This was requested so it was a priority. And the requester did bring up a good point. There weren't any restrictions. I only have a few. No scat, snuff, gore, or diaper stuff. Cool? Cool. Sorry if you're into that. If you need to discuss the specifics PM me.
Basis: Tracker comes to Adventure Bay for a physical, but Katie is leaving town. Fortunatly, Marshall agrees to cover for her. But while Tracker is waiting for him, he gets curious and tries something he's been hiding from everyone only for Marshall to catch him in the act.
MarshallxTracker
Contains: Femboy, crossdressing, masturbation and homosexuality
Tracker yawned as he turned to park at Katie's clinic. He had driven quite a distance, but he finally made it. He was supposed to do his physical today with her since he was due. Still, it was about six in the afternoon and that would mean she was closing soon. Adventure day was quite a distance from the jungle.
Climbing out of his jeep, Tracker stretched out his arms and legs and rotated back and forth at his waist. Feeling nice and loose, he started towards Katie's clinic when he saw her to the door with Callie and a suite case. He quickly got the door and opened it.
"Hola, Katie," He greeted. "Uh, where are you going?"
"Oh, thanks, Tracker," Katie smiled, "Sorry, I'm rushing out, I gotta catch a plane. I need to drop off some things with the PAW Patrol first, but I'm in a hurry."
"Oh," Tracker scratched his head. She must have forgotten. "Well uh… I thought today was going to be my…"
"Your physical!" She exclaimed then face palmed. "Argh, I knew I was forgetting something! I'm so sorry!"
"Está bien! No sweat, Katie," Tracker assured as he shook his hands, "I can come back later when you get back from your vacaciones."
"Wait, hang on, I can fix this," She said getting her phone. Tracker leaned over a bit curiously to figure out what she was doing. She brought the phone to her ear."
"Hey, Katie, what's up?" He could barely hear Marshall's voice on the other side.
"Hey, Marshall. I messed up. Tracker was supposed to have a physical today and… I scheduled my plane to early. I can't do it; so, can you?"
"Sure! Sure," Marshall said happily, "Leave it to me."
"I'll wait here then?" Tracker suggested. "That way you can make your plane faster."
"That's great!" Katie said, "Okay, Tracker will be at my clinic. I'll leave my stuff here for you to pick up after your done so you can lock up after. All the equipment is where I left it."
"Got it, I'll make my way over in a few minutes. I gotta finish up here, then I'll head over. Tell Tracker, 'See you in… thirty minutes.'"
"Will do," Katie smiled. "Thank you so much. See you later."
"Treinta minutos? I can wait that long," Tracker nodded.
"Thanks, Tracker," Katie said with a sigh of relief, "I might make it on time now. I was so nervous I'd be late."
"Then what are you waiting for. Rapido. Rapido. Andale! Go on!" He started shoving her to her car.
"Okay, I'm going!" She laughed. "Come on, Callie." Katie put her pet carrier into the car then her suite case.
"Hasta luego! Have fun!" Tracker waived.
"Bye!" Katie waved back then slowly backed up and left.
Tracker entered the parlor and took a seat. His waited was innocent enough. He sat for a few minutes but then he wandered around the rest of the clinic. He never really saw the rest of the place. It was mostly just the wide-open room, but there was a bath for pets and a bigger shower room for larger animals, then there was the exam room. The place he recognized most. But the last room, he probably should have expected but didn't anticipate. It was a bedroom.
"Oh, this is where Katie stays," He said to himself. She lived here too. After looking around some he nodded thinking it wasn't bad at all, but caught sight of her closet. Right before he left his head darted back to it. A part of his brain lit up and he felt a burning need. I really shouldn't. But he wanted to. Tracker scratched his head and forced himself to leave the room. But the opportunity was just too good! Tracker looked at Katie's bedroom door and clenched his fists. There was just a pull in his chest that wanted him back in that room. His pants were already getting tight. M-maybe just a little peek. That's it! Just a peek.
Tracker entered the room and reached the closet. He started with less than innocent intentions, just looking at her dresses and shoes. "Heh, these are nice," He admired the tennis shoes, but they weren't what he really wanted to look at. He started digging into drawers and found some stockings and underwear. A bright red blush glowed on his face as he picked up a pair of stockings. Wow, these are great! I love this pattern! How did she get this? It was a bit of an Aztec pattern. The square, gold pattern mixed with some black that went all the way up and repeated.
