Not So Innocent

	I took a deep breath and walked out of the public bathroom, into the bright sunlight of the city park, shrugging to resettle the pink Hello Kitty back pack on my shoulder. The breeze felt good and it was a refreshing change to the dank chemical and urine smell of the restrooms. I wasn't thinking about any of that though. I was more concerned with the various heads turning to look at me. You see, I had come here for a reason, and today was a special occasion.   
	Against my better judgment, I had let my desire get the better of me. Just recently, I ordered a cute little outfit online, a school uniform that I hoped would look brilliant on me, but it was a tad tighter than I had anticipated. It is difficult to shop for girls clothing sometimes, especially when you are accustomed to buying clothes for a plus sized boy.   
	The skirt ran just above my knees, showing off my black fur until the gray tube socks covered up my legs further down, just inches below my knees. They felt good, snug, new. All the things that made new socks so enjoyable. The top of the outfit, however, was a little less greedy. It was supposed to cover me, but due to my poor planning, it covered much less of me. The coat was a slate gray color, like the skirt, and every time I moved it dragged nearly halfway up my belly, pulling with it the fine cotton and polyester undershirt, complete with silver buttons and dim red tie. It had cost a lot to ship it here, and I was eager to use it.  
	I must have looked ashamed as I made my way out into view, because several of the park gore’s stared and started to snicker. I suppose I should have expected it, though. It was probably rare to see a chubby panda boy walking around in an ill-fitting girls uniform. Oh, what am I saying. This is why I came. I know it sounds pathetic - and maybe I am! - but as the younger men jeered and pointed, and the women snickered, I started to pop a stiffy in my barely hidden white cotton panties. I guess if it wasn't for my tummy and the constrictive material underneath, it would have been impossible to hide it.   
	I held my large slurpee close and lowered my head, my round black ears dropping a little as if I were trying to duck underneath the jokes and insults that were being tossed in my direction. A gaggle of young guys strolled by me as I made my way down the paved pathway, doing a double take. I could see from my peripheral as they turned, doing a double-take just to be sure they were seeing what I was seeing. It's true, I remember thinking to myself, I'm a cross-dressing fatty. Even in my own mind there was a hint of shame, but that only seemed to make it better.  
	One of the boys must have got some bright ideas because the next thing I realized, my bag was being violently pulled. Surprised, and a little afraid I stopped suddenly, almost tripping. The last thing I wanted was for my bag to rip. I liked it more than my uniform. Silly, I know. I turned, and tried to look at the stranger, but nerves and shame made it difficult to meet his gaze. This only seemed to fuel them. One of his friends came up beside him.   
	"Jeez, look at this fat ass. It's bad enough you're waddling around in public. Why would you draw attention to yourself like this?" It was a condescending tone, one dripping of false sincerity. His profanity gave him away, but I'm sure he had no intention of in-sighting a false sense of security in me. He was just being a jerk. But I honestly couldn't blame him for saying it. It was true, and I had to laugh a little inside. The answer was tucked away in the softest fabric to ever touch my hardness.   
	I didn't answer him, only stared down at his shirt. His body was slender beneath a smooth coat. Perhaps he had been a track runner in high school, or a basketball player, 'cause he had the build of someone who did a lot of cardio. His thick gray fur bushed out around the collar of his black Yiff Pistols shirt, from the neckline and arms eye of the shirt. There was a small stud in his lip. He was hot.  
	His friend reached over, smirking deviously, and slapped the slushee out of my hand. The blue liquid and ice spilled out, splattering my new shoes and socks, and soaking the pavement. I yelped, startled and whimpered a little. A dollar-fifty well spent. "Oops, my hand slipped. Not like you need it anyway," the cat said with a laugh. Their friends behind them, waiting, snickered at the sight of me.  
	"You're such an asshole, Tim," one of them laughed.  
	"Hey, let's get going," another one called.   
	"Yeah, yeah." The wolf turned back to me briefly and scoffed a little. "Later fat boy."  
	I was rock hard. I watched him go, shoulders slumped, watched his tail swish side to side. He was pleased with himself, I could tell, and I imagined him - all of them - tearing into me like animals, right there on the pavement, without restraint or kindness. I bit my lip, aching a little inside to see them go. Sullenly, I bent over to pick up the empty plastic cup, to toss it in the garbage, when a voice came from behind me.   
