the city, from there they could hit the open roads. They pulled into the parking lot and stepped out, Kuro’s tent falling away as they walked. Mel couldn't help but watch in fascination at the transformation, but had to avert his eyes as they neared the crowds.

Once inside, Kuro immediately wandered off to a women’s clothing store while Mel and Fruit looked for a general supplies store. They found an outdoors store and Fruit picked out a large heavy duty bag, much nicer than the old school bag Mel had been using. Purchase in hand, they went to find Kuro. A bit of texting back and forth and they found him in the back of the women’s wares store.

“Here,” he said, pushing a pile of clothes into Mel’s arms, “Try these on!” then practically shoved him into a changing room.

Mel looked around awkwardly before dropping the pile on the little bench. He could hardly believe he was doing this, but the whole idea of this trip was to have fun and experience new things, so he may as well.

The first item he grabbed was some bikini bottoms… very small, bikini bottoms. He rolled his eyes, of course they would all be a bit pervy. He set them aside and picked through the pile. Some things he wanted to reject outright, but couldn't deny they were rather sexy. Like the crotchless panties. Were they even sold in this store?

The more promising candidates were the skirts. They were all about the same length and size, but a variety of colors. He picked out a black skirt, leggings and arm warmers. For a top he felt the blouse was a bit too feminine for him, so he just kept to his red shirt. He pushed the clothes aside so he had a place to sit while getting the leggings on when something heavy fell to the floor. He fished it out from under the bench, it was a leather collar, and didn't seem to have a tag. Was this an actual dog color someone lost? He didn't know, but he decided to try it on anyway because fuck it why not.

Mel took a breath to steady himself, hand on the door’s handle, and once steadied pushed it open. Fruit and Kuro were waiting outside the changing room area, Fruit had been idly browsing through the clothes nearby while Kuro appeared to have sat and stared at the door intently. Their eyes met, and Mel saw the look of surprise flash across Kuro’s face. Fruit simply nodded in approval, taking the moment to place a stringy thong onto Kuro’s ear while he was distracted.

Mel stood there, blushing and looking away shyly before looking back for brief moments, the black skirt showing off plenty of his two-tone thighs before disappearing under the leggings. As the skirt fluttered, flashes of his purple panties could be seen. Mel glimpsed the tent in Kuro’s pants returning, Mel’s skirt was small enough that to keep modest he had to wear it lower than his pants, showing off some of his navel as well between the bottom of his shirt and the start of the skirt. The arm warmers were a nice touch as well, matching the thigh highs on his legs. The collar would take some getting used to, though he hoped that the shiny loops and studs were quite eye-catching.

“W-well… how’s it look?” Mel asked after a few moments of awkward silence.

You really do pull off a twink outfit pretty well.” Fruit said with a low whistle. “Great color choices as well, goes well with your natural fur colors and the red shirt provides a great contrast, not to mention the panties matching your eyes.”

Kuro nodded, “Hot damn… You should consider wearing that kind of stuff more often!”

Mel smiled and blushed, “Really? God, it feels so… exposed… Have to admit, I kind of like it.”

“Shit man, if you’re seriously down for it I’ll pitch in for them.” Kuro said with a smile. Mel grinned at the thought and watched him adjust his pants again.

“Alright! Let me change out so we can buy them.” Mel said, heading back to the changing room. As he turned, the others got a good look at the curves of his ass, the skirt doing little to hide his pert butt, though the panties were more easily seen.

“Hey Mel, would you consider new panties as well? Your current ones are pretty visible from the back.” Fruit said, holding up another tiny thong that was more string than fabric before hanging it off of Kuro’s other ear. Kuro finally noticed and shook them off his head as Fruit laughed at his expense.

This, however, gave Mel a devious little idea that he felt he could have a lot of fun with. “I’ll think about it, those are pretty expensive anyway.” He said, closing the door behind him. Once again secluded he checked out his butt in the mirror, the skirt really did a great job with his curves but the panties really killed the appeal, looking more like bloomers than anything else. He reached under the skirt and pulled them off, checking out his now exposed rump in the mirror. Everything not hidden by the skirt was hidden by his large tail instead, and left a great deal to the imagination. He smiled, yes, this would do nicely.

The door to the changing room opened and Mel stepped out, wearing his previous cargo pants once more. Although this time he kept the collar on. Garments in hand they made their way out of the changing area, past an older canine woman who stared at them aghast, hand clutched to her chest as though three young men were forbidden from this part of the store and must be up to no good. 

The trio soon reached the front counter where they were met with a tall sergal in a mall security uniform. He held up a hand to them, prompting them to stop. “Excuse me, can I see you all in my office for a moment? You can place your items there on the counter, just need to ask you a few questions.”

“Um, alright, sure?” Mel said uncertainly. He placed the stack of clothes on the counter and together they followed security to the back of the store. Mel shared a look with Fruit and Kuro, both just as confused as he was. “What’s this about?” Mel asked as they were led inside a small office, a familiar older lady was already inside and proceeded to glare at them. This time Mel got a better look at her. She was a Chihuahua with large pompous hair and what skin wasn't hidden by an oversized sundress hung loosely from her bones with age.

“Just need to sort some things out, have a seat.” He said, locking them all in the small room. Mel and the others sat on a bench as the security officer sat at his desk, moving the mouse to wake the computer. The older woman remained standing, never taking her eyes off of the guys.

“That’s them officer! Those ruffians were sneaking around peeking through the changing room doors! And stealing too! That one is wearing stolen clothes and that one was sniffing underwear!” She accused, long bony finger pointing at Mel then Kuro.

“I understand Ma’am, but procedure must be followed.” The security sergal said, trying to placate her.

“Well what are you waiting for? Arrest them! They are clearly gang members!” She continued, not being placated. Mel was starting to get worried about what these false accusations might do to his life, but Fruit seemed to be remaining calm as ever while Kuro tried not to laugh. “See?!” She said, pointing at Kuro, “Guilty conscious!”

“Ma’am, I won’t ask you again. Sit down and let me review the security footage and ask them their side of the story. I won’t ask again.” The sergal said sternly.