A part of Tracker that he had tucked away deeply under his skin started leak out. "I wonder how they'd feel if I…" He stopped himself. Marshall was supposed to be coming in soon. He couldn't! But he wanted to oh so badly! He needed to do this. Maybe if he just bought himself some time!
He picked up his phone and called Marshall. Marshall picked up briefly. "Hey, Tracker. Sorry I'm taking so long. I'll be right over in a sec."
"Oh, don't' worry about it, amigo!" Tracker assured, "I called because I need to delay. I have to do something, then I want to get something to eat. So… an hour?"
"I can wait an hour, sure," Marshall agreed. "Gives me enough time to finish with this. Rocky stop fiddling with it, it'll just get worse… Stop! Do you want it to scar? Sorry, bit of an accident over here. Thanks for letting me know, I'll take my time."
Perfect! Marshall would be buys with what he was doing, giving Tracker plenty of time to… sort business out. "Magnífico! Great. Glad it worked out. I'll see you then, ci?"
"You got it," Marshall replied, "Zuma, no! I didn't say rubbing alcohol I said Iodine! Iodine! Brown bottle! I gotta go. See yah."
"Despedida," Tracker replied, "See you later."
He hung up and clapped his hands together. "Okay. Una hora. One hour. I can do this."
He gathered some of Katie's underwear, bra panties stockings and all, then undressed to sate his curiosity. Tracker tried the first pair of stocking with some white panties he found a bra. Katie even had some long gloves! Maybe she liked dressing like this too. His and her sizes were pretty similar. Tracker looked himself in the mirror and as much as he loved how he felt, he didn't like the color contrast. It was probably why he never saw Katie wear these. They didn't go with anything. He posed a few times then scrunched his face in disgust.
"This really doesn't work. Kind of hot though…" He looked at his back and felt the panties ride up. It made him blush. Then he turned and saw his member hardening. It was getting so erect it stretched out Katie's panties. He blushed as he reached down but stopped. "Mm, uno momento." He got back into the drawers to find something that matched up better. He came up with a set of stockings and gloves that matched in a stripped pink pattern and casual pair of cat themed panties that were kind of lacy. Now why would Katie have those? That was more lingerie territory than underwear. It didn't matter, he kind of liked them, being a dog wearing cat themed clothing. He picked them out and dared to try a pink bra too. This look contrasted oddly with his fur pattern. He was glad Katie was such a small bra size. The bra fit him much better that way.
But man, was his manhood sore. It stretched out the panty fabric and worked the lacing to their limits. The outline of his balls was very prominent but so was the big tent. He adjusted it so his penis would stick out over the hem of the panties. He liked the feel of the fabric, the freedom, and the expression of it all. He felt wrong for doing this but wearing this also felt so right. Not that he would go out in public in it or anything. But if he could do this more often, he would. It turned him on so hard. He had to relieve himself, now! Looking at himself in the mirror, he began stroking his member and watching himself masturbate in the girly clothing.
"Oh, mierda! That's so hot!" He said aloud, but quietly. He purposefully made his voice light an as feminine as possible. He couldn't help but think about what being treated like a girl would be like. He had to admit it. When he was out an about, he could be a manly rescuer all day. But in the dark when he was alone, he deep down wanted to be taken by a taller more muscular man while he was degraded into a submissive role.
"Mierda, I'm such a slut," He whimpered girlishly. He kept stroking and was getting closer to climax but not quite there. He needed more. Tracker crawled over to the closet to see if Katie had anything stored. Dirty laundry maybe or secret toys? He didn't find much luck in that. The laundry hamper was clean, none of Katie's underwear had a residual odor, her socks were clean too. And neither under her bed or in her closet was there any toys. She was squeaky clean except the odd choice of underwear and probable lingerie. "Maldición!" He sighed exasperatedly. He was so close, but he was losing his wave. He needed something! Anything!
Tracker's heart started to pound in excitement as he thought of solutions. He thought about the shampoo bottles in the bathrooms and showers. Maybe they were shaped just right to… further this exploration.
Tracker took a deep breath and gathered courage to step out of the safety of a private room. Then he did it. He made his way out looking out the window doors in the dark room to make sure no one was coming or could see him. He checked the first shower and looked for something shaped just right. So far, he had no luck. There were a few candidates, but he reasoned that they would be too large for him to fit, or the cap might come off and then he'd get hurt. Or have an embarrassing story to tell the ER. No, he needed to play it safe. He ran to another room and checked it for the same thing.
