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“One ticket, please,” mumbled Thomas as he paid for his ride back home. He watched the old Canine glance at the bill, checked it, and then handed him said ticket for the fare.

The young Crocodile retrieved the ticket, watching the tiny paper held by his large green-scaled digits before he punched it with the machine at his side.

The 4th line wasn’t one he usually took. In fact, he had never taken it before, but his ride had died after a fender-bender when an idiot suddenly swerved in front of him and braked without checking what he was doing. That idiot had been a drunk moron who nearly managed to cause the worst accident in town if not for Thomas’ reflexes but even then… His car was totaled, and it would take time to get the guy’s assurance to pay the damages or earn it to get a new one.

It left him with a sour taste in his mouth as he looked at the packed bus. The 4[SUP]th[/SUP] line was going from the upper north to the suburbs, making it almost necessary for those who worked in business or downtown. Even at 9 pm, it was bustling with people looking to get back home… And Thomas was no different, scratching where his scales had been chaffed by his apron. It burned, but not in a good way.

And he wanted nothing but to return home to apply his cream there and have a long night.

He advanced, lifting his tail so as not to suddenly sweep people’s legs with it or have them stomp on it. He advanced, his green eyes looking from left to right. Most places were taken… old people, though he could see a bodybuilder-like of a bull reading on his phone by his right… or a jumpy teen lynx glancing around as if he would be eaten.

No place in the front.

Thomas sighed, advancing deeper where the bus opened a little and where he could stay up, albeit surrounded by people. It was better than being in the way… Or turning back.

“Sorry… Sorry. I’m… I’m getting here, thanks!” he mumbled, minding his tail and the people around as he turned and twisted… And managed to find a spot in the middle of a group. Without thinking, he outstretched a hand to grab one of the handles and sighed, closing his eyes.

Soon, he would be home.

Soon… he would sleep an-

“Hehe.”

He clearly heard a deep chuckle around. No… More than that, he felt something brushing with his posterior and legs.

He looked above his shoulder, only to see those around lost on their phones, their faces and muzzles illuminated by the LEDs. Thomas growled… But then he returned to his own phone, opening it with a notification: his father wouldn’t be at home today. There was nothing new under the sun, Thomas’ father was a doctor often stuck at work for the whole night.

It could be the perfect moment to call his boyfriend and have him come home.

The mere idea brought a smile to the Crocodilian's face as he typed a quick message. Something short, not too needy.

Something like: “Hey. I’m going back home, nobody there because my father stays at work, wanna chill?”

No. It was too clear. So he started with: “Hey. I’ll be alone, tonight. Do you want to do something?”

Thomas grumbled as he erased everything and tried again: “Hey. What about staying at my place-

This time, Thomas could tell. The hand brushing his ass wasn’t due to an error. It patted his ass, touched it, stroked it. It toyed with the area near his tail, even stroked it. But as he snapped his neck, he could only see those guys. And they were all looking at their phones, as guilty as the others in his eyes.

But he couldn’t move… And the ride was long.

Then… A chuckle.

The hand was back, and the Crocodile was about to snap about it, turn and twist, when he heard a notification.

“No problem. Enjoy our gift, though,” was the message he received along with the smiley face… As he looked at it, he felt blood rush to his face. And… He felt more hands along his ass as well as someone’s breath on his neck, a caprine.

“Don’t say anything, bitch,” chuckled that guy who, by bending over his shoulder, showed how bigger he was.

The hands were all over Thomas’ fatty and generous ass, cupping it, taping it, pinching it. Under those hands, Thomas felt his heart flutter, and blood rush down to his dick like a horny teen. But… he was an adult. A responsible adult. Yet… He didn’t utter a thing when those hands explored his ass, and another went on the front.

His belt was tested, a digit dancing over the leather until it found the front buckle and unbuckled it.

“Hhh… Sh-Shit. They’ll see,” moaned Thomas as the belt was removed… And the buttons atop his tail, keeping the slot tight, undone. Yet, firm hands held the front, keeping it up and high… While the lower side was pulled down. Down… Down until the Crocodile’s tail slipped away from the slot. The loose fabric revealed that white brief which, too, was pulled until the Bus’ sultry atmosphere rushed against Thomas’ bare cheeks.

“They’ll see… Only if you don’t follow our lead,” said another voice, its natural purr revealing it to be a Tiger, a horny one.