To the old canine’s credit she did sit on the opposite bench in a bit of a huff, biting her lip. The sergal nodded in thanks and started reviewing the security cameras in detail. As he did there was a knock on the door, prompting him to get up and open it. On the other side was one of the cashiers and a manager, who handed him what appeared to be a couple long receipts. He thanked them then locked the door once again.

“Alright, this shouldn’t be long. This is a list of all the items placed on the counter, and this is a list of the inventory from that area. Give me a few minutes to cross reference the video and see if any crimes were committed.” Mel nodded, it seemed reasonable enough.

“We were heading to the counter to pay for it all.” Mel said, feeling he should speak to his defense a bit.

“LIARS!” The old woman suddenly screamed, causing everyone to jump in their seats. “I saw them! Parading around in underwear and ogling like perverts!” Suddenly she lunged at them, screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs, claws raking the air before the security sergal grabbed the outstretched arm. He pulled her forward as he blocked her legs with his foot, forcing her to the ground, pinning her in place as she wailed, claiming police brutality and how she's innocent.

“10-26 requesting backup.” He said into his radio as he wrestled her into a pair of cuffs. “I told you to sit and wait, stop resisting or you’re under arrest!” He said. His orders fell on deaf ears as she continued to scream obscenities and accusations, calling him perverted names and trying to shame him for touching her, saying he couldn't do that to her and other things. 

The door opened and four more officers stormed in, the old woman putting up a massive fight as she was dragged out the door, and presumably, out of the store. Mel, Fruit and Kuro sat in stunned silence watching as the sergal straightened out his uniform before returning to his seat.

Mel let out a breath, “Holy shit… people like that are real?”

The sergal sighed, “Get about two or three of them a week. So, let’s keep going then. You all got IDs?” He asked. They each nodded and handed over their driver’s licenses. “Thanks. So, what happened out there?” He asked, entering their data into the computer and reviewing the footage.

Fruit took the initiative, “Well, Mel’s bag ripped, so we came here to replace it with this one.”

Mel nodded, holding up the bag, “I have the receipt.” The sergal nodded, allowing them to continue.

“And I thought Mel would be cute in a skirt, so I came here and picked out a few things for him to try.” Kuro explained. “We watched Mel try on an outfit and he liked it, so we headed to the front to pay.”

Mel nodded, “And I changed out of everything beforehand.”

The sergal listened intently, his gaze lingering on the footage of Mel in the femine clothes. “I see, and the collar?”

Mel blushed, “I happened to find it under the bench, there wasn't a tag or anything on it. I figured it was lost…” He trailed off as he realized he might be stealing the collar at least.

The sergal nodded, finishing his review of the footage. “Well, nothing perverted was going on, no trying to look at other women, and Mel was the only one using them anyway so that’s a falsely filed police report. Records are clean as well, no warrants. As for the collar, it's not the store’s and nothing was reported missing. I’d file that under the finders keepers policy. The inventory also matches what was placed on the counter, so nothing is missing there either.”

He stood and they all stood as well, “Alright, they should still be holding onto your stuff, I have to make sure you pay for everything but after that you’re free to go.” He handed them back their IDs and led them out to the front of the store. After everything had been paid for he disappeared back to his office and the trio stepped out into the bustling mall.

“Well… that happened.” Mel stated as they started to meander. Furs of various species and colors hustled every which way as they walked through the mall, the crowds getting denser. 

“Yeah, should we head out or hit up the food court first?” Fruit asked, looking around at the stores and people around them.

“I could eat. How about you Mel?” Kuro said, crossing his arms to look over at him.

Mel shrugged, “Food sounds good… Actually I've been thinking of something as well, wait here would you?” They nodded and Mel walked off as Fruit took the time to pull out his phone and  show Kuro something that they started chuckling at. 

Mel took his bag of new clothes and disappeared into a nearby bathroom. He hurried past the urinals and into the handicapped stall for the extra room. His long tail was hardly comfortable in the normal size stalls anyway. He closed and latched the door and hung the bag up on the coat hanger. First he unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down, pulling his tail through the tail-hole followed by his feet. Next he did the same for his panties, pulling them down slowly as the fabric peeled wetly from his pussy. The cool air on his nethers sent a shiver through his spine, the panties in his hand were thoroughly soaked from all the excitement and he feared they may be ruined. 

He turned and bent over the toilet paper dispenser and withdrew a large amount, wrapping the panties to both dry them and prevent the mess from spreading. Panties secured, he returned to the bag and pulled out the skirt, simply clipping it securely around his hips. He pulled and did a light shimmy to wear them a bit lower than he had previously to help prevent accidental upskirts as he walked around. He set up his phone camera and set it on the toilet, recording himself doing some test walks. He reviewed the footage and saw it was hard to see even from that angle and was happy with the result.

He put the phone away and reached back into the clothing bag, withdrawing the thigh highs and arm warmers. He slipped them on easily enough, not needing to worry about shoes makes changing clothes a simple thing. Once fully dressed he shoved everything else into his new duffle bag and opened the stall door, suddenly coming face-to-face with the sergal security guard from before.

“Oh! Uh, hi. Mel, was it?” He said with a smile, “Have to say, you look better in person than what I could see on the security camera. Looks good on you man.”

“Oh! Uh, thanks!” Mel said, heat rushing to his cheeks as he gripped the hem of the skirt nervously. “The guys thought I’d look good and well, I'm starting to like it… Trying something new, you know?”

He nodded, “Absolutely. Now if you’ll excuse me, I came in here for a reason.” He said, pushing past Mel into a stall. Mel chuckled and departed, leaving the bathroom and rejoining the others. 

Kuro and Fruit were in the middle of watching something on their phones but looked up when Mel approached. Fruit looked him over and nodded, “Ready to go? Thinking we can just swing by the cinnabon so we can still get some good distance while the sun is out.”

Mel nodded, the fresh air tickling his pussy lips as he walked was still such a new experience it was hard to keep his legs from shaking or from reaching down to scratch the itch. “Yep! And I'm down for anything.”

Kuro nodded as well, “Then let’s get going.” 

