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Some people liked new experiences, others hated them. Craig was one of the former - he’d always enjoyed meeting new people, trying new things, and just generally not doing the same thing over and over. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t like his routine - having a routine meant he could avoid getting in over his head too much - but life was too short to just have routine and nothing else.

So naturally, he was the perfect person to go living on a novel planet. What could be better for new experience than living on a completely different world? Even the norm would be new.

Especially the people around him. Withria was a planet dominated by an anthro populace, which meant that the shapes and sizes of the people he saw every day were far more radically diverse than he had been used to back on Earth. They behaved much like humans did, with some cultural differences, but it was certainly a festival for the eyes. He got as many stares as he gave, though, being one of less than a million humans on the entire planet, most of which were concentrated in a few cities on another continent - he wasn’t even sure there were more than a few dozen in Chaldon, the city he lived in. Being in the minority was a new experience, he did get an occasional bit of ridicule or something along those lines, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Some people were just jerks, no matter what you looked like.

With all the newness around him, his appetite for novelty had been sort of over-sated; he didn’t get out quite as much as he would have back on Earth, just to try to avoid feeling overwhelmed. This despite the days and weeks being different, more days in a week and more hours in a day meant a lot more down time. A seventy-hour work week seemed like a breeze when there were 320 hours in a week rather than 168. He’d envisioned being out and about a lot more, but six months in, he just didn’t feel as ready for that as he needed to be.

It was the end of the work week for Craig - he had a three-day weekend before having to return to his quiet but lucrative office job. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but it seemed like another weekend in for him, he had no plans in mind…not that that bothered him much, he still wasn’t feeling like a shut-in or anything like that. There was still so much in his daily life that was unfamiliar to him, after all...even down to the people he worked with every day, he was still getting to know them. They’d invited him out a couple of times for drinks, but that didn’t seem to be on tap today.

So, with nothing else in mind, he headed towards the bus stop about five minutes from his building. He didn’t have a personal vehicle, but not many in the city did, since it was pretty dense. There weren’t even roads, technically - all the vehicles were off the ground, away from pedestrians, so the walkways were all for foot traffic. Craig liked the hovercrafts, they were cleaner and quieter than the cars and trucks back on Earth, but they were quite expensive to own. So he took the mass shuttles - still called buses because that was the purpose they served. They didn’t go quite as fast, but he had more time than he knew what to do with anyway, so it wasn’t a problem for him.

The bus service was good in Chaldon - almost always on time, and the buses themselves were pretty nice. He’d had some bad mass-transit experiences on Earth, but never such a thing in Withria. Of course, there was always a chance for a first time, but the record was still far better. It meant, though, that he couldn’t dally on his way there, so he hustled a bit to make sure he didn’t miss his ride. Ascending up the platform, he got to the boarding zone just as the bus appeared around the turn. Excellent timing...he was working on that, and getting better by the week it felt.

The shuttle pulled to a halt, and he entered, heading towards the back. It seemed fairly sparse, only about half the seats filled, and he could have taken a seat closer to the front, but the back just felt comfortable for him. It was one of those buses with a seat along the full length of the back, so he could stretch out a bit if he wanted, too. He was checking his phone, not paying too much attention to anyone around him as he checked on a last-second e-mail from work - which turned out to be nothing pertinent to him, just a reminder for another department that got sent to everyone. He took the seat to his right, settling in as the bus started to move, and then took a causal gander to his right across the aisle. And momentarily got entirely thrown.

Sitting in the seat on the right side in the same row as him was a dragon.

A completely naked dragon.

A completely naked dragon proudly sporting an erection.

A completely naked dragon proudly sporting an erection and sitting with his right foot planted on the seat in front of him, tilting his body slightly to ensure that cock got pointed in his direction just enough to be unnerving.

Craig quickly tried to hurry his gaze back in front of him, but it was too late to avoid a clear view of what the green reptile was displaying. A body he clearly had to be proud of, fairly muscular and attractive, certainly a good deal bigger than Craig was - dragons were one of the larger types of anthros, so not a surprise. That dick, though...a deep red color, pointed at the tip, quickly reaching a healthy thickness with ridges along the top and bottom, and a nice fat knot near the base...his mind was liable to linger on that a bit more than it should have.

