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Djel had left it too long again. Lia would totally mock her, if she heard about this-- a perfectly fine day, bright and sunny and warm, and Djel had spent it all in the library again, poring over books. Perfect student, Lia would say-- and this frustrated Djel endlessly, because she was far from a perfect student. She was only studying so hard because the test to get into her chosen major was so difficult, and there was serious concern that Djel wouldn't make the cut.

This was what was on Djel's mind, as she boarded the very last train back home-- a sullen set of thoughts that kept her drawn inward, sparing little focus on the world around her. It was twice as frustrating, because she'd intended to spend the day outside, too. She was dressed accordingly, the lightweight sundress moving slightly in the artificial breeze piped occasionally around the traincar. Now that night had fallen, and she was underground in the subway besides, it was far too cool for such light clothing. The chill rose the fur on the back of her neck.

Or-- was it the chill? Drawing herself inwards instinctively, Djel found a different kind of discomfort spreading across her, something less to do with the temperature. It was an uncomfortable awareness, like someone was looking at her, watching her...

Nervously, she swept the train-car with her eyes. This late, it was mostly abandoned- just a few other people as keen on their own thoughts as she'd been a moment ago. Her eyes passed over them, until she glimpsed a figure behind her in the silver mirror-like molding of the traincar's ceiling. A stallion, huge and imposing, seated diagonally behind her with his knees spread wide, eyes focused on her. She gulped, instantly stiffening. She couldn't help herself from looking over her shoulder, and she realized how much of a mistake that was when her wide eyes met his sharp ones. He smirked, flaring his nostrils, lifting his lip just so slightly as he smelled the air. Her stomach clenched, a chill ran through her spine-- a chill that settled in the pit of her belly, oddly warm and exciting.

That scared her almost much as his gaze did.

She forced her gaze away, staring at the train's route: this was a commuter train, and it had a few more stops within the city before it would travel on for another hour without stopping, to the end of its line. Hers was the last stop within the city, but that was still several stops away, and even without looking she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back. Unconsciously, she leaned against the pole beside her, willing it to swallow her whole. What did he want, staring at her like that? She tried to tell herself she didn't know, just as she tried to tell herself that the warmth in her belly wasn't spreading, wasn't making her limbs warm, wasn't sending that heat strait between her legs.

Well, there were other people in this car. He wouldn't dare try things around witnesses, would he? She risked another glance at the silvery strip above her: he was smirking widely now, leaning back with his legs spread wide, nostrils flared. She clenched her thighs together and leaned closer to the pole, but she couldn't look away, couldn't tear her eyes from the reflection of his. She was frozen there, oddly aware that she was the prey here, despite being a hybrid of canine and gryphon.

She was jolted from this thought by the sensation of the train slowing down, its wheels screeching. This wasn't her stop, but the two other passengers of the train car were standing and-- quite oblivious to her situation-- disembarking. She was alone with him now! She tensed, muscles quivering, on the edge of a flight response-- did she disembark too, despite the fact that it would leave her stranded on this platform two stops away from home? Was it worth risking a walk home in these clothes, or staying in the traincar with the stallion?

She didn't make a decision quick enough. The doors slid shut with a cheerful little 'ding', and the train lurched forward, the stallion surging to his feet in the same motion. Djel's heart was pounding, and she gulped, hearing each step behind her clearly as he approached. She didn't dare move, hoping against hope that perhaps she might have got this wrong, that he hadn't noticed her.

She felt his warmth come to a stop behind her, heard him inhale, felt his breath on her neck as he knelt over her. Gods he was huge, twice her size. His muzzle was warm against her neck. "I can smell you." he said, and then put his teeth against her shoulder, pressing slightly, licking her, tasting her.

