Securing Rod
#166 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Tenth vignette for Pickra! This time he wanted something with his big feral drake-cat form, having a service for carrying passengers from place to place!
Secure in a harness, hidden from possible bandits, cockwarming... oh.
Well, Seen seems to like it at least.
Contains: Sapient Feral x Anthro Lewds, Sex Sling, Cockwarming, Flustered Otter Girls, Hyper Penetration, Pinning, Vaginal Knotting, Oblique Eileen Reference, Cozy Rides and Implied Making This a Regular Thing.
Pickra is FA: Pickra
Seen is my otter self
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Pickra casually strode down the woodland trail on all fours. To the observer, he appeared to be some mix of dragon and lion, having a rounded pseudoreptilian snout and the mane of the big cat, the large paws, the long tail...
He wore a large blanket over his back, obscuring much of his body proper from the outside world, with enough clearance that none of it dragged on the trail to either side of him. On top of this, over his haunches was a large saddlebag that was secured in an unseen manner.
There was no sign of any rider.
The big fluffy pseudofeline's eyes fixated on a sign at the crest of the hill. He didn't speed up, patient to read it when he arrived at it. He casually ascended the hillside, feeling the change of angle shift the contents of his cargo in a way that made his tail twitch and flick.
Pickra finally let out a sigh upon reading the milepost. "Seen, we'll be arriving at your destination by nightfall."
A feminine, dreamy murmur of understanding came from underneath the blanket, somewhere around the big kat's belly.
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Seen quivered, her cheeks tugging back lightly into a tense expression. She was sitting on a padded table in a sort of stable room at the transport depot her mentor had directed to her for her journey. She was alone with her driver/transport, a large quadrupedal beast with lionine and draconic features, in varying shades of blue fur.
Without the saddlebag and the blanket on, Pickra's gear was explicit. Less a riding harness and more a sex swing with sleeves for legs and tail. To escalate things further, the big kat's erection was laying in the spot that Seen was certain would be her shoulder blades if she climbed in normally.
"S-so I just put my luggage in your saddlebags?" The otter girl asked, trying to remain professional.
"With your clothes, yes." The large pseudofeline's voice rumbled with a playful lilt.
"Uh... is it okay if I have my phone in the... uh... passenger... compartment." Seen swallowed.
The lusty tone faded as Pickra addressed logistics in a more even-headed manner. "Oh yes. Your route does travel through some dead zones, though."
"I've already downloaded a bunch of podcasts..." The otter dug her phone and a set of headphones out of her belongings, before tucking them into the provided saddle bag. She fidgeted and stripped out of her clothes as well, having a hard time not squeezing her thighs together as she wriggled out of her trousers.
Pickra, meanwhile, strutted his way over to an oversized scratching post, putting his forepaws up onto it. Attached to its base was a set of steps that led up to the hanging harness. "Ready to mount up?"
Seen swallowed. It looked like the lewdest hammock she'd ever seen. The otter bashfully approached the stairway, trying to surpress the flustered smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"It's just like putting on pants, one leg, then the other, slot your tail in..." The big kat rumbled.
"And the third leg?" Seen couldn't help but address his pulsing erection, the base already visibly swelling with the start of what would be a very large knot.
Pickra audibly slurped his chops. "Tying keeps you secure for the trip."
"I... I know that..." The otter girl muttered bashfully as she grasped onto one of the straps of the harness, raising her body up and easing her foot into the slot for her left leg. She lifted her tail into the harness as well, quivering as it brushed against the throbbing erection on the way to the tail-sleeve. In fact, the positioning seemed designed to scoop that massive maleness up onto her rudder, guiding its pointed tip towards her trembling folds.
The whole time, Picrka was staying perfectly still, though a rumbling purr filled the chamber.
Seen tucked her phone under her chin to use both hands to get herself all the way into the harness, slotting her right leg into the other slot. She bit her lip, then lowered herself by relaxing her arms. Instantly, she felt the big Kat's tip grind into her folds.
"That's it... just get nice and situated..." The beast half-growled.
She let go of the harness completely with her hands and quivered as her weight spread her sex over that broad intrusion. She had experience taking large males, but it was always an intense experience. She felt herself stretching deeper and deeper, before with a grunt she stopped dropping, her folds still inches from the swelling bulb at the base.
"Would you like me to help you get tied~?" Pickra crooned.
"Y-yes please." Seen murmured, trying not to let her lust tint her voice.
Easing himself down from the post, the giant quadruped moved over to a padded platform that Seen had been sitting on before. With a growl, he lowered her back onto it, followed by his weight pinning her in place, and started to roll his hips.
The otter squeaked, trembling as the massive intrusion worked at her sex, spreading her a bit further with each repetition. She was glad that no one could see her face as it was buried into the fluff at the bottom of his brisket, her uncontrollable smile starting to droop into an uncontrolled, open-mouthed moan.
Picrka purred deeply the entire time, working at his client until she was properly situated for the journey to come.
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Seen had her headphones on, in the relative dark of her riding position. Gravity let her have a bit of clearance between her torso and the beast's soft belly. His walking was smooth, allowing her to be able to feel his heartbeat through the throbbing of that knot, locked in place beyond her folds. She had been listening to the podcasts she downloaded, but honestly it was hard for her to pay that much attention. Good for keeping silence at bay at least.
She stroked over her chest, feeling the twitching head of her transport's 'securing rod' twitching all the way behind her ribs... her folds trembled at the thought.
She checked her phone. Signal. She texted her mentoress to say she would be arriving at her destination soon.
The reply came back quickly. "How's the ride~?"
Seen blushed a bit, curling her toes in their snug sleeves. After a moment, she typed back her reply. "I may have to take this mode of transport regularly."