{"sf1_id":1649921,"sf2_id":"ZmMqyWWm","title":"Civic Duty","author":"Deiny","words":1918,"posted_at":"2020-11-13T10:13:00.000Z","tags":["Cloacalingus","Dinosaur","Female POV","Human on ambiguous","Larger Female","M/F","Size Difference","cloaca","theropod"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1649921-civic-duty","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMqyWWm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/52/5d/525dfa30-7375-4033-a713-a410fdb0712d","description":"Thanks to ijoe for arting this little story!","content":"\\\u003eBe a large theropod.  \n\\\u003eNeed cloaca serviced on a regular basis, and you can't do it yourself.  \n\\\u003eOther theropods are rare enough that your urgency can become a... problem.  \n\\\u003eThere are clinics, but they aren't covered by most insurance, and the rates can be high.  \n\\\u003eThe government has \"solved\" the problem through a system similar to jury duty.  \n\\\u003eWhenever you need it, you go to the theropod public services office, and they hand you a letter to deliver to some poor unlucky human  \n\\\u003eUsually they're pretty upset about it, understandably.  \n\\\u003eThe whole thing is humiliating for both sides, but it's better than the alternative.  \n\\\u003eYou're feeling a particular urgent need for servicing at the moment.  \n\\\u003eIt's bad enough that you needed to call out of work and head to the TSO immediately this morning.  \n\\\u003eNow you're standing outside the small home you've been sent to, feeling anxious and embarrassed.  \n\\\u003eYour need is bigger than the distress, but it always takes a few minutes to work up the courage anyway.  \n\\\u003eYou summon the conviction, and stride up to the door.  \n\\\u003eThere's no bell, just a knocker.  \n\\\u003eIt says \"anon\", and there's an engraving on it of a theropod-like head facing right but staring left with a nervous look.  \n\\\u003eThat's interesting, maybe this is a fellow theropod's home?  \n\\\u003eGetting one out of the duty system is like winning the lottery.  \n\\\u003eYour heart flutters with hope as you tap the knocker.  \n\\\u003eYou hear movement inside, and you find yourself swaying your tail in anticipation.  \n\\\u003eA theropod's house, you can't believe it!  \n\\\u003eBut the hope is dashed, and thrown into a pit when a normal male human opens the door.  \n\\\u003eYour tail falls, and your jaw hangs a bit in angst.  \n\\\u003eWhen he realizes what you are, his jaw opens as well. You know this isn't a sign of sadness in humans though, it's shock.  \n\\\u003eThe embarrassment returns with full force.  \n\\\u003eYou reach out and hand him the letter.  \n\\\u003eBefore he opens it, you turn around. You can't look at his face anymore.  \n\\\u003eThe poor guy.  \n\\\u003eYou hear a tear, and the unfolding of paper.  \n\\\u003eHe's reading the order, likely realizing this is legitimate and he's really obligated to do this  \n\\\u003e\"No fucking way\", you hear him say behind you  \n\\\u003eYou squint your eyes and with a wavering voice say, \"J-just follow the instructions, it'll only be an hour of your time. I'm so sorry about this.\"  \n\\\u003eThe paper folds, and you flinch.  \n\\\u003eYou sigh at your own fear, and just lift your tail up.  \n\\\u003eYou shouldn't be worrying so much. He'll do it, or he won't. You'll find out soon enough.  \n\\\u003eGod do you hope he just goes along with it, your need is strong now  \n\\\u003eYou've been through this dozens of times, so you know what to expect.  \n\\\u003eLots of awkward fumbling around, and constant pausing to check the diagrams, but eventually you'll have some relief.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Step 1: Tell the theropod to lift their tail.  \n  \n\\\u003eThat's checked, as if you could possibly NOT lift your tail right now. At this point, keeping it down almost hurts your swollen vent.  \n\\\u003eUgh, this is horrible. You just turned and gave a an eyeful of yourself to a human you don't even know, and now he's going to have to h-help you, or else.  \n\\\u003eThe need makes you do crazy things, but it's still horrible. The penalty for shirking this civic duty isn't small. You're basically forcing him to do this.  \n  \nStep 2: Carefully massage the outside of the vent with one hand, while holding the tail with your other hand.  \n  \n\\\u003eYou hear the clack of folded paper falling to the ground on its side, he's dropped the instructions?  \n\\\u003eIs he, not going to do it?  \n\\\u003eOh no, no no no. No way, you take it back. You don't feel bad, you NEED this.  \n\\\u003e\"Please... Don't send me away without doing anything. Whatever you're comfortable with, anything! I promise to give you a good rev-\"  \n\\\u003eYour words are cut off with a gasp when you feel hands connect with your rear end.  \n\\\u003eThe air is forced from your enormous lungs, and you stagger forward.  \n\\\u003eHe's pushing both palms firmly into the edge of your vent. In your overly sensitive state, the sensation is amazing.  \n\\\u003eYou have to take a step to keep yourself from falling, and moves with you, rubbing the delicate edge scales of your hot, puffed out sex.  \n\\\u003eYou want to be surprised, but this feeling is melting your mind.  \n\\\u003eIt's been weeks. You first felt the pang a few days ago, but you ignored it, tried to push it away.  \n\\\u003eIt grew within you, over the last several days, until the need grabbed every idle moment of your time  \n\\\u003eIt always did.  \n\\\u003eYou can't ignore your body, and now you're wondering why you tried.  \n\\\u003eYou feel him push his palms inward firmly from the left and right edges of your vent.  \n\\\u003eHis dexterous thumbs dive into the opening and drag across the inner lip.  \n\\\u003eYou go totally stiff as a lightning bolt fires through your body. The wave of pleasure follows close behind, and warms you into a haze of cotton.  \n\\\u003eHis thumbs draw circles across your sensitive outer fold while his fingers grip and his palms massage.  \n\\\u003eThis is more than any human has ever given you. Hell, it's almost as good as what a male of your own species does.  \n\\\u003eBefore you can settle into the feeling, he gives a hard rub inwards, then grabs the top lip of your vent and lifts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eStep 3: Use the palm of your hand to press into the vent while making a circular motion.  \n  \n\\\u003eYou can feel a coolness on your inner sex, the touch of air hitting the exposed cloaca.  \n\\\u003eYou feel him come in closer, his clothed legs brush your ankle.  \n\\\u003eThen you hear him take a deep breath, and sigh with contentment.  \n\\\u003eYour brain hasn't really caught up yet, but you instinctively know what's happening.  \n\\\u003eThe male is taking your scent.  \n\\\u003eThis thought fills you, that he's enjoying your body, and wants you.  \n\\\u003eYou realize this isn't obligation. It's not civic duty. He wanted this before you handed over the letter.  \n\\\u003eThe last shreds of hesitation you still had are blown away by this understanding. They're sent into the maelstrom of pleasure building in your body, and only serve to amplify it now.  \n\\\u003eHe pulls in closer, and your attention snaps back.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly and swiftly, he buries his face into your wide open sex.  \n\\\u003eHeavy spikes of pleasure and fire plow through you as he starts kissing and suckling the opening to your depths with a passionate fire of his own.  \n\\\u003eThe sensation of fuzziness returns in the wake of each wave that strikes your body.  \n\\\u003eYou can't really feel the world anymore, just the hot relief from the painful tension you've been suffering under.  \n\\\u003eYou're starting forward, but your eyes have become glassy, unfocused.  \n\\\u003eYou try to say something, anything. \"Thank you\", \"take me\", \"more\", but you're far beyond being able to speak.  \n\\\u003eInstead, the words catch in your throat, which makes a heavy rumbling growl instead.  \n\\\u003eHumans are usually frightened by growling. It's not a polite thing to do.  \n\\\u003eThis isn't a normal human though. The growl only makes him redouble his efforts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eStep 4: When the theropod indicates they're ready, use your tail hand to rub the base of it. Combined with vent rubbing, this will stimulate orgasm.  \n  \n\\\u003eHis hands, which were still holding the top lip of your vent until now, release it.  \n\\\u003eThey find their way to your hips, and start massaging them.  \n\\\u003eHis small hands are surprisingly good at massaging. The tender muscle adds an aching pleasantness to mix with the rest as he continues his oral attention.  \n\\\u003eHe's working his way up, and you know what's coming.  \n\\\u003eThe timing is perfect. The waves of pleasure crashing into you are getting stronger, and stronger  \n\\\u003eHe's passionately kissing your now sopping wet cloaca, and pressing towards the vagina inside.  \n\\\u003eHe seems to know his way around, and he's ready for you.  \n\\\u003eHis hands are inching towards your tail. Closer, and closer  \n\\\u003eThe anxiety from before is building. Your need isn't quenched anymore, and is rising through the still constant pleasure.  \n\\\u003eIt's growing bigger. Bigger than you. Larger than you can stand.  \n\\\u003eYou can't take it anymore. Your mind is blank, the torment of need has consumed you.  \n\\\u003eThere's a pressure like you've never felt before pushing against every bit of your being.  \n\\\u003eEvery scale is buzzing, every breath is ice. Nothing makes any sense. The only thing that's real is the mountain of tightness and you're flying up.  \n\\\u003eIn your mind's eye you're going up it at a blistering pace, but the peak is always just a little bit further.  \n\\\u003eHis hands clamp the base of your tail hard, and rub with all the strength he can manage.  \n\\\u003eYou slam straight into the mountain peak. The tension in you explodes, and you avalanche down the other side.  \n\\\u003eYour vagina is pushed up to the entrance of your cloaca, and onto his waiting lips.  \n\\\u003eHe latches onto it, kissing wide and pushing his tongue into you.  \n\\\u003eThe edges of your vision go dark, and streaks of light fly through the empty space.  \n\\\u003eYou feel like you're a point of numbness floating in space, with dancing stars all around.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eStep 5: Get out of the way! An orgasming theropod can lose control of their body for a short period. Be careful even if your theropod is smaller than you.  \n  \n\\\u003eThe feeling of blank euphoria lasts for an age.  \n\\\u003eYou can't really tell if time is passing anymore, or if you'll be stuck like this. Maybe you'll stay here, bathing in a calm peace forever.  \n\\\u003eIt's a nice thought, an endless dull euphoria.  \n\\\u003eIt does end, though. Eventually you fall back into your body, and the solid Earth rises to meet you.  \n\\\u003eOr rather, you've already fallen to meet it.  \n\\\u003eYour muzzle is planted onto the decking of a small front porch.  \n\\\u003eYour legs are still under you, you simply fell forward.  \n\\\u003eFace down, ass up.  \n\\\u003eYou're panting and your body is tired, but it also feels filled, and whole.  \n\\\u003eYou haven't hit an orgasm like that in... Maybe ever.  \n\\\u003e\"Are you back?\" the human asks, still between your legs, holding your tail.  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah,\" you manage to mutter.  \n\\\u003eHe lets go of you, and steps back.  \n\\\u003eYou bob your tail, using the inertia to lift yourself back up, then spin to meet him.  \n\\\u003eHis face, hands and arms are glossy with your fluid.  \n\\\u003eHis shirt and pants are patterned with dampness, and the ground is speckled with drops of your excitement.  \n\\\u003eYou left some deep claw impressions on the wooden decking you were standing on.  \n\\\u003eWhoops.  \n\\\u003e\"So, uh. Is the rest of your day free?\" he asks.  \n\\\u003eHis eyes are bright, and there's a bulge in his pants.  \n\\\u003e\"It is,\" you reply.  \n\\\u003eYou push yourself through the doorway into his home, and you close the door with your tail.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eStep 6: Repeat. Theropods will need several iterations of this process to fully satiate them. Although they might seem content at first, within a few minutes they'll be ready again.  \n\\\u003eA full servicing will take 1-5 hours to perform, depending on your thoroughness. As stated in the opening of this letter, you're relieved from all other responsibilities until your duty is complete, and you will be compensated based on the review left by your theropod. Don't rush!  \n  \n  \n\n"}