Destination agreed upon the trio marched off towards the food court, the density of the various furs making Mel ever more nervous, while also forcing them into a single file line. Mel walked behind the much taller Fruit, and behind Mel Kuro kept pace. Before long they joined the line at the Cinnabon and Kuro leaned in close to Mel.

“Uh, hey, you know how a bit ago I said the purple panties were pretty obvious from the back?” He asked, “Are you… not wearing underwear?”

Mel smirked, “Wouldn't you like to know weatherboy?” he said, shaking his butt and swaying his tail for him.

Kuro chuckled, “Mm, kinda. Mind if I try to feel them?”

Mel’s ears shot up at Kuro suddenly being so forward, “What, here? Now?”

“I’ll be subtle.” He assured him. Mel blushed heavily, but nodded and returned to face forward, keeping an eye out as the line slowly moved along. It was a few moments later that Mel was beginning to believe Kuro decided against it. Before he could turn back, he felt Kuro bump against him, and in that moment felt Kuro’s hand press against his right butt cheek and give it a squeeze. In a blink it was over and Kuro muttered an apology for suddenly bumping into him in an effort to cover up his lewd actions.

“Well? Satisfied?” Mel asked. Kuro nodded, folding his hands in front of his pants. Mel looked down as well to see he was trying to hide the boner slowly forming in his pants. As he saw the struggle Mel had a sudden idea. He turned back around, facing forward once more and unslung his bag, holding it in front of him and then backed up into Kuro.

He stifled a gasp, Mel’s rump pressed right against his tent, the semi-hard boner pressing into Mel’s lower back. Mel grabbed his hands and pulled them around him to where Kuro was holding him around the stomach gently. Kuro took to the idea and they shuffled forward together, he held Mel tightly, almost humping against him as they moved. 

Mel suddenly felt Kuro’s hands move lower, toying with the elastic band of the skirt as they caressed his navel. “What are you doing?” Mel whispered. “We’re in a line of people!”

“Mmm… Up to you if you want to keep going… The bag is pretty big, you know.” He said, slipping a finger under the band and scritching at his pubic fur.

Mel shuddered, the heat in his loins no longer being cooled by the fresh air around him. He merely nodded and held the bag closer, he could already feel a bead of his juices start running down his inner thigh as Kuro’s fingers edged ever closer.

With almost agonizing slowless Kuro’s fingers traced lower, through his pubic fluff and soon encountering his puffy lips. Mel bit his tongue, trying to show no reaction that might draw attention to the taboo they were committing. Kuro’s finger slid over the upper portion of his folds blindly, but stopped as Mel shuddered against him, his finger resting on his small pink button.

“Ah, c-careful there…” Mel warned softly. He stifled a moan as Kuro started running his finger around Mel’s clit, at the same time pressing into Mel’s backside with his raging boner pressed between them. 

Through all of this, Fruit was completely oblivious to the actions behind him. He studied the menu as they neared, and once it was his turn he ordered some pretzel bites, mini-cinnamon buns and a large roll for later. 

Suddenly it was Mel’s turn. He stood there in shock, the avian cashier, covered in blue and purple feathers, looking at him expectantly. The large bag hid the lewd actions occurring just feet away from her. “Uh-o-oh! Y-yes, um!” Mel sputtered, Kuro did not stop his motions, continuing to pleasure Mel as he tried to order. Try as he might, it was all he could do to not moan in pleasure and keep his legs from shaking. “W-We’ll just… have what he had!” Mel said, nodding to Fruit.

“Okay so two orders of bites, minis, and a large roll?” The lady asked in confirmation.

“Extra creamy too if you could, please.” Kuro added, pressing hard on Mel’s clit and grinding into his rear. Mel bit his lip, eyes wide and ears shooting straight up as he nodded.

“Perfect! That’ll be $52.96.” She said expectantly. Mel was suddenly distracted from the pleasures and thrills at the price, when the hell did junk food get so expensive!?

Mel opened his bag and located his wallet, pulling out his card, trying to ignore Kuro rubbing his pleasure button as he did so. The cashier rang him up and handed him back his card, and held out a to-go bag of their order. Mel took his card and shivered as he felt Kuro reach lower, running a finger along his wet slit before pulling out completely. His other hand took the bag of food, using the moment to really press against Mel.

“I’ll get that one, thanks!” he said, taking the food and heading off after Fruit, using the large bag of food to hide his tent. Mel had a sense of flustered frustration at the sudden absence of his fingers. He was glad his duffle bag was still held in front of him as the skirt had gotten pulled up a bit as Kuro pulled his hand out of the elastic band. He used a hand to adjust the skirt back down as he walked.

As he caught up, Kuro made eye contact then stuck a visibly wet finger in his mouth, sucking and licking the digit clean. “Damn Mel, you are kinky as fuck.” He complimented.

“Uh, thanks? It just sort of happened.” Mel said as they made their way back to Fruit’s car. 

“Don’t lie, you seem to have loved it.” Kuro said, lightly punching Mel on the shoulder. “Probably more than I did.”

“What do you mean?” Mel asked as the crowds thinned. 

“You were dripping onto the floor, I stepped in some by accident. You made a slipping hazard!” Kuro said with a laugh.

“The fuck are you two going on about? Were you up to some shenanigans behind my back?” Fruit asked, turning to face the two with an accusatory glare, a pretzel bite speared on one of his long claws.

“No-” Mel started before he was cut off by Kuro.

“Mel let me finger him in line.” He said with a stupid grin.

Fruit cringed, “Oy vey! Really?! Right out in public? You couldn't wait till you were in the car or something?”

“Well he loved it.” Kuro stated motioning to Mel. Mel blushed, looking away.

“Typical. So what, are you two dating now?” Fruit asked, eating the pretzel off his claw.

Mel shrugged, “I don't know… Just having fun?”

“Yeah fuck buddies!” Kuro declared, wrapping an arm around Mel’s shoulders.

Fruit sighed, “Whatever… Christ, Mel you need to sit on like three towels, I can see your wet thighs from here.” He said, going to the back of his car and digging around for a moment. As he did he inadvertently displayed his clothed ass for them to see.