	"Hope those guys didn't give you too much trouble," someone purred. I spun around and looked up. They were taller than me, older than the guys that had just left. There were two of them and I could tell just by looking at them that I had scored.   
	"N-no... I'm okay," I mustered softly.   
	One of them was a bunny, and I could tell right away he was a douchebag. He was cute, sure, all bunnies were cute to some extent. He had those buck teeth and one of his ears flopped casually to the side as if he couldn't be bothered to hold them both up. And he had one of those beaded hemp necklaces that you would see on a surfer or something like that. He wore a brown and beige plaid shirt, open to show the low-cut white tank top underneath. The colors matched him perfectly, beige and white. A fluffy tuft of fur poked out above the neckline of his tank top. He was more muscled than the whole, more toned anyway, and his shorter fur made it easier to see the outline of his abs. He had a swish about him, like he was completely full of himself. A douchebag.  
	I don't know how, but the douche had a friend with him. A big white polar bear. He was less exaggerated, a simple pair of khaki shorts and a solid blue T-shirt that hugged his big tummy tightly. He had a good-natured smile that made me want to smile back, but it was even harder not to lick my lips at the sight of them. Both of them seemed comfortable around each other, the way only special friends were. I had seen it before. If they were nailing each other in the back room of a bar on weekends, then they were nailing someone together. Hopefully that someone would be me, today, right here.   
	"I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of, buddy. You look just fine to me," the polar bear rumbled. The douchebag liked the hunt, even if his pray was already backed up into a corner. While the bear was made no effort to hide his wandering eyes, the bunny seemed to enjoy playing it off like he was just a friendly stranger with no interest in ravishing my body. I knew better. Douchebags always think they have the upper hand on everyone, like they are the only one of their kind, but I'd seen it a thousand times. He wanted to fuck me.   
	"They knocked my drink... out of my paws," I said softly, looking at the empty cup. I liked this game. It was fun.  
	"That's okay, we'll get you a new drink." The bear said. The douche stopped close in front of me, and the bear worked around to my side. I think he was checking out my butt. I pretended I didn't notice, but I could see him lean over just fine.  
	"You shoulda known someone would say something to you," the bunny cooed at me. "Not everyone can appreciate a cute panda like you showing off a tummy like that."  
	"Oh, I - I didn't mean for it... It was the wrong size. I... don't know why I wore it..." It was mostly true, anyway.   
	The bear was getting impatient, apparently, because I suddenly felt a large paw rub down the small of my back, lewdly searching, finding its way to my black fluffy tail that poked out of its hole in my skirt. The paw cupped my rump, and finding something he liked, the polar bear squeezed. I pretended to be startled and pushed away from it, only to fall coyly into the grasp of bunny who smirked down at me with a devilish smile.  
	"I think it looks cute on you," he said, leering. His own paw drawing courage from the actions of his better, and went straight for my tummy. He was either a chubby-chaser, or he just really liked being around guys that made him look comparably more attractive. I wasn't sure how someone as hot as he would be into someone as... unattractive as me. But that seemed more common than you'd think.  
	"I think you're too innocent for your own good. What is your name, kid?" the bear asked suddenly, almost purring into my ear as he moved to sandwich me between himself and his friend. Casually, he took me by the arm and drew me off to the side of the path with the bunny guy in tow. There were three things I was taught not to do when I was a cub: Never talk to strangers, never take candy from strangers, and never get into a car with a stranger. I was willing to break every rule in the book to get these guys on top of me. So I went willingly, even if a little hesitantly. Their intentions dripped off of them liked a strong musk. Anyone with half a brain knew what they wanted. Funny thing was, they still didn't know I knew.  
	"So what's your name?" the bear asked again. He was insincere about it, but at least he wasn't being a jerk about it.  
	"Uhm.. We-wwell... It's Chester," I stammered, shuffling my feet a little after they had finally gotten me behind some semblance of cover. I guess anyone else might be relieved to find a secluded place to fuck, but I didn't care if they bore down on me in the middle of the sidewalk while everyone watched. I assumed everyone would, at that, as I did not intend to go down quietly.  
