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He kept coming back to the skirt. Well, really, it'd be like... functional, kinda... right? Maybe they'd like it better. For... convenience.

He picked it up twice, but finally stuffed it back in the closet. No. Not on his first day. That'd just be... way too much, all at once. He'd probably explode. He already kinda felt like he might just combust walking out there...

But then, he kept checking over everything for maybe half an hour, just feeling absolutely certain he was forgetting something, or... that something would...

...Was he hoping something would come up, to stop him going out? N-no, of course not. Well, of course he might have been a little... well, he was nervous, that was normal, they said he'd be nervous. He wasn't scared or anything though. There was nothing to be scared of. He was just... All he was doing was... He giggled, an almost sickly sound leaking out of him as he stopped himself focusing on that. He'd be fine. There was nothing to be scared of. He knew he'd like it, he just... still hardly believed it was a real thing. Well... part of him was scared that it was actually, somehow, even now some kinda... elaborate hoax, and everyone would just jump out and laugh at him or something, but-- he tried to bury that fear deep and not look at it. This was real. And he was doing it. And it was going to be great.

Sam finally wrenched his door open. If he paced around that tiny apartment any longer he'd go crazy. They'd said he could start whenever he wanted, but that just meant he could put it off for half the day worrying himself to death. This anticipation was probably the worst part, anyway. The lanky possum turned the key, locking his door with determination. He wouldn't come back until he'd... gotten a bite. A-at least one. He promised himself.

Hustling down the stairs, he was... overly aware of how easily the cheeks of his rump slid against each other, and that strange feeling lingered even as he approached the front door to his decrepit little apartment building. He hesitated for just a moment, holding the doorknob. ...He might have hesitated longer, but someone else was coming behind him and he hurried to get out of their way.

And just like that, Sam was outside. Out... on the street... where everyone could see him. Where... anyone could see him. Where... just maybe... one of them could see him, right now.

Sam had always been regretful of just how... visible he was. He'd been over six feet even in high school, but thankfully he seemed to have settled at just under six-four. He was practically skin and bones, at one point he'd nearly developed an eating disorder just trying to... stop growing. But here he was, literally a head above just about everyone else, so even in a crowd he'd always stand out. Everyone around could see his... wonky face, with his pointed snout and big dumb nose and his beady little eyes. He couldn't even see his face in his bathroom mirror, and honestly, he was thankful. His parents insisted he was cute, for whatever that was worth. He just... always felt a little guilty, going out. Like... wherever he went, people couldn't help but see his face, and... he was sorry to force that on everyone.

Well, he tried to tell himself it wasn't as bad as that. It wasn't like he was really horrible to look at or anything, just... He just couldn't shake that lingering sense of dissatisfaction. Anytime he watched a movie, all the felines and the canines looked so sexy and suave, and... the only time a possum showed up, they were usually a bad guy or... basically "the ugly one." Part of him wished he'd been born some other species. The few times he'd talked about this stuff with someone they said he was totally blowing it out of proportion. But... they didn't usually try to say possums looked good or anything.

Anyway. He knew it was dumb, and it was messing him up letting his thoughts go that way. Maybe... that was part of why he took this job. To face his fears, and force himself to just... go out there, and be seen. To get used to it, and forget about whether he looks a certain way or whatever. And hey, turned out that for this job, his height was kind of a good thing, really. His... visibility would actually serve a purpose. Anyone around could probably spot his tag from a block or two away.

His ear twitched just thinking about it, and the tiny purple ornament swung around to slap gently at him in answer. It looked kinda like an ankh, but with a couple extra lines sticking out of it, and apparently it was... the sign. The secret hidden in plain sight. The advertisement. If one of them saw him right now, they'd know that he was... available. He'd considered getting a piercing for it, he'd thought about earrings or something a few times in the past anyway, but for now he just used a clip-on.

But... there was pretty much no way there'd be one around already. Right? He hadn't signed in or anything. They'd told him not to let any of them know where he'd lived, either, to wait until he was a ways away to start. He found himself thumbing over his phone in his pocket, considering it. Right. Enough standing on the sidewalk gawking at everyone on the street to see if any of them were... watching him back. He should go. ...Somewhere.

