Nick awkwardly hopped his way up the steps of the bus, trying his best to look cool and casual while covering his crotch with his paws. It felt and looked about as natural as walking around on his hands, but to his relief, only the driver even noticed him board. It was a krookodile, and the reptile’s expression made it clear that he didn’t care about the fox’s strange behaviour or the reasons behind it, only whether or not he had enough money to pay his fare.

Thankfully, he did. Digging around in a small pouch strapped to his tail and taking the opportunity to angle his front away from the bus driver, Nick produced a small handful of coins and dropped them into the krookodile’s waiting palm. As soon as the money was exchanged, the driver’s head turned back towards the wheel, eyes staring down at his palms while he picked through the pile of coins. Nick took his cue to leave and made his way down the aisle.

For the most part, evolving into a braixen had been very rewarding for Nick. He got to stand on two legs, his control over his fire powers had gotten better, and it was hard to understate the benefits of opposable thumbs. Simply put, he was in the best state of his life, ready to do anything he set his mind to. Unfortunately, it was quite difficult to set his mind to anything, because his body only seemed interested in one thing: breeding.

Nobody had warned him, not his friends, not his teachers, not even his parents. They all must’ve felt this was one part of evolution that he’d be better off discovering on his own, or perhaps he was just a special case and none of them had ever had it this bad. Regardless of why, the result was the same; he had a fire burning down below, far hotter than anything he could stir up with his twig, and he didn’t have an ounce of control over it.

Initially, it’d been mild, almost ignorable. Sure, some afternoons he would have to sneak off to the bathroom to take some of the edge off, but that was something he could deal with. It was embarrassing the first few times, but after awhile, you developed a sense for what times you could slip into a stall and do your thing without worrying about people coming in. Just another part of the day. No big deal.

That was fine when it was only twice a week, maybe three at most. Then it became daily. Then twice a day, once in the morning, once in the afternoon. Once he’d started encroaching on the hourly mark, Nick had realised that it was becoming something of a problem, one that didn’t seem to be keen on resolving itself.

And, of course, that was to say nothing of the more gradual changes evolution had brought. The first few weeks after evolving, the sweeping fur around his hips was enough to hide any unwanted erections, something he always took for granted. Now, Nick would do anything to go back to those days, just a little over a month gone. Since then, he’d grown a few inches in height, and grown a few inches… elsewhere. Suffice it to say, Nick now had a habit of poking through his fur at the most inopportune moments.

Nick couldn’t think of a more inopportune moment than a public bus in the middle of the evening, and apparently, neither could his body. His sheath twitched and throbbed between his legs, a warning of the embarrassment to come if he didn’t get some privacy to deal with it soon. Gritting his teeth and trying his best not to blush, Nick shuffled through the bus as quickly as he could, grabbing a seat near the back.

Shutting his eyes tight, Nick tried every trick he could think of to calm himself down. He’d once heard from a friend that flexing your thighs was supposed to help, but all that did for him was waste precious time while his tip started to peek out of his sheath and into the air. Plus, he could feel his thighs starting to get tired after only a minute of clenching. Nick made a mental note to look into working out more after he’d dealt with the issue at hand.

Thinking about something to distract yourself was supposed to help, wasn’t it? Something unattractive and gross, so you grossed yourself out. Sounded easy enough. It’d never worked for him before, sure, but maybe this time was different. He was desperate enough to give anything a shot, at this rate.

Alright. What was the least sexy thing he could think of? Uhh, trash. Filthy, rotting trash. Garbage. Garbodor. Trubbish. Grimer. Muk. Muk were pretty weird, now that he thought about it. Just a pile of thick, purple goo with eyes and a mouth. Supposedly they were poisonous, but Nick had seen people on TV touch them with bare skin and walk away fine, so they must be able to suppress it somehow. Probably felt pretty weird. All that slime, oozing between your fur and over your skin, down towards your—

Nick shook his head, clearing his mind of the thought of exactly what a muk would be able to do with that tongue, maybe he’d even be able to—

“Rrrgh,” Nick growled, biting down on his tongue painfully to ground himself back in reality. Well, that backfired a bit. He added concerning feelings about undesirable pokémon to his mental list of problems, a list which had nearly doubled in size as of late. Of more importance on that list was the fact that he’d slipped completely out of his sheath and his cock now laid erect against his belly, already starting to drip onto the fur there.

That definitely moved things up a DEFCON level or three. His stop was in, what, fifteen minutes at most? This whole situation was going to take at least thirty to go down on its own. Nick had to think of something, and fast. Could he sneak out of here, somehow? He peeked over the back of the seat in frotn of him. 