"Nada…" He sighed. He face palmed and rubbed his forehead. But his ears twitched as he thought her heard something. He didn't have his phone or a watch to check the time. But he realized he may have lost track of it.
He went to open the shower room door when he heard the doors outside open. Marshall was whistling to himself merrily. Tracker's heart sank and his adrenaline started pumping. He had never felt such a level of fear before. He'd been in many perilous situations, but this was worse than all of them combine. He'd rather swim in a river of alligators than this!
Marshall sighed and Tracker could hear him sitting down. He was doing in the chair making it roll and squeak. Maybe he was propping his legs up? Tracker focused his hearing and tried to determine Marshall's actions and position. He laid by the door and tried to look under the crack. But a barrier made it impossible. His hearing would have to do.
Marshall started to hum now. He was a really good singer. If Tracker wasn't so focused on trying to be unseen and quiet, maybe he'd compliment him. The Marshall would be the embarrassed one. But Tracker was stuck in this predicament. And complimenting him would just give him away and then Marshall would figure him out for sure.
"What am I'm going to do?" He asked nervously.
"Huh, where is tracker. He said he'd be here in an hour… Maybe he's running late. Better all him."
Traker's eyes popped. If Marshall, called him, he'd find his phone in Katie's room, find his clothes on the floor, Katie's drawers open, and then put two and two together and he'd be caught red handed. Marshall would be sick of him! He'd probably report him and make sure everyone knew what a pervert he was and just as bad, give him a lecture. He couldn't take any of that. He'd just jump a cliff after that. It wouldn't be worth living if he had to carry that humiliation with him. He had to act now. Maybe distract Marshall and make a break for it. something! But it was too late, even when Tracker opened the door part way to slip out. Even though it made some noise, and he ducked behind the desk, the phone still went off in Katie's room, loud and jeeringly. It taunted Tracker with that Mariachi tune he used to love so much. Now he hated the people who wrote it.
Marshall was confused. First by the door then by the phone. "What the…"
He made his way to the room and Tracker almost shouted at him to stop, but he stopped himself and quietly placed his head against the round desk. He wanted to bash his head in, but Marshall would find him if he did.
"What the hell?" Marshall saw it all. Tracker was so humiliated already. The cat was out of the bag. "How did…? Where is…? If that's…?" He left her room quickly than looked around. Tracker moved away from the door and into the middle of the desks as Marshall investigated the shower room he was earlier searching. "Tracker?" He knocked loud and calmly. "Are you in there?"
Tracker didn't respond. He didn't want Marshall to see him. But to be honest. It was pointless. Marshall knew what was going on by now.
"Tracker, listen, we don't have to tell anyone about this. If this is something embarrassing we can keep it between us, alright? Patient-provider confidentiality. Alright?
Tracker sighed. It was time to rip the band aid off. Tracker stood up, seeing Marshall in his red EMT uniform. He was dressed casually in a pair of EMT pants with trauma sheers and other instruments in either pockets, and a tucked button up shirt with his logo on his cargo shoulder pocket on one side and the PAW Patrol logo on the other. His shirt sleeves were rolled neatly and symmetrically. It actually made Tracker blush. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a fantasy about a man dressed like that taking him from behind.
"I'm here, Amigo."
Marshall turned around and immediately jumped. His face turned noticeably red and flushed and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Marshall was dead silent, and Tracker was so nervous he felt like throwing up. But Marshall said nothing. Tracker just stood there quietly. He tried covering himself up even though he wasn't really exposed anywhere. But he felt he needed to hid the noticeable bulge in Katie's panties, even though his member was limp and completely concealed.
"Uh…" Marshall was still incapable of talking. He tried to find words, but he was just so taken aback. "Mm…hmm. Erm…"
"So…?" Tracker waited for him to start scolding or something. Maybe he'd lecture him on common decency. The message wouldn't certainly be loud and clear. And the secrecy appreciated. But they'd never be able to talk again, he felt. Not normally anyway. Still, Marshall was silent… and it was starting to get unbearable. "Are you going to say something, amigo, or are you just going to ogle me all day?"
"Oh, Uh…" Marshall scratched his head. "Sorry, I… I just. I saw your clothes on the ground and… I was really confused."
"Ci, I'd be too, amigo… Um…" Tracker took a deep breath. "I'll just… get changed."
"You look great though." Marshall tensed and slammed a fist into his head.