It was a big city, and there were only so many of them in it, so really, the chances were pretty slim he'd run into one. They'd even said he might go days without running into one, and as long as he was moving around, sticking to high population areas, that was fine. They... seemed pretty certain his first day wouldn't be like that, though.

So he got on the bus, headed deeper into town. He got off at a random stop, somewhere that looked crowded, and started walking. When he felt sufficiently lost, he pulled out his phone and opened the app. Turned on his GPS. And his thumb paused, hovering over the sign in button. This was it... It seemed almost absurd what a difference one little button press would make. As soon as he touched the surface of his phone one more time, he...

He'd been something like six years old when he noticed that his auntie had boy parts. She'd lived nearby and often joined them for trips to the lake and things like that, and it was hard to miss the bulge in her swimsuit. He'd been kinda surprised, but his parents explained that sometimes women had those too. It was supposed to be a secret, though, and that's why they'd mostly come on days there weren't many people here. So he shouldn't tell anyone, okay? He didn't really understand at the time, but he knew his auntie was really nice and bought him snowcones, so he accepted it.

Sam had hardly thought about that until it came up suddenly, whispering about naughty things late at night with his middle school friends at a sleepover. One of his friends had lots to say about it, though the others were skeptical. Not about his aunt-- but about women with dicks. He said it was actually something like one in fifty women that were born with dicks, and they were absolute sex maniacs. They'd fuck anything they laid eyes on, and they had to be kept locked away so they didn't just fuck all the girls that crossed their path, and all the boys, too. That was enough to get them all fighting back snickers and giggles as they told him to shut up, but he swore it was true. Sam agreed with them that that was dumb and made up, but... when he thought of his aunt after that, he found that dumb story creeping up in his mind again, no matter how many times he threw it away. No way. That was just dumb.

And that was pretty much all he'd thought about the whole matter... until he lost his first job. He'd only barely moved into his own place before things fell through, and he was desperate for a new job. And apparently, his aunt had heard about this, and also that he'd started looking at boys the same way he looked at girls. He'd been mortified when his parents caught him with some porn open, but... looking back, he supposed that if they hadn't, he might still be scrambling to find work.

So yeah, it turned out that it wasn't just his aunt, there were lots of women born with dicks. Well, not lots. But definitely more than he'd expected. And... yeah, apparently they had... very strong sexual urges. Like, it was literally considered a medical condition. Some of them took medication to keep it under control, but it was pretty intense stuff and not everyone could handle it, or afford it. When his aunt had sent him an email with the info, warning him to keep all of this on the down low, he'd almost been tempted to think she was just messing with him. Like... they literally couldn't go without sex, sometimes every day? His dumb friend had been right?? Well, except these were adults and they could solve problems. It was a condition, and it needed treatment. For a lot of them, drugs were enough for them to lead normal lives. For the rest...

For the rest, a secretive support network of willing partners had been organized, funded partly by donations and government grants to literally hire willing cock holsters to wander the city as a public service to desperate, horny hermaphrodites anywhere within the greater metropolitan area. There was such a stigma against them that almost none of these women wanted it out in public that they had dicks. They wanted to lead normal lives and be treated the same as any other woman... without ever letting their urges get out of control. And for that... they needed warm holes.

A warm tingle rose between Sam's cheeks. He'd wasted so much time getting out here he might need to lube up again soon, actually. Blushing, he stared at that button. As soon as he pressed this button, he was... advertising his position to an invisible subsection of the female population hiding something extra between their legs, along with a desperate need to treat him like meat, just for a little while. He was painting a digital target on himself, to go along with the little purple token dangling from his quivering ear to promise that he'd do whatever he could to satisfy these women, these strangers, wherever and whenever they wanted. He couldn't help but look around again. Across the street, a cafe was busy with the lunch crowd, with a lot of them sitting outside. He could see two or three women right now, turned his way and looking at their phones. What if... one of them was watching him, had already seen his tag, and was just... waiting for him to signal that her real lunch was served? What if... more than one of them was?