“Damn Fruit, you can bounce a quarter off that thing!” Kuro quipped.

Fruit sighed, “Really? Right in front of my 72 Wagon?” Mel had a good chuckle at the old internet reference as he backed out of the car. Fruit then went about covering the back seat in several layers of towels. “Get in, we're losing daylight. Just… don't stain my interior or I'm going to leave you for dead out in the desert.”

They both nodded and got into their appropriate seats. The towels worked their magic in protecting the seat from Mel’s growing excitement but made buckling up difficult. Fruit didn't wait and simply started driving, maneuvering around the other cars in the parking lot to get onto the main road. Thankfully he wasn’t driving like a crackhead, yet, and they were able to buckle up in time.

Fruit pulled onto the road and started making for the interstate, one hand on the wheel as the other went between shifting the stick and going into the food boxes and pulling back with sugary goodness. As a precaution, he also rolled up some of the windows. It wouldn't do to blast his interior with cinnamon and icing should the wind catch the food containers. Kuro opened their to-go bag as well and divided out their own food, the smell was intoxicating. Mel opened his styrofoam container and beheld a large bun drenched in icing. 

“Hey look, it's my ass when you’re done with it!” Mel quipped, showing off the gooey mess.

Kuro laughed, “Hey now, be careful what you wish for!”

“What, are you saying you got that much in you?” Mel responded, casting doubt over Kuro’s words.

“Wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy?” he responded. Mel turned in his seat and lashed out with his leg, kicking in the thigh. Kuro responded in kind, kicking towards Mel as they both tried to keep a handle on their food.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Fruit yelled back at them through the mirror. “I’ll turn this thing around and neither of you will make it to the con!”

“Sorry!” Mel said, pulling his leg back.

“Yeah sorry man.” Kuro said, doing the same.

They sat there in silence, eating their snacks for a few minutes as they looked at eachother. Well, Kuro was certainly looking at something. Mel followed his gaze to his crotch, where the skirt had hiked up completely and he was on full display. He froze for a moment, but then relaxed. No point trying to hide it anymore. He used a free hand and unclipped the skirt, pulling it off completely and sitting there, completely bottomless now. His face burned with a mixture of both shame and embarrassment, but reasoned there was no need to be shy anymore after what they just did in the mall.

Kuro smiled, following suit as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, his cock bouncing free as he kicked the pants away. They shared a smile and continued eating their food in relative silence, Mel staring at his blue cock as it bounced along with the motions of the car, and Kuro staring at Mel’s pussy as it leaked ever more into the towels.

“So,” Mel started, breaking the silence, “Like what you see?”

Kuro chuckled, “Fuck yeah man.”

“Nice.” Mel said, unsure how to follow up with that line of questioning. “Oh right, how was it?” he asked suddenly.

“How was what?” Kuro responded with a blank look on his face, a dollop of icing stuck on his lips.

Mel rolled his eyes, “You know, feeling me up, then tasting me at the end there.”

“Oh!” Kuro exclaimed, eyes lighting up, “Man, that was so fucking hot, I almost creamed in my pants! And you tasted a bit bitter but that's how everyone tastes.” He explained, licking the icing off his lips.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.” Mel nodded in agreement, he has tasted his own juices during his many pleasure sessions. Thinking of pleasure, he began extending his leg again. However instead of kicking at Kuro, Mel placed his paw on his thigh.

Kuro looked a bit surprised for a moment, but adjusted accordingly. He moved his own paw towards Mel, going under his leg until his paw pads met Mel’s pussy. Mel sighed and started grinding on Kuro's toe beans, while using his own to stroke Kuro’s cock. They were both still eating, but did their best to coordinate and pleasure each other. His dick was firm, yet yielding to Mel’s paw, slipping between his toe beans rather easily as he played with it.

Mel licked his fingers clean and put the leftovers aside, keeping it in the plastic bag for later. He then gripped Kuro’s paw as he leaned back slightly, getting a better angle to really grind on his pads. The soft yet firm flesh pressed into his folds, his juices acting as lubricant to allow a smooth and pleasurable experience while also being careful of his dull claws.

As Mel moaned in pleasure, humping Kuro’s paw pad, Kuro also let out his own cute moans. Mel’s paw was stroking his cock between his toes, beads of pre leaked out and soaked into the fur and helped lube up his cock.

“F-fuck Mel, you really are kinky!” Kuro exclaimed, grabbing his paw and thrusting his hips, his cock slipping between Mel’s toe beans.

Mel smiled and chuckled between pleased moans, “I just… read a lot of porn…” He managed out, gyrating his hips and grinding his clit against his paw pads. “F-fuck, I need more…” Mel said, a hint of frustration entering his voice. He reached back behind the seat to the remnants of his destroyed backpack and quickly found what he was looking for. He pulled back, his dildo in hand. He moved Kuro’s paw aside, presenting his soaked pussy as he used his tongue to lubricate his dildo. He cast a glance towards Kuro, and seeing he was watching closely Mel made a show of slipping the entire dildo into his mouth with ease, pumping it back and forth to lubricate it thoroughly before popping it out.

Kuro watched in fascination, gripping Mel’s paw harder as he continued to use it to pleasure himself. Mel lowered the dildo to his pussy, teasing his opening with the tip for a moment before pressing it into his folds. He sighed in pleasure as the dildo filled his needy pussy, taking the length all the way to the base. “Fuck that’s better…” He sighed in pleasure, gripping Kuro’s foot paw and resumed grinding against it, the dildo getting pushed deeper inside and at various angles as he thrust his hips against Kuro’s paw..

“F-fuck that’s hot…!” Kuro said, his cock twitching more and more steadily as pre leaked out of the tip. “Fuck man, I’m about to blow!”

“Use a towel!” Fruit yelled from the front. Mel looked towards him and saw Fruit also had his pants open, his lime green cock out on display and being idly masturbated by a free hand. Mel though had a better idea. He pushed Kuro’s paw out of the way and spun back to face forward, being mindful to keep holding the dildo inside as he changed positions. He leaned sideways until he was laying on the back seat, his head coming to rest on Kuro’s lap, whose cock towered over his eyes.

