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Truckstop Talon Tricks For VeronicaFoxx By Draconicon

Jiron had worked the shipping lanes of the Feathered Systems for a decade or so, and he was well-acquainted with the different 'services' that they offered at the fueling stations. With the refueling process taking at least an hour in the queue, plus however long it took for the mechanics to stop dinking around and fix one of his rear thrusters, he planned on making good use of them before hitting the 'lanes again. Might as well give himself plenty to remember before he was alone again.

He left the well-lit parts of the docking bay, making his way 'round the lower, less high-class parts of the station. Security guards on smoke breaks and assholes kicked out of the drinking corners lined the corridors, but they avoided him. There was something about a wolf in a leather jacket that still inspired some respect in others.

It took about ten minutes to make it to the station's mating post, a familiar sight for anyone that bothered to ship in these systems. The birds always had a thing about getting different eggs, and there were enough other species in the universe that needed a little touch to make variety...satisfactory.

The post itself was smaller than he was used to. Not much more than a giant steel block from the outside, perhaps forty feet by sixty. It'd be divided into as many eight by eight blocks as could fit inside, with a narrow corridor between them. He knew the way it worked.

A credit opened the door, and the usual scanning light flickered over him as he stepped inside. He lingered under it, letting it get a good look at his DNA, before he stepped into the hallway.

"Category: Lupine. Species Compatibility: Yellow."

Yellow. Heh. Back on Terra, that would have meant a warning. He wondered if it was still the same in the other systems.

Shrugging it off, he walked down the line of blocks, pausing at the crosspoint. A sign floating in front of him said that there were birds on the left, mammals and reptiles on the right.

Ain't gonna find a bitch this far out, he thought. Even if I did, she'd be charging top credit.

The birds, on the other hand...

He took a left, turning his head left and right as he went down the hallway, hands tucked in his pockets as he looked at one then another.

Birds were always a funny bunch of fuckers. They were all flat-chested, so you couldn't tell what you were getting from the tops. And down below -

Well, you can tell when they're doing that...

Jiron paused as he watched a parrot in one of the rooms, shaking his head at the big lunk fondling himself and jerking at a cock sticking out of his cloaca. Whether it was real or not, he didn't know - some of the birds liked to stick fake things up there to imitate a male, for some goddamn reason - but he wasn't in the mood for that.

Eventually, just before the end of the hallway, he paused, looking down his muzzle at what lay waiting for him. It was a blue bird, something like that old Bird of Paradise that used to live in the wilds back home. It was elegant, blue feathers that were dark, deep sapphire on the head fading in a gradient towards the tail feathers. Not flaunting itself, either, but not holding back, leaning back on pillows of silver and green.

"Are you looking for some company, sir?"

Even the voice was as ambiguous as one could imagine. Jiron looked the bird over. Not bad hips. Decent curves. Decent body type. Easy enough to think that it was a female, even if it wasn't. And once he got inside, who really cared?

"Hundred credits. All I got; what'll it get me?" he asked.

"Deposit them at the door, good sir, and let me show you."

Wasn't like he was gonna get a better deal. The wolf dropped them down the deposit chute, the clicking sounds of them hitting the metal sides echoing for a few seconds before they fell away. As soon as he stepped in the room, the metal door closed behind him, sealing them off from the rest of the mating post.

The blue bird slowly swung its legs forward, lying on its back as it spread its talons, crossing its legs at the ankle. The flickering, kicking show exposed its sex again and again, that single outer hole always a tease and a gamble.

Jiron smirked, fondling himself as the bird exposed itself again and again. Now that he was in the room, he finally understood how tiny the thing was. Maybe half his height, which was saying something.

"Sure you can work here, feathers?"

"I have dealt with things larger than yours, I'm sure. Besides, my cloaca is hardly the only way I may earn a living."

"Color me curious then."

"A fine pink for that, sir, but I lack the paint."

"Just an expression."

"Ah, pardon my ignorance, sir. Please, come forward."

Birds are always fucked up... They never made any sense, but they were interesting to look at. Usually good to fuck, too, though he'd never seen one that'd do the dirty deed for less than two hundred. He wondered what a hundred had actually bought him.

Better not be the feathers. I hate it when they tickle...

As soon as he was in reach, the bird reached out, three taloned toes slipping past the waistband of Jiron's pants. He froze in place, feeling the back, blunt end of the claws pressing against his sheath.

"Pardon me, sir, but this will go much better without these..."

"Usually, your sort let me take them off..."

"For a hundred credits, sir, this is a service I must do."

Must?

The talons were surprisingly dextrous, pulling his pants down without ripping or tearing them. When they were pooled about his ankles and his sheath was left out in the open, he expected the bird to get to stroking, or sucking, or something like that.

Instead, the talons came back up, gripping his sheath like scaly hands, except...so much more...forceful.

Jiron had to lean on the wall as the paired set of talons worked him, one three-toed, one-spurred set gripping his sheath tightly, tugging it up and down, while the other encircled his balls in a ring of four deadly points. The feeling of them 'tickling' them was a dangerous sensation, but exciting at the same time.

