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In which a man finds his new slave is more dominate than he is. (3100 words)

2010 Gren Drake

The train station was poorly lit. Electric strip lights lined the edges of the floor and cast their pale illumination into the massive chamber. Above was a domed ceiling. It would look like a small hillock from the surface, but the designers had not deigned to include any sky-lights or windows. Not that it would have mattered as it was well into the time the sakin called twilight falling; it was past twilight and well into night.

Jason sat on one of the long, hard benches that lined the station. He had chosen one near the wall because it was slightly brighter there; the local sakin, not being diurnal, stayed further away leaving him plenty of room. His suitcases were stacked near the bench and a long chain was wrapped around their handles securing them to the nearest bench-post to make sure no one walked off with them. Bad as losing all his clothing would be, the loss of the sales samples would be devastating. Without them, he might as well return home.

Laying on her stomach a bit further down the bench, Vivar laid with her tail over her leg and drooping off the edge of the bench, letting the tip touch on the floor. She was a young sakin woman he had had foisted upon him as a slave by the government after he had done the decent thing by feeding her; she'd been locked into it as punishment and was clearly hungry. Having neither friends nor family in the area, she had explained, she didn't receive the extras that such people typically brought prisoners. She'd followed him faithfully ever sense. He wasn't so cold blooded as to treat her the way he was expected to and as a result she had become rather forward and, if it weren't for the metal band around her neck, nothing would suggest that she were a slave.

It would be another couple hours until his train arrived. Earlier in his sales trip, he had discovered that randomly wandering around the city was not wise and so he waited without even the benefit of a book. The few he'd brought he'd already read, though he was considering rereading one simply to absolve the boredom. Buying a new book, while financially feasible thanks to better-than-expected sales, was impractical. Those that were available were written in the local language, Nraevan, and while he could speak the language as well as any human could hope, reading it was a whole new layer of complexity. At least he hadn't been sent to do a tour of Menota! He pitied whoever had to deal with that market.

Vivar twitched and lifted her snout slightly so she could see one of the large analog clocks that adorned the walls of the station. Seeing the time, she sighed and turned to Jason.

"You should have found an earlier train," she told him, speaking Nraevan with the clarity and speed of a native speaker. Her English, he had found, was abominable.

"I wasn't the one who made up my route; besides, the only alternative is a zeppelin flight, but while that may leave earlier, it still arrives later."

She rolled her eyes at him, though he could see her tail twitching with amusement. She flipped over onto her back, leaving him with a good view down her bare, and flat, chest. She wore the heavy leather harness common to sakin nearly everywhere, but neglected to bother with the belly strap that was currently fashionable. As neither sex had any external distinctions he had originally presumed that Vivar was male, only founding out in a scene in a prior city he was quite happy to have left behind him. She flipped her tail upwards in a loop so that the last few inches ran over her belly and she lifted her feet onto the bench so they were only a few feet from her hips and her knees sticking into the air.

She reached towards Jason, grabbing his shirt and pulling him a closer. "There is something we could do to pass the time," she said.

"And just what did you have in mind?" he asked, pulling her hands away from his shirt. Although she had demonstrated some curiosity about his clothing shortly after she had been given to him, she had largely ignored them since. He wondered what brought on her interest this time.

"We could always have sex." The suggestion was made in a reasonable tone, as though she had suggested going for coffee, or at least one of the beverages that took it place there.

"What?"

"There's no problem; can't get egg-heavy, nor pass disease."

"I can't afford to get a hotel room for a couple of hours!"

She tilted her head and the tip of her tail flicked. "Why bother?"

"What, here?" He looked around the train station; while it was not crowded there were nearly a dozen people hanging about, all sakin, not including the whores at the opposite side of the station who were waiting for the rush of people getting off when the train actually arrived.

Vivar tilted her head. "Why not?" She flipped over again, her fingers playing with the button on his pants.

"I can't- We can't- This is a public space! People would see!"

Unfamiliar with buttons, she ended up shearing the button off of his pants rather than undoing it. "So?"

"Really, this is-"

Vivar reached up, placing one clawed finger over his mouth, interrupting what he'd been about to say. "Quiet." Stunned by her newest leap in forwardness, he found himself watching as she pulled the zipper of his pants open.

He jerked her arms away from his pants. "Stop that! This is not the time or the place. Besides, we barely know each other."

She cocked her head as she looked at him. "What better way to get familiar?" Her eyes opened wide and her lips parted in a silent gasp. "You've been gelded! I did not realize."