“Shit bro you serious?” Kuro asked, a bead of pre landing on Mel’s cheek.

“Gotta keep the car clean…” Mel muttered, mesmerized by his cock and the scent coming off of it. He stuck out his tongue and ran it along the length, getting a good taste of his pre. He continued lapping up the fluids but was having difficulty keeping his balance, twisted in such a way to remain in the seat belt, keeping the dildo inside, and licking his first cock.

Kuro saw his struggle and reached over, moving Mel’s hand aside and took over the dildo responsibility. It was rather slippery, but he soon managed a good grip and started thrusting it in and out of Mel’s pussy. Mel gasped and moaned in pleasure, it was so different and so good when someone else worked the dildo. 

With both hands free, Mel was able to prop himself up and grasp the base of Kuro’s cock. He gave the tip one last lick before wrapping his lips around the head, slowly working his mouth around it. As Mel slid down Kuro’s cock, he used his long tongue to lick and wrap all around the dick with previously hidden dexterity, the practice on his dildos paying off. He kept going, and before long his nose bumped against Kuro’s knot as he bottomed out. The tip of Kuro’s cock tickled the back of Mel’s throat but he paid it no mind, instead sucking hard as he slowly pulled off, his tongue still licking and pressing all over his shaft.

Kuro didn't last long, being edged and blue-balled the entire day, he couldn't even get the word out before his shaft throbbed hard inside Mel’s mouth. The first shot took Mel by surprise; he started to pull back, but Kuro’s firm hand pressed against the back of his head, forcing him back down. His cock throbbed again, more cum joining the first and rapidly filling any leftover capacity in his mouth. Mel swallowed, the thick sticky cum clung to his throat in unfamiliar ways, the taste flooding his senses as he kept working his tongue, throat working overtime to keep swallowing each shot as it kept pumping out.

Kuro kept one hand on the back of Mel’s head, the other worked even faster as it slammed the dildo in and out of Mel’s soaked pussy. Mel grunted, his body shaking as he came as well. Kuro shoved the dildo in as far as he could, using his hand to block the spray of pussy juices while using his thumb to keep rubbing Mel’s clit. His body convulsed with pleasure, his pussy clamping down on the dildo and trying to milk it for everything it had, while his mouth and stomach were filling with more and more cum, making his orgasm even stronger in an endless cycle.

Kuro’s dick slowed its pulsing as less and less cum was shot into Mel’s mouth, his tongue eagerly lapping it up and swallowing it all, almost begging for more. Mel’s pussy kept contracting, the throes of his orgasm lasting several minutes, during which time Kuro kept the dildo buried deep inside as he thumbed his clit. Mel moaned around his cock, feeling it soften in his mouth as he kept grinding against Kuro’s hand.

Mel tried to make it last, but Kuro winced in pain from the post-orgasm sensitivity and pulled Mel off his dick. Mel looked up at him, mouth wide open with strings of cum all over inside his maw. “Sorry, sensitive.” he explained. Mel rested his head on Kuro’s lap as he continued to ride out the ebb and flow of pleasure from his own orgasm, watching as the blue flesh of Kuro’s cock slowly vanished into his white fuzzy sheath, his balls certainly looking drained.

Mel licked his lips and kept swallowing, trying to get the sticky cum down his gullet, “Fuck… that was so hot, and so good…” he said, pulling Kuro’s hand away from his nethers as well once they started getting too sensitive.

They both sat and lay like that on the seat for a moment, basking in the afterglow as they caught their breath. Mel felt the dildo slowly sliding out of him before it popped free and landed on the towels, his pussy gaping and flowing freely with his juices in post orgasmic bliss. Mel’s entire bottom and thighs were soaked, and the towels had done well to absorb it all but would need changing soon.

“God damn, never thought you’d take your first load like that.“ Kuro said, still catching his breath. “You good man?”

Mel nodded, “Fuck yeah, that was amazing.”

“Fuck, I’ll say.” Fruit said from the driver’s seat, “About to blow myself. Don't suppose you want to pass me a towel back there?”

Mel shrugged and smiled, going out on a limb, “I could use my mouth to keep it from spilling if ya want that.”

“Nope! No thank you. I’m still asexual.” Fruit exclaimed. “Just give me the towel.”

“Aight, thought I’d offer was all. Here ya go.” Mel replied, a little crestfallen but shrugged it off, that must be just how Fruit is. Mel didn't quite understand how someone could both be horny and masturbating but still not want sex, but if that was how Fruit was then he wasn't going to press it.

Mel sat back up, reaching behind the seat for one of the few remaining towels and leaned forward to pass it to Fruit. As he leaned forward Kuro took the opportunity to move the soaked towels aside and replace them with the last of the spares. After Mel sat down he used the fresh towels to dry his ass and thighs, dabbing carefully at his soaked folds as well to clean himself up.

Kuro then picked up the dildo, the sheen of his juices still present and some threatening to drip free. He stuck out his tongue and started cleaning the dildo, running his tongue all over the length and even sticking it fully into his own mouth, sucking it clean. He pulled it out and dried it off as well before returning it to Mel’s pile of clothes.

The car started to drift toward the side of the road slightly as Fruit came. While he didn't cum as much as Kuro, it was still a respectable amount. From where Mel was sitting he could see Fruit’s cock slowly returning to his sheath as Fruit tossed the towel to the passenger side floor.

“Right, sorry. I meant to ask earlier.” Mel started, "Online you had mentioned a few times before that you were ace, but what’s that mean exactly for you?” He asked, “I’m not all that familiar with all the terms and I don't want to assume something like that again.”

“Nah it’s alright man. For me it’s like, I’m fine being around sex, and even enjoy some aspects of it like jerking off, but I'm just not into it for myself.” Fruit explained. “You two can do whatever, I’ll be happy just watching and being here. You know?”

“Pretty sure that’s just straight up voyeurism.” Kuro remarked.

“Alright, fair enough.” Mel nodded, “Oh, does anyone have some water or something?” he asked, the cum still sticking to his throat.