There was something about the smell of him, about the feel of his tongue, that was.. unusual. Djel tried to place it, but her mind was not cooperating. His words, the smell of him, the feel of his huge body against her back, all of it sent a jolt strait to her cunt. She whined, aware that the fur on her thighs was damp; she'd soaked through her panties already. Subconsiously she opened her legs slightly, and he seemed to take this as a sign; the stallion stepped up behind her, pressing his body against her back, one hand coming to her hip and pulling her against him. He pressed her ass against his lap, where she could feel his cock hardening-- it was just coming out of his sheath now, and it was larger than anything she'd ever had already. That would never fit, she thought wildly, and jerked forward instinctively.

The stallion's other hand prevented her from going far- he pulled back on her hips, grinding her ass against the hardening cock through both of their clothes, and then slid it down her thigh, grabbing at the cloth of her sundress. He hiked it up until it was above the waistband of her panties, under which he slid his massive hand, straining them tight as he slid his fingers towards her sopping wet lips. She felt him smirk against her neck. "Ready for me already?" he asked, sliding her lips between his fingers and rolling them. Her brain sent frantic messages to her legs, telling her to close them, to push away, but instead she opened her legs wider, leaning back slightly. "Good girl." he chuckled, and the words sent an unexpected thrill through her. She liked to be a good girl--- no, no, she didn't, this was wrong, what was_happening_ to her?

The train was slowing again, as he slid one finger farther, circling her hole. "Is this your stop?"

"W-what?" she asked, not expecting the question.

"Answer me when I speak to you." he said, roughly shoving the finger inside of her. she bucked her hips, squeezing against it, and whining.

"N-no! The next one." she cried desperately. He smirked again, thrusting the finger in and out of her; she opened her legs, straddling his hand and gasping. The other hand loosened its grip on her hip and slid down to join the other one, ripping the fabric of her underwear in the process. Those rough fingers sought out her clit, rolling it around mercilessly against one rough pad as his other hand added another finger to the one plunging in and out of her. Wet, squelching, obscene noises filled the car from that act alone, covering the sound of the the train stopping, the doors opening and closing, the ding that announced it leaving another platform. "Hungry little cunt, aren't you." he said, roughly.

"Please, please--" Djel cried out. She liked to think she was begging for him to stop, but her cunt clenched hungrily around the fingers breaching it, the warmth spreading. Two of his fingers were wider than anything she'd ever fucked. She ground down on them, clenching spasmodically, so so close--

and then he removed his fingers and stepped away. She grasped the pole in front of her, stunned and wild-eyed, aware of a frustrating chill on her dripping lips, and a frustrating emptiness inside of her. Eyes full of question, she looked up at the stallion, who was smirking even wider now. He put one of his drenched fingers into his mouth, licked it thoughtfully. She could see the outline of his massive cock through his pants. "I'm giving you a choice." he said, voice amused at her frustration. "When this train stops, you can get off and go home and never ever see me again." He licked another finger, slowly, narrowing his eyes. "Or you can stay here, and I will fuck you, and then I will take you home with me and you'll be my little slave." She was silent for a long moment, her brain catching up to this, and then the train began to slow.

It was now, now or never. She could escape. She could be free of this and go home and be safe and try to forget any of this had ever ever happened. But even as she thought this, her blood pulsed with the strange energy that followed his scent, and her cunt clenched on open air hungrily. She whined, took a step towards the door as it opened, and then another, and then another, all the way to the next pole, and then--

stopped.

shaking.

She stood, frozen. Glanced over her shoulder. This was happening in seconds, but it seemed much longer-- and then the doors were sliding shut, giving that little ding, and the train was moving.

This time, he didn't pause behind her when he closed the distance-- just took two big steps, and pulled her against him, one hand grabbing her dress. He tugged it, slowly; she watched the fabric strain as he lowered his head again, speaking into her neck. "You will call me sir, or daddy." He growled low. The dress tore from strap to hem, releasing the breasts that it had barely contained within the top panel. Her nipples were treacherously hard, bright pink through the delicate cream and white of the soft fur there. He pushed her forward, and she grabbed the bar in front of her, suddenly bereft as he stepped away.

"Spread. Let me see you. Keep hold of the bar."

