Civic Duty
Thanks to ijoe for arting this little story!
>Be a large theropod.
>Need cloaca serviced on a regular basis, and you can't do it yourself.
>Other theropods are rare enough that your urgency can become a... problem.
>There are clinics, but they aren't covered by most insurance, and the rates can be high.
>The government has "solved" the problem through a system similar to jury duty.
>Whenever you need it, you go to the theropod public services office, and they hand you a letter to deliver to some poor unlucky human
>Usually they're pretty upset about it, understandably.
>The whole thing is humiliating for both sides, but it's better than the alternative.
>You're feeling a particular urgent need for servicing at the moment.
>It's bad enough that you needed to call out of work and head to the TSO immediately this morning.
>Now you're standing outside the small home you've been sent to, feeling anxious and embarrassed.
>Your need is bigger than the distress, but it always takes a few minutes to work up the courage anyway.
>You summon the conviction, and stride up to the door.
>There's no bell, just a knocker.
>It says "anon", and there's an engraving on it of a theropod-like head facing right but staring left with a nervous look.
>That's interesting, maybe this is a fellow theropod's home?
>Getting one out of the duty system is like winning the lottery.
>Your heart flutters with hope as you tap the knocker.
>You hear movement inside, and you find yourself swaying your tail in anticipation.
>A theropod's house, you can't believe it!
>But the hope is dashed, and thrown into a pit when a normal male human opens the door.
>Your tail falls, and your jaw hangs a bit in angst.
>When he realizes what you are, his jaw opens as well. You know this isn't a sign of sadness in humans though, it's shock.
>The embarrassment returns with full force.
>You reach out and hand him the letter.
>Before he opens it, you turn around. You can't look at his face anymore.
>The poor guy.
>You hear a tear, and the unfolding of paper.
>He's reading the order, likely realizing this is legitimate and he's really obligated to do this
>"No fucking way", you hear him say behind you
>You squint your eyes and with a wavering voice say, "J-just follow the instructions, it'll only be an hour of your time. I'm so sorry about this."
>The paper folds, and you flinch.
>You sigh at your own fear, and just lift your tail up.
>You shouldn't be worrying so much. He'll do it, or he won't. You'll find out soon enough.
>God do you hope he just goes along with it, your need is strong now
>You've been through this dozens of times, so you know what to expect.
>Lots of awkward fumbling around, and constant pausing to check the diagrams, but eventually you'll have some relief.
Step 1: Tell the theropod to lift their tail.
>That's checked, as if you could possibly NOT lift your tail right now. At this point, keeping it down almost hurts your swollen vent.
>Ugh, this is horrible. You just turned and gave a an eyeful of yourself to a human you don't even know, and now he's going to have to h-help you, or else.
>The need makes you do crazy things, but it's still horrible. The penalty for shirking this civic duty isn't small. You're basically forcing him to do this.
Step 2: Carefully massage the outside of the vent with one hand, while holding the tail with your other hand.
>You hear the clack of folded paper falling to the ground on its side, he's dropped the instructions?
>Is he, not going to do it?
>Oh no, no no no. No way, you take it back. You don't feel bad, you NEED this.
>"Please... Don't send me away without doing anything. Whatever you're comfortable with, anything! I promise to give you a good rev-"
>Your words are cut off with a gasp when you feel hands connect with your rear end.
>The air is forced from your enormous lungs, and you stagger forward.
>He's pushing both palms firmly into the edge of your vent. In your overly sensitive state, the sensation is amazing.
>You have to take a step to keep yourself from falling, and moves with you, rubbing the delicate edge scales of your hot, puffed out sex.
>You want to be surprised, but this feeling is melting your mind.
>It's been weeks. You first felt the pang a few days ago, but you ignored it, tried to push it away.
>It grew within you, over the last several days, until the need grabbed every idle moment of your time
>It always did.
>You can't ignore your body, and now you're wondering why you tried.
>You feel him push his palms inward firmly from the left and right edges of your vent.
>His dexterous thumbs dive into the opening and drag across the inner lip.
>You go totally stiff as a lightning bolt fires through your body. The wave of pleasure follows close behind, and warms you into a haze of cotton.
>His thumbs draw circles across your sensitive outer fold while his fingers grip and his palms massage.
>This is more than any human has ever given you. Hell, it's almost as good as what a male of your own species does.
>Before you can settle into the feeling, he gives a hard rub inwards, then grabs the top lip of your vent and lifts.
>Step 3: Use the palm of your hand to press into the vent while making a circular motion.
>You can feel a coolness on your inner sex, the touch of air hitting the exposed cloaca.
>You feel him come in closer, his clothed legs brush your ankle.