“Yeah, should be a cooler buried back there, got a bunch of water, sodas and beers.” Fruit said as he used one hand to zip his pants back up.

Mel decided to simply remain bottomless, leaning over to the back and found the cooler easily enough and grabbed a rootbeer. “Want anything Kuro?”

“I’ll have a rootbeer as well.” Kuro replied before giving Mel’s ass a playful slap.

“Ow, easy, still sensitive back there.” Mel complained as he fished out another rootbeer. The ice was still solid and hasn't melted much yet, saving his hand from getting too soaked. He closed up the lid and sat back down, tossing the other to Kuro. Mel took a moment to press the cold can against his pussy, the cold temperature was harsh but welcoming as it further cooled the heat that had been building in him all day.

“Damn that’s hot. I just came Mel, stop making me hard all the time.” Kuro complained, the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath again.

“Sounds like a skill issue.” Mel countered before popping the tab. He took it to his lips and had a few large gulps, the cool, fizzy drink working wonders to wash down the last of the cum. He let out a satisfied sigh and returned to pressing it against his crotch.

“You two still being lewd back there?” Fruit called from the front, looking back at them through the mirror.

“Just a tad.” Kuro said as he drank some of his rootbeer as well.

“Well we’re just hitting the interstate, it’ll be about another two hours before we reach the camping spot.” Fruit explained as he pulled the car onto the onramp. “Also my car smells like sex now. Thanks guys.” He said, rolling all the windows down as they picked up speed.

The wind from all the windows open was brutal, Mel’s fur and hair was being whipped every which way and he had to squint against the assault. Certainly not his preferred method of travel. He looked down between his legs and placed one of his paws on the leftovers, the plastic bag whipping around and threatening to take to the air.

Kuro wasn’t faring much better, all conversations stopped as nothing could be heard over the wind and roar of the engine. Fruit appeared to be in his element, passing car after car as they sped down the interstate. Mel Idly wondered just how fast they were going but decided against distracting their driver.

Knowing they had about an hour or two of this, Mel pulled up his new duffle bag and opened it up. The next hour passed without much of note, Fruit rolled up the windows after a bit so Mel could re-pack his things into the new duffle bag, Kuro passed the time reading on his phone, and Fruit turned on the radio to a low volume, jamming out to some old rock music.

Mel eventually found himself spacing out, staring out at the passing landscape. Without conscious thought, visions of the Running Man danced in his mind. Its form humanoid and shadowy, without any real defining features other than a long tail trailing behind it as it ran alongside the car, flipping and bouncing over various obstacles.

His thought process was interrupted when a second shadowy figure joined the first, and Mel watched helplessly as his first running man was tripped and eaten by a cow. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration and had his running man catch up to the intruder. With no hint of subtlety he had his imaginary man punch the other one in the face, knocking it to the ground to be run over by a car.

“That was weird!” Kuro said over the wind. “I swear my running man was just punched in the face!”

Mel turned to look at him in frustration, “So that was your running man that tripped mine!?” he accused, twisting in his seat to kick at Kuro. Kuro responded in kind, kicking back against Mel’s assault with a grin. 

“Hey!” Fruit yelled, ”Where did this come from?! One second both of you were fine now there is a brawl in the back of my car. What did you guys do?” The confusion evident in his tone.

“He started it!” Mel yelled as Kuro’s foot paw pressed against his face.

“He kicked me first!” Kuro rebutted, Mel’s footpaw in his face as they pressed against each other.

“Well I’m ending it! Sit down and keep your hands to yourself!” Fruit demanded as he re-focussed on the road.

Mel huffed, but smiled as he licked Kuro’s foot, tasting his dried juices from earlier. He scrunched up his face in disgust as other tastes were mixed in. Kuro laughed and pulled his foot away. “Blaeh!” Mel stuck out his tongue and wiped it on a towel… which tasted of old cum. 

“Damnit.” He sighed and retrieved the leftover food from the mall. Inside the bag were some napkins and he used them to wipe his tongue clean. “We really need to clean these towels, I think we soiled every single one.”

“Seriously? I have like, ten packed away!” Fruit exclaimed. “Well, whatever. We probably won't need them for the camp tonight at least. Once we hit the hotel in Vegas tomorrow we can get them cleaned up.”

“Alright then.” Mel popped open the to-go box and beheld his cinnamon roll, and as Kuro playfully said to the cashier they basically destroyed it in frosting. Luckily they were kind enough to include a plastic fork. Mel passed the remaining time until the camp site unceremoniously chowing down on cinnamon and icing goodness. 

“Hey Kuro, look! It’s me!” He stuffed his mouth with icing and turned towards Kuro, opening his mouth to show his maw covered in white icing.

“Gonna be you again once we make camp.” Kuro countered with a laugh, cupping his ballsack for emphasis.

Mel swallowed it down, “Don’t threaten me with a good time!” he laughed, eyeing his sheath once more, the tip of his cock poking out already. “So like, you’re ready to go again? I heard most guys can only cum like once or twice a day.”

Kuro scoffed, “I can cum like five times a day easily, it's around seven or eight times when I start getting sore then I have to take it easy for a few days.” He turned to look at Mel, eyes flicking down to his pussy, “How about you?”

Mel shrugged, “Kinda hard to count, cuz sometimes if it's a really good orgasm it sorta gets refreshed so I'm not sure. Taking each one separately I think my record is about ten, but I can sustain it for almost ten minutes sometimes.”

Kuro smirked, “No way, you’re totally lying!”

Mel shook his head, “No man, for real, I think I came like two or three times just during your BJ.”

“Huh.” Kuro pondered, “Want to aim for a new record once we set up camp?”

Mel grinned, “Want to feel that knot in my pussy?”

“No getting pregnant in my car!” Fruit said sharply, “Or the tent for that matter. I don't want to wake up covered in a certain white substance that is going to be really annoying to get out of my fur.” 

