Balros Everything from the other day - was it all a dream? You wake up in your bed, hot, sticky - you look under the covers, you've made a big bunnygirl mess of estrus and juice and girlcum. Jeez, that dream was intense! It was all so vivid and and embarrassing just to think about it. It clearly induced a soaking wet dream. At least, you still had your dignity, since nobody could see what a mess you'd made of yourself or how flushed you still felt. A quick shove of the sheets into the laundry, and a hot shower, would do you some good. You can't help but remember what it all felt like, and how big your butt and breasts had grown, but a self-examination in the shower established you were the same as you'd always been, if just a little more flustered than usual. As you head out in your gym outfit - perhaps to a different gym this time just to be sure - you notice you're getting looks from passerbys. Either that, or you're just hypersensitive to their gazes now, something about that dream just lingering with you. This next gym is a bit further away so you need to take the bus. The bus is a bit full, but you do see a seat in the back, and head towards it. But as you almost reach it... you hear his voice, and see him, the squirrel, sitting in one of the two-seaters. He looks at you and smiles, waving his tail. "Hey, Lluna. That workout was fun. Come sit on my lap." He says, his words... a command. And his lap is considerably bulged with big squirrel sheath and nuts. LlunaBlue The mere sight of the squirrel, that loathsome, irresistible squirrel, made her pupils dilate and her heart begin beating faster. She felt the impulse to yell at the bus driver to stop so she could jump out, but her legs wouldn't let her:- instead, she starts walking towards you. Her paws on the seats as she anxiously grips them is sweaty, leaving wet and slightly-larger pawprints in each one as she gets closer. Her butt sways with increasing sultriness, as if subconsciously trying more and more to please you, and as she gets to where you are, her expression is one of utter sexual anguish. She pants, drool falling from her tongue, then turns around and gives you a view of swollen bluefox cunny as she lowers it onto your lap. Balros It wasn't just that his words were a command, they were truth. That... workout, yesterday, was fun. It was more fun than you were willing to admit. All in a rush, everything he'd said and told you in your dream... in your yesterday... was true, or true again, or becoming true, and gods were you hot from it. The bus continues to move and the squirrel continues to sit there with a sweet smile spread across his pretty face as you, slowly, approach. You could smell your own scent rising, your body becoming sweaty and heated, trying to fight off the compulsions that directed your movements. He doesn't seem to be in a rush, enjoying your awkwardness as you saunter towards him yet straining to pull away. Before you're even halfway to him you can feel the tightness in your gym outfit, a pressure in your bunny buttcheeks, trying to gain the shape they had when last he was with you. Your feetpaws and hands feel larger, greasier, your lapine feet spreading slightly larger as you step into the bus seat and turn about. He's sitting next to the window, so you scootch in closer, pushing your ass out towards his face - and finally seat yourself and your puffy snatch-bulge right atop his heavy-lumped lap. You're straddling his crotch now and pushing your full weight down on it, bunnytail wiggling against his furred tum. He seems to treat it like nothing, like normal, casually planting his handpaws on your hips and thick thighs. Some other busriders turn to look, either from the scent you're releasing, the noises and squeaks you're making, or from how unusual it is for someone to sit on another's lap on public transport. THe bus hits a bump, and his bulge grinds upwards firmly against your cameltoe. You feel his nose touch the back of your neck as he starts to sniff you. Though he's a head taller than you, you can feel your bunnyfeet settle atop his. "You're in a really deep rut, aren't you?" LlunaBlue The gentle vibrations from the bus had been enough to send spasms through her as soon as she'd placed herself on you. It felt as if her bunnycunt was trying to grip your bulge through her sweatpants, and every sensation felt just SO amplified. Each time you crotch throbbed, she felt it... and each time just made her need you MORE! She grips your legs with her expanding feet in need, listening to your casual whispers further erodes her defensive instincts... and then the bump in the road makes her squeak as you lodge even more firmly into her! She bites her lower lip and moans a bit more as she sees eyes turning her way; there's no hiding that she's being pleasured by you in public, and part of her is loving that detail even while her shrinking, rational mind is screaming how wrong this is! "Rut... hnnnggh, r-rut... me... s-stop, AHN~" she cries, blushing deep with need and embarrassment. Balros You curl your legs behind his legs, your short stature meaning little against your long legs and expanding feetpaws. The bus floor under the seat was becoming slick with the sweatmusk that perspired from your furry paws; four big toes on a big broad paw. His own squirrelpaws were a bit on the big side, rubbing toes with you sweetly, even as your feet shoved underneath his now, legs intertwined. With your thighs splayed open and your knees spread apart like that, his huge squirrelboy bulge filled the space quite obviously, giving plenty of surface area for your gym-shorts-contained cunt to grind and press against him, your hips churning with naturally unnatural lust. Bus patrons perk their ears and turn more towards you as you utter, mumble, moan out your lust. They hadn't been responding to his words but they do respond to yours - whispering to each other about the bunny who's in heat, who's begging to be rutted. Some are holding their noses as your heatstink increases; others are squirming with bulges of their own. Your whole body feels like it's doused in liquid fire, sweating profusely, even dripping from your long ears. Juices squirt from your sex and your tailhole clenches with carnal desire. But the squirrel, he picks up on just the wrong words. "Yeah, this is your stop, isn't it?" He says, reaching up to ding the bell to signal the next bus stop. In one smooth motion, he unzips his bulge's fly and teases open the pocketfly of your shorts, standing up - his pink pillar of cock plunging up into your pussy so, so deep. You can feel it bulging out your passage, nudging against your cervix, and as he gets up off the seat, the motions stir him around inside your tunnel. You're sitting on his dick with almost your entire weight, lifted off the floor juuuuust enough that your enlarged paws just brush the floor. The bus comes to a stop and people shuffle to move out of the way to let you pass, plenty of phones out to film your bared sex or flushed face. He steps off the bus with you... ....and it's not your second gym he's taken you to. Somehow, you wound up right back at your first bus stop, your home just a block away. "We can get a good enough workout at your place. You bought all those webcams for this, right?" He grins, starting to walk /up/ the steps to your place again. There are boxes of electronics waiting on the steps, signed to you.