Tardy
#3 of Colts and Fillies
By the time the colt returned home, it was roughly 3:00PM. He was glowing.
His day was quite eventful, that's for sure. He'd been mounted twice and painted with semen, and each time, he climaxed. Certainly better than the boys at school who would just take him and completely forget about his own orgasm. But, to be fair, Cody found idle enjoyment in being taken, flooded and then cuddled without release. It was a constant reminder of his effeminate nature.
Cody slid the door open to his middle-class apartment. Walking in, one would assume this was a house-- the price was the same, that was for sure. The door opened up to a living room with hardwood flooring, a brown couch slouched against a peach wall. A television sat parallel to the sofa. Down the room and to the left, a doorway leading into the kitchen and dining room. And to the right, living spaces of all the inhabitants of the house.
The triad's parents were at work, of course. They didn't get a summer vacation-- although they were slightly jealous of their children for getting it. Though it wasn't held against them.
Cody closed the door behind him, triggering his sister's greeting.
"Co-deeeee!" the middle child squealed when the boy came home. She bound out from the hallway and scooped the youth up in her arms, giggling in the same girlish manner that the colt managed to muster from time to time. Cody grunted but smiled, throwing his arms around his sister.
"Hi Ashley," he cooed happily to her. But it was about now that he remembered the stains, eyes going wide.
"Mmm, you were gone for a long time," she said with another bubbly giggle. "I was a little worried about you. Thought someone had snatched you up so I couldn't have you to myself!" The girl's mind stepped back for a second at that last comment.
Cody picked up on this too, but simply laughed it off. "Well, um, that didn't really happen," he said a tad nervously. "But something really cool did happen today."
"Oh?" She put her filly-brother down. "What happened?"
"Well, um... I met a dragon on the subway today. And he really liked me. So I have a summer job now."
"Cool! What do you do?"
"I'm like, uh... an intern. Secretary. I'm not sure, really. He just liked me so much he hired me."
Ashley nodded, listening to her brother as he detailed his day, conveniently leaving out all the sex. Ashley couldn't smell it on her brother, but there was a strange pull. It wasn't her typical erotic desires to treat her brother like a dress-up doll, no. It was something else. Something was drawing her more toward her brother, and as he talked, she mindlessly eased forward, pressing her body toward the door. Cody noticed this.
"A-Ashley... you're pinning me to the door."
The mare scrambled herself away from the boy, her brown cheeks flush with a blush. There was a short-but-assumed-long silence between the two before the mare broke it.
"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I'm, um... have summer reading and stuff to do, so I'm going back to my room! Bye!" Ashley darted back to the hallway, but not before catching herself on the frame.
"Oh! If you need any clothes for work," she called, her embarrassed grimace turning into a playful grin. "Just tell me. I've got plenty of stuff I bet would work on you." Once more, that pull attracted her to her youngest sibling. She wanted to yank down those panties and work her brother like a stud bred to breed, but before she could let herself give in, she dashed off to her room to read. Romantic novellas will satiate her for now.
Cody blinked. The youth slid himself off the door and trotted off to his room, a little confused. His sister would come onto him sometimes, yes, but it was subtle. To say this lacked subtly was to lie. Cody shook it off and trotted toward his room.
The boy's bedroom didn't quite match his hidden lifestyle, but it was for good reason. If his parents found out, he was certain they would not approve. His father was a stock broker. His mother was an investigator for the local police headquarters. Both of them proudly spoke of their line of families and expected all their children to carry on their name.
A simple bed, strewn with navy-blue covers rested at the northwest corner. His desk sat right beside it, parallel to the northern wall. To the east, a set of drawers holding his clothing. And some of his sister's clothing, too.
She didn't notice the stain, the fillyboy smiled to himself as he unbuttoned and undid that schoolgirl top, letting out a sigh of relief as he shrugged the cloth off his shoulders. He unbuttoned his skirt, beginning to unzip the fabric before he heard a familiar, taunting voice.
"'sup, filly," his brother chuckled with a grin.
"H-hi, Stan," Cody mumbled out. He slowly unzipped his skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving the youth's backside completely exposed to his brother's slowly starving eyes. Those sweet, satin panties clung tightly to his hips, those erotic garters holding up those stockings. Stan's younger brother was a sight to behold all of the sudden. Stan teased his little brother just because it was fun, not because he was turned on by it. But this time...
"I heard you got a new job," the stud droned out, instinctively closing the door behind him. The motion was so silent, the latch was quiet. So Cody didn't notice.
"Uh huh," the fillyboy noted gently. "It's at a law-firm place. The building is neat!"
"Uh huh," Stan repeated, slowly padding toward his little brother. Cody was such a tease, swaying his effeminate hips, his fingers thumbing into his panties to slide them down. Stan had been home all day. He had no reason to be in anything but his underwear. Which, unknown to his conscious mind, was becoming a vice.