His breath escaped him in a tiny moan, and he realized that he was tenting his slacks. He'd decided to try and look just a little professional for his first day "on the job," but now he looked like a creep! Blushing furiously, he ducked away from the sidewalk traffic to stare at his phone in the shadow of a pawn shop. He was psyching himself out again! Sometimes there wouldn't even be anyone the whole day! He'd already wasted like an hour that he could have been getting paid! Swallowing hard, he readied his thumb, and...

He pressed it. A little loading circle spun for a second, then the app confirmed he was on the clock, with a few reminders for how to act popping up. He checked every one, but he knew them all already. Pocketing his phone, he drew a deep breath... and turned to look across the street again. None of the women at the cafe were... like... jumping from their seats to bolt straight for him or something. Well, what the hell was he expecting? Even if one of them WAS a herm, it wasn't like she'd... Not like THAT! ...Right? She'd at least like... be subtle about it. This was supposed to be a secret.

Still, he found himself watching them a little while, even though he knew it was dumb. It could just as easily be anyone on the sidewalk... or driving by... or nobody nearby at all. One of the women finally rose, and he flinched. A guy rose a moment later, and they walked off, chatting.

Sam sagged against the wall a moment. Stupid. Just... relax. It'd happen when it happened. Maybe he wouldn't even get anyone today. Except...

He'd asked about getting like, training. Or proving he could handle it, or... basically anything? A health exam and some paperwork somehow seemed like so little preparation for a job like this. They told him, they used to train the others like him. The other "rangers." There was some other, more dignified title for his position he couldn't remember --and he'd already heard a couple more crude terms for it-- but that seemed to be the word they threw around. Because they wandered all around the city, preventing emergencies. Or something. They used to train the rangers, but apparently, some of the-- the "clients" liked to do it themselves. Paid extra into the service for it, in fact. They liked the... "new ones." Sam swallowed slowly, remembering that tidbit. Lot of ways he could interpret that... Apparently those ones were screened to make sure they wouldn't be too hard on new recruits, but still... Not only was he on the radar now, but apparently to some, he was... prey prized above all others. Or... something?

Either way, as the skinny opossum finally managed to drag himself out into the foot traffic and walk down the street, he found that in this moment, he felt more... hunted than he ever had before in his life. Out in the open, a head above the crowd with his tag dancing in the breeze. He thought it had to be waving around so much everyone would be staring at him anyway. Someone out there knew exactly where he was, and they wanted his body... and he probably wouldn't know it until they came to claim it. They... they'd been pretty ambiguous on how that part would actually happen, now that he thought of it. The women would know him by his tag, but he wouldn't know them until they gave him the QR code off their phone to confirm they'd used his... services. Would they... say hello? Maybe treat him like a friend they were waiting to meet and invite him to a quiet place? Or would they just...?

It was a constant struggle to relax, to avoid pitching an overly painful tent as he walked past all these people, wild images and confused fantasies flitting through his mind, mixing with every feminine face he saw approaching him.

And... that was pretty much his constant state, a sort of muddled mixture of anxiety and almost panicked arousal, for... pretty much the first hour of just wandering around town. At some point he started to itch back there, so he found a restroom to clean up, relieve himself, and just... try to relax... and breathe for a while. And try to ignore the thought that one of them might think this was the perfect opportunity to catch him alone...

Shaking, suddenly cold in the stall, he hurried to pull the lube from his little bag and apply a fresh coat before stepping out again. He'd... he'd be ready. Come to think of it... i-it did imply something, that he was supposed to keep... pre-lubed, didn't it? Like... that didn't suggest a leisurely encounter, meeting up and going somewhere, maybe having a chat before like... had he imagined getting a motel room or something?? Gods, he really had no idea what to expect, but the more he thought about what little he did know, the more he felt like his knees might wobble out from under him! He hadn't done anything but walk around, and he was exhausted just from the tension!

He ended up spending most of the next hour sitting down, just to... try and shore up his... sanity? The anticipation had worn him down, the anticipation of all of it, all the possibilities. But... this was the reality. Right? It'd mostly just be... lots of downtime. Which... was great, really. Maybe he should have brought a book or something? He was sitting in a tiny downtown park, and people were constantly flowing by. He must have had a thousand people glance at him, at his face and his tag, by now. That would probably work, wouldn't it? That would be nice and public and available for anyone in the area. But...