	The douchebag bunny started feeling me up more, testing the waters, I suppose. He wasn't discrete about it, but he kept his paws mostly above the waist. He squeezed my fatty belly and love-handles, rubbing them a bit. As he continued, he seemed to gain courage when I did not protest and started to shake me a little until my chest was bouncing a little. I bushed a little at the treatment, and even started to press closer as he muttered the words "fat ass" under his breath. I'm not really sure if he knew I heard him, but I started to grow pretty hard, getting off on the treatment.  
	"I'm Sisco," the polar bear said with that wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing voice, of his. As his paws wandered around my waist, searching for my cock as it lifted my skirt high, I could feel his own erection when he pressed closer to me. He might have known by now that I wanted this, but he was enjoying the act too much to let it go. I suspect if he just wanted to be done with it he might have simply thrown himself down on me and had his way. The thought, the imagery as it passed behind m filthy mind, left me craving more. Soon a wet patch formed in my panties, and seeped through the material of my skirt.   
	"I... Should we... be doing this here?"  
	The bunny shrugged, and I felt Sisco's own chubby belly rumble a little as he chuckled behind me. "What better place than this? You're just too cute to resist," the bunny murred as he started pulling my blouse open, and revealed my black and white torso. Large white paws lifted up my skirt, disappearing for only a moment before sliding down my legs. The panties came with them, slowly caressing my heavy thighs, knees, until they dropped around my ankles.   
	I gulped and found myself leaning into the bunny as he watched Sisco remove those tight fitting undies. A cool breeze brushed over my thick fur and left me panting. What else was I suppose to do? A shiver ran up my spin as he started playing with my bare ass, and the bunny let me lean on him. I looked up into his eyes. He did not meet mine, and I suspect that is because he did not have the slightest respect for me, and only cared about my body. That just seemed to spur me into it more.  
	"You'll be gentle, won't you?" I asked in my most innocent voice.  
	"Sure, whatever," the bunny smirked.   
	I turned just in time to see the big bear fish out his huge cock. It was black, and about as thick as my forearm. Now, I gulped out of nervousness, only second guessing for a moment. But as he rested it on my ass, feeling the warmth, and firmness of his prick, and especially the sticky pre that clung to my fur, I remembered that this was exactly what I wanted.   
	Just then, my heart pounding, I felt the bunny push down on my head. At first it was gentle, like a guiding hand, but as I resisted, so did his paw become more forceful, until I found my neck straining to hold up my head. I resisted just enough but soon went down on my knees. He had his pants unbuttoned in a moment, but I think he wanted me to pull it out myself. He gave me an expecting look and I obeyed, on my hands and knees.   
	Looking up at this asshole of a man, I pulled his cock out and let it brush my nose for a moment. I caught his scent. It was wonderful, masculine, and he was hard as hell, but only half the size of Sisco. My mouth watered and before I realized I wasn't teasing him anymore, I had it in my mouth sucking on all of it, worshiping it, gazing up at him as if he owned me. I didn't care if he approved, I knew he did. I wanted to see him avoid my gaze. He only watched his cock slide into my mouth, and the saliva slicken it as I pulled away. He only cared about getting head and I gave it to him as he treated me like a cheap hooker. Well... I was kind of giving it up for me so...  
	For a skinny jerk, he was really tasty. His precum began to make my spit thick, like lube and I took him all the way down into my throat. I wondered if he knew I had done this before, or if he was too wrapped up in himself to notice. His tip was starting to choke me a little as i push down and soon he was humping at my muzzle, gripping my hair, as he did.  
	Behind me, Sisco huffed impatiently. "Hey, don't hog him all to yourself," the bear grumbled.  
	"A-ahh... sorry. He's so good at this. Kinda got lost in the moment."  
	"Whatever, just free up some space for me would you?" Sisco slid in next to him, holding his massive cock in one large paw. It really put into perspective for me just how big he was. It wasn't just his cock that was big. Sisco was big in every way. He had large round tummy that hung over his junk, teasing me, but that cock was not shy and in way did it hide from side. It rode up his tummy, spreading pre on it, and on his paw which was large enough to wrap around its girth easily, as he pawed himself in front of my nose. "Open wide," he cooed at me, and I obeyed.   