But he was right? Thomas looked left and right, only to see the back of more people around him, though they were chuckling on their phones. With the way they pressed, they formed a wall around and behind him, putting him at the center of a formation with only his front exposed, right by the doors.

The Crocodile trembled, quivered… But exhaled as he felt the Caprine’s beard brush his nape and scales, his lips as sweet as honey and his breath controlled.

“Hhh… F-Fuck,” moaned Thomas as he felt someone’s warm finger press against his ass. Warm with a soft but tickling fur. He gasped, his green eyes rolling as he closed them. And he trembled, feeling a finger hook his mouth.

“Shhh. You don’t want to wake up the grandmas,” continued a third voice, low and rumbling. It was probably a predator, but Thomas wasn’t sure. Yet, he nodded along, and so he received a tender tap on his cheeks.

“Good boy.”

Good boy. Only the words made his heart beat faster, and his tail wagging like a dog despite the finger exploring between his asscheeks. He… His face burned while his hands were grabbed, twisted… pulled… And finally bound in front of him, the bite of leather all too familiar. His green eyes wandered down, noticing he had his hands wrapped around one bar, although he couldn’t still wiggle his way out.

However, he didn’t try.

He didn’t, as he was feeling hot and bothered, his front about to burst from need and excitation. He was hard, exceptionally so, and he was even feeling a tad damp in his briefs. But no traces through his pants. He was lucky to do so… And even more lucky as he sensed the finger pull back and be replaced by a cold, minty touch.

Lube. It was sticky, tacky, and slippery. Thomas wasn’t a virgin back there, and the sensation was extremely familiar. Enough for him to relish and grumble with delight as his ass tickled from the mint-flavored lube.

“Oh,” he moaned, the deep rumbling escaping his extended throat until he stopped. Steps… The bus was slowing down as he tried…. He tried to regain his composure as a second digit went inside his clenching ass and stroked it. With the two together, the man inside Thomas went through a long and careful back and forth. One that stretched the Crocodile and teased his prostate like no one else. Even keeping it down and quiet became a challenge.

With those soft fingers rammed, turning, twisting, his inner walls were sending wave after wave of sensations that could be comparable to an impromptu invasion. He gasped, he heaved, he had his mouth agape while his green eyes were dilated and focused on what was ahead… On the door that opened as an old lady stepped off… And was replaced by a Gorilla. A familiar one whose black fur and blue eyes would have made him look like every quidam.

But not the Crocodile whose bewildered eyes focused on that one… Who glanced at him back and smiled.

“Thomas! You’re taking the line?” asked the Gorilla, raising a hand and patting the Crocodile’s shoulder, sending a quiver… And forcing the Crocodile’s asshole to clench on those fingers like a dead grip. Much to someone’s frustration behind.

“Y-Yes!” mouthed the Crocodile, feeling the fingers wiggling and playing with his orifice, trying to free themselves.

“Is there a problem? You’re high?” asked the Gorilla, raising an eyebrow and starting to look down… Only for the Crocodile to clear his throat and to have the guy on his left shift his position, hiding the bar and the belt.

“Sorry. I’m… I’m kinda down,” started the Crocodile, blurting excuse after excuse. “My car is wrecked, work is shit… It’s the end of the day… I… I wanna go home and rest. What about you?”

Yet, even as he stated this, Thomas felt the wiggling fingers prying his cheeks open and forcing him… To lean further, especially as a third and wide digit slipped inside. He groaned, he trembled, and he enjoyed the moment as the three were forced inside him.

“Ouch. That’s rough. I know you’re unlucky, but that’s… Fuck man,” said the Gorilla, smack his forehead. “We’ve known each other for what… Ten years? You can ask me anything to help you! It’s not because you’re a fag I won’t help you!”

“It’s… It’s fine, Rob’. It’s fine. I’ll fix it next month; there’s nothing to worry about. But- But you! How’s your job at the drugstore? It’s not what you wanted?”

“Ah… no. It’s shitty. Manager is an ass; he’s constantly taking a break to go at the Milk Bar. He “can” nice and all, but I can’t stand his breath and his holier-than-thou attitude. You know.”

Thomas’ mind barely recognized the name, though he had… Tried the Milk Bar once. It had been an excellent experience, albeit people gave him funny glances as he stepped outside. Plus… He knew about the breath issue Robert mentioned, making his scales go redder…

And not only from the sudden pull on his ass. Although that one didn’t help, nor did that cockhead start to poke at his hole. Wide, broad, but not flat… Yup, that was a predator.

