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Why You Never Sit On Dragons for Heru by Draconicon

Brad groaned as he stumbled across the club floor, making his way from the dance floor and bar to some of the smaller tables on the other side. Several of them were occupied, judging by the silhouettes that stuck out from the flashing lights that filled the room, but the eagle was looking for a more isolated spot. Considering he'd just struck out with some of the girls on the other side of the room, he didn't want to talk to anybody else for a while.

"Can't believe they shot me down. Seriously, who turns down the Brad-Man out here?"

The eagle shook his head as he wobbled past a couple of people, making his way to one of the weird tables in the back of the club. They were always so weird looking, whenever he'd looked at them before. One side was always higher up than the other. He'd never had occasion to try them before, though, so he didn't know why they were like that.

Thinking he might as well add something else new to his night after being shot down three times, the muscled bird slid himself onto the seat and immediately set to grumbling. The booth was hard and uneven, leaving him shuffling back and forth trying to get comfortable. His tailfeathers were bent all out of shape, running up against the back of the chair, and every time he tried to adjust them, he was all the more aware of the table in front of him, almost grinding into his stomach from the lack of room.

"Piece of crap...stupid seats...who the fuck designs things this way?"

Shaking his head again, he kept wiggling until he could find some level of comfort, his work-out shorts getting bunched up more and more as he wriggled. Finally, he found some level of comfort, even if some of the lumps in the seat were pushing up against his ass. It felt like he was trying to get a seat on some faggot back at the gym, but that was ridiculous.

Looking back at the dance floor, the eagle wondered if there was someone else that might be interested in him. Considering his body, there should have been all sorts of women getting ready to fuck him. Hell, he probably had a few of those fairies looking at him too. Not like they'd get anything from him, though. He was a lady's man.

As he adjusted himself again, trying to get away from that stupid lump between his ass cheeks, Brad looked at some of the girls. There was a nice falcon girl dancing around, barely wearing anything on her top, and he saw a cool looking panther, too. Both of them were looking back his way, or at least, he hoped they were. If they liked what they saw, he might still have a chance to get laid tonight.

Of course, he'd like it a lot more if his chair was less lumpy. He punched the cushion, and promptly squawked in pain, clutching his hand.

"What the hell do they stuff these things with? Rocks?"

"That's what you get for punching a dragon's leg."

Brad's eyes went wide at the quiet voice from behind him, and he slowly looked up. Looming overhead was a black scale dragon, over a foot and a half taller than him, and looking more than a little pissed off.

What mattered more to the eagle, however, was the fact that he was sitting on a guy's lap. He'd been shuffling his ass back and forth on some dude's cock, acting like one of those faggots out there on the dance floor. The Brad-Man wasn't one of them, and he wasn't about to let the dragon think he was some sort of...homo.

"What are you doing back here? This is my seat."

"I think it's pretty clear who was here first, bird-brain. You sat on me."

"Yeah, but I'm the Brad-Man. That means I get what I want. Now get out of here."

"Get - I don't think so."

Brad glared at the dragon.

"What, you planning on just staying there and enjoying my ass like some sort of fag?"

The dragon narrowed his eyes, and the eagle grinned as much as his beak would let him. Go on, try and punch me or something. I'll get you tossed out so fast that you won't know up from down.

"I think you're the one that's going to be enjoying my cock like a 'fag' as you put it."

"Heh, like hell."

Giving up on the seat, the eagle tried to slide out, only to find his hips grabbed by the dragon. He froze, his eyes widening as he realized the dragon's grip was even stronger than the quarterback's during practice. He squirmed from side to side, but no matter what he did, he couldn't pull himself free.

"Let me go!"

"I don't think so."

Brad jumped as the dragon's hand pushed against the crotch of his shorts, pushing down on the eagle's cock. It leaped up immediately, despite the manly touch. The eagle cursed his lack of attention lately as the dragon smirked.

"Big tough jocks like you need to learn their place. You might be the top of the heap back at school. But out here? You only keep what you're strong enough to keep."

"You saying I'm weak?"

"Your beak's saying it for me."

The eagle squawked, but as the dragon started grinding against him, pulling him back and forth against his crotch, Brad forced himself to be quiet. All those eyes on the dance floor, all those people that might know him and see him like this, presented too much of a risk to shout at the dragon now.