"I overheard you're a secretary," Stan rumbled with a deep, erotic tone. Cody shivered, pausing in peeling off his panties for now. The boy was stunned at his brother's tone, at his eldest sibling's words, but that voice sent trembles down his spine.
"Y-y-yeah," the fillyboy stammered, letting out another shudder when the stud's arms slowly wrapped around him.
"You get all the perks of a secretary, Cody?" he whispered into his little brother's ear, those tenting undergarments slowly pressing themselves flush to the effeminate panties clinging to his brother's shapely rear. Cody gasped and trembled once again.
"L-like how?"
"You know what I mean, filly," he teased into his brother's ear. This teasing had the intention of driving his little brother wild, though, rather than the playful, jubilant mockery two brothers usually share. This was the teasing of a lust-filled male. And it worked.
Their hips rolled together in unison for a minute or so, Stan whispering all the various jobs a slutty secretary would do with such lewd detail. Cody panted out, his arms slowly coming up to his brother's hands, holding them close to his form as they rocked back and fourth against each other, teasing each other's growing desires.
"I-- oh," Cody mumbled finally. Cody let out a sharp gasp when his brother's palm found his crotch, groping at it, rubbing at his sheath from outside his panties. A loud, low, girlish moan resonated from Cody's maw.
"Oooh, Stan, what... what are you doing?"
"Playing with my filly," he whispered into his little brother's ear. "Playing with my sexy little sister." His hand rolled firmly against that growing colt shaft, the elder stud grinding his palms against the sensitive flesh, shoving that silky fabric deliciously against the young teen's bits. Cody found himself getting erect. But this was too strange.
"S-s-stan!" Cody stammered before scrambling himself away from his brother. So much incestuous denial in this family. How could the fillyboy deny the erection pulsing in his panties?
"You're my brother! That's... weird!"
Those words broke Stan's hypnosis. Though his erection was stone-solid, length bursting from his underwear and throbbing at his belly, he stopped what he was doing.
"Um... s-sorry, dude," the proud, chiseled stud mumbled, said hubris swiftly replaced with the horror of losing his self control. Not to mention the fierce, unexplainable desires for his brother. Without a word, he simply rubbed the back of his head, opened the door and walked out of his little brother's room. Both of Cody's siblings, it would seem, would be having quite intense orgasms over the mere entrance of him today. And Cody had no idea why. But whatever seemed to affect his sister affected his brother three fold.
They're acting so weird, Cody thought to himself as he stripped off the last of his sister's clothing. He looked down at himself once all those garments were removed. His shaft throbbed and pulsed, still managing to drool with preseed regardless of being drained three times in the six hours he'd been awake.
He looked back at the door, then back down at his erection. He bit on his lip and shudered. The things his brother said, the way he made him tingle, the way that powerful stallion shaft ground down against his girlyboy backside.
Cody's length throbbed. It begged for attention.
But I guess I am too.
The effeminate colt silently snuck over to the door and closed it. He leaned against the door and pumped his meager, young, teenage dick, joining his brother and sister in their incestuous masturbatory fantasies.
* * *
At the dinner table, all was normal. Cody's father complained about brokers who played the market like it was Vegas. His mother howled on about robbers who were stupid enough to assume that ATMs didn't have cameras mounted in them. Cody was dressed in more masculine attire, his sister in her own gender's clothing. Stan was the only odd-ball-- he didn't wear a shirt to the table. Though, to be proper for his parents, he did wear pants at the least. He was much too proud of his musculature to not show off.
Cody detailed the dragon he had met and the job he had received with much praise by his mother, even more so by his father. He hadn't told them it was secretarial-- it was simply an internship at a law firm.
Stan was pretty jealous of his father. The man was built twice as well as himself, putting the Statue of David to absolute shame, yet still managed to find tailors to retain his massive muscle. Cody loved that kind of body. So to notice his father idly eyeballing him at the dinner table-- even when he wasn't in his girlish clothing-- made him blush.
By the time they all went to bed, everyone but Cody was thinking of Cody. As Gabriel made love to his wife, as she made those sweet cries of pleasure muted by the thick walls of their middle-class home, the man couldn't help but let the thought of his youngest son enter his mind. It disturbed him, but he refused to let it stop him. While Belinda's husband drilled her with that well-hung length of his, she thought of pinning her youngest down in the shower, teaching him how to become a man. She felt the same way-- disturbed, but ignored it.
Stan shared his father's thoughts as he masturbated furiously on the bed, thinking about the boy in the most girly attire he could muster in his imagination, only feeling the slightest of guilt. Ashley was the only one of the family who gave fully into her desires, ignoring the stigma. She mirrored her big brother's fantasies, thoughts of riding her brother in his desk chair with every piece of her clothing on his body flooding her mind.
