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Jagd Dorsa. Dangerous, derelict and deserted. Well, mostly deserted. Maybe, only slightly deserted. The town itself became a hub of ill repute, where foollish clans and clandestine bandits rubbed elbows as gil purses were loosened by business and pleasure. And by a thief's deft fingers.

Those that sought company for an evening took to the cities and enjoyed the protection of the Judges. Those that were looking to fuck took to Jagd Dorsa and enjoyed cheaper prices. Protection was always offered though, just because some were criminals didn't mean they weren't polite.

The sun was starting to set and the red feathered chocobo was starting to get antsy. He paced about the dusty alley way and wrung his feathery hands before catching himself in the middle of the habit, quickly trying to cram his hands in his pockets instead.

Granted, he was naked from the waist down and merely slapped his hands against his legs.

"Will you take it eassy." Gumbled a black scaled bangaa, watching the bundle of feathers and nerves mill about. "No one is asssking you to do thiss. We can jusst take on more requestsss."

"No. Absolutely not!" The chocobo waved a hand about before returning to his pacing. "No more petty quests about searching for herbs or scaring off monsters. We deserve better than that! All we need is a little extra gil to get to a proper city, get some decent hunts under our belt and it will be wine and roses, you'll see!"

The bangaa let out a barely contained chuckle as he rolled his eyes. "Gulliver, we like doing that ssstuff. It's nice to help out the little guy."

The chocobo stopped again, this time mid-step. "But...I mean..." he quickly trailed off.

"You want to get rawed by a bunch of guysss?" The bangaa asked, a brow raised as he folded his thick arms.

"Fucks sake, you have no idea." Said the chocobo breathlessly, running his hand over the top of his beak. "Rockwell, it's been weeks. Months even."

The sun dipped lower and the alley Gulliver and Rockwell were loitering grew even darker. Rockwell shrugged then nudged Gulliver who now had a dreamy look on his face, no doubt reminiscing of the last man he had under his tail feathers.

"Back to the tent then, let'ss get you ssome ssstrange before you busst."

Along the main thoroughfare and once night had fallen, brightly colored tents would be set up with each with one teasing one delight or another...A flowery way of saying each had a prostitute inside. Hume women were the most popular ones but depending on the night, one may happen across a proud Gria or hardy Bangaa, even a brave moogle wanting to try their hand at the oldest profession.

Gulliver's tent was violet, under the claim that it made his feathers look good. The chocobo eased himself into a half hammock/half swing styled device that offered him comfort and his 'guests' leverage. A foot beside him was a table with different oils for lubricant and thin leather straps with runes etched in them for protection. Rockwell was stationed outside the tent on a less than cozy stool, playing the role of bodyguard and salesman.

Neither had to wait long for the first patron.

Gulliver watched the familiar shadow of Rockwell take a stack of gil from a rather large figure. Moments later, that same figure nudged though the modesty flaps of the tent. He was a seeq in a wide brimmed hat, built broad and muscular with a round gut that was common for his kind. His tough skin was a dusky orange color and he sported a thick, graying beard. Gulliver looked him up and down quickly before a smile cracked his beak.

"Ain't you the cute.' grunted the boar-like man, a grin crossing his own snout. "Fella outside says I'm yer first for the night. That true?"

Gulliver tried to speak but was distracted as the seeq took one of the oil jugs and spilled the contents onto one of his hands, making his thick digits shine. The chocobo managed a delayed nod as the seeq approached and calmly slid a finger against Gulliver's clenched ring. The chocobo's feathers bristled before a faint groan slipped from his beak, melting as the finger tip smoothly nudged its way inside him.

"Well lookit that, I am the first." The seeq's smile grew as his free hand worked at his belt while the other continued to work the chocobo's hole open.

"Lucky fer you, I'm real nice. Other guys would sooner wreck ya than prep' ya."

Gulliver nodded silently again but the seeq's words barely reached him as the finger under his tail worked itself deeper. The chocobo began to pant faintly, his ring clenching tightly as the slick, fat finger explored his tunnel without the slightest sense of urgency.

"Quiet little thing too, let's see if we can't make the bird sing." With just a gentle push deeper and curl of his finger, the seeq pressed up against the chocobo's prostate. Gulliver lurched up when the tender spot was mashed against, letting out a startled 'kweh.' The chocobo rolled his hips against the feeling, pressing himself against the exploring finger as his forgotten shaft slowly swelled and bobbed to life between his spread thighs.

"That's more like it. Thatta boy." The seeq encouraged as another girthy finger prodded at the bird's ring before slowly sliding in alongside the first. Gulliver whined and gripped at the ropes of his swing as his tunnel reflexively tried, and failed, to resist the second invader. The huge seeq let out a grunt of laughter, reaching his free hand up to stroke along the chocobo's beak.