Her scaled hands-- one of the few legacies of the gryphon in her heritage-- gripped the pole tightly, as she spread her legs, feeling the traincar's breeze against her naked fur and feathers, teasing the remnants of the dress that hung off one shoulder. He felt his hands on her, stroking her back, running his fingers through the glossy purple and cream and white fur mixed with the occasional feathers. The hands reached the small of her back, pulled her curled tail away from its normal resting place to reveal her ass. There, the hands dipped down and spread the cheeks; her pucker clenched in response to the cold. He drew a finger down it, pressing there lightly only for a second, and then traveling down further, to the lips still wet and dripping. She dare not look up for a reaction, but he hummed in apparent approval. The finger trailed delicately across her opening, and she swallowed a whine, shuddering, trying to suppress the tiniest of bucks her hips gave. He hadn't told her to move.

The stallion noticed, laughed, and shoved one finger inside the dripping hole, plunging it in and out a few times before removing it again. She couldn't suppress a whine here, but what he was doing was not a mystery for long; the sound of rustling cloth and a zipper were too-loud in the otherwise silent traincar.

She wanted, desperately, to see the cock as it was revealed-- a fact that shamed her. A second later, and she felt it against her back-- heavy and massive, nearly the size of her small torso. It had to be over a foot; a monster! It was hot against her back, dribbling pre against the soft feathers and fur of her back. "Ah, sweet girl. I can't wait to put this inside you." he said, voice low and excited. Threat, promise, both? She was shamefully aware of a drip from her pussy falling to the ground, audible in a puddle that she hadn't known she'd created.

The stallion reached around an pulled her back up against him, one hand going strait for her exposed breasts, the other moving down to her neglected cunt. This time, without preamble, it was three fingers shoving their way inside her-- she gasped in slight pain, clenching down. His teeth closed gently on her neck again, as one finger massaged the breast and the other mercilessly stretched her. He said nothing, but his thoughts were plenty clear from the cock that was rubbing against her back, leaking pre all over her shoulder blades. Her cunt worked to take the fingers, her hips bucking back and forth, and these movements drove that thick cock between the cheeks of her ass. He'd barely shoved them all the way inside her, those three fingers, before he'd started spreading them out, straining the hole with each movement. She gave a pained whine, and he growled, savagely shoving them deep inside her. This hurt, particularly when he spread the fingers again, but was accompanied by a bright burst of pleasure-- he'd hit something inside her that she hadn't known was there, and her reaction was unmistakable. She clenched and jerked back, spreading her legs wide over his hand. Against the hot length of his shaft, her cheeks clenched and her asshole puckered. The stallion chuckled, began to plunge the fingers deep again, not giving her a chance to recover, brutal and merciless. He was going to pull this orgasm out of her, because she was his and so were all of her reactions. Her cunt clenched tight against his fingers-- he couldn't wait to feel that on his cock, a thought that was accompanied by a burst of pre into the dangling edges of her long hair. She was sobbing, but not with fear or sadness-- with frustration. Sweat was beginning to weigh down the fur of her back-- sweat, and his own precum. It was a primordial relief when she did come, her body jerking back against his as her vagina spasmed, squeezing his fingers almost so tight it was painful. He released her shoulder, which he'd kept his teeth on, and hissed "Good girl" into her ear. Still, though, he didn't stop his hand from plunging those three fingers inside her, despite her desperate overstimulated cry-- he continued thrusting for a few seconds more, while her tired cunt continued to spasm haphazardly, and then shoved inside in two final sharp jerks, wordlessly emphasizing what it meant, that she belonged to him.

The stallion let Djel rest for a second, shaking and breathing heavily, leaning back against him. He let his hands move, one down from the breast and the other up from her mound, to rest on her hips, holding her ass steady against his bobbing erection.