“Hah. I- I get what you mean! It’s the same thing at the restaurant! Not the breath, I mean!” blurted the Crocodile, fumbling over his words while he heard the chuckles around.

“My boss is a nasty ass. He keeps complaining about my work and my ethics, saying it was different before and I should stick up mo-MORE! For the place,” the Crocodile said and exploded, feeling the firm shaft pressing between his cheeks and plunging within his gaping and lubed hole. The one behind wasn’t taking his time. He was brutish, abusive… But it felt so much better.

“RIGHT! That’s fucking it! “You don’t know what it is to sacrifice everything for your family! You only care about yourself!” he keeps saying that while he is cheating on his wife! What a cunt!”

“Y- Yeah!” nodded along Thomas, sweating bullets as another inch was slipped between his cheeks. He nearly gagged at the sensation, but… Hell, it felt so good as his prostate was lovingly nudged, and a spurt of precum escaped from his hard cock.

“Are you okay? You’re not sick?” asked Robert, a smirk appearing on his face as he crossed his massive arms over his tank top.

“May-be. With everything going, I’m… Not so gr-reat! Shit… I wish… I could take a day off like that,” moaned the Crocodile, stifling any cry by putting a hand over his face and coughing.

However, with each cough, his asshole clenched and so worsened the sensations inside his ass… So it was intensified, bringing even a tear to his left green eye before he wiped it.

“I get you. If I’m sick, my boss is on my back and forces me to have a doctor’s note. But you know how it is… Shit! That’s my stop! See you later, Thomas!”

With a flurry, the Great Ape turned, twisted, and made signs to the bus driver. This seemed enough as Robert nearly jumped off the bus once the doors opened.

“Next time, Robert… I-t was a pleasure to talk with you!”

“Same! But next time, without your friends!”

As the realization sunk in and Thomas’ eyes focused on the Gorilla’s shit-eating grin, the Crocodile barely heard the Caprine speaking to his ear or the man going inside his ass.

“He’s right… You were sooo obvious,” commented the Caprine.

“Really? But… He didn’t seem so,” answered the one hiding Thomas’ bound hand, a boar whose dirty yellow suit pointed him to be a construction worker.

“Yeah, he was obviously enjoying it,” added the third, the one going inside Thomas. His voice was low, but a deep growl escaped it as he plunged entirely within the Crocodile, making Thomas wince… Sigh. And gasp.

“Like now. He’s showing it. And squeezing my dick like a vice grip,” moaned that unknown third.

“Shit… get done with it. I don’t want you to take ages! I want my turn, too!” added another one, a part of the wall that hid the Crocodile from prying eyes.

“Hhh… Sh-Shit. You’re big,” moaned Thomas as the man behind him started to hump his ass. There was no back and forth, no clapped cheeks at that moment. Instead, there was only the fine exploration of that generous ass as his dick moved only a few inches at the time… Solely to focus on the Crocodile’s prostate, on his rim… On those walls that closed and massaged the dick, much to Thomas’ dismay.

The guy made no effort to keep himself on edge, either… And after only a few minutes, a raspy sigh graced the Crocodile’s ear.

“Your ass is good, but don’t clench so hard,” moaned the guy as he pulled back, pulling despite the suckling and tightening rim.

The suction noise continued as the inches were released, one by one… Before the hole was left open, gaping, and creampied. Ready to be taken by someone else. And someone else did, exchanging roles and, with a quickly undone belt, the Crocodile sensed another cock being ushered inside. Wider, flatter, hence a prey cock. Something that made his hole tingle from the stretch despite the current gape. And… Without a second thought, Thomas started to lean against the bar as the guy humped his ass while holding onto his tail.

It continued at the same pace as the young Crocodile leaned against the bar. Again… Again… Again. The men were going inside his ass with the strength of brutes until he had his jaw smacked against the steel. But it was good… It felt good against his prostate as his eyes rolled. He didn’t even oppose when the others around started to stroke him. Their hands went inside his shirt and pants and touched his delicate and sensitive scales. They pinched his erect nipples, touched his belly, and found his dick as hard as steel and dripping with fluids.

