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Big Spender

By Archangel Vulpine

Chapter One

The clothing store looked just like any other from the exterior. Mannequins dressed from head to paw stood in tall windows, signs and posters indicated which items were on sale, and music could be heard coming from inside. Over the entrance, large, illuminated letters spelled out the shop name and slogan:

SPECIES SPECIALIST

You'll fit right in

The first thing Cody had noticed, however, was the shop's tall, wide doorway, big enough for him to enter without needing to stoop. Unfortunately, this only made him pause before the threshold; Cody didn't want to admit it, but he was different. As a shire horse, he stood over two metres tall. His entire body was jet black, except for his bright green eyes. He grew his mane and tail long, but always tied them up in one style or another. Today, his mane was organised into a number of short ponytails which rested against his neck, while his tail was tied in a long braid. Other shoppers were able to pass by the clothing store without giving it a second thought; the fact Cody needed to venture inside set him apart. In an attempt to coerce himself into the shop, he reasoned he could go inside, take a look around, and leave. There was no need to rush. He could see what the store had to offer, then take time to think about it, and return another day if it felt right. Tilting his head to the left and then the right, he stretched his neck and the bones inside clicked, before venturing into the shop.

If Cody didn't pay attention, it was possible to pretend this was an ordinary clothing store. The moment he took in the items on display the illusion was ruined. Against the far wall, a cow was browsing bras which ranged from above average to larger than Cody had ever seen. In the corner, a shark was examining a pair of trousers which had an adjustable tail hole. Cody took a route through the shop which avoided everyone inside and reached the men's underwear aisle. One side of the aisle was devoted to exceptionally small species, such as mice and voles, and the other side was for the exceptionally large. The clothing was arranged by size, with appropriate species indicators running from one end of the aisle to the other. It started on the left with a silhouette of a large dog, then ran through a number of animals including a bear and a bull, before ending with a horse on the far right section. Cody inched towards the end of the aisle, looking at the underwear under the horse silhouette. They were constructed of thick, strong fabric, with ample space in the crotch section. This was why Cody was here. On a good day, he could get by wearing the larger underwear from a "normal" clothing store. On a bad day, the discomfort was unbearable. To purchase one of the items before him would push him past the point of no return, it would be an admission he was different.

'Hello sir! Is there anything I can help you with today?'

Cody jumped at the sudden voice. Looking down, he saw an otter standing beside him. The man must have been around a metre and a half tall, his head barely reached Cody's elbow. He was dressed in the store's colours: a red T-shirt and beige trousers. His most notable features were the industrial piercings; each ear had a shiny metal bar stretching from one side to the other.

'Hi. I'm... just browsing, thank you,' Cody replied.

'Are you looking for anything in particular?'

Cody felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his head. 'I, err, need some new underwear. I've tried getting by using stuff from regular clothing stores, but...'

'Say no more, sir,' the otter said with a wide, customer-satisfaction-guaranteed smile. The small male grabbed three pairs of underwear from the horse section: one from the centre column; one from second to last; and the final pair from the very end of the aisle, the largest on display. 'The changing rooms are this way, sir.' With that, the otter took Cody's hand in one of his small paws and pulled.

Chapter Two

Cody had expected to find a specialist clothing store which may suit his needs. He'd planned to take a look around, see what he could find, then leave without putting pressure on himself. He hadn't expected to find an overly eager shop attendant who'd become his personal assistant. The otter led him through a doorway and along a corridor. They passed two changing cubicles which had their curtains drawn before coming to an empty one. The otter stood to the side, smiled up at Cody, and gestured for him to enter the cubicle. Cody did so, thinking things couldn't get any worse, but then the otter followed him into the changing room.

'Now, may I take your name, please?' the otter asked as he drew the curtain behind them.

The cubicle was larger than those found in ordinary clothing stores, big enough to accommodate any species, with a padded bench against the back and a tall, wide mirror which took up an entire wall.

'Cody.'

'Cody, my name is Mil and I'm going to do everything I can to ensure you leave this store satisfied. So, if you wouldn't mind undressing for me, we can see what fits you best.'

Cody didn't move. A red hot blush burned his cheeks at the thought of undressing in front of the otter.

'It's okay, you don't need to help me this much.'

Mil's smile didn't falter. 'It's no trouble at all sir. I see this all the time, it's nothing to be embarrassed about and I am more than happy to help.'

'Really, I can manage from here.'

At this, the otter met Cody's eyes and replied immediately, 'Sir, I insist you allow me to aid you until we have found the perfect underwear for you.'

Taken aback by Mil's response, Cody didn't know what to say. Despite the fact he towered over the smaller man, he didn't feel he could refuse. Relenting, Cody unfastened his belt. In an attempt to expose himself as little as possible, he turned so his body was side-on to Mil and his back was to the mirror, though ultimately this made little difference. He took his time undoing the buttons of his fly, hoping by some miracle the otter would be called away at the last moment. When that didn't happen and the otter looked up at him, waiting for the inevitable, Cody finally lowered his trousers. His current underwear were a boring grey and they squeezed his body, tight around waist, legs, and crotch.