The bus was pretty empty. Only two other passengers, a kecleon sound asleep near the front and an ursaring staring out the window near the middle. That wasn’t too bad, he could probably strut sideways through the aisle and they’d be none the wiser. But that left the problem of the driver. And walking down the street with an erection sticking out the front of his fur. No, that plan was a bust. Didn’t have anything big enough to cover himself with, either. Certainly not the coin purse—that wasn’t even big enough to fit his own ‘coin purse’.

That left one option.

Sweating from arousal and nervousness, Nick shifted a paw down between his legs, brushing his fingers against the red skin there. It let out an angry throb in response, like the slightest touch might set it off. That would definitely make it go down, alright, but… on the bus? Nick still felt skittish doing it in public bathrooms, and there he’d had a stall for protection. This was a whole ‘nother level.

But then again, the seats in front of him were tall enough to hide what he was doing, and it definitely wasn’t going to go down on its own any time soon. The clock was ticking. Unless Nick wanted to strut down the sidewalk a little too proudly for his liking, then the choice was clear.

Shaking slightly, Nick started to lower his paw, dragging it down along his shaft until his fingers were pushing against the furry skin at the base of his cock. His other paw slipped even lower, coming from between his legs to cup at his balls. In spite of the public setting, it didn’t take him long to start getting into it, squeezing down on his sheath with one hand while rolling his balls between the fingers of the other.

Perhaps a little too into it. The mixture of anxiety and arousal had Nick breathing quicker, panting at a rate roughly between ‘dog in heat’ and ‘hyperventilating’, so he shut his eyes and tried his best to take slow, deep breaths. It helped a little. Not a lot, since he could still feel his heart trying to rip its way out of his chest, but hopefully enough that he wouldn’t attract attention.

Once he was as calm as he would ever be while masturbating in the back of a public bus, Nick started to speed up, trying his best to contain himself and act natural while he stroked and fondled himself just out of sight of the other passengers. It was nerve wracking, utterly terrifying, and a little more exciting than it should’ve been. He could hear the sound of fluid dripping against metal, and it took him a moment to realise it was coming from him, pre leaking out of him like a broken sieve before it rolled down along his shaft, over his balls, and onto the floor.

The sight gave rise to some half-formed rationalization in Nick’s brain, split between ‘I’ve already started, might as well finish it’ and ‘this is really hot’, that pushed him to go faster. He started speeding up, gradually at first, but accelerating faster and faster until his hands were a blur in his lap. He leaned against the seat in front of him as he worked, chin resting against its top, his eyes lidded and his tongue poking out from between his lips in a pleasured smile.

It wouldn’t be long now. He was going fast enough that his face had started to flush strongly enough that it felt like it could show through his fur, and small whines occasionally escaped his mouth despite his efforts to contain them. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice, everyone else on the bus either focused on what was outside or thoroughly unconscious. A good thing, too, because the noises coming from him were taking on a distinctly wet sound, only worsening as he sped up. Nick was incredibly close now, just a few seconds more—

It was at that moment that the ursaring a couple of seats ahead of him suddenly whipped around, the bear’s curious eyes locking onto Nick’s.

Immediately, Nick’s paws shifted from pleasuring himself to covering himself, folding over his lap while he leaned back against his seat and turned his head to look out the window. Play it cool, he thought to himself. Just staring at what’s outside, not doing anything weird. Wow, cars. Buildings, too. It sure is interesting outside. Please don’t come over here.

But while he could put on the most casual expression in the world, there was no way he could hide the way his fur shined with sweat, or the way he was panting like he’d just ran a mile. Nick glanced back at the ursaring out of the corner of his eye. Yep, still staring at him, now looking even more suspicious than before. Nick kept watch on the bear in his peripheral vision, desperately hoping that he would turn back around.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, the absolute worst thing did. A wicked grin spread across the ursaring’s snout, like something had just clicked in his mind, then he slid out of his seat into the aisle and started walking towards Nick.

Nick slid down the back of his seat, like he could somehow sink into the space between the cushions and disappear. He wasn’t nearly lucky enough for such a miracle. Instead, the ursaring strolled over and dropped down next to him. He didn’t make any effort to disguise his leering gaze, leaning forward and openly ogling the paws covering Nick’s groin. With the pre coating Nick’s fingers, glistening in the light, there was no way the ursaring didn’t know exactly what was going on here.

“Listen, kid,” the ursaring said in a deep, gruff voice, one that sounded old enough to belong to Nick’s father, “I know what you’re doing back here.”

Nick opened his mouth to protest, but the bear cut him off. “Don’t try to deny it, I can see you drippin’ onto the floor. But don’t worry! I’m sympathetic, I was your age once. There’s no reason the bus driver has to know…” As he spoke, the older bear leaned in towards him, wrapping a thick arm around his shoulders. “So long as you do me a favour.”