Djel was experiencing the world in euphoric fragments. She was aware of the the flutter of cold air against hard nipples and sweaty fur, of how electric her exhausted body felt, the heat radiating up from her pussy, the heat of her Master against her ass, the aching emptiness of her vagina. Other thoughts, other hesitations, had all been wiped away in the intense orgasm he had just milked from her body. When the stallion shifted away, and she felt the huge flattish tip of his glans being rubbed against her ass a second later, she could barely muster the coherence to remember to be scared, to remember her certainty that the giant cock would never fit inside her. Something else, though, was excited, was hungry for whatever else her new master was going to do to her.

The Stallion guided his huge member down, sliding it between her quivering lower lips and thighs. Djel looked down instinctively, seeing its huge dusky brown and pink mottled surface jutting well out past her belly, dripping an insistent stream of clear liquid. He humped his hips a few times, dragging the top of his heavy shaft slowly across her pussy. The very top of the glans caught against the edge of her entrance with each drag, pushing through with her lips to either side of the top, adding her own juices to its length. She reached down one hand and stroked the cock as it emerged, her hand unable to close around it. The stallion hummed approval at this act of initiative, and then dragged out against her one more time, pulling away slowly. Clear streamers of mixed fluid came away with the cock as he pulled it completely away, connecting them for a second before breaking. "Mmm," he hummed with approval, "Present yourself, sweet girl." He intended to watch every second of this first time he'd breach her tight pussy.

"Y-yes Daddy." It took her Djel a second to make sense of this command, but she leaned forward again, arching her back and rising slightly to her tip-toes, so that he had a view of her hip from his position. Her breathing sped up, as she clung to the metal pole. He had his cock in his hand, was rubbing it against her mound and lips, coating her in his pre. A second later and cockhead was against her hole, insistent and firm and huge. She'd been right to be worried; the huge flattish glans pressed hard against the entrance, making no progress for several long seconds, the soft ends of it boughing slightly. The stallion was patient, however, and it eventually pushed through with a lewd pop and a small shriek from Djel, her walls suddenly spread wide to accommodate this huge intruder.

His fingers were nothing compared to his cock, which strained her opening into a wide oval molded around the exact contours of his shape. He didn't give her time to relax, too entranced by the vision that was his length disappearing inch by inch into her tiny, straining pussy. Despite her obvious discomfort, whimpering and panting, Djel opened her legs wider, trying to accommodate him as best she could. He reached the end of her passage slightly before the medial ring, and here he paused for a second, enjoying the grasping tightness of the vagina around him. He ran his hands along her back, letting the soft sweaty fur travel through his fingers. He let the hands trail down around her ass, and then pulled her hips to him again. "Look at you, beautiful slut." he said, voice low with pleasure, drawing himself nearly out of her and then thrusting forwards again. "Haven't even got half of me yet," this punctuated by a hard jolt against her cervix, the little button a tantalizing frustration against his glans. "You'll take the rest like a proper whore." He was pounding her mercilessly, driving further into her body. Djel bucked against him wildly, helpless to stop him, trying to do best to just take it. She felt so full already, her cunt grasping at him hungrily, trying to pull him deeper. The warmth of orgasm was building again, mingled with the pain of his harsh thrusts and the increasing thickness of the base of him.

He was succeeding in jamming more of himself into her. The straining lips had just swallowed his medial ring, and he could feel the spongy tissue of her cervix boughing. He wasn't like a canine, whose tapered cockhead might be able to tease its way through such a barrier-- no, he had to burst his way through, blunt and furious, and that's what he intended to do. The wet sound of their fucking was loud in the empty traincar, the jagged short thrusts a staccato mixed with Djel's desperate cries.

The small hybrid shrieked again as the stallion struck home; he shoved through her internal opening, even tighter than her external lips, and thrust all the way forward with a harsh noise of victory, burying himself inside that tiny cunt as far as he could go. He held her there for a moment, Djel with her back arched and gasping, writhing on his cock, her small movements a delicious array of sensations. "Do you like this, little whore?"

He got no response, Djel being distracted, so he drew himself almost entirely out and then slammed home again, smashing his hips against hers. "I said," repeating the action with every word, "do you like this, little whore?"

