Hold the Rails
#1 of Colts and Fillies
Navigating the hustle-bustle nine-to-five jog of grumbling schools of sardines in the megalopolis metro was hard enough for even the most immersed of local denizens. People would call each other names, yelling across the subway halls, pushing and shoving to get through the massive swarms of stacked and smashed arms and legs due to their own inability to wake up in the morning, regardless of their experience in doing such things.
"Ow, hey," a young, brown colt effeminately whimpered as he was shoved aside by a steaming white dragon donning an equally angry power-suit and tie. The growing boy rubbed at his shoulders quietly and just continued to move along with the pack.
It was summer. So, of course, it was incredibly muggy, warm, and all-around uncomfortable in an underground subway system. Combined with the various bodies pushing and shoving-- some with scales and hide, some with fur practically bursting from the seems-- the temperature was somewhat unbearable. The city knew this and had air conditioners installed, but even that wasn't always enough.
Cody wasn't exactly the manliest of men, regardless of his adolescence. His brother would constantly call him "his little filly"-- but that was only because he knew the secret the siblings shared. Cody was the youngest of all three-- his brother, Stan, the eldest, his sister Ashley in the middle. And Ashley loved Cody's body.
This wasn't to say it was an incestuous love. (Though the mare would never admit this, regardless of its validity.) It was an intense adoration bordering sexual for that colt's effeminate form. She was slightly tomboyish, while he managed to get the hour-glass figure she logically deserved more. Perhaps it was jealously which drove the mare's desires.
Regardless, in refusing her desires to drag her youngest, barely-teenage sibling to a vacant, abandoned area at school and divulge in her own form of familial affection, she dressed him up. Whatever dresses, skirts and clothing she felt comfortable buying at a store, she would let her fourteen-year-old dress-up-doll Cody don. She found as many excuses as she could to dress the kid up behind her parents' back. "These don't look good on me after all!" "These are too small!" "These are too big!" "I don't like the texture!" Anything, really, to get her little brother in girlish clothes.
So, today, after being accustomed to so many other than his siblings calling him a girl, went out dressed in his sister's school uniform, along with a few other custom cloths. The top was a simple, black, button-up piece, emblazoned with the school logo on the breast pocket-- a cliché set of dueling lions, colored crimson.
The girly-boy's hips pushed outward from his hour-glass body, giving him more of that adorable feminine look. And at those hips was the school's skirt, striped with red and black, the pleated fabric terminating just above his knees. Though where the skirt stopped, stockings resumed. Black-and-red striped silk stockings clung tightly to his shapely, filly legs, snuggly fitting into the dress shoes he wore at his humanoid feet.
"You've gotta wear these today," Ashley said with excitement, pulling out a black, lacy garter belt she had just recently bought from a sex shop down the street from them. "These would look sooooo hot on you!"
"Ashley," the boy whimpered, "aren't the panties enough? I mean, I'm already wearing all of this anyway..."
"Cody, please?" she pleaded with those adorable eyes. Ashley wasn't the only one who had harshly suppressed desires for her siblings. But this was no excuse for Cody's hunger to act like the opposite sex.
He agreed-- with the facade of resistance-- to wear those garters. That's what made those stockings cling so tightly to his curvaceous legs, the slutty garters doing their job exquisitely.
That's what attracted.
Cody managed to crawl onto the subway train, packed in with marketers, perverts, lawyers and shop-keepers, all going to various stops and various places. But Cody didn't know where he was going. That's what donned on him when he grappled the safety handle dangling from the roof of the subway car. The handle really didn't do much to prevent him from falling back into passengers behind him when the sudden inertia hit, the subway lurching forward to deliver its contents.
"Sorry," Cody mumbled girlishly to those behind him, all but one grumbling in annoyance.
He turned his head forward, a blush on his young, puffy brown cheeks and just stared at the various heads standing before him. He clenched his toes within the confines of his tight, shiny black dress shoes and sighed. He may have been tall enough to reach the dangling handle-- barely-- but he sure wasn't tall enough to see as far as he should have been able to, were he a little bit older, a little bit taller.