	Barely getting a moment to breath he forced his dick into my mouth and down my throat. Assuming the bunny had already warmed me up enough, he didn't take his time. I felt a smile creep onto my lips as he throat fucked me in a way only a bear could. I was like a used asshole for him. I hadn't realized before then just how used to sucking cock I was until his prick was sliding so easily in and out. I heard myself moan but I was too busy worshiping this bears dick to be sure. He gripped my ears, and closed his eyes. Maybe he was fantasizing about someone else while I sucked him off. Wouldn't that be hot? Giving head to a stranger as he thought about his husband, or wife, or maybe some hot guy he knew from work. It could be the god damn Buddha for all I cared. What mattered was how he used me, how he fucked my mouth like it belonged to him without even the courtesy of praise, or simple eye contact.  
	When he pulled out suddenly I almost threw myself onto him. My mouth was open wide, tongue dripping pre and spit. It left me wanting more, and he knew it. He teased me with it, bring it close enough to smell but when I tried wrapping my lips around his hefty shaft he pulled it away and chuckled a little.   
	"Better spit on it. I didn't bring any lube with me, and this is definitely going to happen."  
	I looked up at both of them, with eyes carefully masked. Inside I was pleading with them to hurry up and do it, but outside I tried to look unsure and nervous. Sisco played along, but he didn't buy it. The bunny on the other hand seemed to think otherwise.   
	"Just relax," he said, petting me a little. "He won't be too rough."  
	I nodded a little and worked up some of the sticky saliva in my mouth, then spat on it as innocently as I could manage. How does one innocently spit on a stranger's cock? However I did it, I was generous, and as if I had done it a million times before, used my paw to lather his heavy dick in the copious fluid. I massage and squeezed him until pre started dripping from his tip again. When he had his fill, he pulled away and disappeared behind me.   
	I was about to turn my head to watch him when the bunny's cock pressed rudely against my cheek, forcing the fatty meat to pouch outward. I looked at him and he smirked a little. I sniffed him, and held back a murr of delight as I took in his scent.  
	"Do you like my cock, fatty?" The bunny almost purred. I nodded in response and buried my nose in the tuft of fur around his taught sheath. "Do you like it more than a hotdog? I bet you'd like it better with some ketchup on it, wouldn't you?" He grinded his cock against my nose pad and I licked up his length hard.  
	"I think he wanted this all along," Sisco growled low as he rubbed his shaft between my ass cheeks, smearing pre and spit all over me until the fur was clumpy and messy.   
	"Oh, yeah?" The bunny gripped my hair, just enough to lift my head, but not to hurt. "Does the slutty little piggy get off on this kind of thing? Letting a couple of guys fuck him?"  
	I forced his dick into my mouth so I wouldn't have to answer, but my eyes never looked away from him. He was a jerk, yeah, but he had a nice cock, hefty in his own right and I loved the way it throbbed on my tongue as he started fucking my mouth again. My head twisted sideways a little. Just then Sisco had finally stopped teasing me. I could feel his tip press roughly against my hole, and he shoved it in hard. I clenched tight, whimpering, trying to seem tighter than I was. It's not that this was a frequent thing for me. However, with so little friends offline, I had some sizable toys to make up for it.   
	Sisco felt even bigger than he was, but I soon relaxed so that he could have his way. He was not gentle, despite his friend's claim. He claimed every inch of my backside with his hard meat, right up until his forceful thrusts started to force my back to arch downward. I planted my paws and knees and held onto the grass. Much to my delight, the douchebag friend got into a nice rhythm with Sisco. Soon their well timed thrusts were turning me on in ways I had only dreamt of. My cock throbbed and I suddenly realized I had been neglecting myself.   
	Reaching down my round tummy, gripping myself the whole way, I finally found my smaller cock, dangling and dripping under my skirt. Through the material, I started stroking myself, soaking pre into the wool. Soon I was moaning loudly around the cock in my mouth, eyes shut tight as I tried to focus on both ends of me. It took some skill, I must say. Not to brag, of course, but its not easy to please two big boys at once. I was not going to sit there like a rag doll while they had all the fun.   