Even one… Even the Caprine went for Thomas’ mouth, tasting the breath mixing coffee and poorly prepared bolognese sauce. The Crocodile’s eyes widened while the tongue teased his, while it took and invaded his throat to make it bulge from within. He quivered and trembled; his mind enraptured by the sensation as he sensed another one ejaculate within him… That one pulled… Then another replaced him. Another went inside, plunged, pushed… And forced the Crocodile to silence a moan.

People went in and out, the view mainly hidden away from the passerby… But sometimes, Thomas caught glimpses… Caught sight… Caught the vision of familiar faces glancing in his direction before they stepped off. They scorned, snarled… One even smiled at the poor Crocodile’s ravished mouth and exhausted face.

Perhaps that one, too, desired to have a turn.

Thomas didn’t know. Couldn’t. He merely fought against his rising climax as a new dick took him. A wide one that made his tail wag and his cock throb with needs. His prostate was about to burst, feeling swollen, much like his cocktip. His balls were clenched, his legs so tense he could get a cramp at any moment. He… He was feeling overwhelmed, overtaken by the sensation and moments. He quivered.

“Ready, bitch?” asked one of the men, another Boar. His hands were holding onto Thomas, giving the Croc’s cock a firm and brutal squeeze. His thumb was on the Crocodile’s glans, pressing against it as Thomas’ pleasure reached its peak.

“P- Please!” he moaned as he felt something wrap around his cock… Something like a thin veil, making his genitals less sensitive to the touch… But did it matter to him?

Not when that large organ nudged his prostate and gave it a firm but lovingly squeeze. Then another… Then another. That one took his time, though… Enough to push the Croc’ beyond the edge, to push him into the abyss of pleasure and delight.

That one… Took his time and forced the Crocodile to straighten his back. He held him by the neck, bit his shoulders, and…. He smacked the Crocodile’s prostate.

In an instant, Thomas cried. He cried. Right away, one mouth went at his to muffle him. Still, it managed to catch the people’s attention from the commotion as all the men were surrounding one.

But to Thomas? Oh… It didn’t matter at all. Not when his mind focused on the pleasure, not when he ejaculated rope after rope, when his feet claws dug into his shoes and his legs tensed until he was on his toes.

“Mphh-Y-yhghhhfff!” moaned the Crocodile, his green eyes rolling in their socket as the Boar’s hands gave his balls a firm squeeze, producing the perfect mix of pleasure and pain for Thomas as his body reached another, but different, peak. And then… dropped.

Tension, pulse, pleasure, pain. Everything dropped. For a moment, his world became too blinding and intense for his dulled mind. That touch over his cock and balls was too much, the same as the fluids dripping over them, or that thin veil. The hands on his ass and belt were too much. His brutalized and formerly bound wrists were free, but he didn’t move… Nor try to fight back against the gravity sending them back against the pole.

The fingers on his chest and shirt were too numerous, ravenous in undoing the damage they had done, and too brutal in putting back the vest on him.

Even the scent of sex… The smell of those men surrounding him was… Too much. He blinked, his irises contracting and his ears focusing. Someone talked to him… An old man. The others… They had dispersed and moved on their seats, leaving the Crocodile hanging by the metal bar as an old feline shook him off.

“Are you okay? Did they brutalize you?” asked the gruff lynx.

“…W- What?” asked Thomas, blinking. Then, he shook his head. “No. I’m fine. And it should be my stop!”

In a glimpse of mindfulness, Thomas looked through the windows and recognized the place, pushing the button to signal it was his time to go.

“Are you sure? We can ca-“

“I’m good, thanks, sir!” nodded the Crocodilian, halfway turning to the Lynx before he stepped off and stood by his bus stop in the quasi-middle of nowhere. It was the deep ends of the suburbs, mainly the poorest ones. But as he stepped off, he noticed a face and heard a ping from his phone.

“How was the surprise?” asked his boyfriend through text.

The same who waved at Thomas with his phone in hand, a smile plastered over that face.

Despite the exhaustion, the loss of control the Crocodile had experienced, he approached. Thomas approached, confident as he noted the scent of sex sticking to his clothes and body. To the dampness between his clenched cheeks and his cock… It… It was oddly arousing as they were in public.

But as he approached, Thomas ignored the sounds of vehicles and cars driving on the road, following the bus. He opened his belt and pants, and pulled down his underwear until there was his cock… half-hard and soon more, coated with cum and still covered by that condom. One he pulled, revealing the musky half-mast to his boyfriend.

“I loved it a lot... You can clean me, love,” he said… And moaned as that mouth closed on his dick.