Some people say that a single collision with someone can change your life forever. Finn doesn't necessarily believe in that logic, but he goes believe that it can, at least, change the course of a day. As it just so happened, Finn did bump into someone...and the results were catastrophic. "My ice cream!" The boy before him had to be no older than 8 or 9, and reminded him quite a lot of a certain Dalmatian he knew-- though this boy, obviously, was a completely different species. He was a young red panda, with a messy mop of dark brown hair and a fairly slender figure for his age. There was no real other defining features of him, apart from his grimacing expression and bright purple eyes, but Finn's focus was more on the ruined ice cream. The majority of it was on the floor, but in their collision it had managed to catch the boy's shirt, leaving a messy splotch of white. "Ah, sorry kid..." Finn began awkward, adjusting the bags he had in his hand as he crouched. "I'll make it up to you. Where'd you buy the ice cream from?" For a moment the red panda pouted nad looked visibly annoyed, but he seemed to relax a little when Finn made his intentions clear. As he pointed in the direction of the place he'd come from, the hybrid man raised his head in an effort to find out exactly where the boy's parents were...yet there was no-one nearby who was identifiable. "Where's your mom?" Finn asked. "...Or your dad?" "At home." The boy muttered, and Finn narrowed his eyes. "And you're out here all by yourself?" He continued, and the red panda nodded, being truthful. "...Alright, fine. I'll get you some ice cream, as an apology for bumping into you, then take you home. Okay?" "Okay, mister!" The boy seemed happy with the outcome and Finn, aware he was about to spend even more money than he already had, gestured the red panda onwards. He followed along behind the 8-year-old, bags in hand-- the hybrid had recently just done a bit of shopping...mostly getting some games that had recently released, but he also picked up some non-perishable groceries and a few snacks, since he'd been running out. That didn't matter in that moment though, considering he had a wrong to right. The red panda, which Finn had found out to be called Short after coaxing it out of him, stopped before a small ice cream truck that had been sitting some distance away. Finn didn't ask the kid where he'd gotten his money from, or why he was out all by himself, and simply did what was necessary to pay the boy back; he rummaged through his pocket for a note, and got Short to point out what he wanted. The owner of the stall seemed to recognise the cub and made a joke about him dropping his ice cream, as was obvious by the front of his shirt. The boy looked embarrassed, but pleased when he was handed another one, which Finn naturally paid for. With that, most of Finn's job was done...but he didn't like the idea of the 8-year-old wandering around without supervision, and so got the cub to follow him down the street, back towards the large parking lot. He fully intended the get the boy in his car, find out where he lived, and take him home...but there was a tiny snag in that plan, by way of boy's small bladder. They'd only walked for a short amount of time, pun intended, before the red panda began to squirm on the spot. He'd already devoured that ice cream they'd bought a couple of minutes ago, and Finn could tell from the way he shifted as he walked that he felt uncomfortable. Luckily, Finn knew a public bathroom was up ahead, just off the main path of the high street. "Do you need to pee?" Finn asked, and Short visibly jumped, embarrassed, before he nodded. He looked sheepish as Finn led him from the main street down a small path, effectively taking the shortcut to where the bathroom was. After barely a minute they were there-- it was a quaint little spot, mostly made of brick, wedged between the back end of two large buildings that were probably stores, though it was hard to tell. One thing to note was how quiet it was, however; this bathroom wasn't used often, due to how difficult it was to find. "I, um..." The boy began awkwardly at first and wriggled on the spot. "It's a little spooky...could you come in with me?" Finn stared at him for a moment, before a wicked smile spread across his lips. He knew exactly what the boy wanted. ---------- x x x ---------- "H-Hah, wait, that's..." Short huffed quietly and tried to suppress a groan, but there was no way to stop the whimper that escaped his mouth as Finn's fingers quickened and bounced on the red panda's little auburn-coloured cock. It was a good thing this particular public bathroom was never used; Short could moan as much as he wanted, and no-one would find out-- the fact that they were in a small, cramped stall helped matters as well. "You like that?" Finn murmured, pressing his muzzle to the boy's neck...he does that a lot, but maybe he was just a neck-kissing kind of guy. "Does it feel good?" The red panda didn't reply audible, but he fervent nodded up and down, and with a growl Finn continued, pumping and pistoning his hand as the red panda gyrated against it, his body trembling from the pleasure. Of course, it wasn't just Short enjoying himself; Finn was still fully clothed, but that didn't stop him grinding the front of his bulging jeans against the boy's naked behind, all whilst the red panda stretched his legs out and curled his toes, his underwear and shorts hanging off of one ankle. The boy's moans quickly became heavier the faster Finn's hand stroked, and the combined effort of his peppering muzzle and grinding hips only seemed to add to it, from what the hybrid could guess, though those actions were purely for his own pleasure. He started to growl and grunt against the red panda's ear and the boy's cock eagerly twitched in his hand as a result, turned on by his carnal noises, his lust. Whether it was Short's intention or not to rile him before getting Finn to come into the bathroom with him, there was no stopping the hybrid now. The 8-year-old began to moan with an audible greater intensity and Finn moaned alongside him, though he wasn't nearly as close as the boy was. Still, it seemed to encourage the cub, who started to gyrate just a little harder as one hand clutched around Finn's stroking wrist, the other holding onto the hybrid's leg. He stiffened and shuddered, and Finn sighed against him as he felt the boy climaxing-- if his little squeaks and whimpers weren't enough indication, that pulsing little meat in his hand all but confirmed it, though it was dry and lacked any sort of moisture. Finn's hand slowed and Short relaxed, leaning back against him and panting tiredly. For a moment, Finn admired that little twitching cock resting against the length of his fingers, before he withdrew his hand, trailing it further down and deliberately sneaking it under the cub's balls, right between his legs. "Mmh...I should take you home." Finn sounded defeated, but he knew better than to let things go on longer than they should. Short made a noise that the man could only define as 'defiant', perhaps even 'disappointed', before the boy wriggled. "But you haven't..." He trailed off, and Finn's eyes widened, take by surprise. He licked his lips as a hand reached down between them, wrestling with the button of his pants. He only hoped that no-one would come in at that moment-- if they did, he wouldn't be able to silence the boy's fervent, pleasured moans quick enough.