'Let's try this one first,' Mil suggested, offering Cody the smallest of the three items he'd brought.

Cody held the underwear in both hands and looked down at it, rubbing his thumbs against the chequered black and red fabric. It was soft, yet he could feel the layers beneath the surface, constructed into a strong, flexible item. A garment designed for a specific group, rather than the masses. The moment had arrived far sooner than Cody had hoped. If he tried these new underwear and they fit him perfectly, there would be no more hiding from the truth.

'I--I can't.' He slumped onto the bench against the cubicle wall and stared at the ground.

The changing room fell silent. Cody still held the underwear in his hand, but he didn't want to look at them.

'Cody, are you alright?' The otter's voice was gentle and he took a step towards the horse as he spoke.

'This is difficult,' Cody admitted.

'I can leave if I'm not helping?' Mil offered.

'No!' Cody replied, more urgently than he'd intended. His head was filled with all the words he hated: different, strange, weird. Suddenly, being alone with his thoughts was terrifying. 'I just... wish I was normal, like everyone else.' He felt awkward and ashamed, sitting there half naked, confessing his deepest fear to a shop attendant.

Mil placed one of his paws on the horse's knee. 'There's no such thing as normal, Cody. Everyone is different in their own way, that's what makes us special.'

'Easy for you to say.' The words came out with a harder edge than he'd intended so he added, 'I mean, you don't need to go to some specialised store to buy your clothes.'

'Do you think I'm a normal size? You're not the only person who's taller than me, you know.'

This earned a grin from the horse.

'Do you think shops like this would exist if there weren't hundreds of thousands of individuals who needed them? I've seen all manner of people come in here: dogs, bears, hippos, and plenty of horses. You're no different to any of them.'

'Thank you,' Cody replied, his voice quieter than he'd expected.

'Now,' the otter began, rubbing his paws together and smiling, 'how about we get you sorted with some proper underwear?'

Cody nodded and stood from the bench. Despite the fact it made little difference, he returned to standing side-on to the otter. Removing his tight underwear, Cody couldn't deny he felt more comfortable. His member was safely tucked away in its sheath, but his balls were now free to dangle, no longer pressed against his body by the restrictive garment. His equine cock, a long, thick, heavy cylinder, spent most of its time hidden in the sheath; however, the moment Cody became remotely aroused or excited was when the true discomfort began. His large member didn't lend itself to being stuffed into small underwear and there had been times when Cody had feared the fabric was about to rip and split under the pressure of his bulge.

Mil waited as the horse stepped into the new underpants, then asked, 'Now, is that a good fit?'

Cody turned to face the mirror and took a look at himself. He tested shifting his weight around, then raised each leg up to his chest in turn. The underwear was superior to everything he'd worn before. He didn't feel constricted and, despite his exaggerated movements, the fabric wasn't bunching up. It also helped there was room for his cock and balls.

'It's... good,' Cody replied, not sure what else to say.

'May I take a look?'

Cody turned away from the mirror and faced the otter. Mil placed his paws on the stallion's hips and slid them down, feeling the fabric against the horse's body. When he reached the top of Cody's thighs, he moved his paws inwards and they came dangerously close to Cody's crotch. The horse tensed, but the otter didn't seem to notice.

'Hmm, it's a good start. They suit you! Why don't we move up to the next pair and see how that feels?'

Doing as Mil suggested, Cody removed the underwear, handed it back to Mil, and took the second pair from him. Perhaps it was the way the otter had touched him, or maybe it was simply the fact he was naked in a tiny room with another person, but Cody's member wasn't the same size as when he'd first undressed. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, he saw his cock was hanging before him, the tip drooping in its semi-hard state. A second passed and Cody felt his dick throb, stiffening of its own free will. Before his erection could grow any further, he stepped into the second pair of underwear. Unfortunately, they didn't leave much to the imagination as his cock pressed against the fabric. While he could tell they were a touch larger than the previous pair, it was difficult to gauge the difference accurately while his dick changed size at will.

'Now, is that better or worse?' Mil asked.

'Err, it's a little hard to tell at the moment.' Cody's cheeks blazed as if he were standing before a bonfire.

'Mmm, I see,' Mil replied, his gaze on Cody's crotch. 'Don't worry, I see this all the time and I am more than happy to help. What matters most is we find what you need.'

With that, Mil eased down Cody's underpants and the horse's cock sprang out.

Chapter Three

By now, Cody's member had reached its full length. Despite the changing cubicle's ample space, the fact there were two people inside plus his long manhood meant they were running out of space.

'Oh my...' the otter said as he stared at Cody's cock. 'You made the right decision by coming here. I'm certain we can find you something which will suit your... needs.' Mil was now examining Cody's erection from different angles, as if he was taking measurements. 'But the best approach is to start with clothes which are comfortable when you're not, err, excited. So, to that end...'