Craig, in his private moments, knew it was the kind of thing he went for, at least in fantasy. He’d only had a couple sexual encounters on Earth, with humans, but they hadn’t really amounted to much. And that was largely because he found human male cocks to just be...boring. He liked bigger, more unusual shapes, and his porn tastes were decidedly more anthro or alien in nature...as was his choice in toys, which he played with a fair bit more. Nothing, however, was quite the size or shape of what this dragon was showing. It stood out so starkly against the lighter green scales, especially with his crooked leg as a backdrop.

No one on the bus was paying any mind to it, and Craig knew they wouldn’t. One of the differences about the culture here was an acceptance of nudity and sexuality that was far freer than any place he knew on Earth. Public nudity and exposure were freely allowed, even public sex was perfectly fine. In fact it was one of the things that he tended to get warnings about from some humans back when he was stating his intention, that it was a planet of debauchery and just raunchy sex all over the place. In truth, while nudity was quite common, public sex tended to only happen in particular places - alleyways between buildings, public parks, designated clubs, those kinds of locations. On the main walkways and such, people were a bit too busy getting around to be, well, getting around. Craig hadn’t witnessed a public sex act yet - not that he’d really been looking - but he’d seen some exposed privates that had fueled his fantasies here and there. This would no doubt be no different.

“You new around here?”

The voice came from the same direction...Craig swallowed and looked over. Of course, the dragon was looking at him, grinning casually. “Ah...about...six months…”

“Fresh enough. From Earth, I’m guessing?”

“Y-yeah.” Don’t look at the D, don’t look at the D, don’t look at the D…

“Figures, that’s about the reaction I usually hear about. You get used to it in time. You work nearby, then?”

Fuck. He’s a chatter. I’m not getting out of this one...just try to talk with him, make conversation, act casual, don’t freak out over this. It’s normal here, you want to get to the point where you feel like it’s normal. “Yeah, in the Ancarta office. Finance.”

“Cool. I do interior design and organization. You want your fengs shuied, I can do that. They like when they have a guy who can plan the layout of rooms and then actually move the stuff around without needing too much help. Also kind of a mover at times, though I like the planning part a bit better. Sometimes get hired on contract for some half-and-half, it keeps me busy.”

“There’s a lot of that going on around here?”

“More than you might think. People want to redesign all the time - sometimes they made mistakes, other times they’re getting new furniture and need to make it fit, and then there are those who think they just need good vibes. Doesn’t matter why they want it, I’m just there to make sure they get it, if it’s physically possible to get. And there’s plenty of times where I have to find a way to make it physically possible.”

“I guess sometimes it’s challenging. They probably had someone like you do the office, too…”

“Might’ve been helping out on that. Where is it?”

“Uh...19th and Ecklin.”

“Ah, not one of my jobs. Shame, that’s supposed to be a pretty flush place, would’ve fed me quite nicely for a while. Ah, well, can’t win ‘em all. You make pretty good scratch?”

“It’s good. It’s not exactly the highest for my position, but...well, I’m still relatively junior, so it’s one of those things were I have to work my way up.”

The dragon grinned wider. “Sounds to me like you’re already pretty worked up.”

Saying it like that made Craig even more so. “It’s...I mean, I’m okay with it, I’m cool with it, it’s just, uh, never been quite so...er...in-my-face before.”

“Uh-huh...sure it’s not because you want it MORE in your face?”

“Ah...I…don’t even know you...”

“Heh, I can see it in your eyes. What’s your name, new guy?”

“It’s Craig.” It took more effort to get that out than he had anticipated. He was trying to keep an even expression, but the heat in his face was clearly betraying his embarrassment, and as much as he was trying to avoid it his eyes were darting down to that cock here and there.

“Aryl. See, we know each other better already. And there are better ways to get to know someone, too. Ain’t many closer connections than inside. Why don’t you hop over here and see for yourself?”

“Uh...well...I…”

The provocative dragon snickered and leaned towards him. “Listen, Craig, I’ve seen that look you have in your face before. I KNOW you’re salivating over this. You’re not sure about it because it’s something new, something that you’re not used to...there’s only one way to get used to it, and when you’ve got a guy CLEARLY inviting you to get used to it, it’s worth getting over the hump and getting into a hump, dont’cha think?”