“A-a favour?” Nick stuttered, gaping up at the ursaring with his eyes wide. Was this really happening?

“Sure,” the ursaring replied, spreading his legs wide, and Nick’s gaze was immediately drawn to what laid between them. Exactly what he expected: a cock. Uncut and flaccid, but even limp as it was, it looked huge, intimidating. Nick hoped that he was a shower and not a grower, if things were going to keep going down this path.

“I’ve got a little problem, see. Why don’t you handle it for me?” As he spoke, the bear snaked a hand over to Nick’s lap and wrapped it around the braixen’s paws, squeezing them together. In turn, Nick’s hands were forced to squeeze down around the dick they were trying so desperately to hide from sight, and he had to bite his lip to suppress a moan. Then, the bear’s hand was gone, back over to his own lap where it patted his thigh invitingly.

Nick gulped. He’d never done anything with another person before. In fact, he had a feeling that was why he’d been so excitable lately—like he was going through some sort of weird reverse-heat that affected male braixen. If that was the case, maybe servicing this old bear would help cool his jets a little? It was a wild and completely baseless theory, but to his addled mind, it sounded downright plausible. So with only a moment of hesitation, one of Nick’s paws crept across the ursaring’s thigh, grasping at his member.

But the ursaring stopped his hand with one of his own, and Nick looked up at him, confused. He was looking at him with that menacing grin again. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to use your mouth. Not gonna work otherwise.” They looked at each other for a few seconds, before the strange combination of lust, fear, and the ursaring’s imposing presence had Nick crawling between the older man’s legs.

Nick’s muzzle inched towards the ursaring’s groin, and he quickly became aware of something he’d failed to notice earlier: the smell. Being a fox, he was far better at detecting faint odours than most other pokémon, but you hardly had to be a nosepass to pick up the scent the bear was putting off. It smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days! It smelled of sweat, stale cum, but mostly, of the overpowering, intoxicating odour of masculinity. His face crinkled at the aroma, but he could feel his dick throb below him. The ursaring laughed.

“Better get used to that smell, boy, ‘cause you’ve got a big storm comin’.” Before Nick could ask what he meant, he felt a paw on the back of his head, pushing his snout up against the ursaring’s balls. The fur there rubbed against his nose, smearing it with oily musk, and Nick couldn’t help but shudder. It felt like that scent was getting into his head, making his thoughts fuzzy, keeping him from thinking of anything but the big, hot, sweaty bear above him. He wanted more.

“Ah, I know that look. First time smelling a real man, eh?” The ursaring mumbled above him, grabbing his limp member and tapping the top of Nick’s nose with it, wafting the scent around him. “Your job’s to suck, though, not to huff. Get on it.” With his mind sluggish from the pheromone soup he had no choice but to breathe, Nick opened his muzzle, presenting his tongue for the bear’s use. He made quick use of it, slapping his dick down onto the fox’s soft, pink tongue.

Nick thought smelling it had been overwhelming, but that was nothing in comparison to tasting it. The taste of the old bear’s greasy cock seeped into his taste buds, staining his mouth with its flavour. He was definitely going to be tasting that for the rest of the night. He didn’t care, though. His dick was harder than ever, drooling a steady trickle of pre onto his thighs. 

But while Nick was busy kneeling there and having brain frazzled by ursaring musk, the paw on the back of his head suddenly pressed down hard, preventing his escape.

“You can either swallow this or let it spill all over your pretty white fur, your choice. Don’t matter to me.” Nick was still trying to puzzle out what he meant when he felt liquid start to spray into his mouth, splattering against his palate and washing back down over his tongue. The taste hit him immediately: a bit sour, but mostly bitter and salty. Surprised by the unexpected deluge, Nick coughed, feeling it spurt out of the edges of his mouth and dribble down his chin onto his chest.

Nick could hardly believe it. This stranger he’d barely even talked to was pushing him down and forcing him to drink his piss! It was vile, abhorrent, absolutely revolting…

Yet somehow, he was even harder than before!

Feeling his mouth rapidly starting to fill, Nick knew he’d have to start swallowing unless he wanted to go home soaked in the stuff. His mind mulled over the possibility for a moment, but ultimately, he decided against it. Too many questions from the neighbours. Steeling himself, he swallowed, trying to down as much of the stuff in one gulp before his mouth overflowed with it.

It was even stronger going down than it was swirling around in his mouth. Nick sucked in a breath through his nose, only to find a drop of the stuff coming along for the ride, splattering against the inside of his nostril.

It burned, and he let out a heavy cough, only allowing even more of the acrid liquid to spill out of his muzzle and soak into the fur on his chin and chest. If he didn’t get a handle on this, he was gonna be going home yellow and dripping. Suppressing his gag reflex, he swallowed again, emptying his mouth for only a moment before the bear’s seemingly endless stream began to fill it again.

