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First Time with Frisky Ferals

For Kiingdrgn

By Draconicon

Darius was something of an exotic dragon. Blue-scaled as many icy dragons were, he had ice flares along the end of his tail, along his chest, and even around his crotch. These shards necessitated the wearing of various baggy or draping clothes, something that wouldn't rip when they passed over the shards, and that in turn made him look all the more interesting from a distance.

Up close, he was a bit less interesting, but still someone that would stand out from the crowd. The white that most people assumed was hair was more of the crystalline ice structures, though of a smoother style than what covered the rest of his body. He had a fine face, masculine and strong-looking, and his body had enough muscle to look tough without dipping into the level of masculine muscle overdose. His wings were thick and ice-blue, and they were tipped with gold claws at the joint at the tip, and his legs were built in the style of ferals, allowing him a strut whenever he walked.

All in all, he was built for the business of standing out, so when times got tough and he signed up to be a sex worker - something that had been legalized during a recent pandemic to allow people to keep making money - he felt like he had a chance of making decent bank. Decent, at least, if he could get over the idea of actually putting himself under someone else.

Darius looked down at his phone, then up at the apartment block that he had been called to. The app had been pinged from this location, and the other user - a registered feral, something that was more than a little intimidating on its own - had yet to send him any more information about what he'd be doing.

Here's hoping I'm not making a mistake...

He wasn't too worried about this being a police sting. That sort of thing had happened after the pandemic stopped, back when lawmakers were on the fence about whether to make sex work illegal again, but that had ceased fairly soon afterwards when civil rights lawyers got together and made it a pet project of theirs.

No, that wasn't a worry. The bigger worry was the client.

Darius hadn't had much experience with ferals. They were part of the day to day life of everyone out there, he knew. The uplifted ones - remnants of an experiment, some said, while others just said that evolution had finally gotten around to them - were very different to the gentle animals that people had gotten along with for a while. The ferals had a long-standing grudge against the anthros, mostly because their feral ancestors had been little better off than slaves. The fact that there were still a great deal of dumb ferals out there that were 'exploited', as they saw it, and even some intelligent ones that got cut down by mistake in the meat plants, meant that there was often bad blood there.

Reminding himself that he was a dragon, and that he could handle most of the physical issues, Darius made himself take that first step up the stairs that led to the front door, and then inside.

Ping. There was the address. Second floor, up the disability ramp, and then two doors down. He nodded, making his way there.

One knock later, and the door opened. It was a feral, alright, a feral horse that had opened the door with his mouth. Darius stepped in, looking at him, and immediately his heart started sinking.

Shit...holy shit...

There was a rather massive member sticking out of the horse's sheath, one that looked like it would be able to reach all the way from the dragon's ass up to his lungs, if not further. He gulped at the sight, and then looked away from the hefty thing to the stallion's face.

Despite being an intelligent feral, the horse didn't look any different from a dumb one. He had the same big, slightly dull eyes, had the same long face, had the same mouth -

"Get over to the living room. There's a sling waiting for you."

But he talked, and that was the thing that set him apart. Talking, and thinking. Thinking, and talking.

And having a bank account, which was why he was able to -

Realizing that his thoughts were rambling, Darius shook his head and took his instructions as a whore should. He reached down, pulling off his shirt and jacket in one tug, tucking them under his arm as he walked along. The clip-clop of the horse's hooves followed him, and he tried not to think of that huge dick that he knew was waiting for him under the big male.

Just keep thinking of the paycheck. Think of the fucking paycheck.

He was on the verge of pant-panicking as they reached the living room. The actual sling was set relatively low, closer to the floor than it would have been for someone that was more two-legged, but he supposed that was required with the height difference between them. The big horse was positively massive, and while that meaty dick was definitely bigger than the average anthro shaft, he had seen that it was positioned so that just standing and bending-over would not give the right angle.

He had to be on his belly in that and...and that was going to be a bit scary.

Darius tossed his clothes onto the floor, and began pulling his pants off. He hesitated for a moment as he saw the angry expression on his client's face, something almost hateful, but he knew better than to stop. One bit of hesitation could lead to a bad review, and he doubted that he'd get many more clients when they saw the sort of things that were left on his profile. No, he had to go through with it.

