A Heroic Lack of Orientation
And another story of Styve, the sergal, getting himself into yet ANOTHER situation where someone wants him and his luck is forcing him to go along with it. This time, it's with another supervillain, and a male, for once.
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A Heroic Lack of Orientation For Catsithx By Draconicon
Styve was walking home from a bowling game when the world suddenly exploded around him. The sergal ducked, several pieces of newly-poured concrete flying over his head, and one bucket of nails followed afterwards. The nails fell, the points embedding themselves fractions of an inch away from his legs and paws, and the sidewalk shattered just far enough away from him to avoid knocking him off his feet and into the other sharp points.
If it wasn't for the fact that his superpower was luck, he would have said that used up all that he had left.
When the debris finished falling, he slowly lifted his head. Rising from the wreckage of the construction site next to him was a dragon, wide-winged and thick-shouldered, with a grin on his face.
The sergal groaned.
"Kain, this really isn't a good time."
"And you think that anytime would be?" the dragon asked, chuckling. "Besides, I'm here with a proposal."
"Great. What is it, another one of those 'be villains together' ideas?"
"Hardly."
"Then I'm going to guess that it's another challenge to a duel? You didn't do too well on the last one, if I recall correctly; fell right into the moat outside your tower."
"That...that was a mistake, and down to your power."
Probably was, though it made no nevermind when it came right down to it. He had said that he wouldn't use his power, and he hadn't. It didn't mean that his power wouldn't use itself.
At any rate, the dragon shifted in place, stretching his arms overhead and pulling at his jumpsuit and cape. The leotard-shaped thing pulled up on the dragon's package slightly, defining it a bit more than Styve particularly liked, and the sergal shook his head as he pulled his attention back to the dragon proper.
"So, what do you want, then?"
"Oh, you know. I've been watching you. Seeing you play with those other females..."
Styve's cheeks burned at the memory. In the last week, he'd gotten propositioned by a half-dozen females, each one looking to tease him and ride him. One had even mentioned that she wanted to get pregnant by him, and that had been a quick trip to nope-ville. But what did that have to do -
He blinked, looking down at the dragon's bulge again. It was...bigger. Throbbing a bit. He groaned.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"I don't kid about anything when it comes to sex, Styve."
"Yeah, but...I'm not gay. I'm not even bi."
"Doesn't matter. I want that dick in me today."
"Seriously? Come on. Just get a dildo. Hell, I'll go with you and do the whole 'clone your willy' thing if it's that important to you."
The dragon villain shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as his face split into a smirk. Styve knew that look, and he knew what was coming next.
"You're going to fuck me, and you're going to do it right here."
"Or you're going to blow up the city. Right?"
"Yep. Pretty much."
"You know there's a group of people that you can just pay for this sort of thing, right? They're happy for the money."
"Tick-tock, Styve."
Growling, the sergal tried to think of any way out of this. In the time it took him to jump the dragon, Kain would be able to set off at least a half-dozen explosions in the area. If even one of those got down to a gas main, then it would set off fires throughout the neighborhood. That, in turn, would lead to the buildings burning down throughout the city, spreading the fires around.
And that was the best-case scenario. That was if he could occupy the explosive dragon supervillain, keep him focused on the here and now rather than running through the city blowing it all up.
Kain didn't make it any easier by turning around, lifting his tail and running his hand along his scaly cheeks, parting one to the point where his leotard costume went right between the cheeks, pressing right up to the hole. It was a tight little pucker, he would give it that, but he hadn't been kidding. He was straight. He had no attraction for men in the slightest, and trying to -
The sergal blinked at a twitch down below, and he looked down at his pants. The slightest hint of a bulge started to form, and he groaned.
Are you kidding me?
Luck power. It meant that he always got what he needed to resolve a situation, though not always in the way that he wanted it. In this case, it was probably some sort of adrenaline reaction, forcing his cock to get hard out of a sense of danger. It didn't mean that he had any interest in nailing the dragon's hole...