That boldness was at once enticing and unnerving - Aryl was so confident that it almost felt like it might be a set-up of some kind. But the dragon was right, Craig knew he wanted this, there was a tent in his pants that was irrefutable evidence of that. He sidled closer to Aryl, heart pounding as his nose got its first taste of draconic musk, a scent that it immediately found addictively alluring. Thick and oily, yet with a tiny hint of sweetness, just enough to catch him off-guard.

Aryl was leaning back upright more as Craig got closer, and almost inadvertently the human placed an arm on the dragon’s forearm. Immediately the sturdiness of it stuck out to him - Aryl didn’t look overtly like a muscleman, but damn if that dragon didn’t have as firm a muscle as the buffest of the buff. No wonder he was the labor as well as the design, he could probably have lifted the bus over his head...the sort of thing that would make Craig weak in the knees, were he not sitting safely down. Though, how much longer that would be, he wasn’t sure…

“Hang on, now.” Aryl’s voice caught him just before he got up within reach of that tool. “I can tell those are nice clothes, and let me tell you, my spunk doesn’t wash out easy. Believe me, learned that the hard way. You oughta get them out of harm’s way…”

Craig must’ve been almost as red as that cock by this point. It was an obvious ploy to get him just as naked as Aryl was, and yet also a ruthlessly effective wielding of the truth - he definitely didn’t want to get these clothes wet with anything that would be office-inappropriate. Even if the world was more relaxed about that stuff, there were still standards of professionalism in that sort of setting. But with all these people around...a couple of them even glancing back at him, he could see a raccoon taking pictures or video with his phone. All these prying eyes, could he work up the nerve? But...there was a prize, right there, and wasn’t he saying he needed to get more comfortable with it? If he undressed and the world didn’t end, that was step one.

He shifted away a bit, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off a bit awkwardly, trying not to pay any mind to any potential onlookers. He wasn’t going to bother trying to keep in wrinkle-free, but a halfway-decent fold was certainly warranted - something quick so he could get this over with and get to the distracting dragon dick. His nice shoes were tucked under the seat, his socks balled up inside. He worked his pants off a bit more slowly, the heat redoubling as his briefs were exposed with a very obvious bulge and wet spot in the front - it was pristinely clear to anyone that, embarrassed as he was, he wanted this bad.

After his pants were folded, he hesitated a moment, before finally committing to it - he pulled down his briefs and set them nearby, away from the other garments. His needy hard-on was jutting up proudly, a healthy size as far as he was aware - he’d never measured, but he never felt dissatisfied with it. A challenge next to a dragon that easily over-doubled him in length and girth, not counting that fat knot, but somehow he wasn’t really feeling inadequacy, and Aryl wasn’t making any snarky remarks about it. Now freed from the shackles of civilized living, he scooted back towards Aryl and this time received no impediment to reaching him and starting to rub and stroke that cock.

“Mrrr...that feels good. Isn’t this better, so much less constrained?” Aryl’s arm went somewhat around the human, not pulling him in or even tightly holding him but making Craig feel like his path of escape was cut off if he wanted it...at the moment, though, he couldn’t have wanted anything less.

“Y-yeah…” He still felt a little uncertain, but that was going away as the reality presented itself - he was naked in the back of a bus, with at least three people watching that weren’t involved with him or Aryl, and there was absolutely no consequence. It was one thing to know it, another to live it...and so he was going to live it up. His rubbing became more vigorous, and he leaned into Aryl’s crotch, taking a deeper breath to drink in that musky scent that made him feel slightly dizzy. Though his experience was limited, it was enough that he wasn’t really apprehensive about any of the coming acts - despite the fact that it was working with tools more exotic and sizable than any he’d played with before.

Still, that presented opportunities. And one of those was playing with a slit for the first time. His other hand reached down towards the base of the dragon’s shaft, rubbing against the well-parted opening underneath the knot. There wasn’t a ton of space with the full breadth of the erection taking it up, but enough that he could slip a finger inside just a bit and rub against the sensitive flesh within. That got a nice rumbling purr out of Aryl. “Damn, Craig, you can’t tell me you’ve never played with a dragon before...going right for the slit, that’s an advanced-level play.”

“Never have...I’ve definitely imagined it before, though.”