Well, this was his job, right? It... it wouldn't really feel right to just sit around reading or something. He was supposed to be... helping people! People with a serious condition, struggling to lead normal lives! And... was he even very... approachable, like this? Maybe this wasn't a very good way to go about it. Maybe it was better if he kept moving, to give more of them a chance, to come to them instead of making them come to him. Maybe this was a dead spot.

With every second that ticked past sitting on that bench, a tiny fear crept up his throat. What if... what if they'd already... come by? What if they'd already passed through, glancing at him and deciding h-he was... too ugly, or too tall, or both? What if dozens of them had been through by now, all taking the tour to check out the new blood and blacklisting him on their phones? ...He... didn't actually know if they could do that. But what if? He kept pushing the idea down, but it just kept growing and developing in the back of his mind until he found himself on his feet again. He'd go somewhere else! Maybe nobody was around! Or... maybe others elsewhere would like him better. Swallowing tightly, he strode away, his body stiff, his feet carrying him to the train.

After this long, his nerves were frayed to the point he could barely work up an anxiety attack wondering which of the women around him might have something extra waiting for him. He was still scanning faces as he went, trying to catch someone looking at his tag, or... looking at him like a turkey in the brush, or... looking at him like they were disappointed. It was easy to imagine that that tiger looked hungry for him, or that that mole was squinting derisively at him. It was easy to see every eye sweeping by as hurriedly flicking away from his tag before they were spotted. A dark hole was growing in his middle no matter how he tried to ignore it. If... none of them wanted him, they'd... probably fire him, wouldn't they? No way they'd pay a guy that even a desperate rut-hungry maniac wouldn't touch to just wander around disappointing everyone.

Climbing the stairs to the platform, he was aware of the slippery mess between his cheeks again. Why'd he even bother? It somehow felt... stupid, self-flattering to make himself so ready, like someone would see him and not even be able to hold back. He... he didn't even know why he'd taken this job. It was so stupid of him! But-- but he needed the money, and... at least it'd help tide things over! Maybe he could go around handing in applications while he was out here... Now the part of him saying this was nonsense, that he shouldn't beat himself up just because it'd been two hours, was the tiny voice niggling at his thoughts. No! He should just be patient! He had all day to wait for... for what would never come.

His thoughts were boiling down into a tar of nonsense as people crowded in, waiting for the train. When it finally arrived, he suddenly remembered to glance around again-- wait. Was that.. the same tiger as before? A ways down the platform was a tigress, and... he almost thought she might have been looking his way when he turned to look, but... he was kinda thinking that about everyone at this point. Which way had that tiger before been going? He couldn't remember. But the crowds were milling forward as passengers streamed out of the train to make room, and soon he was getting himself packed in well down the middle of the car, letting the flow of bodies push him around wherever they wanted. He wasn't really going anywhere particular, after all. Would it be better if he just rode the train all day? Or would that be too mobile? It might be hard for people to see he was nearby before it was too late. He really didn't know, and he was tired of trying to guess. If he still had a job tomorrow, he'd ask them a lot of questions before leaving next time. ...Not that they'd been super helpful with his questions before.

He glanced over, and thanks to his height, he could just make out the colorful stripes of that tigress he'd noticed. She'd gotten on too, but she was nearly on the opposite end of the train. She was pointed kinda in his direction, but showed no sign she noticed him. Stupid. Singling out people to stare at wouldn't help. It'd happen when it happened. Or... it wouldn't.

The train stopped, and bodies flowed past him, hurrying to get out in time, then others rushed in, eager to grab the side spots where they had a little more room to breathe crowding over the lucky seated passengers and could easily reach a handle to keep steady. Sam just stood in the middle, letting them go where they wanted. He could reach the bars above easily to steady himself, and he always had room to breathe up here, so he didn't mind having the worst spot. Least he could do was not inconvenience people too much with... whatever the hell he was doing. Maybe he shouldn't have gone for the train, come to think of it, this thing was always packed and he was almost definitely in the way.

