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It was just raining hard enough to be called rain. Most weathermen would stick with 'drizzles' or 'showers', but it was good enough to be rain, now. Tiny droplets of water were starting to drip from the edge of the hood on his coat, dripping into his eyes and forcing him to blink them clear.

Todd was standing out on the sidewalk on this mild, cloudy, rainy afternoon to wait for a bus. He took the bus from this particular spot almost every afternoon, on his way home from his average retail job to his average house in an average suburb a few streets away. They were long streets, though, otherwise he would have just walked. Todd, who himself was just average enough to justify all of the other average things in his life, had chestnut brown hair of medium length, and hazel eyes. His black coat covered plain street clothes, which he changed into after wearing his simple blue work shirt and black dress pants during his mundane shift. A slightly folded bus ticket, a couple sets of keys, and a pen filled his pockets, and a sense of impatience filled his head. If the person that wrote the bus schedule had actually stood in this spot and timed when the bus arrived, they would have found it showed up at 5:46, at best, and not the advertised 5:41. It made him antsy, standing here and waiting. Had the bus come early and he'd missed it? Was the bus on a detour route today? He craned his eyes against the quietly pattering rain, and heard the familiar roar of the diesel engine as it rolled down the street, and the squeak of the brakes as the long, white box came to a spot in front of him.

Eyes slightly downcast, Todd entered the bus, smoothed out the ticket, and passed it into the machine that stood between him and the driver. With no objection, he stepped down the aisle, around a family of four that usually crowded the door, and into the only empty seat. With a lurch, the bus pulled back into traffic and on its way. His was one of the fold-down seats that made up the wider section of bus seating, running parallel to the aisle, where strollers and walkers would sit if another passenger had brought them. Regular two-person bench seats started a few seats down from him, but those were all full on this trip. For now, Todd just sat between two newspaper-covered men with his back hunched forward and his hands cupped in his lap. It was common for him to take a vested interest in the floor during bus rides, until his stop arrived and he shuffled off with one or two others. The floor seemed no different this time either. Grey rubber, with that notched non-slip pattern that channeled loose water and ran the wrong direction. A wrapper here, a pebble there. Nothing out of the ordinary. He could see the black shoes of himself, and the two men on either side of him, along with the hems of their respective pants. His eyes slowly rose towards the opposite side of the bus, scanning the floor in a meticulous manner for nothing in particular. The grey floor, speckled with dirt, continued unchallenged until...a wall of sparkling red rose suddenly from the aisle.

Dazzling crimson, flashing in his eyes as the streetlights reflected off the metallic surface, like hundreds of tiny mirrors. It was so unlike anything Todd had ever seen before, especially on this run-of-the-mill bus. As his eyes slowly traced the form, resolving what was once a tangle of mirrors into tangible shapes. It started as a thigh, extending out to a knee that was bent back inwards and connected to a long, clawed foot. Another foot and leg was visible on the other side, wrapping back around to form a complete set of hips. A long, thick tail extended back from those hips, wrapped around its right side and sweeping softly back and forth across the dusty floor. From the hips rose a tall, sturdy back, with two leathery wings held close to the thing's sides. Two more limbs, in much the same shape as the legs below, stretched down to lean on the floor. These arms formed a set of broad shoulders, slightly hunched in the cramped bus. A long, sinuous neck bent out of those shoulders, and connected to a narrow, wedge-shaped head that watched the road through the windshield expectantly. It took a few moments for Todd to wrap all of that information together into something he could identify, but when he was finished, he still wasn't quite sure what he was identifying could be real. Did anyone else see it? Was he the only one who could see it, because as far as he could tell, it was a red-scaled dragon the size of a large horse, sitting on its haunches like a dog in the middle of a bus.

Todd could only stare, wide-eyed and mouth agape, at the tower of scales that sat in front of him. This was not mundane at all. This had never happened before. There was a dragon on the bus, and nobody cared. Not one bit. No one even made a second glance at it.

"Can I help you?" a deep, sultry voice asked suddenly. Again, it took a moment for Todd to process, but he noticed that the dragon's head was no longer looking through the windshield, but was directed at him, with its strong, red eyes gazing down upon him. It had just spoken. That is very strange.

"I, uh, um," Todd replied with what intelligence he had left to speak with. The rest of it was busy trying to rationalize a talking dragon on the bus. "Can...I...help you..."

"Well, I asked you first, but because you asked, yes, I could use some help," the dragon replied with a pleasant smile.

"You...need...my help?" Todd continued to stammer.

"Oh, it would be greatly appreciated," the dragon replied. "You see, the seats here simply aren't large enough for me. I've filed a complaint with the company, but you know how long company PR takes to get anything done. I would really appreciate it if you would be my seat for a little while."

"I...but...what?" he asked.

"Oh, it's really quite simple," the dragon replied. "Let me show you."