He barely had his pants off and kicked away before he was headbutted forward. The blue dragon yelped as he landed face-first on the sling, budged up with a few more headbutts before the horse stepped over him.

Feeling the stallion's cock rubbing against his ass, he realized just how huge it really was. He'd thought that it was big seeing it hanging down, but feeling it back there now made it feel almost like a fist against his pucker. He hissed in anxious fear, and it got worse when the stallion clicked his teeth together, snapping them with a harsh clack over the dragon's head.

"You know how long I've been waiting to fuck one of you two-leggers?"

"I...I don't..."

"Too long. You guys, walking around like you're the only smart people around, the only real people...heh...let's see how you like being on the bottom for a change."

Now, Darius had managed to sneak a little lube into his ass before he went out on the job. That was just part of what was recommended. But that wasn't going to be nearly enough without the chance to stretch. He tried to squirm forward, but those thick hooves came down, one on each shoulder, and if the sling hadn't been as flexible as it was, he would have been driven right into the floor.

"Who said you could move, huh? We're doing this my way. Mine. And nobody else's."

Darius groaned, and then the air to make any other sound was punched right out of him. One thrust, and that fat, flaring tip went right into his guts, pushing every bit of air that he had in his lungs out with the impact. He tried to suck it back in, but the sheer size of that feral cock felt like it was pushing down on every inch of his insides, preventing his lungs from inflating, hell, preventing his stomach from churning.

It pulled out slowly, and it felt like it was dragging his guts out with it, pulling on his inner walls, dragging at his intestines. Darius wheezed, trying to get the air to beg for the horse to stop -

"NNNGH!"

Only for it to be kicked right out of him again on the next thrust. A harsh slam in, a slow pull back, and then again, and again, and again, each time knocking his insides around. Darius groaned and panted, holding onto every bit of air that he could get as his asshole was turned into something that no longer resembled an orifice so much as a gaping opening.

He could feel the stallion's leathery balls bouncing off of his own, and he coughed as he felt the flared head going right into his guts. He felt it pushing through his stomach, could feel it making a bulge between him and the sling beneath him. In, out, in, out, the horse's thrusts went. They were brutal, feral in all the wrong ways, and his hole felt like it was being broken down further and further with each thrust.

The little bit of lube that he had inside of him was wasted, pulled out and scraped out of him like it was so much inferior seed for the feral stallion. In, out, in, out, each thrust pushing that bit deeper, raking over his prostate for a hint of pleasure before the sheer bulk of it felt like it was turning him into a living condom. He was just a thing for that big, meaty rod to fill, and it was doing that better than it had any right to.

In, out, in, out, each thrust going faster than the one before it, those huge balls like battering rams against his smaller pair, pushing against them and making it worse. He groaned as he felt completely unmanned, outclassed by the horse's big package. Each thrust robbed him of his breath faster than he could get it, his hole burning, stretching, expanding, his cock...his cock hard, but not from pleasure. It was biology, pure and simple, his body refusing to go soft while something was grinding on that button in his ass.

He wheezed, trying to find the safe word, but there was none. There was only horse cock, horse cock breaking his ass as the feral wheezed over him, too. That big barrel chest pressed down on his back, pinning him between sling and horse as that cock ground him open.

In, out, in, out...and in.

The feral whinnied over him, suddenly spasming, cumming hard inside of him. He felt the first shot, and felt a hint of relief. Then the second, then third, then fourth, and he started to worry.

The fifth, sixth, and seven came after that, and his belly gurgled, swelling, and he burped and tasted cum on his breath. He groaned, covering his mouth, but still the flood kept on coming.

His belly swelled from the sheer amount of seed, and he felt like a mare that had been bred by her stud. By the time that the big male was done, Darius felt like he'd had a bowling ball stuffed into his guts, something that was stuck in there by some sort of plug as the stallion finally pulled out.

"Fucking two-leggers..."

Darius had no words. He didn't have the strength to get up, and he eventually had to be rolled out by the stallion himself. He landed in the hallway, groaning and moaning, and he laid there, hand over his belly, shivering.

Okay...no more...no more ferals...

The End