Every time the train stopped he thought maybe it'd get better, since people were pouring out, but just as many would come right in again. Were some people not even able to get on? Were they too full? He wasn't sure, the windows were too low for him to really see much outside, but he thought there might have been some people that couldn't get on... Alright. He'd get off at the next stop, then. Now he felt even worse. Someone was going to be late because he just had to ride the train, going nowhere. He glanced over again, and sure enough, he couldn't spot that tiger anymore either. This had been a really dumb idea. He was having a lot of those lately. ...Maybe not just lately.

The train swayed, and someone bumped into him from behind. "Ohp! Sorry." A woman chuckled, an arm slipping around him to steady herself as a thick, warm swell shoved up between his cheeks. "Do you mind?"

His self-degrading tirade cut to dead silence inside his skull as his mouth hung open a touch, suddenly dry. Blinking a couple times, he glanced over his shoulder... and down.

The tigress smiled up at him pleasantly... with a glitter of hunger in her eyes. The same one. Had to be. Had she been... following him since the station?

The train itself squealed rather loudly as the rails clattered by below, and many of the passengers conversed, some almost yelling to be heard over everything else, and he wasn't sure if he might have missed... something? She'd said? "...What?"

The feline hid her predatory fangs with an embarrassed little smile. "Could you hold my arm, hon? I'm shaking around a lot..." She... throbbed... against him. She was grinding on him with every subtle sway of the train, and little electric shivers were radiating through him from that point, up and down his body.

He didn't have words. He was in shock. Slowly, his spare paw reached up to grip at her arm, holding her steady against him as he held the rail with the other to keep them both rooted against the motion of the train. Her fur was so soft and thick... nothing like his bristly thin mess of a coat.

A thumb hooked in his pants just under his tail and yanked his belt down in one smooth motion, baring his rump to everyone in the train car. Well... everyone was packed in around them so tightly, even though the seated people were practically at eye level they couldn't really get a good look at his suddenly bared hide anyway. That same thumb plunged between his cheeks and found the slick of lube waiting, her plump thumbpad pressing right to his backdoor as she sighed in relief. "Thank you. I was starting to think I wouldn't make it..."

He could feel his face pale. A strange woman was molesting him on the train, practically pulling him half-naked in public. He didn't even think to doubt that she was one of his "clients," but for one panicked moment, something whispered up his spine that this was all a terrible mistake, that he never should have taken this job, that-- that a stranger was about to rape him, but somehow, for some reason, he'd already agreed to it! What had he been thinking?!

But it was only a brief flash of terror, and as hot, naked flesh pushed his cheeks apart, he found it was all he could do to hold back a shaky moan. She really...? W-with him...? W-wait, that felt kinda b-big, he'd used this cheap toy a few times but that--

A pointed tip pushed against his thoroughly lubed up tailhole, and he felt himself splitting open already. For a moment, inverted afterimages swam across his vision as he swayed with the train, his throat seized shut, and he was utterly beholden to the feeling of a woman maybe twice his age smoothly, firmly levering his virgin asshole open around her as her breasts mashed snug to his back. She might have been saying something, maybe trying to hold a conversation even, he honestly wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was stretching wider, his legs quivering and shifting to spread just a little, to try and make a little room for... her.

Her crown popped through, and for a second, a surge of ecstasy violently informed him he was on the verge of cumming in his pants, gripping at the fine row of barbs nestled behind her crown. He didn't quite hold back a whimper, but it was lost in the squealing of the rails. B... barbs...? Would she even be able to get out of him if...? If there was some kind of emergency, if they might be found out...? A new kind of terror tried to grip around him, but it was... slippery, confused, meshing with the swelling, aching pleasure of this moment. She was... inside him. He could feel her flaring, he could feel the beat of her heart, and he thought he could feel her juices already drooling across his insides, moistening up all the lube he'd already snuck up there for this moment.

He was standing on the train with a woman's dick firmly wedged up his ass, and they wouldn't be able to come apart until she came... inside. It was already, instantly such an impossible scenario he couldn't even accept it as really happening to him, but for now he had no choice. ...Literally.