	Even while stroking myself, I managed to multi-task the two cocks on me, clenching as Sisco pulled out and sucking nice and hard when the bunny withdrew as well. I could tell my polar bear assailant was having a good time by the way he hunched over me, digging claws into my fatty hips and pulling me back on his length like he just couldn't get enough of himself in me.   
	The bunny, on the other hand was starting to pant, and groan. His knees started to tremble a little. He was going to cum for sure. I gripped his thighs and hungrily buried his length in my throat just as he spasmed and pulled my face hard into his crotch. He blew a nice thick load right down my throat. I wanted it on my tongue, but I couldn't even breath as he forced his cock as far down as it would go. But for his sake, I held my breath and kept quiet until finally he fell back onto a tree, and his cock dislodged itself from my throat. The rest of his cum splattered my broad tongue and dribbled down my chin. I left it hanging out so he could see it dripping. The taste was strong, bittersweet, and salty, and I loved it. I loved the smell most of all. What can I say? I love cum.  
	Now that I was free on one end, Sisco claimed me all to himself. I was suddenly rolled onto my back without warning or concern. It was disorienting, suddenly staring up at the canopy of leaves and sky. Then Sisco filled my vision, hovering over me, gripping my fat thighs as he fucked me on my back. He still wasn't meeting my gaze, but then he was really working himself into a sweat so I didn't blame him. As he huffed and panted, I lowered my eyes to see his belly slamming into my thighs. y cock was finally uncovered and I got a good look at how big the mess I had made really was. Instinctively, I gripped my shaft and started working it again, watching it as some of the sticky pre spattered onto my exposed tummy fluff. My paw was a mess now, as well, and the air around smelled strongly of anal sex and precum.   
	The whole thing was too much for me. I really loved feeling him inside me, spreading my hole, and insides to make room for his own cock like it belonged there. But I think most of all I loved his powerful thrusts. They rocked my body, shook my tummy and made my mind swim with an orgasmic joy. I bit my lip, murring and grunting as he did his thing. I worked pawed my cock hard, fast, squeezing the slimy tip and pulling my sheath all the way down to my balls. Sisco's eyes were shut tight. Was he concentrating that hard?  
	Suddenly, the tension started to overflow, warming me up from the base of my shaft to the tip. "S-Sisco..I'm.. gonna.."  
	"Shut up, don't talk," he grunted as he ravaged me. I leaned my head back just in time to see the bunny slide up to me. He must have been waiting, because when I cried out, he filled my mouth with his floppy cummy dick, a makeshift gag to stifle my cries of pleasure. I came hard, all over myself. I can shoot pretty far, honestly and it wasn't uncommon for me to shoot my load right into my own hair. But this time, Sisco's friend took it for me. As I moaned around his spent tool, my cum reached as far as his own tummy.   
	By the time my orgasm ended, my cloths were a mess of sloppy looking streaks. The bunny rubbed my tummy, smearing the stuff into my fur and cloths, making an absolute mess. He even shook my tummy, tantalized by it as Sisco become quite violent in his thrusts. I could only blush and struggle a little as he played with my fat. Ashamedly, I watched my tummy roll and wobble like jello, right up to the point where Sisco finally finished in me.  
	It was an explosive end, to say the least about it. I could feel his cum in my guts, hitting my insides hard like a hose going off in me. The warmth was amazing, so hot and sticky, there was no way it was going to drip out of me. It was probably too deep in me anyway. As the bear finished thrusting, he finally pulled out and let his cock flop onto my junk, covered in a gleaming film of sticky cum. It rested there, as rude as ever, slowly softening as I watched it.  
	Sisco caught his breath as he knelt there, and then finally he stood and zipped himself up. The bunny followed. They started to walk away and I cocked my head a little.   
	"W-wait! What about me...?"  
	They stopped to look and shrugged a little. "What about you?"  
	"I can't go... out, you know, like this. I'm really dirty..."  
	The bunny laughed. "Yeah, you are."  
	With that they turned again and left. I was alone, laying there in the dirt and grass. Out of curiosity, I licked at my paw, idly wondering if I had time to rub one out again before heading off. I didn't care that they left really. As I watched them go, I thought about chasing them down and getting a number. I'd let them have a go at me any time. Maybe next time they could leave me panting in a dirty alleyway...