“The only one you could blame if that happens is Kuro and yourself!” Mel grinned as he leaned over, placing a hand on Kuro’s sheath and rubbing it gently. Kuro moaned softly, biting his lip. “It’s fine though, I had pregnancy testing not too long ago and because of some weird biology thing I can't get pregnant without a doctor’s intervention, but my body will still produce eggs. Almost like a chicken.”

Kuro leaned into Mel, his fingers tracing his inner thigh before planting themselves on his pussy, rubbing his clit in a circular pattern. “Damn, that’s kinda messed up. So like, what, are they basically a miscarry?”

Mel shrugged, putting on a strong front but slightly saddened by the thought of it, “Pretty much. Just a fact of my biology unfortunately. Like, if I do end up laying eggs, what would I even do?” The car fell silent for a moment before Mel shook his head, “Regardless, they won't be viable and that shouldnt get in the way of having some fun. Yeah?” He asked, resuming his strokes of Kuro’s warm cock, prompting Kuro to resume his finger motions.

The car suddenly pulled to one side as they exited the freeway, slowing down to turn onto a dirt road. “Alright guys were basically here. Are you going to help set up camp or will you be tied at the hip?” Fruit asked as he followed a dirt trail.

Mel and Kuro shared a look, “I’ll help, but I don’t make any promises.” Mel said, stroking Kuro’s blue cock as it fully hardened.

Fruit shook his head, “If you don't help you’re both only eating canned beans and I get to eat the steaks.”

“You brought steaks!?” They both exclaimed, Kuro’s cock twitched hard in Mel’s hand soaking it in pre.

“Yes I did, don’t get your…” He paused, looking between the two in the rear view mirror, “Whatevers, in a twist.” He finished, pulling the car to a stop in a large clearing.

Mel released Kuro and unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car in short order. To his dismay and the jeers of the others, the towel Mel was sitting on had come with, stuck fast to his butt by the fresh fluids.

“Gah, damnit!” He exclaimed, peeling it off of his fur. “I need a fucking bath…” He muttered as it pulled away, his fur matted and still moist. He balled up the towel and tossed it onto the floor of the back seat and started looking around at where they stopped.

To his left, endless flat dirt with patches of shrubbery and the occasional bush. To his right, even more so. And before him, the same with a skyline broken by some plateaus.

“Fruit.” He said, causing Fruit to look over to Mel. “Where can I wash up?”

Fruit shrugged, “No idea, maybe wet a towel with some water and wash up that way?”

Kuro was looking around as well, “You know, when you mentioned camping, I thought it was going to be in one of the national parks scattered around. Not… this.” He said, gesturing vaguely at the nothing surrounding them.

“I told you both we’d be camping midway.” Fruit said with slight annoyance, “What did you expect?”

“I thought we'd be by a river or a lake, with like, trees and a bit of privacy from the road and stuff, like in those nature shows and camping catalogs.” Mel said, slightly dejected.

Fruit looked at them both, blinking slowly at their stupidity. “Guys its the fucking Nevada Desert! The only thing here that isn't rock is area 51. You wanna try and storm it for better scenery?” He asked, pointing out the obvious.

“I've never made this drive, I had no idea what to expect!” Mel said in defense.

“I've always flown whenever I needed to go out of state.” Kuro said with a shrug.

Fruit sighed and looked towards the setting sun, “Alright, fuck it. We are only two hours out and we can check into the hotel a day early or bunk with our other friends who are already there.” He compromised, tossing a bottle of water to Mel, “Clean up, once you're ready we're heading out.”

Both Mel and Kuro took the opportunity to wash themselves, Mel worked the sticky fluids from his crotch and ass while Kuro cleaned up his sheath and balls. Having used all their towels Mel grabbed his old torn backpack and finished ripping it into two pieces, then set it on their respective seats. It probably wasn't going to feel great but it was that or face Fruit’s wrath.

Before long they were back on the road. Mel let out a large yawn, prompting Kuro to do the same. Napping sitting up wasn't something Mel was interested in, however, and simply flopped over, using Kuro as a headrest.

“Wake me up when we get there.” He said, closing his eyes and letting Kuro’s sent flood into his dreams. And what dreams they were. He dreamt of feelings and obtuse emotions, though one thing was clear, he was feeling the pleasure of being fingered while his mouth was stuffed, just like earlier in the day. The dream was so pleasant, he awoke mid orgasm, only to find the sensations of his dream was not mere memory if the very real cock in his mouth was anything to attest to. He opened his eyes and looked up to Kuro, only to see his head cocked to the side, mouth open and drooling as he snored, a stupid expression on his face as he no doubt dreamed lewd dreams. 

Mel sat up, pulling himself off of Kuro’s cock and licking his lips, only tasting pre. He felt between his own legs, his pussy wet but thankfully his climax wasn't strong enough to spray his fluids all over the car. It was now dark and he could barely see a thing as he looked at Fruit, still driving diligently and seeming to not have noticed that Mel was now awake.

Mel was still tired, but wanted to cuddle. Carefully he unlatched both his and Kuro’s seatbelts, and pulled Kuro down over top of him. Kuro snorted awake, looking around to see he was on top of Mel. Mel put his fingers to Kuro’s lips, indicating silence. Kuro nodded, complying as they both adjusted to laying on their sides, facing each other, Mel had his back to the backrest while Kuro teetered on the edge of falling off the seat entirely. Thankfully Mel was small enough that there was just enough room.

Mel passed Kuro part of the seatbelt and together they managed to strap themselves into the seat. Mel then pressed himself against Kuro, snuggling into his chest and kneading his fur with his fingers. Kuro wrapped his arms around Mel, holding him close as he shifted slightly. Mel giggled as he felt Kuro’s cock slowly growing between his thighs, having gone soft in the moments of confusion and adjusting.

Mel tilted his head, looking into where he presumed Kuro’s eyes were and shifted his hips, feeling Kuro’s length slip higher, the tip just teasing Mel’s folds. Using his muzzle, Mel navigated and nuzzled Kuro’s face, sticking out his tongue and playing with Kuro’s lips. He opened them slightly, Mel taking the invitation and pressed his lips against Kuro’s, kissing him deeply.