Sam finally remembered to breathe, letting a strained breath go... and remembering to actually relax a little, to stop trying to crush her shaft. She giggled softly against his back. "You're so tense, hon. Just close your eyes and breathe, you'll be okay."

That did earn a few glances, perhaps curious or wary, from the others around. Thankfully, none of them seemed to look down. Blushing, Sam... obeyed. Closing his eyes, he tried not to think about all the other people around him and just... breathe deep... and push back. He... he'd do his job...! He was breathless and aching a little just from the size of her, but at the same time... real flesh felt so much better...!

She rewarded his motion with a firm, smooth stroke to plunge deeper, and it really was a trial to hold back a moan. She might have already been as deep as he'd gotten with his toy... deep enough to nudge his button, sending a little jolt through his lower half. He gripped tighter at the bar overhead to steady himself, and found himself squeezing her arm as well. There was no way he could... survive this...!

The tigress crawled up into his belly as her paw gripped at it tight from the outside, pulling him down on her cock just as much as she drove it up into him. His knees very nearly buckled, half out of temptation, but he doubted she could hold him up if he collapsed. Sam tried his best just to stay still, to fight his trembling, to keep control but also relax, as she stretched out the very core of him around her to dig deeper and deeper until, finally, her belly was pushing his tail up snug to his back and her thighs nestled up against him, her one foot slipping in between his. He thought he just heard her sigh...

He couldn't help it. His eyes snapped open, flicking around wildly. He was... surrounded... by people. There were probably almost a dozen people within arm's reach, if he leaned over. He was doing his best not to push too much against the people in front of him, or those boxing them in to either side. None of them could see... what she was doing? His emotions flipped wildly between incredulous terror and a thrill that felt on the verge of a heart attack. He was skewered through right in their midst and... and one of them literally looked at him and past him and didn't seem to notice! Well, the guy glanced back, but that was probably just because Sam's face was probably not... entirely composed right now. He didn't look long, anyway.

He let a breath go... and realized he was wringing fiercely around her base. He tried to ease up on that too, and he felt her... throb... happily inside him. She was stroking his middle as if to soothe him, holding his pants in place with her other paw and using his belt as another handle as she eased out just a little... and shoved in again. He wheezed faintly. She was... far bigger than the little toy he'd messed around with, and the... the textures, the veins, the pulsating swells, the heat... this was the real thing, and it was so much better... He found himself leaning back again, and she was only too happy to oblige.

The train had them swaying and shifting as it rolled down the tracks, and she took full advantage, working every sway into a smooth push or pull to drag his quivering tailhole up and down that thick rod. She knew what she was doing, and it was all Sam could do to not look like he was getting his brains fucked out in public. He very nearly lost it when her longest stroke paved straight over his prostate-- spunk soaked his briefs in nearly the same instant, and he didn't quite muffle a squeak as heavy waves rolled over his brain, but he tried to-- to stay relaxed, letting his head droop, eyes falling shut as his mouth worked a moment in silence, submitting to the abrupt, powerful, aching orgasm washing away two or three hours of painful anticipation in the space of a few devastating spasms. She kept still inside him, letting him wring furiously around her until he'd finished inseminating his underwear... and when he sagged, puffing a little, she rolled smoothly back into it.

He could feel her flaring, those barbs really trying to dig in as she dragged out, and he quietly basked in the thought that she liked him, that at least she seemed to be... enjoying him. Dazed, jazzed out on his afterglow, he had to struggle not to whimper as she kept stimulating him, making his spent length twitch fitfully, and she was growing more... forceful, mashing his cheeks tight against her hips. W-was she close? Was she going to...?

Maybe she was, but the train was finally slowing down, and she only managed half a dozen more firm strokes before she drew still, just... hugging to him, as the station rolled into sight. Others were already moving, sliding around them to get closer to the doors, and she just rested her head on his back. Did they look like... a couple? He wondered. She was wearing some kind of loose, flowing dress or something that seemed to mostly hide that point between them... as long as she wasn't moving. So she just looked like she was... hugging him? Holding on to him for security, maybe? Maybe someone even thought he was her son or something. He didn't know, but he could feel every single pair of eyes that swept over the two of them as people filed out, the seated folk getting a couple seconds to actually stretch and shift about before the new crowd rolled in again, packing in all around the two of them.

