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Spermatosaurus Problems For Mohrahk By Draconicon

With Vasilisa still angry at him, the sergal had little access to any real information to the whole 'Spermatosaurus' situation. Moh would have asked the one the Kotyavr had cured if there was anything he could explain about the whole problem, but Vasilisa had pulled the other guy off to the side, taking him home instead of the sergal.

Which left him blue-balled and in a bit of a sticky situation.

Moh had waited in the forest, half-hoping that his companion would come back so he could properly apologize, but she never did. After a half-hour of waiting, he finally gave in, making his way home.

It was both a bit embarrassing and a bit arousing to be walking through the woods without clothes on. He didn't know what had happened to them, whether they had ripped during part of the sexual rutting he'd done during his transformation, whether she had taken them as petty revenge, but they were nowhere to be found. Still, it was...nice. Nice to be walking in the moonlight with nothing on. It was sexy.

Sexy enough that his ever-hard cock continued to throb with every step he took, at least, and sexy enough that his cock was dripping down onto the ground as he made his way through the forest. The smell of his own pheromones only added to his arousal, and he groaned as he kept shaking the need to rut out of his mind.

Or, well, he tried. It wasn't exactly easy to keep his thoughts focused on anything when there was no one around to distract him. He could hear the sounds of the night creatures in the woods around him, but that wasn't really a distraction, and nor were the sounds of cars off in the distance. Nothing was present enough to distract him from his dick...

And his balls...

The sergal groaned, fighting the urge to reach down and rub one out. The warning that Vasilisa had given him still stood out in his mind.

Do not jerk off. You don't know what this stuff will do if it gets eaten by some animal or if it touches something susceptible. Do not let any of it out. And most importantly, do NOT fuck anybody.

That last part was going to be the hardest one. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted to fuck really badly. The urge to rut, to mate, to push down and empty a load into a waiting hole was almost overpowering, and the constant dribble-drip from the tip of his cock did not make it any easier to ignore that. If anything, his new fertility and virility made it that much harder.

Still, he held out long enough to get out of the forest, at which point, he had a new problem.

The city he lived in was just big enough to have access to good public transit, but it was limited to overground trams, the sort that had to be caught by sitting in the well-lit stations. And it wasn't like the trams were automatic, either. If he wanted the short walk home, he'd be seen naked, and that would mean questions.

Questions that he was pretty sure that Vasilisa wouldn't want to answer when they finally called her to get him out of it.

On the other hand, it was a long, long, long way home if he walked. Probably at least two hours by foot, and that was if he took the shortcuts through the middle of the city. If he didn't, and took the long, safe way around, then it would probably take closer to three hours.

Twenty minutes by tram, three hours on foot...

The sergal lifted and lowered his hands as if weighing the options, but the answer was pretty obvious to Moh.

He made his way to the station at the end of the forest path, grabbing a lid off of the nearby garbage can and sitting down with it over his lap. The cold metal actually had the effect of making his cock go down, so that was a small positive of having picked this particular option. He glanced up at the timetables, saw that he had about five minutes to wait.

Five minutes where he was not allowed to touch his cock.

Biting his lips, the sergal looked around. There was nobody around, no people that might be on a late-night walk or trip off to a restaurant. There was only him. Only him and his throbbing member.

Mmmph...

The sergal's hands twitched, and he forced them both to sit on the top of the trashcan lid, hoping that the cold metal would at least give him something to hold onto while he was waiting. It was a small bit of relief, not much more than a simple bit of cold metal, but it kept his hands busy.

Still, he couldn't help but be aware of how naked he was, how exposed. If anyone saw him, they'd point, they'd...

Mmmph...they'd want this...

The thought was new. He blushed as he realized that he was looking under the lid at his cock again, staring at the dripping thing as it oozed over his belly, spreading his powerful musk through the air. The drippy juices were hot and sticky, holding onto his fur and matting it down, but it was...oh it felt...good...

Moh panted under his breath, the pheromones getting stronger the more that he dripped on himself. The urge to get a grip and start stroking was coming back, one of his hands going under the lid. He could feel the throbbing beneath his fingertips, the need to cum, to spurt, to breed.

"Mmmph..."

Ding ding, ding ding.

The sudden sound of a bell in the distance snapped him out of it, though only barely. He blinked through his lusty haze, staring down the tracks to see the tram coming. It was slowing down as it approached the station, and he hastily jumped to his feet, keeping his trashcan lid over his crotch.

The big gray block of metal came to a stop, the front door opening as the man inside looked him over. The tiger arched an eyebrow at him.

"What happened to you?"

"Bad date," he lied, giving he first excuse he could think of.

"Crazy lady?"

"You have no idea."

"Alright. Get in."

He nodded his thanks. The driver was being nice enough to let him on without a fare, which he hadn't even thought about until he was inside. He sat down in the mostly-empty tram, looking up and down at the other passengers.

Two males sat near the driver, a big bear and a smaller male sergal. The two of them were dressed in suits, probably coming in from a late night at work. They weren't an issue, though they gave him a look that said that they didn't entirely approve of him.