With reflexes faster than a cat and a grip stronger than a vice, the dragon reached out with its massive paws and grabbed Todd from his seat. Holding him against his warm, red-scaled chest, the dragon began to quickly strip the layers off of his body. First the zipper of his jack, then the line of buttons on his work shirt, then his belt and pants, briefs, shoes and socks. All of his clothes were discarded in a loose heap in the seat he'd once occupied. Nothing was damaged, but it would certainly have to be ironed again. Now stark naked in the middle of a bus, cradled by a dragon, Todd's brain did the only rational thing left to do. It shut off completely. He went ridged, his facial muscles locked in a surprised terror, eyes wide and mouth gaping. The dragon propped its hindquarters up with its tail, and slipped Todd beneath him, laying him flat on his back on the cold rubber floor. Slowly, the dragon lowered itself back down, its body wrapping around the comparatively smaller man quite well. Now trapped in musky, humid darkness, Todd's brain decided to start up again. After contemplating exactly how he'd been placed on the floor, and the orientation of the dragon that had placed him there, he could come to the conclusion that it was the dragon's asshole kissing against the tip of his nose.

"There. That's how you would be my seat," the dragon said, its voice muffled by the walls of flesh around him. "Oh, and a good seat you are. Did you know there are seats in Japan, toilets, really, that will clean for you? I'm not dirty, but, do you think you could do that for me? I'd really appreciate the help."

The dragon above him shifted slightly, grinding him down into the unyielding rubber floor below him, so the yielding flesh above him could better fit around his head. Now, instead of kissing his nose, the flexing anus was planting full kisses against his lips. It was at that point that Todd realized he hadn't been breathing for a little while, and his lungs suddenly screamed out for air. He exhaled a quaking breath from his mouth, straight up the gaping hole hanging above him, and took in new air from the confined space around it. It was hot air, the hottest air he'd ever breathed, and rich in moisture, scent, and flavor. As he inhaled through his open mouth, earthy aromas came to life against his tongue, all-encompassing. He found his tongue leaving the safety of his mouth, for what reason he wasn't quite sure, but in a moment it was pressed against the flexing star above him. He traced the outside edge of the orifice with the tip of his tongue, feeling the muscles push and pull around him. Soon, a pleasant tingle started in the very end of his tongue, with that indescribable earthy taste taking a sweeter undertone. Again unsure of what he was doing, the flat of Todd's tongue licked across the hole, from one side to the other, before dipping inside the swelling orifice. Again, he took breath through his mouth, feeling the air tingle down his throat and into his lungs.

Now inside the dragon's anus, Todd could feel the slick walls press tight around his tongue, coating it in a sticky fluid that made his whole tongue tingle nearly to the point of burning. He was unable to breathe through his mouth now, lip locked to the asshole, so he'd take his breaths through his nose, which was pressed firmly into the soft flesh just behind the hole he was so invested in. He wasn't sure if there was something more he was supposed to be doing, whether what he was doing was right, whether what he was doing was totally wrong, or how long he was supposed to do this. When was the dragon getting off the bus? How did the dragon even get on the bus? Its frame looked too wide to fit through the doors. Then again, it was hard to judge width in his predicament.

"Alright, that should be enough for you," the dragon's muffled voice said, and there was suddenly cool, fresh air against Todd's face as the dragon propped himself up. With thick fingers wrapped around his ankles, Todd was pulled out from under the dragon, flipped, and dropped back down on his belly.

"You did a very good job," it said, drawing Todd's eyes up to where the wedged head hovered approvingly above him. After his ministrations, a new, quite prominent feature of the dragon was exposed. From a slit placed between its spread legs, a tapered red shaft about a foot in length hung in Todd's view of the dragon's head. It glimmered in the passing streetlights, and a slight bulb of clear fluid was quivering its way out of the hole in the tip. "I am very grateful that you would be my seat. Now, I have something else I would love you to help me with."

A pair of fingers caressed under his chin, and brought his head up beside swollen organ. It exuded a scent very similar to the dragon's ass, and the heat emanating from it was unbelievable. With the pole now rubbing against his right cheek, leaving a line of clear fluid across it, Todd took a glance to his left and right. The two men he'd been sitting between some time ago were still reading their papers. A woman was playing with a baby in a stroller on the other side. No one seemed to take notice of the situation going on in the middle of this crowded bus, only feet away from them. There were kids here, and no one was even acknowledging the inappropriate public behavior.

Todd's head was guided up to where the tip of the shaft hung, and was held in place with the tip pressed against his lips. Again unsure of what his body was doing, his mouth opened up and tongue flopped out, hooking itself under the tapered tip. The fluid coating the shaft made his tongue tingle just as strongly as the fluids from the ass, and soon he was dropping his head towards the dragon's crotch scales. The tip of the shaft tucked itself against his right cheek, halting him momentarily before he readjusted, and sent it on a straight course towards the back of his throat. By the time the tip bumped the back of his throat and he stopped, Todd only had about half of that ruby pillar inside his mouth, while the rest stood barren just past his lips.