>Then you hear him take a deep breath, and sigh with contentment.
>Your brain hasn't really caught up yet, but you instinctively know what's happening.
>The male is taking your scent.
>This thought fills you, that he's enjoying your body, and wants you.
>You realize this isn't obligation. It's not civic duty. He wanted this before you handed over the letter.
>The last shreds of hesitation you still had are blown away by this understanding. They're sent into the maelstrom of pleasure building in your body, and only serve to amplify it now.
>He pulls in closer, and your attention snaps back.
>Suddenly and swiftly, he buries his face into your wide open sex.
>Heavy spikes of pleasure and fire plow through you as he starts kissing and suckling the opening to your depths with a passionate fire of his own.
>The sensation of fuzziness returns in the wake of each wave that strikes your body.
>You can't really feel the world anymore, just the hot relief from the painful tension you've been suffering under.
>You're starting forward, but your eyes have become glassy, unfocused.
>You try to say something, anything. "Thank you", "take me", "more", but you're far beyond being able to speak.
>Instead, the words catch in your throat, which makes a heavy rumbling growl instead.
>Humans are usually frightened by growling. It's not a polite thing to do.
>This isn't a normal human though. The growl only makes him redouble his efforts.
>Step 4: When the theropod indicates they're ready, use your tail hand to rub the base of it. Combined with vent rubbing, this will stimulate orgasm.
>His hands, which were still holding the top lip of your vent until now, release it.
>They find their way to your hips, and start massaging them.
>His small hands are surprisingly good at massaging. The tender muscle adds an aching pleasantness to mix with the rest as he continues his oral attention.
>He's working his way up, and you know what's coming.
>The timing is perfect. The waves of pleasure crashing into you are getting stronger, and stronger
>He's passionately kissing your now sopping wet cloaca, and pressing towards the vagina inside.
>He seems to know his way around, and he's ready for you.
>His hands are inching towards your tail. Closer, and closer
>The anxiety from before is building. Your need isn't quenched anymore, and is rising through the still constant pleasure.
>It's growing bigger. Bigger than you. Larger than you can stand.
>You can't take it anymore. Your mind is blank, the torment of need has consumed you.
>There's a pressure like you've never felt before pushing against every bit of your being.
>Every scale is buzzing, every breath is ice. Nothing makes any sense. The only thing that's real is the mountain of tightness and you're flying up.
>In your mind's eye you're going up it at a blistering pace, but the peak is always just a little bit further.
>His hands clamp the base of your tail hard, and rub with all the strength he can manage.
>You slam straight into the mountain peak. The tension in you explodes, and you avalanche down the other side.
>Your vagina is pushed up to the entrance of your cloaca, and onto his waiting lips.
>He latches onto it, kissing wide and pushing his tongue into you.
>The edges of your vision go dark, and streaks of light fly through the empty space.
>You feel like you're a point of numbness floating in space, with dancing stars all around.
>Step 5: Get out of the way! An orgasming theropod can lose control of their body for a short period. Be careful even if your theropod is smaller than you.
>The feeling of blank euphoria lasts for an age.
>You can't really tell if time is passing anymore, or if you'll be stuck like this. Maybe you'll stay here, bathing in a calm peace forever.
>It's a nice thought, an endless dull euphoria.
>It does end, though. Eventually you fall back into your body, and the solid Earth rises to meet you.
>Or rather, you've already fallen to meet it.
>Your muzzle is planted onto the decking of a small front porch.
>Your legs are still under you, you simply fell forward.
>Face down, ass up.
>You're panting and your body is tired, but it also feels filled, and whole.
>You haven't hit an orgasm like that in... Maybe ever.
>"Are you back?" the human asks, still between your legs, holding your tail.
>"Yeah," you manage to mutter.
>He lets go of you, and steps back.
>You bob your tail, using the inertia to lift yourself back up, then spin to meet him.
>His face, hands and arms are glossy with your fluid.
>His shirt and pants are patterned with dampness, and the ground is speckled with drops of your excitement.
>You left some deep claw impressions on the wooden decking you were standing on.
>Whoops.
>"So, uh. Is the rest of your day free?" he asks.
>His eyes are bright, and there's a bulge in his pants.
>"It is," you reply.
>You push yourself through the doorway into his home, and you close the door with your tail.
>Step 6: Repeat. Theropods will need several iterations of this process to fully satiate them. Although they might seem content at first, within a few minutes they'll be ready again.
>A full servicing will take 1-5 hours to perform, depending on your thoroughness. As stated in the opening of this letter, you're relieved from all other responsibilities until your duty is complete, and you will be compensated based on the review left by your theropod. Don't rush!