And during all their night-time fantasies, Cody thought of his boss. Ashley was the first to climax that night.
* * *
For the next two weeks, Cody went into the office and did exactly as his boss desired. On the subway, they silently fucked on the way to the building. (Though the boy could swear, the more often they mated, the more eyes were watching him.) When the filly made his way into Salum's office, those panties were tantalizingly slid down his form. So tantalizingly that, every other time, the boy was mounted again. Cody was getting, at least, three thick loads of dragon semen per day from his employer. How it was deposited was the only variant.
Though, one day, the boy came in late to work. This confused Salum. The boy had said he needed to go to the bathroom, after all, but it didn't take nearly an hour and a half to pee!
The youth was panting when he got off the elevator, leaning against the frame as he stumbled in.
"Oh, filly," the giraffe laughed. "You out of shape or something? How can a filly be out of shape? You're practically built for exercise!"
"S-sorry, I d-didn't mean to be late," Cody huffed out before making his way straight to Salum's office.
"Girl, how is it possible that you're late?" Salum inquired. What curiously struck the girlyboy, though, was Salum's tone lacked curiosity. It was, in fact, somewhat knowing.
"Th-the doorman," Cody panted out as he reached under his skirt. Salum held up a finger.
"Ah ah!" Salum grinned. "Not today. Come here, close the door and sit in my lap."
Cody, confused, nodded and trotted over. The dragon leaned back in his chair with a lecherous grin, the teen colt moving to straddle his boss's lap.
"Now," the white dragon rumbled, his neck craning forward to rub his muzzle slowly along his girlyboy's nape. Cody cooed, slowly snaking his arms around Salum's shoulders. The dragon's hands drifted down and under the boy's skirt to firmly grasp at the panty-clad girlyboy's plush, muscular backside. And, with a similar reaction, the fillyboy eased his tush back into those strong, scaled palms. "Tell me why you're late."
Cody shuddered. He wasn't in love with this scaled creature, but he had a sexual hunger for him that no amount of seed could fulfill. The way Salum groped his rump, the way his cock managed to pound his prostate, the delicious, musky, intoxicating and even addictive flavor of those thick ropes of draconic seed... it was a dream come true.
"W-well..." Cody collected himself to tell the story.
"T-the doorman told me that the express elevator was broken, and that it was kind of tricky to figure out how to get to the thirty-fourth's floor from the bottom floor, so he wanted to show me how to get there-- oh!" Cody shuddered when he felt bare, scaled paws slip under his panties, teasing his brown backside with growing intensity.
"Keep talking, filly."
"W-we got to the twenty-fourth floor, w-which he told me was a transition floor and only that, that there weren't any rooms on this floor or anything. T-then he pinned me to the elevator doors and started to tease me.
"He said he knew that I was a boy and that it only turned him on even more. So he started to, um, stroke me and was shoving and pushing himself against me. He said that he couldn't help himself and that he had to have me. S-so he picked me up-- ohh g-god, Salum!-- h-he picked me up and... and... S-salummm..!"
Salum grinned. "What's wrong, filly?"
Cody just stopped talking, the youth starting to pant as that dragon pumped two fingers into the boy's backside, working the Yorkshire's seed around, prodding the boy's prostate with expert finesse. With each pass, those scaled digits slid to the knuckle, curling down and stroking that sweet inner button.
"Mmm, he was right when he said that he couldn't help himself, filly," Salum hissed, slowly rolling his young secretary onto the desk, his powerful body hovering over the fillyboy. Cody's stocking-clad legs instinctively brought themselves up to Salum's shoulders, and in turn, the dragon bent forward, doubling the boy over himself like a high school slut.
"You know why?"
The boy stammered, about to muster a response, but moaned out loudly when those clothed slacks shoved themselves against his curvacious rump. The boy scrambled, attempting to peel his panties off. Anticipating this, the dragon's palms shot down and firmly gripped the youth's wrists, smirking. He knew that with every passing moment he didn't enter the filly would be another moment closer to having the boy beg for him.
"Because of all that seed I've filled you with. Haven't you noticed everyone starting to look at you? Starting to want you? I bet even your siblings have fallen under the spell, wanting to take you and claim you for their own, filly. Mmmm...
"All those hands in the lines and on the subway car groping you, making their way under your skirt to tease you..." Salum shuddered and let out a deep, low groan, a high-pitched hiss. "As they went under your skirt to rub that sweet, s-sweet young little ass of yours." The latter clause slowly transitioned into a stammered growl. Salum's hand released the boy's wrist for just a moment to fiercely, possessively smack that silky booty.