He shook his head fiercely. "That's not it at all!" He scrabbled at his pants, trying to close the zipper once more. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his underpants, however, her fingers exploring his crotch. He could feel her claws scrap against his skin, not quite cutting it.

"Stop that!"

Her tail was twitching more quickly now; getting into his pants seemed to have become a game all of its own now, the objective less important.

"Your protests draw more attention than your acquiescence would." Her fingers pushed the band of his underpants down even as he tried to zip his pants up.

"I am not accustomed-"

She sighed. "You humans are so limited in your outlook. Experiment some!" her fingers pulled his limp penis out of his pants, but ignored his balls, leaving them hidden away. Her claws caught on the elastic of his underwear, tearing it.

"Its not a matter of experimentation; its a question of proper behaviour!" For the first time since being given ownership of the sakin, he considered striking her. Legally he was allowed to as long as he didn't actually injure her especially for such disobedience. He was not a violent person, however, and was not comfortable with the thought.

Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and wrapped around his cock, lifting it and moistening it. He could feel himself becoming hard beneath her tongue's efforts.

She looked up at him, her eyes seeming to ask a simple question: 'see?'. Before he could react, she slipped forward, taking his cock into her warm mouth. He could feel her breath blowing against his pubes.

All protests died in his throat; although he could not see them now, he'd had many opportunities over the past few days to see the impressive array of long, pointed teeth that lined her mouth. Her tongue massaged him with a seemingly expert touch, rapidly bringing him towards climax without ever actually reaching it.

Her teeth brushed against the sides of his member and he shuddered, images of his flesh being impaled, but her efforts were such that even this didn't kill his erection. Just as he was nearing orgasm she stopped and allowed his member to stand free in the cavern-in-miniature that was her mouth.

One of her hands reached up and fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. He quickly undid them rather than risk loosing them as he had the button on his pants.

She ran the point of her claws along his skin, eliciting shivers down his spine. Her resumed assault on his member came as a surprise and, once again, he could feel himself building up.

Whether through practice or luck she was able to bring him to the brink of climax and keep him there, never quite bringing him to his climax. He found himself trying to thrust into her snout, but her free hand pressed against his pubes, its digits wrapped around the base of his member, keeping his hips in place. The hand that was stroking his chest tweaked one of his nipples causing a tremor to run through his body.

Even through the sexual haze that hung over his senses he could see her tail practically lashing behind her and the tips of her ears pointed at the ceiling--she was enjoying the process to no end.

Then her tongue massaged his cock just a bit faster and a wave of bliss forced its way through his body. He could feel the spurts of semen pulse through his penis and into her throat.

"Ah!" he said.

He shook his head as she raised her head, visibly swallowing.

"Damn! I... I oughta..."

"Return the gesture?" she asked, her head cocked. "I'm feeling quite horny myself. I'd love a good fuck, but I'll settle for some oral if you need to recover first."

He stared at her, not even thinking to do his pants back up. "I..."

She shook her head. "If not then at least drop me at the stables for a while when we get off the train."

He blinked. "The stables? What do stables have to do with anything?"

"Are you really as sheltered as you pretend?" She stared at him. "They keep a selection of studs so there's always at least one ready. Sometimes there's even a choice." Vivar rolled onto her back again and looked up at Jason.

"Ready for what?" With the new view she'd presented, he could see that her groin was swollen slightly.

"You really don't know?" She paused, looking at him expectantly as though expecting him to protest. "Ready to mate, of course."

"With an animal?" He couldn't take his now wide eyes away from her, his arms falling limp at his sides.

"Certainly," she said. "Why not?"

His head spun and he grabbed the bench to keep upright. "And the stable's keepers know about this?"

"Of course. Who do you think arranges it?"

"But that's wrong!"

She shook her head. "Very repressed."

Jason wondered if he should do what she was asking just to keep her from making out with beasts. No matter how normal she might consider it, he couldn't condone her sleeping with animals.

He slid off the bench, his shaking arms barely keeping him upright. He knelt next to her and touched her groin, his fingers running over it. The tiny scales were smooth beneath his fingers.

His finger slipped inside of her unexpectedly, her slit had been concealed by the erratic texture of the scales of her hide. She twitched slightly as his finger entered her and started to explore and his finger slid easily over her slick inner flesh. Near the front was a small nub of flesh that was quickly revealed to be far more sensitive than the rest of her inner reaches. She shuddered as he rubbed it and he stopped for fear he was hurting her.