“Ooh, a human with a taste for the exotic. I’m a lucky one. But you haven’t actually taken that taste yet, have you?”

“Ah, no…”

“Well, no time like the present, right?” That was a pretty unsubtle hint, but Craig didn’t mind, the encouragement was helping him. He got his face right up against that thick, warm shaft, and he broke through the mix of nervousness and excitement to dart his tongue out and lap at it. Immediately his tongue was assailed with flavor, thick and mildly salty and tangy...it was a lot for his inexperienced senses, but after the initial rush was tempered he found himself really liking it. It wasn’t at all comparable to something he would eat, it was delicious in a very different way, something he’d never known he’d been without.

His licking started out slower and more tentative, just because it was such a strong flavor that too much of it felt like it might spoil the experience. But gradually his tongue and nose adjusted to it, it was still strong but less overwhelming, and his licks got ever more adventurous and consistent. He slurped over every part of it, from the pointed tip to the ridged top and and bottom and smooth sides, all the way to the knot, or as much of it as he could reach. The more he lapped at it, the more gargantuan it seemed...he had wanted to try a blowjob, but this seemed too much for him to be able to handle without getting some experience under his belt. He didn’t know if he’d be that satisfying to Aryl with just this tongue washing...the dragon was leaking a bit of precum from his tip, enough that he could lick it up and get its saltier and muskier flavor all over his tongue, but he didn’t seem to be rushing to the finale from just this. Without any real experience, Craig had no idea how long he’d have to work to get Aryl off…

Aryl seemed to be cognizant of this as well, as he tapped Craig on the back. The human looked up at the dragon’s grinning face. “Enjoying?”

“Ah…yeah...it’s, uh, gonna take more than that, isn’t it?”

“Yep. But something tells me a mouth like yours needs to be worked up to that. Not sure you could stretch wide enough to even pop a ridge in. But there’s a part of you that’s a bit stretchier.”

Craig yelped a bit as Aryl grabbed him by the sides and actually hefted him up into the air a bit. The dragon shifted over a little bit, making sure view to the action was unobstructed, and got Craig positioned right over the pointed tip, to the point where the human could feel it brushing against his pucker, almost taunting him. That mixture of excitement and nervousness picked up quite a bit - Aryl seemed to be making quite the statement that this was going to happen, without really asking for Craig’s input! He couldn’t really say he minded that so much, though - that kind of take-charge action was actually kind of thrilling. But there was one other issue… “Ah...Aryl, I...I’m gonna be getting off in a few stops…”

“Oh, don’t worry…” Aryl growled seductively into his ear. “I’ll make sure you get off before then.” That was all the warning Craig got before a good few inches of dragon dick sank into his rear, turning anything he might have said afterwards into a strained cry of immediate bliss. He might not have used anything quite this big, but all that practice certainly made it easier to handle the real deal; it was a definite stretch, but it felt SO good, the warmth of that dragon dick was way better than the facsimiles. His arms grabbed onto Aryl’s and he pulled back into him slightly; now that he was in it, he couldn’t imagine NOT continuing.

“Mmrrr...haven’t had anything quite THIS big before, I can tell...but you’re no stranger to stretching.” Aryl’s strength was more than sufficient to easily lift and drop Craig on his cock, slowly driving it deeper and deeper with each motion. With his legs spread wide and Craig’s ankles braced on the outside of his knees, and sitting in the middle of the rear seats, it was very easy to see that thick dragon tool sinking into the human’s tight hole, the precum slowly dribbling down the length and soaking around Craig’s hole. There were four or five people looking now, two of whom were recording on their phones, including the raccoon who had dropped trou and was stroking himself, while the others were just enjoying the scene. It was unexpectedly exciting for Craig, losing his technical virginity in a crowd, even if it wasn’t as scandalous as it would have been on his previous world, there was still a feeling that it was outside the norm, still mildly deviant.