On the other end of the tram, though...

He looked the other way, his eyes taking in the female sergal. She wasn't dressed properly as a woman out on a date might be, nor did she wear much besides the skirt and fishnet stockings that covered her legs. Her top was...nearly bare, save for the pasties that she wore over her nipples.

A prostitute, was Moh's first thought.

A breeder, was his second.

His cheeks turned bright red as he felt the sudden swelling in his balls, almost like they had suddenly gone into overtime at the idea of having a female around that might be capable of having children. The urge to breed hit him hard, and his cock throbbed so hard, so fast, that it clanged off of the metal lid he held over it like a drumstick off a cymbal.

Every passenger jumped, turning to stare at him, and he blushed, laughing even as he felt the urge taking control. His thoughts were clouding over, the urge to get to his feet and walk over to that female, to grab her and throw her over the chair and start rutting her almost taking control.

Most importantly, do NOT fuck anybody.

That was what Vasilisa had told him to do, but the urge wasn't to fuck. It was to breed. That had to be okay, didn't it? That had to be something that he was allowed to do, considering that he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't.

His cock was oozing, still, dripping pre-cum along his belly and balls, and some of it was running down to the floor. He had to shift his paws around, keeping them from getting soaked from beneath, and he kept breathing in the scent that filled the air.

Fuck, fuck...

It wasn't just him, either. The other males were getting affected, their eyes glazing over, their cocks running down their pants. They were getting...really turned on, and they were starting to shift about, looking less and less focused on their phones and more and more thinking with their crotches.

The female was shifting around too, and Moh was sure that he could smell her fertile scent. She wanted something, though she had better control than the rest of them. She kept pressing her thighs together, keeping her head down.

Then, finally, she looked up. She glanced at him, and he saw the blush in her cheeks, the need in her face. Her pasties were tenting up, her nipples getting hard, and her skirt did not hide the juices that were starting to run down her thighs.

It would be so easy to go over there and take her. To mark her. To fuck her. To breed her.

Moh stood up -

And the tram came to a stop.

The sergal stumbled, almost banging his head against one of the grip-poles that hung down beside him. He panted for breath, the lid coming down and exposing his cock, exposing the sheer size of it and the fist-sized balls beneath it.

The female took one look at him and darted out the door, covering her face as she did.

No, wait! Wait. Need...breed...

He started to reach for her, only for the strange scent to slowly disappear. The female scent. The need scent. The breed scent.

It was gone, and he had...some control again. Not all of it, but some, and that was better than nothing. The sergal sat down again, covering himself as he tried to ignore the two males at the other end.

That had been too close. Even though he'd been warned not to breed, he had been within a second or two of doing just that. The fact that she probably wouldn't have wanted to do that if it wasn't for the smell in the air...

I almost raped her.

The thought sent a chilling tremor down his spine, and he covered his face with one hand. The sergal took a few deep breaths, trying to bring his heart rate back down, trying to calm down in general, but it wasn't easy when he realized how close he'd come to hurting someone like that. If the tram hadn't suddenly stopped...

If they'd been further between stops...

What if someone saw that?

The other passengers weren't paying any attention, but he remembered that some of the trams were getting cameras due to the crime that they had to deal with all the time. If there was a recording of that, of him and her -

Whipping his head around, Moh saw it. There was a little bubble that was right behind the driver, a little black ball that might just be a camera. He couldn't be sure, not without getting much closer to it, but if it was...

If it was, then he might just have a visit from the police in the morning, if not from someone much more dangerous. He gulped.

The tram came to a stop about fifteen minutes later at his station, and he walked off without a word. He kept his tail low, covering his backside as he hustled down the street, making his way up to his apartment. The dark hallways and the musty smell welcomed him home, and soon, he was back in privacy.

He dropped the lid on the floor, then flopped out on his couch. That...happened to be a mistake.

"Nnnngh...ow, ow, ow..."

The bone in his hard-on was great for keeping it up, but it was very, very bad for keeping it from getting injured if he laid on it, it seemed. He rolled over, laying on his back and trying not to touch his cock at any point. If he did, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop.

Need to call Vasilisa tomorrow, he thought. Need to tell her about the train and the camera.

He would have called her right then, but he doubted that she'd like to be interrupted with her new 'friend'. They were going to be busy for a while, and if they actually did stop to talk about anything, it wouldn't be about him.

Not when she was so busy trying to get bred, herself.

The sergal sighed, biting his lips for a moment, trying to ignore the hot need between his legs. It was not comfortable, it was not natural, and he knew that he would not get any sleep if he started jerking off. He had a bit better luck inside, knowing that he was away from all females, but not much better.

Eventually, he knew that it wasn't going to stop without taking extra measures. And there was only one thing he could do.

He went to his kitchen and pulled out a bucket from one of the cupboards. After filling it with all the ice he had, he filled it up to the brim with water, and carried it down the hall to his bathroom. Setting it in the bathtub, Moh squatted over it, took three deep breaths...

Then dunked his cock and balls right into the ice water.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The End