But for the city, it seemed like he'd have to do it.
"Fine. Fuck you, but fine."
"Wonderful. Right here, if you please."
His opponent leaned against the half-destroyed wall around the construction site, holding his tail up and over his shoulders. He spread his legs a bit, then pulled his costume just enough to the side to show off his hole, rubbing his fingers over it.
"Come on. But no tricks now."
"As if I could pull one at this point..."
Styve grumbled as he pulled his pants off, stepping out of them. More than one citizen had to have seen them by now, and that meant either that others had called the police, or that they were filming this. He really hoped for the former.
As the sergal stepped up to the dragon, he tried to imagine Kain as a dragoness. It wasn't that hard; aside from the thick shoulders, which he didn't have to look at, the dragon had a nice ass. A bit harder and definitely more muscular than the other ladies that he liked to look at, but his cock was out of sight, and that meant that he could just stare at the hole.
Just pretend, just pretend...
He grumbled as he rubbed his cock up and down between the dragon's ass cheeks, feeling the pucker waiting for him. Styve told himself again that it was just anal with a dragoness, that he was going to get something safe. No chance for pregnancy this time.
Because it's with a guy, his traitorous mind said.
Styve pushed that out of his head, trying to focus just on that pucker again. That was gender-free, wasn't it? It looked tight, and he could feel it flexing against the head of his cock. This would work out okay. Just one little fuck, and the city would be saved, and he could go home and -
"Are you going to shove it in or not?"
The masculine voice very nearly killed his boner, but the adrenaline rush kept it up. He grumbled.
"Well, if you're going to be a bitch about it...fine."
Styve grabbed the dragon by the tail, holding it up good and high. Kain yelped for a moment, squirming and scrambling to keep his footing, but Styve no longer cared. The yellow and purple sergal was ready to have some fun.
One more moment to line up, and then he slammed in. One good thrust, and the dragon was gasping under him, almost purring in pleasure from the sudden impact. Kain arched his back as Styve pulled back a little, wiggling for a different angle, and then the dragon groaned as he slammed in again.
"Oooooh, fuck, that's the spot..."
Really? I couldn't tell.
Hoping to keep the dragon from talking, he hammered away, keeping his eyes closed and just focusing on the feeling of the tight hole clasping around his cock. The rim was the tightest, obviously, but the inner walls were nice and close, as well, smooth and soft against his cock. And hot, too, the dragon pushing back and grinding on him, keeping him buried as deep as possible at all times.
Forward, back, forward, back, each thrust making the dragon gasp beneath him, making the villain moan. Every time that he heard Kain starting to work himself up to a monologue, he increased his speed, slamming in faster, harder, rougher. The last thing that he needed was for the dragon to find his voice, remind him that he was fucking a guy.
Just don't look, just don't listen, and you'll be fine. A good little dragoness. That's all he is. Just a dragoness with a...with a dick...
Styve kept thinking about him as a dragoness, and his cock slowly started to stiffen further and further in that tight hole. He rutted it good and hard, and Kain soon leaned forward, panting, offering himself rather than thrusting back. Styve could just barely make out the sound of the dragon's dick slapping against his belly, and he forced himself to ignore that, too, focusing instead on the warmth of that hole, of the way that it was squeezing down on him, tightening up, pulling at him.
And then, spasming. Kain was cumming.
Sighing with relief that the dragon was finally going over the edge, Styve pulled out, his cock throbbing at full length, but nowhere near full excitement. Kain slumped forward, panting as he collapsed over the destroyed construction equipment.
"There. You're fucked. City's saved. Leave me alone."
"Ba...ha...ha...so good..."
And the dragon was fucked silly, too. He didn't know if he should feel good about being able to do that, but he didn't really care. All that mattered was that it was done and he could get back home now.
Hopefully the shower was working. He needed a cold one after this.
The End