The otter's paws were already on Cody's shaft before the horse could do anything. Mil squeezed, sliding all the way down to the base before rising up again in a long, slow, wonderful stroke. A voice in Cody's head told him to protest, but when Mil's thumbs stroked over his tip the thought suddenly went quiet. Mil pleasured Cody in a way he hadn't experienced before; the otter's paws roamed over every part of his member, rubbing over the visible veins, caressing the ring which stood out a few centimetres from the base. It was as if the man was studying him, savouring every little detail he could find. Cody shuddered in response, his breath caught, then his nostrils flared and he let out a snort.

The otter giggled. 'He he! Don't worry big guy, I'll take good care of you.'

Cody had no response to this, so he let the otter do what he wanted. Mil lifted the tip of the equine's cock and placed it on his shoulder. Sliding his paws down to the base, he squeezed and rubbed back and forth: a quick, pleasurable movement. Meanwhile, he closed his eyes and leaned his head into the end of the member, stroking his cheek back and forth as if he was cuddling with the cock. The two sensations sent Cody into a shivering fit. The tight paws and their quick rhythm made him want to buck his hips, while the soft fur of Mil's cheek stroking back and forth made his toes curl and his muscles tense.

'How much do you think I can fit in my mouth?' Mil asked.

The otter must have intended the question to be rhetorical as he didn't wait for a reply. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Mil was just able to wrap his lips around the tip of the thick cock. Though he pushed himself, he could only slide a few centimetres down before his mouth was full. This didn't dampen the otter's spirits though, as he adored every bit he could reach with his maw. Suddenly, Cody found the otter had taken his hand in his small paw. Mil placed the horse's hand at the back of his head, then patted the hand twice, as if to reassure the stallion that was where it belonged. At first, Cody did nothing with the new placement of his hand. Over time though, as Mil lavished his dick with affection, he couldn't help but press down, forcing the otter to take just that little bit more of his shaft. Mil didn't protest, on the contrary, he looked as though he was having just as much fun as Cody, the otter's eyes half closed as he looked up at the horse.

'I--I'm getting close,' Cody warned in case Mil didn't want his mouth filled with the horse's seed.

The only response he got was the otter licking the tip of his member, still buried in that warm maw. Cody could feel his cock flaring, the tip swelling as the pressure built up, stretching Mil's mouth even further. Unable to resist, Cody's hand pressed down on Mil's head, ensuring he stayed exactly where he was. Mil didn't stand a chance. The first load filled his mouth, which, to his credit, he contained; however, as he was in the act of swallowing, Cody snorted and a second shipment came. The otter's cheeks bulged and a trickle of white liquid escaped from either side of his mouth. Even as Mil fought to keep up, another payload arrived and more cum leaked out, running down his face to splash onto the floor. Somehow, the small male managed to stay on Cody's tip, holding on as more and more of the stallion's seed filled him. Only when Cody's cock had deposited the last of its delivery did Mil finally release himself. He slid back and his lips left the tip with a smack, before leaning against Cody's leg. The otter stayed there for a while, catching his breath, watching as that huge cock drooped.

'Well Cody,' Mil began once he'd recovered, 'having seen the extent of your... situation, I recommend you take the two larger pairs today. Use them for a week or two and see how they suit your daily routine.'

'You really think I need the biggest ones?' Cody asked, trying not to sound self-conscious.

'Oh, sir,' Mil replied with a grin. 'If you wanted the biggest underwear, you should see what elephants have to wear.' The otter then raised a paw to the side of his mouth and he added in a whisper, 'They're too big to be displayed in the store, have to be kept in the back.'

Admittedly, Cody hadn't thought of this before and it made him feel a little better. He held onto the two larger pairs of underwear while Mil took the smaller pair.

'Well, I hope your time here has been enjoyable. Remember, if you ever change your mind or want to try something else, don't hesitate to come back again.'

'Thank you,' Cody said, finding himself smiling back at the otter.

With that, the two left the changing room and parted, Mil returning to the clothing aisles while Cody headed for the checkout counter. There was only one person in front of him in the queue and in the time it took Cody to tilt his head and click the bones in his neck they were leaving. The woman behind the counter was a zebra, wearing a nametag which read Melissa on her top.

'Just these, please,' Cody said, handing the underwear across the counter.

'Did you find everything you need today?' the cashier asked as she scanned the labels on the underwear with a barcode reader.

'Yes, thank you,' Cody replied, then he thought he ought to tell someone how helpful the assistant had been. 'Your attendant, Mil, he was very helpful.'

'Which attendant?' the cashier asked.

Looking over his shoulder, Cody spotted the otter and pointed. 'Him, the otter.'

The cashier looked at the otter for a moment and her eyebrows furrowed. 'He doesn't work here.'

Cody was still for a moment, then his eyes widened. Spinning on the spot, Cody watched as the otter walked out of the shop.