"Now, now, you must be more careful," the dragon said, pulling his head back off the shaft. "You must be more careful. You could choke on a piece of meat that big. Here, let me help you this time."

Once again, Todd felt thick fingers against his body, and he was spun and swung again. Now facing the front of the bus, flat on his belly, he could hear shuffling behind him, and a shadow fell over his body. Two red-scaled feet were placed at either side of his head, and another incredible weight was placed on his back as the dragon lay on top of him.

"Don't worry. It shouldn't hurt too much after the first few strokes," the dragon whispered into his right ear, its hot breath ruffling his hair and making him shiver. For a moment, the weight and scales of the dragon's belly were removed from his back, and he felt the familiar heat of the dragon's shaft drag across his spine, over the small of his back, and wedge into the cleft between his ass cheeks. The tapered end bumped against his hole twice, making it slick with clear pre-seed. There was a moment of painful apprehension as the tip pushed forcefully at his hole, until it broke his defenses and pain rang out across his body. Bearing his teeth in a snarl, the dragon advanced on Todd's poor bowels one inch at a time, slowly but surely burying his thickening shaft in the man. Todd, pinned beneath the beast and unable to move his arms or legs, had his mouth open in a silent scream as previously untouched nerves were stimulated thoroughly and violently.

"Mmm," the dragon moaned into his ear. "I'm so glad you got on the bus tonight."

Todd's whole body began to spasm against the dragon's weight as the last few inches sunk inside his body, and hot, swollen crotch scales ground against his bare ass.

"Mhm. You fit it all," the dragon said with a smile. "Where's your stop?"

"B...b...Bay...st...b...Bay street," he stuttered.

"Hmm, I'll be quick, then," the dragon replied. "I'd hate to have you miss your stop."

Moving a hand down onto his right shoulder, the dragon tugged his shaft out and shoved it back inside. Todd's hole, after being stretched so far, was not pained so much when the dragon's hips bashed his own. In fact, without that violent pain, he could begin to feel the undertone of something else, hidden under the fiery friction of the dragon's thrusts. Back and forth, the dragon rocked, rubbing against him inside and out. Hot, panting breaths rolled over Todd's neck, blowing his hair and roaring in his ears. The dragon's hips pumped so easily now, thrusting back and forth like a knife through butter. His anal passage reflexively tightened around the intruder, trying to expel it from his bowels, but only encouraging it to come back for more. He could feel the shaft pulsing inside of him, in time with the dragon's rapid breathing. Did this dragon breathe fire? Was he about to get cooked after being used and abused? He suddenly got a fantastic idea. He began to wriggle his way forward, bucking back against the dragon in an attempt to escape.

"Oh," the dragon moaned. "Yes, that's good. You're such a big help."

Todd continued to struggle, rotating his hips back and forth in an attempt to dislodge the dragon. Every time his body spun while the shaft was buried inside him, the dragon would moan deeper, and grind a bit harder against him. The pulsing became faster, and the thrusts more erratic and feral. Even Todd knew that however this was going to end, it was going to end soon.

The dragon, sensing its impending climax, rose up to its full sitting height, and grasped the yellow cord that ran along the left side of the bus. Its arm hung directly above of the men with a newspaper, but he didn't notice at all. Thrusting with only the strength of its hips, the dragon dug in twice more before burying itself completely within Todd's ass. The growl rising in its chest exploded into a full-blown roar, attracting the attention of no one. As thick, hot semen poured out of the dragon's shaft and into the man trapped beneath it, the dragon tore down on the cord, and the pleasant chime of a bell overplay the dragon's climactic shout of triumph. The 'Stop Requested sign' above their heads blazed with red light, and the bus slowly rolled to a stop. Todd watched through dazed eyes as the door a few feet away opened up, and the family crowding around the bag rack shuffled out onto the rainy roadside.

Weak and numb to most sensations save the hot liquid sliding around in his asshole, Todd was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and put on his feet. He was facing the dragon, who turned to pick up his pile of discarded clothing and place it all in his hands. Then, without a word, the dragon turned him around and pushed him towards the door. Todd took a few steps, unsure and unsteady, before turning his head back. The dragon was sitting there, in the same position that he'd started in, except now there was a large puddle of white goop between its legs and a red tip retreating back into its fold. The dragon cocked its head slightly, gave him a pleasant smile, and a wave good-bye. Todd just stared at it as he walked, and took the steps down out of the bus.

Now standing, barefoot, naked, and dripping, on the wet gravel that bordered the road, Todd turned back to the bus. The door closed slowly, and with a roar the diesel engine picked up speed and rolled away. He could make out the scaled body through the window, being carried down the street and out of view. Wide-eyed and confused, Todd did the only thing he could think to do. He crossed the street and went home.