He let himself concentrate, letting his eyes lid and his mind wander. Slowly, the colt's eyes drifted shut, the youth letting out a warm sigh as the grinding, shrill shrieks of salient steel screaming across the tracks caused the well-hearing furries to wince and fold their ears. He ignored it.
Cody gripped tightly at the bar, those young, slender fingers curling firmly around the bar. It was dangerous when he lost himself in his adolescent desires-- especially while dressed like this. Those toes curled again, clenching at the stockings stuck to his legs, the thoughts of various well-muscled studs roaming their hands over his body, groping and caressing him.
A tail curled around his thigh, squeezing and milking the effeminate muscle. And Cody moaned. He clutched tighter at the bar's above him, those fantasy creatures groping over his girlishly shaped body, prodding him and teasing him of the nature of his shape. That tail slid closer and closer to his backside, the scaled length pressing flush to his tush.
"Oooh," the youth moaned quietly, the sound of his cries silenced by the clitter-clatter of subway wheels beneath him.
It slid between his legs, rubbing slowly over his panty-clad testicles, the sensation so vivid and wonderful. And that's when Cody realized that he was fantasizing much too deep.
Oh no, the youth thought to himself as he snapped his eyes open, shattering his fantasy world. He looked down-- his skirt was already starting to tent. With a firmly bitten lip, with fiercely burning cheeks, one hand shot down to his skirt to press the striped cloth down firmly over his growing, studly erection.
But that's when his fantastical tail slithered around his wrist and brought flush it to his back.
"No, filly," the hot, steamy whisper resonated into his ear. "Don't hide your prize."
Cody went wide-eyed, his body still-- where was he to go? A forest of furs stood in his way, quietly staring at their watches, uttering various swears and utterances of fright from their tardiness. Behind him most were doing the same thing-- reading newspapers, books, various things to distract themselves from the dull ride they endured every Monday through Friday. He had no means of escaping.
The tail slithered under his panties and began to press firmly against his backside. The only show was the erection tenting in his garments-- and that was hidden in the shadow of the furry, fluffy jungle.
All Cody could do was take it.
"That's a good filly," the hiss resonated into his ear, the form slithering closer to him, until the roughhousing lawyer-dragon pressed his form flush to Cody's body. That lecherous white tail sneaked further between the boy's legs until it found purchase-- his package.
"I've been watching you wander this subway, filly," the deep, draconic tone rumbled into Cody's neck, the agile tail slithering into the hem of Cody's sister's panties, yanking the gilrish fabric down to his ankles. "And I love what I see."
"P-please, sir," Cody whined in that erotically filly fashion, "not on the subway, please not on the subway," he lied.
"Who's going to notice?" the deep, white voice hissed again. Those powerful arms grappled at the boy's hips, yanking him backward to make that sweet, young rump bump against his pulsing groin. "No one."
Cody cried out into his bitten lip when he felt that massive, draconic shaft shoving itself against his body, feeling it pulse and throb against his backside. It burned, even through the double-layered fabric of two lusty creatures.
"Not here, please, please," the colt whimpered again, losing whatever masculinity his voice contained. That sound, oh, that wonderful, girly-boy sound, that sweet, sweet transexual tone... the dragon trembled.
"Here," he repeated. That agile tail flagged the colt's skirt just enough to fall upon the mast of his pleated-yet-tented pants.
"S-Sir--"
"Here, filly," the white dragon seethed into his ear.
The crowd cried out in idle agony as the grind of the subway tracks echoed throughout the car. A few grumbles, and a few shuffles, but nothing more.
The girly-boy's trembling palms reached back, groping his predator's purchase. Cody's fingers slipped through the fly and grappled the zipper, gliding the toothed metal apart with a small stroke of his fingers. He reached inward, pushing the dapper drake's cloth to the side, pushing soft brown palms flush to the undergarments trapping the meaty girth underneath.
"Yes," the dragon hissed pleasantly, grinding that drooling dick into the boy's palm. "Yes, filly, pull me out, put me in."