"Easy handsome, just lemme in..." Whispered the seeq, a sly smirk on his face while his slick fingers slowly twisted until they were side by side. Once again, the digits curled and mashed against the chocobo's prostate. They worked together, sliding back and forth slowly against one another to massage the pulsing gland. Gulliver closed his eyes as he winced while his cock stiffened to spite him, leaning into the hand cradling his beak and nuzzling fondly at the callous palm before it left him.

The next thing he felt was a heavy and hot thump against his inner thigh.

Gulliver felt himself start to sweat under his feathers as he opened his eyes again. The huge seeq had a cock to match. It was thick with a gentle upward curve that ended with a blunt head and a precum soaked Prince Albert that glittered menacingly under the moody lantern light. The chocobo was silent for a time, his beak parted in wide-eyed admiration, watching the heavy beads of precum roll down the head to drip onto the floor.

"Don't be scared, I haven't had an-"

"Fuck me." The chocobo ordered sternly. "Please."

Gulliver was only marginally as surprised as the seeq was, looking up at the man in a quiet mixture of desperation and demand before his eyes flicked back down to the oozing pillar jutting from the seeq's crotch. It throbbed hard before the rest of the seeq shook with a low chuckle.

"Yes sir." The seeq said as a lopsided smile grew on his snout. "Never had someone in the Jagds need it like that." He continued, spilling more oil into his palm and spreading it over his cock until it glistened like his fingers had.

The seeq widened his stance, one hand gripping one of the ropes of the swing, while the other circled around the pulsing member. Gulliver made a low sound of discomfort as he felt the wide head press into him, his eagerness quickly tempered by the sheer size of his partner.

"Ey, easy now." Said the seeq, his voice low as he reached up to rest his hand against Gulliver's cheek. "Just lemme in..." he repeated.

As if on command, the soothing words relaxed the chocobo's ring and allowed the battering ram the seeq called his cock to slip past the first resistance with only a few gentle bucks. The seeq rumbled out loudly, letting his head roll back while he inched his way forward.

Gulliver wrenched his eyes shut and clenched his jaw with a breathless whimper, feeling his tunnel tighten right back up around the meaty shaft.

"Ah, none of that now." The seeq rumbled, his calloused thumb stroking along the chocobo's beak then gently prying it open. "Don't keep those moans from me."

The bird acquiesced easily and let a deep groan spill from his beak. It was louder than Gulliver meant it to be but that only drew a pleased grin from the seeq.

"Much better." Said the boar man, continuing to slide his cock into the chocobo, inch after achingly thick inch. "Said I was gonna make this bird sing, and I'll be damned if I don't."

Gulliver nodded but he wasn't sure why, he could only think about the dick working itself into his rear, how it bullied him open in the gentlest way, how the heavy Prince Albert mashed against his prostate. He moaned and squawked and whimpered as he was filled, feathers standing on end before flattening against his skin. He didn't think he could take it, but somehow he was going to. It could take him minutes at the seeq's pace but he was gonna take it all.

"Fuck!" Gulliver finally shouted as he let his eyes open, looking up at the seeq who smiled back at him.

"Ya looked like you were enjoying it, didn't wanna interrupt." Said the seeq with a low chuckle as flexed his cock within the tight walls.

"Are you..." Gulliver groaned, trying to look past his own throbbing shaft.

"Gimme a sec." And with that, the seeq bucked forward. Stars burst behind Gulliver's eyes as the seeq's rammed the last inches into his tunnel, the shock of it all making the chocobo lose another loud, if slightly strained, kweh. The pain was there but the pleasure had easily drowned it out and washed it away, his cock only wilting ever so slightly from the sudden thrust.

"You good?" Asked the seeq, gripping the swing tightly to keep it from any errant movements. Gulliver took a long moment to answer and only delivered a dazed blink and shuddering chirp.

Yeah, you're good."

Slowly the seeq nudged his cock deeper, testing Gulliver's depth before he sawed his hips back, feeling the bird clench around him as he attempted to withdraw.

"Greedy." The seeq teased. He took a half step forward, nestling his thick cock as deep as he could and shifting his grip down to Gulliver's quivering thighs. "Don't you worry, I won't pull out until I'm done."

Gulliver found it even harder to think than before, squirming weakly in place as he wrestled with feeling like he had a barrel shoved under his tail and the pleasure it made him feel. Granted, the shape of the seeq's member wasn't too far off. The middle of the shaft had a gentle swell to it and the bulk stretched the chocobo to his limit going in and made it easy not to pull out. Not that he planned on it anyway. The cock throbbed heavily with the seeq's heartbeat, its bulk mashed against Gulliver's prostate, causing the bird to whimper as he drooled slick ropes of precum along this red feathered crotch while he worked to keep his wits about him. He was still supposed to be paid for this.