"Mmmf... fuck..." Salum shook his head and recollected himself. It was hard for even him to resist his own spell. "I'm not just a lawyer, you know. I'm quite well versed in magic, with a specialty in mind manipulation and aural attraction. Over the past two weeks, every time I've climaxed in-- " his hand clenched into a fist "--in you, filly, I've altered your aura. I've made it--"
Salum's eyes went wide, the dragon letting out a sudden groan of delight. Cody grinned. In duration of the explanation, Cody's hand slipped free of the final restraint, undid Salum's pants and freed that massive dragon dick. Cody was stroking it slowly with those soft, young palms of his, working the thick, black flesh in his hands, teasing every last sensitive area of the man he had become so well-versed in.
"Made it irresistible?" the youth finished, his sweet, seductive tone so contrasting of his gender that, for a split second, Salum thought Cody swapped with an identical, female twin.
"You little bitch," Salum growled out playfully. In a sudden flux of power, the powerful white dragon ripped those silky, girly garments off the boy's body. His hand swiftly shot up and grappled the boy's ankles simultaneous to the firm plunge he took into the youth's burning body. In just seconds, Cody was buried to the hilt with all ten inches of dragon dick, his tight, well-lubed entrance just as eager and able to take it all the same.
"SALUM!" the boy screamed. Salum's partner and desk jockey turned their heads to the closed door as Salum plowed that boy's rump, the desk quaking and shivering. There was no transition from a gentle thrust to outright animalistic desire-- just the animalistic desire. There was no passion drifting toward downright fucking-- just the downright fucking. There was no romance to be found here, no seduction, no sliding scale of sexual stepping. Just a young colt, dressed in his sister's clothing, being brutally fucked by a magical male.
The boy begged for the dragon to go harder, and harder the dragon went. The dragon's quick, intense thrusts were complimented by the shiver-inducing grind of the desk against the floor, being inched further and further back against the room with each sloppy shove of his meaty girth. Cody's body milked and squeezed, working that veined flesh as it plowed him so eagerly, so hungrily.
Cody's paws sought that barrel of a chest and clutched at Salum's business suit, his knees kissing his chest with his skirt flipped along his waist, his backside completely bare to the ceiling-high window overlooking the metropolis. They each cried out in climactic unison, in sex-crazed male-and-female harmony.
The teen's tight rump viced around his employer's shaft as the thick, tasty length drove his girlish cries up to eleven. Cody orgasmed with such force that his anus stopped the drake's thrusts, his length firing with such power his seed shot over his shoulder. Salum's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he, too, let out a glass-shuddering howl of peaked possession and passion. Those hefty scaled testicles retreated into his body to churn thick, creamy seed into his girlyboy's hungry backside.
The tingling sensation of satisfaction lasted for minutes on end before the couple both collapsed. Cody's legs slid off Salum's shoulders only to wrap around the dragon's waist, caressing the male's slacks with his silky stockings. The drake slumped against his girl's body with long, deep breaths, quivering palms stroking slowly along those shapely, girly legs.
Though their cries were muffled, the cat and giraffe were quite aversely affected.
"I'm..." The feline gulped. "I'm going to be in my office."
The giraffe nodded. The cat made a bee-line to his room and closed the door behind him. The giraffe slowly turned her body back to her desk, her mind filling in the blanks her eyes couldn't see.
Ten minutes passed before the two exited. The boy smiled up at Salum while the drake did the same down to his filly secretary. They looked clean, trim, and the boy's panties were shockingly in tact. He was wearing them.
"Susan, we're going to meet a client, if Charles calls tell him to shut up for me?"
The giraffe laughed and nodded. "Yes... yes Mr. Connubium, I'll tell him for you."
Salum smiled and pressed the button for the elevator. It quickly arrived. The couple stepped in and stepped out of sight.
I'd be jealous if I didn't want that filly so badly, Susan thought to herself as her fingers crept between her legs.
"You're quite the sex-bomb," Salum rumbled to the boy as his hand lewdly groped at Cody's backside, causing the young colt to moan. "I find it hard to resist you. But this is a good thing. I'm sure I can find some sort of spell to resist you enough to clear my mind-- after all, I want you regardless of your altered aura. You're going to be a great tool for me as well as a great lover."
Cody blinked. "Lover?"
Salum laughed. "You know what I mean. A fuckbuddy. A fucktoy. My own personal slut." Cody shuddered at all those monikers, his panties tenting ever so slightly. Salum smirked and squeezed. Cody moaned. "But with people unable to resist you, you can do so much for me, and you... you'll get all the dick you want."
Cody smiled girlishly up at the male. He slowly leaned over and rested his head on the drake's shoulder. The elevator ringed out: first floor.
"Let's go."
Salum proudly strode from the elevator, the girlyboy's left arm hooked into his right. As they walked by, they both grinned knowingly at the doorman, who flushed rather deeply in his ears. He felt guilty about earlier, abusing such a young boy and giving into his desires. And they both knew. He was severely embarrassed.
His embarrassment strengthened as the couple left. Cody winked at him just before turning the corner.