Djel was almost hysterical with sensation. The feeling of sudden near-emptiness and then the punishing drag of glans and shaft made her nerve ending delirious. "Yes, ah, yes, fuck!" Each time the edges of his glans caught on her stretched cervix. She could feel the hot spurts of pre, could see the shape of his cock through her belly as he filled her womb with cock. She ground down against him hungrily, rolling his cock through her small body. He obliged with deep thrusts, his hands trailing across her front. One took up massaging her breasts again, and the other went for her clit, flicking the little nub in time with his thrusts. Her orgasm had been delicious against his fingers; it would be better now. And, indeed, it was: she came with a keening sound, jerking her hips sporadically as her pussy spasmed wildly. He drew out again thrust back inside, slow and heavy, dragging his glans against all the sensitive spots inside her body as she came, pushing the orgasm just that much farther and enjoying the sensation of her spasming across all of his cock. He'd chosen this little slut well.

He stroked her back again, enjoying the sensation of her cunt milking his cock, and then pushed her forward as the clenching began to slow. He didn't give her warning as he changed pace, just began to pound against her with renewed vigor, hands moving to her hips again to pull her against him, nearly lifting her with the force of his movements. He was close now, his thrusts becoming jagged and deep, egged on by Djel's overwhelmed twitching and the way her vagina was stil clasping, trying to draw him deeper. With a couple of powerful final thrusts, he pressed his hips against hers as his balls drew up into his body, releasing his copious load into her body. She could feel the glans flare out as he buried himself as deeply as he could, could feel the hot ropes of cum pressing against what was already full. They were molded too closely together for more than a trickle to escape between them, and so it pressed inward instead, distending her belly as his balls emptied themselves.

They stayed like that for several long seconds, until his cock was twitching only feebly and starting to get soft. Only then did he step away, cock slurping out of her with a wet noise and a spray of cum. Djel was shuddering, panting, blissed out and overwhelmed, leaning with her breasts pressed in to the pole in front of her, largely oblivious to the torrent of cum pouring from her cunt. It was still winking with post-orgasm, and each time it pulsed, it pushed out more thick fluid from deep inside her, a steady ooze trickling down her leg and forming a puddle beneath her. "Look at you, little whore," his voice was almost crooning, as he used two fingers to spread apart her lips, getting a better look at the oozing hole, still stretched wide thanks to the sheer size of him. "You're a mess." He swirled one finger into her, smearing his jizz around her abused hole with a sense of pride. "Did you have a good time?" When she didn't answer right away, he exchanged the single finger with three of them, shoving inside roughly three times, spreading the fingers to enjoy the stretch of her abused hole. "Answer me, slut, your daddy asked you a question." He found that spot inside her aching passage again, still spongy from its recent activity. Cum was bubbling out from between his fingers, as she clenched in that that exhausted stiff way, body tightening and straining with the effort of an orgasm so close to one just previous.

"Yes, daddy, yes!" she cried, wanton and breathless and gasping, jerking lewdly against his fingers. She was his, and she knew it, and she loved it. His cock had just battered this hole, left it streaming with the cum burbling from it, and still she was clinging to his fingers, helpless and obedient and his.

"Good girl. And do you know what that means, that you belong to me?" he stretched his fingers wide, painfully, to see the aroused passage he'd recently dragged his dick through. He added a fourth finger and pounded in at the spot again, pushing her exhausted body closer one rough press at a time.

"Do-do whatever you want with me!" she gasped, "Fill me with your cock and your cum!" She was tight and stiff across all of her now, focused on the overwhelming sensation radiating from the one spot he was striking inside her. "And I want it, I want your cock and your cum and aah!" and there it was, the overstimulated orgasm that crashed through her whole body, wracking it in large jers, leaving her cunt fluttering tiredly and the rest of her twitching. She sagged, panting, as he withdrew his hand and presented it before her muzzle. The train began slow for a last time as she sucked the fingers into her mouth, licking the mixed fluids off of them.

This was their stop.