Cody was starting to pant. Not out of fear-- but out of desire. The wall of fright blocking his mind, trapping his hunger and thirst for male flesh came down brick by brick. Cody moaned out gently when that white tail coiled around his young, throbbing length, the top of his mottled dick drooling with pleasure.
"S-sir," he stammered in that girlish tone, his shapely filly muzzle agape with the erotic tone set by the predator sneering down at his prey.
The colt continued. His palms drove into those pants and yanked down that hefty underwear, revealing a thick, fleshy dragon dick, pulsing and throbbing with hunger for the flesh of a transsexual sex-bomb. Cody turned his head, the edge of his eye gazing wantonly at the scaled beast behind. The colt licked his lips, leaned back and brushed his lips against the lawyer's earfans. He whispered:
"Fuck me."
The dragon lunged forward and penetrated with elegance, gliding that massive girth under his filly's tail. The two of them howled out in lust-hungry euphony, their sexual sounds simultaneously sanctioned and silenced by the screeching sound of the subway they stood upon.
The scaled beast wasted no time fulfilling his filly's desires, his hands clasping at the colt's girlishly clad hips and drilling him madly. Cody shut his eyes, grasping firmly at the flimsy braces above him, doing his damndest to meet the studly rhythm being dictated by his captor.
They rolled and they shoved, they cried out and groaned, their sounds muffled due to their own intentions with their sexual desires battling to break free of their lipped sound barriers. That massive draconic girth slid firmly into that soft, plush brown backside, every last muscular inch jamming into the underage prey before him, the girlish skirt doing wonders to hide the cover of bestially-driven fucking.
The bright, white tail smoothly coiled around the mottled, ringed girth of Cody's shaft, making quick stroking motions up and down, up and down along the flat-headed horse dick. Cody moaned louder, causing the safety hold to loudly squeak, causing a few heads to annoyingly turn, simply to return back to their mundane activities, completely ignoring the intense lust occurring all around them.
The dragon stroked. The colt pulsed. Cody milked that shaft for all his muscles could garner, the youngster immersed fully in the intense desire of an adult male rutting him in the middle of a sardine-packed subway. A possessive bite was all it took for Cody's cry of pleasure to hit the ears of surrounding, piercing through the constant screeches and squeals of the subway train. The colt's climax hit, splattering his shirt with the milky, young seed still maturing in his testicles, the furious masturbation of the scaled tail even causing it to unknowingly stain the passengers in front.
The intense fluctuations, the powerful, rapid milking of the young colt's rump around his dick was all it took for the dragon to roar out into Cody's neck and flood that wonderfully transsexual backside with virile dragonseed. They both twitched and groaned, they both panted loudly with desire, their sounds meagerly muffled by their bitten lips.
The doors opened.
In a flash, a flood. Furs angrily pushing themselves forward, making their way out the door to get quickly to their destinations, lost and late, tardy and misplaced. The colt was pushed forward as well, brought outside into the crowd, his stomach meshed against the crowd's in front of him, his back pressed against the dragon pushing against him, the entire subway being emptied and refilled with new crowds.
The subway hustled away with that same familiar screech, the same ear-piercing, ear-flattening sound of pain, but also success as many manage to get on their way.
The youth stood lonely by a pillar in the dusty, muggy, dimly-lit subway station, his body curiously hidden from the crowd. He looked down at himself, the stained school clothing, the floppy horse-flesh dangling under his skirt, slowly sucking up into his sheath. He went wide-eyed and brushed the semen from his stomach, yanked the panties up and tucked himself in.
He looked around-- looking that way around the pillar, looking across the way, across the rails. He then sighed and slumped, sliding down that pillar until that sweet, plush colt rump hit the ground. He didn't even mind that his panties and garters were exposed in his position-- after all, he was the only one facing that direction.
He crossed his arms and sighed-- but let his soft, triangular ears perk at the card stock in his breast pocket. He peeled it out from his stained shirt and gazed at the text:
Malum D. Connubium, Attorney at Law.
Cody smiled, gazing longingly at the card for a few moments, then placed it back in his breast pocket. It wasn't until he did that his head turned upward and his eyes went wide:
How will he explain the stains to his sister?