"Que?" Tracker was surprised. "Did you just…"
"I didn't mean it like that! I was just saying… I didn't expect you to look so good when I saw you—I mean! When your clothes were there, and you were not. I Didn't expect you to look… like that! I just… thought maybe you were changing into something else… Or well, into more clothes than that…"
Marshall fumbled on, trying not to sound weird but Tracker was actually finding the whole ordeal a little charming. He decided to trace his gaze down to the tightening pants Marshall was wearing. It looked painful to Tracker, seeing Marshall's pants straining to keep him member from tearing them open. Was he turned on by this? Tracker couldn't help but smile. As Marshall droned on, trying not to hurt Tracker's feelings, or embarrass either of them, he stopped Marshall mid-sentence by raising his gloved hand and put on a feminine demeanor.
"Am I turning you on, chico?" Marshall's face rivaled his truck. He swallowed hard as Tracker leaned forward and closed distance between them. Marshall didn't fight when a hand started stroking his tented pants. "Ey, don't you ow me a physical?"
"Oh?" Marshall asked with a gulp.
"Aya, you do, ci? Do you want to continuar… Keep going? Why don't we start with el examen oral? And oral exam?"
"O-oral?" Marshall asked nervously.
Tracker giggled and then slowly got on his knees and undid Marshall's belt and pants. Marshall didn't fight. He wasn't sure what to do except watch. He whimpered as Tracker freed the large member from it's prison and examined it with wide eyes. "Vaya, tan grande. Your big, Marshall. Definitely bigger than I am."
"Uh…" Marshall was too embarrassed to appreciate the compliment. He was trying to wrap his head around what was going on. He couldn't dismiss the fact in his head that Tracker was a guy, and he was right now touching his member. Marshall dared to look down at him, as he was taking off the bra.
Tracker licked the bottom of Marshall's member. Getting a gasp from him. Marshall didn't stop him, but he was clearly conflicted. Tracker actually enjoyed it. "Muy bien. You taste good, Marshall." Tracker started fondling Marshall's balls and trailed kisses up the bottom then engulfed the tip alone. Marshall moaned and grabbed Tracker's head.
"Tracker, wait, I can't… stop it!" Suddenly tracker's mouth filled with something warm and salty. A bit bitter. Tracker didn't pull away. He knew what it was. Marshall, confused and tired, laid back against the wall and dragged has back down until he was sitting down. He was puffing for air.
Tracker played with the liquid in his mouth then opened his mouth to show Marshall what he'd given him. Then he debated whether to spit it out in front of him or swallow it. he elected the former, spitting the liquid into his gloved hand making eye contact with Marshall all the while. "Oy yoy yoy. So pent up." Tracker still attempted to sound as feminine as possible. Marshall looked away embarrassed. Tracker played with the liquid in his hand and then lapped it up.
Marshall looked back and jumped. "You're swallowing it?!"
"Ci, qué ocurre? What's wrong? It tastes good," Tracker winked as he lapped the liquid up then sucked it out of his glove. He looked at Marshall's member then smiled. "Still so hard." He started stroking it.
"A-ah!" Marshall tensed, "W-wait… it's still sensitive!"
Tracker didn't stop. He just straddled Marshall then started rubbing it against his entrance moving the panties aside. Marshall was both excited and conflicted still. He looked down at Tracker's hardening member. His balls and Member both were peaking out of the opening of Katie's cat themed panties. For some reason, the cat theme just made this hotter. He was on the brink of giving in and just doing him like he had done Everest a while back. She liked anal…REALLY liked it. And now, he was about to see how that contributed to a male.
Tracker slowly, using the left-over relief from Marshall's previous orgasm as lubricant. It was a tight fit. Tracker grunted and cursed under his breath as he went down, his member twitched occasionally now that it had reached his prostate. Tracker at first, had his legs up on either side of Marshall, his hands on his shoulders, but he repositioned to sitting on his knees as he went lower. It was more comfortable this way. He didn't' get very far. Marshall was a little too big.
"Whew. Mierda, you're a little too big for me, Marshall," Tracker teased.
Marshall slowly traced his hands up to Tracker's hips. Tracker gave him a sly grin. He was finally giving in. Suddenly, Marshal thrusted up and pulled him down.