As he did, Mel shifted his hips again and Kuro’s large cock pressed, then slipped slightly into his opening. Mel gasped into the kiss as his virginity was taken. Kuro lightly pumped his hips, his growing cock pressing deeper and deeper into Mel, their hands wandering over each other's bodies and trailing lightly through their fur.

Mel moaned into the kiss, his entire body tingling as he was stretched around Kuro’s dick, reaching and pleasing multiple points within him all at once. He's never felt so full before, and he craved more. Kuro must have been thinking the same as he suddenly pushed into Mel with a firm thrust, only stopping at the knot.

Mel broke the kiss to gasp out in pleasure mixed with a slight pain. He whimpered and clutched at Kuro’s chest, his breath shaky. The pain was quick to subside and was replaced by the pleasure of being so filled. The movements of the car as they traveled seemed to be radiating directly into his pussy, Mel could feel each sway and every slight bump they hit as their bodies shifted and grinded with the motions.

With a final shuddering breath and a hip adjustment, Mel tapped Kuro, signaling he was ready. Kuro brought him into another kiss as he started thrusting, slow at first, pulling out about halfway before pressing back firmly. Kuro’s knot pressed hard against Mel’s entrance, but could go no further. He pulled back again, then pressed forward in a repeating motion. Mel whimpered and moaned from the pleasure of being filled completely, the feeling of the knot pressing against him driving him closer to another orgasm.

Mel’s toebeans splayed and flexed in pleasure, kneading the air as Kuro fucked him. His hands grasped Kuro tightly as his mind was flooded with pleasure. Kuro’s tongue and hot breath were all over his face and mouth as they made out messily. Mel felt him slowly picking up the pace, grunting along with Mel’s moaning as he rocked back and forth, slamming Kuro’s knot against his pussy over and over, each time Mel could feel that wet knot start to press ever so slightly deeper.

“SHIT!” Fruit suddenly exclaimed, slamming on the brakes and swerving the car, a moment later a large bump shoved both of them against the seatbelts. “God damn potholes.” Fruit muttered, picking up speed once more.

As they hit the bump however, Mel yelled out as Kuro moaned in pleasure, his knot suddenly forced fully into Mel’s pussy as his dick slammed against his cervix. He felt Kuro’s knot continue to expand inside him, locking them together. Mel could only whimper in pain from the sudden penetration and mass expansion, his claws digging into Kuro’s shoulders as Mel shuddered, a sudden orgasm rocking through his body.

Kuro gripped Mel tiger as well, his own body shaking as Mel felt his cock expand even more, then start pulsing inside his quivering pussy. Mel moaned once more, the pain giving way to orgasmic bliss, his entire body rocked with contractions as his pussy milked his first dick for everything it had. The warmth flooding through him, into him, only added to his pleasure. Kuro’s thick knot did what knots do best, not a drop was spilled onto Fruit’s seats as Kuro continued to pump his seed, filling Mel’s womb to capacity and beyond.

Mel continued to grind his hips against Kuro, doing his best to prolong the pleasure for them both, one hand slipped between them and Mel swore he could feel his stomach distend slightly from all of the cum, and as they hit another bump, he could feel the cum sloshing around inside of him as well.

All too soon, and in spite of their best efforts, their orgasms subsided to a simple ebb of bliss, still tied together they tried not to move too much as they were both rather sensitive and raw once more.

Mel closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure, doing his best to wrap his arms around Kuro in a hug, before once again slipping into dreams of endless bliss and being filled over and over again.

“Hey, wake up, we're here.” Mel opened his eyes to see Fruit looking back at them between the front seats. “You guys are lucky I wasn't pulled over, pretty sure laying down in the back seat like that is illegal.”

Mel blinked, noticing it was brighter than when they were on the interstate, a number of street lights illuminated them and the noises of a busy city greeted his ears. “How long was I out..?” he asked.

Fruit shrugged, “Probably about an hour, when I noticed you were both lying down suddenly. But come on, we're at the hotel and the furs are waiting.” He said, undoing his own seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

Mel tried to move, but soon realized he was still tied to Kuro, who remained fast asleep and pulled Mel back against him. The side door opened and Fruit threw something at Mel, covering his face. Mel fought it off, managing to pull it away to see it was Fruit’s pants. Mel looked over to the door to see Fruit standing there, bottomless now just as they were.

“What? Why are you naked?” Mel asked in confusion.

“Why are you two still in the car, come on!” Fruit asked instead, lightly slapping Kuro’s face. 

As Fruit worked to wake Kuro, Mel caught glimpses of other people walking by, each one just as if not more naked than them. “...Why is everyone naked?” Mel asked as Kuro came around.

They both stared at Mel, Kuro breaking the silence as he blinked himself awake. “Because it's a FUR con, Mel.” He said, grinding his hips and knotted cock deeply into him. “What did you think it was?”

Mel moaned from the sudden pleasure, but tried to think through it, “I-I thought it was like, an anime convention? But for furs?”

Fruit sighed. “Mel. You’re part of a lewd discord group, who meet up regularly in VR to hang out naked and virtually fuck eachother, that same group who we’re meeting in real life at a convention. In the FUR. At FUR con.” Mel blinked slowly. “It’s a nudist convention Mel!” Fruit exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

Mel’s jaw dropped open, this was news to him. He looked out past Fruit and indeed, this looked like a nudist gathering. Fruit grew impatient with them and pulled them by the shoulders. Mel, being much lighter, was soon quite literally popped free of his position. He gasped and moaned, his body shuddering as Fruit stood him beside the car, another orgasm rocking his body as rivers of cum ran down his legs. He leaned on the car for support as he was rocked by the sudden pleasure and release, his gaping pussy clenching in the open air as cum pooled into a puddle at his feet.

“God damn Mel, you started without us?” Mel looked up to see a number of familiar faces, the one speaking was a large feline, with equally large breasts barely contained under a tube top and an impressive cock standing proudly at Mel’s lewd display. Behind her were the others he’s often spoken to, recognising them from their shared pictures or VR avatars. As he looked at each of their bewildered and amazed faces, he knew this was going to be the best con he's ever attended.