Soon Aryl was as deep as the top of his bulbous knot, thrusting upwards even as his arms still did most of the work. Craig’s voice was letting out only somewhat restrained moans, not wanting to bother anyone who wasn’t interested in the show, but his squirming was a more obvious indicator of how much he was enjoying this treatment. It was beyond fantastic, that cock speared so deep inside him, stretched him so wide, he could feel every inch and it made him shiver with each near-hilting. Those ridges were an amazing embellishment, he could feel them pop a little bit against his rear every time Aryl thrust in and out, and the serration meant that it felt like certain spots of him were being thumped repeatedly rather than once per thrust - especially effective on his prostate, which was getting as fierce a mauling as it had ever known. His own cock was steel-hard, flopping up and down and splattering pre around the floor in front of him, threatening to go off like a geyser at any time.

And Aryl was fanning the flames quite nicely, as one of his hands shifted to the front to stroke the bulge in Craig’s gut, getting another lewd moan out of the human. “Taking me like a champ...can feel you squeezing down on me, you must really be wanting to feel me blow in you, don’t you?” Panting, Craig gave a delirious nod, pushing back into Aryl and clenching down on him; the dragon’s thrusts were getting shorter, still hard but faster and pulling out less, and it was pushing his buttons something fierce. “Rrr, such a sexy little human, gonna make sure you get a nice thorough fucking like you’ve been wanting for so long...you’re gonna be so full you’ll barely be able to walk once I’m done with you…”

Craig didn’t know if Aryl could really do that, but he more than wanted the dragon to try, he almost needed it, needed to feel that flood inside him, filling him to the brim. He was clenching down more, twisting a bit to give Aryl more stimulation, moaning louder as the rubbing of his gut didn’t cease, putting the sheer girth of what was penetrating him into even more stark a light. He heard a remark from nearby, “holy fuck this is so hot…” and really it was exactly his sentiment, everything about this was everything that he could imagine turning him on and he was still almost feeling like he was in a dream, that this was some elaborate fantasy that he’d gotten caught up into, and he never wanted it to end.

But it did, in pretty momentous fashion. Suddenly, Aryl’s grip shifted again, tightly grabbing Craig’s sides and pulling him down HARD, and Craig gave a loud cry as the dragon’s knot was suddenly and forcefully stuffed inside him, swelling to its max. This act in itself was enough for Craig to start cumming, jets of seed pulsing pretty hard onto the floor in front of him, getting up at least two seats in front of them with the force of his ejaculation. Moments into that, Aryl let out a deep growl of release, and Craig felt the first thick pulse of dragon spunk splash into his innards. Each shot from Aryl felt like it was about twenty times as voluminous as Craig’s own production, and with his ass being sealed by that enormous knot it had nowhere to go but in, he could swear he could feel that building up just as Aryl had threatened. There was nothing for him to do but ride it out, pushing back into the dragon, squirming and moaning and squeezing on that tool like he was milking it for all it could produce.

Craig’s orgasm relented well before Aryl’s; even though the pleasure high was fading, he could still feel the dragon pumping more into him, and he couldn’t tell if the bulge was bigger but it sure FELT bigger, he was fully aware of the additional fluid inside him, warm and thick and feeling so wonderful. It felt like it was making it a bit hard to breathe, but it felt so worth it, he wouldn’t have wanted it to end early even if it did make it easier to get air into him.

As he relaxed into Aryl, he heard a voice over the intercom, an automated message informing him of the stop they were coming to. Craig’s stop. His eyes opened wide, and he tried to straighten up a bit, but two thick arms wrapped around him, keeping him in place. Not that it made that much difference - that knot was still plugging him up and there was no way he was getting off of it any time soon. He heard the dragon’s voice in his ear again. “Oh, is this your stop?”

“Y...yes…”

“Hm, well, you’re kinda stuck here...I wouldn’t want to hurt you by trying to pull out here.” A hot tongue licked against his neck, making Craig shiver. “Too bad...you’ll just have to get off at MY stop, then. If I’m not out by then, it shouldn’t be long after...and then you can come to MY place, and I can give you a PROPER introduction to this world. Six months late, perhaps, but better late than never, right?”

It occurred to Craig that this might have been Aryl’s plan all along...but he found it hard to mind that. As he sank back into that sturdy dragon body, he realized he was looking more forward to his ‘abduction’ than he had been to getting off at his usual stop, not to mention the promise of much more action once he was there. And maybe after he was properly broken in, he’d be getting out as often as he had envisioned he would...and he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t ask Aryl to force the issue, if the dragon was willing. And he didn’t think that would be a hard sell.