"Aah!" Tracker screamed girlishly and hugged Marshall, tears welling up in his eyes. Marshall started thrusting into Tracker on his own. He felt Tracker's bottom and decided he liked the shape. He groped it and started thrusted a little faster to a good rhythm. Tracker started off in pain but as he adjusted, it started to feel good. Tracker hugged Marshall closer and then lulled out his tongue. It was getting intense. Marshall pushed him back then pinned him on the ground. Tracker's legs were dangling behind Marshall while he propped himself up besides either side fo Tracker's head thrusting downward. Tracker was limp, his arms to his side or his hand in his mouth to bite down on his finger. Marshall pounded roughly with a lot of power. Tracker was in heaven. This was one of his hidden fantasies.
He could feel his member bounce as Marshall pounded mercilessly into him. Tracker would feel his member bounce around and leak precum onto his chest. He wrapped his legs around Marshall's waist. It made Marshall pound faster. Both of them were starting to get sweaty. Marshall, lifted Tracker up and slammed him on the empty desk to thrust harder and faster. Tracker didn't even realize Marshall could go any faster. Or harder. But here he was. Tracker just let his hands hand free as Marshall unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled his pants down lower. Marshall wore a white cotton shirt underneath a pair of dog tags hanging down onto his chest. They were just something he earned for all his time in service. While he shook off the over shirt, he took the tags and bit them so they wouldn't dangle and make so much noise. It made Tracker bite his lip.
"You're going to make me cum!" He whimpered. Marshall grabbed Tracker by the shoulders and trusted even harder and faster. He held his breath so he could focus on the pounding he was giving Tracker. Tracker's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he screamed. Marshall mercilessly pounded into his prostate so much that Tracker finally climaxed. The threads of white reached as far as his face and a few times passed his head. The rest fell on his chest and belly. Marshall courteously slowed down and let out the breath he was holding, his tags dropping down in the process.
Tracker huffed as Marshall slowed to a stop, still inside Tracker. He slowly pulled out and looked down at Tracker with a lustful haze. A string of white still attached to his member as he pulled out of Tracker who began to leak. Marshall took a few deep breaths then let out a long one and eyed Tracker with that stoic lustful haze. He roughly flipped him over.
"Eh?" Tracker grunted as he was suddenly moved and looked back as Marshall rubbed up and down against Tracker's orifice. "Aye, esperar!" Marshall didn't listen and thrusted in roughly. Tracker felt as though he saw stars. Marshall started thrusting as hard as before. Tracker continued to moan like he was in heat.
As they had gone on, and both had gotten board of the same position, they moved in favor of knew positions as they wanted or for comfort's sake. Whatever they decided on, Marshall's passionate thrusts never wavered.
A few rounds later, Tracker was playing with the liquid leaking out of his tail end. The other held both their members tightly together as he rubbed his own member against Marshall's. Marshall hadn't lost that hazy look in his eyes. Or changed his expressions. He just acted like a zombie to it all, but Tracker didn't mind. It wasn't like they were in a relationship.
Tracker moaned as he felt Marshall's member against his, every part of their members touched. And Tracker's hand rubbed them up and down. "I'm close, you?" He asked between bated breaths.
Marshall was contorting in that way that Tracker had leaned meant he was close too. Tracker picked up the pace, grinding harder and faster and stroking to match until both of them released simultaneously. Tracker liked the feeling of Marshall's sperm coating his member. He grinded against Marshall a little more to a slowing stop. Then sighed. Both of them were down by now. Tracker cleaned up his own member with his glove then leaned over and sucked the mess off of Marshall.
"Mmm," Tracker played with the residue in his mouth the swallowed it. "All done?"
Marshall bounced and blinked. "Huh? Uh… yeah." He sighed and brushed his head fur back with his hand. "I… would appreciate it if we didn't talk about this."
Tracker chuckled, his voice sounding normal now. "Ci, yo también. Me too. My ass is going to feel sore tomorrow though," He rubbed it a few times and groaned. "But you like it? Disfrútala?"
Marshall blushed and scratched his head again as he started getting dressed. "Just… forget this happened… please?"
Tracker laughed. "Well… kinda hard to forget." Tracker, sashayed over to Marshall and pressed him against the wall then kissed his cheek. "Trata de olvidar eso, mi corazón. Try to forget. And Maybe I will. Hasta luego." Tracker disappeared into Katie's room to change over. Marshall finished dressing up only to see Tracker walking out with some of Katie's clothes on. His own in his arms.
"T-Tracker?" Marshall exclaimed.
Tracker turned and faced him then grinned, winked, and walked outside the parlor. "Don't forget to lock up." He used that light feminine voice again. Marshall watched him get into his jeep and drive away. Marshall looked down. His pants were getting tight again.
"…Fuck…"