Particularly as he was starting to get harder and harder. His workout shorts were tenting outwards tremendously, held outwards by his throbbing cock. It didn't help that the dragon's hand was squeezing and groping him constantly, making the eagle grimace as he shoved at the dragon. He even punched the big lug, but it was like trying to punch away from a brick wall. All that he got for his trouble was a pair of aching hands.

"Heh, how does it feel, bird boy? You were wriggling around eagerly enough until you found out that you were sitting on a dragon. What's the matter, afraid that you bit off more than you could chew with me?"

"I ain't -"

"What? A dragon lover? That's fine. Just pretend that I'm the kind of guy that you'd let bang him."

Brad would have bitten the dragon, or shouted at him. He would have done something, anything, if he thought that he could get away with doing it without being seen. But with all the people on the dance floor - and more than a few cute girls from the local college walking by - he didn't dare say a thing. Anything that he said could get them looking at him, and then his reputation would be ruined.

Yet, every time the dragon slid him back, every time that he felt that throbbing shaft beneath his ass, he felt his cock throb. Every time someone looked at him, almost seeing him, he swore that his cock got all the harder, twitching inside of his shorts until it was actively leaking, soaking the thin fabric instantly.

"You little slut...Looking around, acting so up yourself."

The dragon's other hand left the bird's hips, but before he could pull away, the dragon unzipped his own pants. Brad's eyes went wide as he felt something much hotter than the simple bulge resting against the back of his pants, throbbing just as much as his own cock did. It was big, too, reaching all the way to his tail feathers and past them, and dripping along his back as a result.

"I think it's time to show you where guys like you belong."

"Hey, no, wait, man, don't do this."

"Heh, you had your chance."

"But I'm not a fag!"

"Your cock says otherwise. Now be quiet, unless you want everyone to see you taking a cock like the bitch you are."

Brad tried to think of something to say, but the dragon already had him in motion. It was a miracle that the wolf lady passing by didn't turn to look at them anymore than she did; if he spoke up, she'd notice him more.

His cock throbbed at that thought as the hot head of the dragon's shaft pressed under his tailfeathers again, rubbing against his rim. It was so warm and slick that the bird had to bite off a moan from the feeling of it, even as it was pressing against him. Brad's hips were halfway above the edge of the table, and so was his bulge. The realization that he was so exposed, rather than making him shout at the dragon, made him even quieter, all the more eager to go along with what he needed to do.

The dragon pulled him down hard, and the eagle bit his tongue to keep from making a sound as he suddenly was filled to the brim with the hard dragon cock. His ass hurt, and hurt a lot, but his cock refused to go down. He bucked his hips instinctively, his cock throbbing against pre-slicked fingers. Even with the hardness in his backside, even with that much spreading, he couldn't stop.

"Look at you, slut. Look at how much you want to show off. Acting like a big tough jock, but inside, you were just a slutty little bitch waiting for the right cock to show you what you really were."

"I...I'm not..."

"Who's the one stroking himself after getting a cock inside? Not me, for damn sure."

"Wha -"

Brad looked down, and stared as he realized that the dragon's hand was no longer the one stroking him. He'd put his own hand down, and had even pulled his shorts down enough to expose his cock. How -

The dragon interrupted his thoughts, grinding forward, thrusting against him. Brad lifted his free hand to his mouth, covering it as he watched the people passing by, the eyes on the dance floor, the wandering gaze from the bar. Each of them could see him if he wasn't careful. If he was loud, they'd notice him for sure.

Why the fuck does that make me so horny?!

He whimpered, shaking his head back and forth in every effort to try and deny the way the dragon's cock felt inside him and how much he enjoyed almost being seen. He couldn't like it; this wasn't what the Brad-Man liked. He wasn't gay, and he didn't want people to see him like this. He didn't want to be a bitch. He didn't want to take cock. He didn't -

"Dripping pretty hard there, birdy. Gonna cum from my cock in you? Gonna make a show for our audience?"

The thought that they actually were being seen, finally, pushed him over the edge. Brad felt his beak dig deep through his feathers as he bit down on his arm to muffle his moans, his cock squirting all over the table in front of them. He arched his back against the dragon, feeling a few squirts inside of him as the big male held him down.

After he finished, he slumped down, panting heavily, and groaning from the sheer size inside him still. He whimpered as the dragon stroked his neck.

"Not bad, bird bitch. Better get ready for round two, though. Keep quiet, or someone will hear you...and then they'll see you..."

Brad didn't know if he wanted that, or didn't, but he was too tired to make a sound as the dragon started moving again.

The End