So many eyes... and yet... it didn't feel as... bad, as before? He wasn't worrying about... people having to see his ugly gob, and he didn't have any of that anxiety about whether anyone was looking at his tag, he just... He probably should have been more scared, right? Scared that someone would turn around and say, "hey, are you two FUCKING?" But... somewhere along the way, as it was trying to strangle him, that fear interwove with the heart-thudding excitement and fragile lust inside him to create something... new, and strange, and... he knew he should be ashamed to feel this way, but he... he almost wished more people would look his way. He was getting fucked! Right here and now! Maybe he was just drugged out on sex juices and loopy, but he found he felt like... they should be jealous. If they only knew what was inside him right now...

The train lurched into motion again, and he pushed his rump against her firmly. The tigress chuckled, gripping at him, and he could feel her throb and flare inside him. Yes... She wanted him. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to breed him. Her hips shifted subtly at first, but quickly rolled into full motion matching the swing and roll of the train car, and he did his best to meet every strangely angled thrust, to grind his cheeks down atop her lunging pelvis, to catch hold of just a hair more of that thick rod. He could feel his pleasure building again already, but he wasn't even getting hard. He felt the drive of her body against his, bouncing his hips forward no matter how much he pushed back, and all he could think of was how wonderfully hard she was inside him, flaring thick and marking up his insides with those barbs till his eyes were rolling up in his head before he could stop himself.

And suddenly she stopped, her balls nestled up tight to his thighs, her flesh flaring angrily inside him, just... feeding her heartbeat into him. Sam froze. Wh...? Had someone spotted them? If he turned to look-- if he even opened his eyes, that might give them away. How was he posed? Still just holding on to the rail and her arm. N-nothing too weird, he still wasn't even popping a tent, though he thought he might be near his limit. What was...?

She'd just started to slow when she ground up into him, firmly, and started flaring and throbbing fitfully in him all over again. His mouth fell open, and he finally dared to open his eyes, glancing around furtively. Was anyone... looking? He felt... naked... Some were at least facing kinda toward him, but nobody seemed to...?

Another push, mashing at his cheeks at point blank. She was... on the edge? She was holding him trapped on her cock, throbbing terribly inside him, her balls drawing up taut, but not quite going over...? He started to quiver. Was she seriously...? O-okay, he'd promised to help satisfy them however they needed it. If she needed to... edge herself inside him to really be satisfied, then... he'd just have to try and... not go crazy waiting...!

Even without her moving, the train's jouncing about did force them to shift together a little, subtly shifting and grinding his deepest walls around her, and he could feel her flare hungrily in answer, sometimes pulsing rhythmically several times before easing back. Almost...! His ears were flung back, he couldn't help it, and he could just hear her drawing deep pants, puffing warm air into his shirt. If she had him somewhere quiet... if she'd lured him into her bed, how long would they hang on the edge of the precipice together like this...?

But the inertia lurched forward as the train started to slow, approaching the next stop, and he seized tight around her in reflex. The faintest hint of a snarl rose against his back as she lunged up into him, and he thought his heels bounced up off the floor for just an instant as she swelled fat inside him, shoving his breath from him as liquid heat burst open in his core. He quivered from head to foot, gripping at her arm just as much as the rail to stay upright as fresh seed gushed out of his own soft dick in agreement, mirroring the mess she was making of his insides as thick, powerful swells announced wad after wad pumping into his gut, those balls pumping hungrily, desperately against him to relieve their great burden all in one go. She was clawing into his belly through his shirt, her barbs grabbing hold of him from the inside as that hot mess surged up and even deeper into him, spreading waves of heat through his body ahead of... a tangible... weight. A pressure. She-- she had a lot for him! The train eased to a stop, and even as people slid past, she was still filling him, working to breed his guts, and he could only close his eyes tight and do his best not to shake too much as every person brushing past him made him tingle all over.