Mercifully, the seeq took the jug of oil and drizzled more on the length as he drew his hips back, only smirking down at the mewling chocobo. He made good on his word of not pulling out, keeping only the girthy mushroom tip inside his new conquest as he re-lubed.

"Lookit you." The sound of the seeq's voice nudged through the haze of Gulliver's as gentle as his push back into the bird's guts. "Don't get many out here who are as excited for it as you."

"It's b-been a while." Admitted Gulliver, whispering as if others could have heard.

"I can tell." The seeq said with a nod, curling his fingers around the chocobo's returning erection. "Lemme help with that."

The sheer amount of precum drooling from Gulliver's member was enough that the seeq didn't need a drop of oil. Instead, he made a show of stroking the bird's slick length while he sunk his own cock back into its new home. Gulliver gasped sharply, beak parted as he watched the seeq widen his stance and start to pump his hips. The last of the bird's resistances melted away in seconds, the meaty cock grinding across his prostate with each pump.

"Please." Whined the chocobo.

The once verbose seeq only snorted and smiled as he built his pace. He prodded the chocobo as deep as he could, leaving Guillver to feel stretched in ways he forgot about. Steadily, the seeq moved faster, throwing his considerable weight behind his thrusts, his mass making it easy for him to slam hilt deep over and over again. His thick digits squeezed at the bird's thighs, the heavy breaths spilling from his snout becoming deep grunts as the minutes passed.

Gulliver was a mess and he didn't care. It all felt too good for it to matter where he was or why he was doing this. The feeling of the seeq fucking him was the only thing that mattered to him at this moment. He moaned and chirped his pleasure, shamelessly, and awkwardly struggling to thrust himself back into the rutting boar-man. The seeq's hand still stroking his cock matched pace with his fucking, the chocobo's memeber throbbing and dribbling precum as Gulliver attempted to buck in his grip. Gulliver would have given warning if his lust-addled brain could remember how to speak, instead only a shuddering kweh left him as he erupted in the seeq's steady grip. The bird was clearly more pent up than he had let on, quivering in place as he let loose thick ropes of cum that landed across his frontside in barely contained spurts.

The chocobo squawked and shuddered as he erupted over himself, however his climax was quickly and easily drowned out by the seeq hammering against his tail feathers. The seeq's thick balls drew up close to his body, goaded on by the rhythmic clenching of Gulliver's tunnel as the bird emptied his own balls over his torso. It only took a few ragged thrusts and with a great snarl through his clenched teeth, the seeq hit his peak. The fat dick jerked as the first payload of seed rocketed through him and into his conquest. Then another, and another, again and again.

The chocobo shuddered hard enough for the seeq to notice, a wide hand coming to brush against his beak again.

"You feel that?" grunted the seeq, managing to talk between the heavy spasms as he ground his cock as deep into the chocobo as it could go.

Gulliver nodded quickly against the hand. He could feel it.

Each heavy pulse, the pressure building in his lower abdomen, the seeq leaning over him to work that beastly cock just that much deeper, the cum as it ran down his tail feathers in hot rivulets. Reflexively, Gulliver reached for the seeq, pulling him into an awkward embrace that the seeq warmly returned. They held each other as the boar-man's climax slowly tapered off, leaving the pair panting as the sounds of the world outside the tent eased back into their awareness.

"Feel good?" The seeq grunted, loosening his grip to look down at the chocobo.

"Yeah..." Gulliver said between soft breaths. "Really good."

"Good." With that, the seeq slowly worked his shaft free from the abused hole, smirking down at his handiwork. Gulliver winced, but not from the withdrawal. The pangs in his chest was familiar, but he couldn't get attached to a man who's name he didn't know and who paid to fuck him. He brushed the fledgling emotions from his mind and watched the seeq hike his pants back back. To his surprise, the seeq was looking at him too. They shared a brief smile before the seeq held up a large hand then ducked out of the tent.

Gulliver watched, expecting to see the large silhouette wander away. Instead, it leaned over to Rockwell's. He watched as a few words were exchanged along with another, larger, stack of gil. Rockwell's hissing chuckle reached the bird's ears as the seeq ducked back into the tent. A lopsided smile and a pink tint around the seeq's cheeks.

"Hope ya don't mind a second round?" The seeq asked, taking his place between the bird's legs again.

"Of course not!" Gulliver said with a bright grin. The seeq returned the smile, taking off his wide brimmed hat and placing it securely on the chocobo's head. His pants came down just as quickly as they went up, the seeq's thick piercing glittering under the dim light.

"Good!" The seeq said as he teased Gulliver's cum soaked tunnel with the still slick head of his cock. "Now, let's see if we can't get this whole street to hear ya squawk 'Orrson' for me."

The ache in Gulliver's chest faded, holding onto Orrson's hat as a happy kweh leapt from his beak when he was hilted again.