After the first mouthful, it became a lot easier to just keep drinking, his body seeming to resign itself to its fate as this ursaring’s urinal. Yet even in his position, bleary eyed and trying desperately not to gag as he forced down gulp after gulp of bear piss, one part of him seemed very pleased with the situation. Twitching and throbbing between his legs, his cock drooled so much pre it’d formed a small puddle beneath him, mixing with the occasional drip of yellow from above. Unable to stand it anymore, Nick reached one shaking paw towards his twitching member, only to have it knocked away by the ursaring’s footpaw.

“Let me take care of that,” the bear said, his foot moving away from Nick’s hand to press up against his shaft. His other paw quickly joined it, both of them wrapping around either side of his cock, slowly stroking it.

Caught off-guard by the sudden contact on his sensitive member, Nick gasped, but found himself caught in another coughing fit as he sucked in urine instead of air. What had to be a cup of the stuff drooled out of his muzzle and splattered onto his chest, quickly sliding past the drenched fur around his neck and down his body before it was wicked up by the drier fur on his stomach. He recovered quickly, going back to drinking it down before any more of it soaked him.

While Nick busied himself with that, those paws didn’t mess around, toes wrapping around his shaft with all the dexterity he’d expect from a mankey. Where the hell had this guy learned that? Nick didn’t have long to wonder before the thought was forced from his mind by the feeling of those pawpads pressing down against his cock, grinding against him with just enough roughness to make themselves known without being painful.

Either this guy was a master, or Nick was just fired up enough that even a slight breeze could get him off. Whatever the case, the feeling of those feet pressing against him had Nick approaching his peak in seconds. Gurgling around a mouthful of piss, he tried to thrust up into them…

Only to have them pull away, the smooth tops of his claws grazing against Nick’s dick for a second before there was nothing touching him but cool air. He whined, his orgasm dying away as his cock throbbed below him, though the noise was cut off as he paused to swallow yet another gulp of urine. 

“Just a bit more, now, then I’ll finish you off.” Those paws returned to their former positions, and Nick immediately tried to hump into them, only to have them pull away yet again. Then, when he stopped, they were back and already returning to their tortuously slow stroking. The bear seemed to be an expert at bringing him right to the edge of orgasm and not an inch further, keeping Nick teetering on the edge while he relieved himself right into the braixen’s mouth. It was disgusting, unbearable, and the hottest thing that anyone had ever done to him.

Finally, Nick felt the stream start to wane, now just a trickle instead of a constant blast. He was just as relieved as the bear had to be, and he gulped down the little left in his mouth eagerly, desperate for his reward. 

The ursaring finally released the back of his head, and Nick immediately slouched backwards, leaning against the seat behind him for support while he gasped for breath. Grabbing his cock with his now free hand, the ursaring aimed for Nick’s head and squeezed out the last few spurts of piss he had left. The urine that wasn’t wicked up by his head fur streamed down the sides of Nick’s face, gathering in the ruff around his chest and staining the last white portions of it a dull yellow.

As the ursaring doused him with the last of his urine, Nick felt the bear’s footpaws suddenly speed up, stroking his dick feverishly. Unable to hold back after being on the edge for so long, Nick moaned, his cock throbbing powerfully as it prepared to shoot. The paws repositioned it so that it was pointing back towards him, then squeezed down around his knot.

The first rope of cum shot out so hard that it reached his face, splattering against his right cheek and dripping down his neck. The next two splattered across his chest and belly, the stark white of his semen standing out clearly on his now yellow fur. Then, the last few spurts just oozed out of him, sliding down his already slick shaft and clinging to the black fur of his balls.

He looked just about as used up as he felt, kneeling there and gasping for air through a muzzle that’d been stained yellow, breath hot and smelling like a freshly used urinal. Fitting, considering he could pass for one, what with his front soaked with piss and cum.

“That’s a good look for you, kid,” the ursaring said, staring down at Nick’s panting, whimpering form with a smirk. He looked like he was going to say something more, but the bus pulled to a stop, and the voice of the driver echoed back from the front.

“Next stop, corner of Saratoga!”

Then, the bus pulled to a halt, and the bear stood up. “This is where I get off. See you around.” He stood up, shimmied out of the seat, and was gone up the aisle just as quickly as he’d come.

Nick barely noticed, frozen to the spot, eyes wide. Saratoga? That was his stop.

Which meant this guy lived on the same street as him.

Nick had no idea how he was going to get out of this one, but once he did, he was positive there was going to be quite a few more encounters like this in his future. He could feel mouth water at the thought.