The doors slid shut, and the train eased into motion again as her deposit finally eased to a few lazy little spurts... and she relaxed against him, betraying how tensely she'd been gripping him before. Sam sighed at length, then blushed when someone glanced his way. She... the tigress w-was definitely better at this than he was... D-did she break in all the new people like this?!

She was still so thick inside him, even as she softened... and he was growing gradually more aware of the... aches, back there. H-he might need to call his first day here, really. But... she was still holding him close, relaxed against him, buried inside him and just sharing in the sluggish, slightly quivering warmth of the moment. Was she being... affectionate? N-no, this was... they had a lot of rules to avoid making this anything but a... business arrangement. A medical procedure, even. She was just enjoying the moment, the relief. She'd certainly... relieved herself of a lot, he could see why she'd needed this so bad. He literally had a swell in his middle... Well, that happened when he ate too much too, but still!

But... he could at least pretend she was just... cuddling with him cause she liked him. For a little while.

At some point, she stirred, and after a moment she nudged him to catch his attention. Blinking his eyes open, Sam looked around slowly. A problem? But no, she was holding her phone up, showing a QR code. Ah...! Right. He pulled his phone out, opened the app, and for a few seconds they kinda awkwardly wobbled together as the train rolled about, her arm tightening around him as her shaft waggled around and slipped out of him a little, before he managed to line up his phone with hers steadily enough to take the shot. His phone buzzed and showed a green checkmark. Good enough he guessed, he'd... look at the rest later.

Pocketing his phone, he glanced back over his shoulder. "Um... thanks."

She blinked up at him, glanced around briefly, and answered with an amused smile. "No, thank you, hon." ...Well, he was providing a service, m-maybe it was weird for him to thank her. But still, he...! She eased out of him, and his thoughts scrambled briefly before settling on... trying to work his hole closed properly before the thick mess steadily rolling down after her escaped. A second or two and she eased away from him, yanking his pants back up, which instantly submerged his balls in his own cooling semen. He winced. Just like that, she was... done, and ready to go on with her life? ...Well, if this really was like, an everyday thing for her, then he guessed... she had to be pretty good at dumping a load and running, right?

Sam blushed a little at that thought. This probably wasn't anything special to her at all. For him today was do or die, he lost his virginity and learned a lot and still had so many more questions than answers... but for her, it was Thursday. Right.

He glanced back once, and she was wearing a pleasant little smile, relaxing. She still held on to him for stability. When she noticed him looking, she winked, just for an instant.

Then the train was slowing, and she gave his belly a firm rub or two before... slipping away. He knew he shouldn't, but he turned to watch her go, to watch her squeeze in at the doors and stream out onto the platform with everyone else, till she disappeared from sight. She really did look the same as any other woman... Nothing he could see to pick her out by, to even try to guess... who else even on this train might be... packing.

Hand shaking, he pulled his phone out and fumbled through the menus to sign off. They'd said it was okay to take a short day if he needed to, and right now... He was a little surprised he was still on his feet.

By the time they reached the next stop he felt a little more steady, but that almost disappeared as soon as he took his first step. He was... sloshing. Not like, audibly, but he could feel that hot, liquid mass rolling around inside him as he moved. A belly full of tiger cum, and as hard as he tried to hold it in, his rump was feeling more and more slippery... He walked gingerly, off the train, and retreated to the first restroom he could find.

He was in there maybe half an hour, just... cleaning up, resting, processing this. Trying to gather the strength to get home. That had been... amazing, but she'd stretched him out more than he'd ever felt before, and he could still feel her mark deep inside, a sort of throbbing, almost pleasant ache where her barbs had tried to convince him to ovulate. He definitely needed the rest of the day just to... yeah.

The third time he tried to convince himself he was ready to get out of the stall, Sam felt his phone buzz again. He almost didn't check it, filled with some kind of inexplicable dread, but he eventually managed.

He'd gotten a review, and it was marked okay to share with him. "Great potential. Perfect height for a standing fuck! Cute, too <3"

...

He was in there maybe another ten minutes, mostly silent.

Finally, he emerged, washed up, and stepped outside, into the sunshine. His eyes swept across all the faces milling past... as he pulled out his phone and signed on again.