It didn't take long for the tip of his cock to push free, but the only set that shifted were the ones around his balls. Tight squeezes that would have supported a damn bat from a beam squeezed his sheath, forcing it down, making him expose his cock.

"Fuck...can all of you do that?" he grunted.

"My species happens to be particularly talented with our talons. However, it is a fairly universal skill, yes."

"Mmmph...can you be...a bit gentler?"

"It depends, sir."

"On fucking what?!"

"Whether you wish to risk the sharp ends."

He hissed. The pressure and tightness...The bird was right. It was keeping the sharp points at the end from having any chance of touching him. It was a way of taking care to avoid injuring him.

But that damn tightness...

"I'll risk it."

"On your head be it, sir."

The talons loosened, and he felt more of the texture of those feet. They were not scaled in the way a reptile's toes would be, but they weren't soft and smooth like other mammals, either. They were a weird thing that was smooth, but pebbly, rough, but gentle.

And the claws...

He shivered as he felt the edges of them stroke along his cock, so light, so gentle, yet so potentially deadly. The likes of a predator on a vain, pretty little thing in front of him. The slow strokes pulled him harder and harder, dragging his cock out of his sheath to the fullest extent, until he was as hard as he could get.

"Mmmph...Heh..." He smirked. "Told ya I could take it."

"You are brave, sir. Braver than most caught in the talons of the feathered ones."

"I'm a wolf. We're used to danger."

"Are you, sir?"

The talons tightened again, this time wrapping around the base of his shaft. If his knot had been showing, it would have been an insane burst of stimulation. As it was, it left him hissing, allowing the blue bird to drag him forward.

The tip of his cock touched the avian's cloaca, and he could feel some fluid already dripping out from inside. It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, but it was slippery enough. Definitely slippery enough for some fun.

"Heh...I paid enough for that?"

"For me to set the pace, sir."

"Heh, if you can take it..."

"Lie back, sir."

Obliging the bird, Jiron laid down on the cushions. His companion slid around, sitting down on his thighs before gripping his cock once more. Those talons guided it down, the tip of his shaft slipping into...something. One never knew which hole it was unless the bird was a mess, and this one was immaculate.

Half of his cock went inside, and was immediately subjected to the bird's insane inner muscle control. The other half -

"Mmmph..."

The other half was subjected to the bird's talons once more, a milking of two sorts. Jiron bit his lips, his fingers curling into the pillows in an attempt to hold back for as long as he could.

Fuck...I might just have a new fetish here...

Jiron could hardly believe the tightness of the talons about his shaft. The wolf had felt some tight whores in his time, birds and mammals alike, but this...this was something different.

"Mmmph..."

He groaned as he felt the little scales on the bird's toes grinding into his cock, encouraging his knot to form earlier than he was used to. That, combined with the tight, slippery, clenching feeling inside of the little whore was making driving him right up the wall, and he honestly didn't know how long he'd be able to hold out before he blew his load.

Damn...didn't expect...didn't expect this to be so good...

And so cheap, for that matter. Even if this prostitute hadn't been willing to put out this far, he was pretty sure that those talons could have milked him easily. They were far more flexible than he was used to, the texture was rough and smooth at the same time, and the sheer power of that grip -

"Nnngh!"

He bit his lips as the bird pushed down with its legs, pulling itself up along his shaft. The tapered tip throbbed as it was left in the open air again, and the sensation of the avian sex worker using his shaft as a perch was...

Well, it wasn't exactly a bad one.

"Mmmph...why'd you stop?"

"You were getting close, sir. I did not wish your experience to end unsatisfactorily soon."

"Heh...I thought you'd want me to blow and go."

"Our performances are watched, sir. If I were to gain a reputation as a 'quicky' worker, then I would receive nothing but those wishing said quick work. I would prefer to cultivate a more...enjoyable clientele."

"Heh...heheh. Didn't expect you to like this."

"Would you not, sir? To be in control of another, to have their very identity in your grip?"

The bird's feet shifted, the talons stroking him from base to tip, and this time, he felt the claws again. Raking over the sensitive flesh, he bit off a hiss and a growl as he remembered just how sharp they were. They could do a great deal of damage, and putting his cock in trust to the bird was a bigger thing than it would be for most species. It'd probably serve him well to remember that.

"Has your need to climax subsided enough, sir?"

"Mmph...yeah, I'd say so. Go ahead."

Nodding, the blue bird did just that, lowering itself once more.

The feeling of that cloaca around his cock was still just as good as the first time, despite sliding in a little more easily this time. He could feel the inner walls clasping about him, pulling him deep with that unique avian anatomy. It was similar to lizards, but smaller, tighter, having that same pulling milking that wanted to keep a breeding shaft inside.

Up and down, up and down the bird moved itself, working its legs to pleasure him. The tight grip of the talons shifted from time to time, pushing on one side of his cock or pulling on the other. Each time, he felt the angle of his shaft change inside of his partner, feeling the tip rubbing against something else, or getting pressed against those smooth walls at a different angle.

Fuck...fuck...