"Keep going!" she called out between gasps. "Do more; try your tongue."

He cautiously inserted a second finger and her vagina expanded readily to accommodate the extra digit. As he rubbed against her hidden clit he could feel her body shiver and hear her moan.

Growing more eager in the task, he pulled out his fingers, then lowered his head over her and pushed his tongue into her, tasting the ample moisture within her. Unsure of what to do, he thrust into her with his tongue, the tip lapping against her clit.

As he did this his hands explored her body. One ran along her thighs taking in the feel of her scales as they became larger and rougher away from her groin. The other hand ran up her belly and explored her chest though the absence of either breasts or nipples confused him for a moment.

Her hand reached up and settled on the back of his head, pushing him against her crotch. His fingers reached the bottom of her snout and he felt the bone beneath her scales. The other slipped from her leg to her tail, this limb twitching faster as he explored her body even as stimulated her. Her tail was rounded with a ridge running along the back; the vertebra of her spine broke the otherwise smooth shape.

The hand on her head slid over her features, taking in the heavy brow around her eye before slipping to feel the leathery texture inside her ear. It twitched away from his finger and a shiver ran through her body.

He was surprised to realize that he was becoming aroused again. Or maybe not again as such since he hadn't really been aroused when she'd sucked him off.

He stood and put his hands on either side of her belly, feeling her ragged breathing then he flipped his leg over her, straddling her. In position, he thrust his hard maleness downwards, penetrating her.

Her vulva parted around him, taking his member in, her inner flesh caressing it. He began to thrust slowly, angling himself ever so slightly upwards so that his member rubbed against her clit.

He leaned forward, his eyes closed, and touched his lips to the front of her snout and felt her breath against his cheeks. It took only a moment for the reek of her breath to turn his stomach and he shifted so that he was rubbing cheeks with her, his noise brushing the base of her ear repeatedly, every touch making her shiver. She returned the gesture, brushing her roughly scaled snout against his cheek. Her breath blew around his ear and the sensation caused his nose to hit her ear more firmly.

Vivar wrapped an arm around his back and used it to pull him tight against her body. Her feet pressed against the bench, lifting the pair up. She made a sudden movement and he found himself on his back on the narrow bench, the sakin's hips rising and falling over his own, taking over the pace and the control of his thrusting as she nuzzled his neck.

He could still feel her arm behind his back between him and the bench as the other arm stroked his exposed chest. His arms, freed from holding up his body wrapped around hers. She began to thrust against him faster and he could feel himself building upwards to a second climax.

She licked his neck, her long tongue exploring his neck and chin even parting his lips slightly and brushing against his teeth. He used one hand to stroke her snout and placed the other on the small of her back. This later touch elicited a shiver he could feel in every point of contact between them.

Her lips parted slightly and she whispered soft, nearly inaudible words at him.

The sensations had built up enough now that he was thrusting rapidly upwards into the sakin, his hand on her back pressing downwards making her take more of him into her with every thrust.

His back arched, embedding him deeper into the woman as he felt his semen flood through his penis once more. He moaned as his muscles locked in place for a moment then his body relaxed and he sagged against the bench.

He could feel Vivar laying on top of him, no longer holding herself up or keeping up the thrusting motions.

His eyes opened a crack, grey stone walls fuzzily visible. There was the tunnel the train would come through...

Train?

He remembered then where he was and his eyes shot open as he looked around. The train station was much more crowded now and the occupants were no longer only sakin. He felt his cheeks burn and was grateful that most of the now half-filled station was paying him no mind. The body language of those who watched varied between amused, content, and even aroused. A couple could be seen to be masturbating as they watched.

He wanted to get up, to hide, but the weight of his now limp partner kept him from doing more than giving his watchers a weak smile.

A loud whistle tore through the air of the station.

"The train!" He shook Vivar until she raised herself onto her arms. "The train is here," he told her. "We need to get on it. Get off me."

She slid off of him, her tail curling over one of his thighs to stretch over his belly, rubbing against him as it twitched in amusement.

"No rush," she said as she pulled open the small bag that contained her own possessions. "It'll be ten minutes or so; clean up first." She got out a towel and began wiping their combined fluids off as his hands reached down to refasten his pants, remembering that they'd been damaged.

Damn! He'd have to change pants when they got on the train; there was no way his would stay in place longer than that.

And after that he'd need to show Vivar how to undo buttons; repairing the buttons would get old real fast.