It took everything that the cargo driver had to keep his hands at his sides. The bird said keep them there, and with his dick in those shredding machines, he was gonna damn well listen, but the temptation was fucking hard to resist. He wanted to pull those feathered hips down, see if that little body could take the whole damn thing at once.

But he didn't. He knew better. He knew fucking better. Talons were no joke, and even consensual stuff with the feathered folk could lead to some nasty scars.

Clench, squish, clench, squish. There was more fluid in there now, more stuff oozing out and dripping along his cock. The sensation of slickness only got stronger as they went on, and the question continued to pop into his head.

Pussy juice or pre-cum?

There was still no telling if the bird was male or female, still no way for him to know if he was buggering a guy or breeding a chick. Either way, it felt awesome.

Well, awesome in the way that he wanted so much more than he was getting, and he was still shredding the pillow he lay on. His claws were digging into the fabric, the cushions, the floor, trying to find something to hold onto so that he didn't break the rules, but it was getting harder and harder as the seconds ticked by.

Up and down, up and down. Wet squishes continued to fill the air, and his balls were slowly pulling up, getting closer and closer to blowing his load -

And then the bird slid up again, those tail feathers tickling his balls, but his shaft left to tremble and shake again. Jiron groaned.

"Again?! Really?!"

"You were about to blow."

"I woulda been okay with that!"

"You will be more okay when I have finished you off on this session, sir."

"Mmmph...fucking...birds..."

He leaned his head back, panting for breath, all too aware of their combined scents in the room. The smell of sex had him wanting to hump, to thrust, to claim and mark the bird over him. If it wasn't for the fact that there would be cameras everywhere to make sure that the mating post's employees were safe, he would have done just that...

Well, maybe. Those talons were a deterrent all on their own.

Just...remember...it feels fucking good. Let the...the bird work...and you'll get off eventually.

That was not an easy thing to remember with all the teasing and edging, but Jiron forced it into his brain. If he could remember how a fucking hyperdrive engine worked and how to follow star lanes that were marked with nothing more than ancient asteroid dust, he could fucking remember how to keep his hands to his fucking self.

Slowly, the bird started moving again, and this time, there was something different to the bouncing, rolling motions. It didn't take long for Jiron to start groaning again, his toes curling in his boots as the bird rolled its hips forward, pushing down, taking him to the knot in that tight little cloaca.

Up and down, up and down, the talons shifting their grip to move down and under his growing knot rather than above it. The curling claws at the ends of the toes were teasing him, threatening him, tormenting him, but the feeling of intense pleasure just kept coming. The wolf huffed and puffed, his tongue slowly pushing out of his mouth.

It felt like the bird was lifting him up, pulling him by the knot into the cloacal slit rather than riding him, and it was such a different sensation that he knew that he was not going to last for much longer. His balls were riding up, that strange musk of the bird filling the air telling him that his partner wasn't going to be much longer for this, either.

In and out, in and out, getting faster and faster as they went. Jiron turned his head, biting his upper arm hard, feeling the fur and the flesh giving way before teeth as he restrained his own urges.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, speed it up, you damn bird! I can't take much more of this!

Whether the bird finally decided that it wanted some pleasure to, or whether it got bored, he didn't know. All he knew was that, finally, the gift of pleasure had arrived.

Jiron moaned through his bite as the humping, bouncing motions sped up, turning into almost a jackhammer blur as the blue bird bobbed its head up and down to the motions, riding him, pulling itself up and down on his shaft like it was an exercise perch. Strange fluids rolled down his cock, meeting his knot and making it slippery before -

"Mmmph!"

Slap. Slap. Slap. Each bounce was hitting it now, pulling his knot against that cloacal opening. He could feel the outer parts spreading, could see it even as he looked down at it out of the corner of his eye.

That bird's crazy. It's less than half my size. There's no way that it's gonna take the knot.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Fucking Christ, it's trying...almost halfway in...

It was insane watching it happen, but there was no denying that the prostitute was taking it, and taking it better than anyone that size should have been able to. Up and down, up and down, each smack of those feathery hips hitting the wolf's crotch taking a little bit more of that bulbous, bountiful knot. Jiron stared as he watched it go over halfway inside...

POP!

And then went in. It was the tightest hole that he had ever felt in his life, and the wolf arched his back right then and there, the first thrust that he had been able to make through the whole experience.

"Mmmmmph!"

He screamed into arm, biting down until he felt his skin about to break. His fingers ripped through several cushions, cushions he knew he'd have to replace, but no longer cared.

Fucking CHRIST that's good!

He felt the spasms around him, didn't know if the bird was cumming, and didn't particularly care, either. All that mattered...all that mattered was that he felt positively amazing after that.

"Are you...satisfied, sir?"

There was just enough huff and puff in the bird's voice to tell him that there'd been some fun there, too. Jiron chuckled.

"And then some...ow..."

"There are painkillers for sale down the corridor, sir."

"Thanks. Gonna be a while, though."

"Not particularly, sir. I can pass your knot easily enough. It is less than half the size of our eggs, after all."

"So you are female!"

"Our as in our species, sir. Not as in our gender."

"...What are you, seriously?"

"Merely a sex worker, sir. Now, hold still..."

The End