The Deal
#4 of Colts and Fillies
The sidewalk no longer carried the dead line of furries Cody ran into the first day he met his magical master and employer. They weren't parting from him as he cut his way through their awkward, silently-determined flow. Instead, it was an ocean of eyes. Millions of mostly male eyeballs gazing at his youthful, hardly-voluptuous yet intensely-enticing skirt-clad form.
Salum stepped with pride, holding his young prize at his arm, the fillyboy hooked in his grasp. The youth walked with a similar tone to his step, though his body swayed with a girlish subtlty, with an effeminate swish. Salum chuckled at every soft squeak that was elicited from the poor girlyboy, while lecherous hands from all shapes and genders excused themselves when bumping the boy. Every single brush of shoulders was simply a facade to reach under Cody's skirt and sneak a grope.
They arrived-- an office building of similar structure to Salum's high-rise, differing only in color and tone. The lobby was almost entirely made of marble, the outer structure displaying a deliciously faded jade. The rotating doors were adorned with a beautiful, shimmering gold.
"Suh and ma'dum." A tap of the foot and a nod of the upturned head was how the couple was greeted. The dapper cat donning equally dapper doorman's clothing took note of the two entrants. This man was not a man of magic, Salum noted, but something was amiss about him. Eventually, it came to him-- there was an anti-pink-magic aura about his frame.
It wasn't quite enough, though. The feline snuck a look at the filly. Cody, of course, turned back to the cat and winked. A dapper bumbling of returning to a more professional state was heard, and the fillyboy found it hard not to giggle.
"M'yes, who are you, what'z your appointment?" a nasal mink with gaudy, secretarial glasses silently screeched. The tone of voice always bothered Salum, but he never physically expressed his disgust. That would be rude. Cody, however, was not quite as professional. This got him a look.
"Hello ma'am. We're here to see Mr. Veneficus, I believe we have an appointment for 1:30?"
"M'well, let me see here," that same nasal voice squeaked while flipping through various appointments for the day. Cody winced visibly again, only to cause the white mustelid to glare.
Salum laughed. Cody blushed. "She's an intern. Don't be so hard on here." Salum focused his eyes on her with a warm smile. The mink warmed up slowly.
"Ohw, I'm sorry. I've been in thiz buizness for so long I forgotten my rootz." She let out a low cackle and eventually found the mark. "Ah, yez, there you are. He's upstairz, top floor."
Salum nodded, carrying his sweet little girl along. Over to the elevator they drifted, standing and waiting for that familiar ring before stepping inside. And as soon as those doors closed, Salum was up to his lecherous tricks again.
Cody moaned when his body levitated off the ground through strong, white arms and became trapped against the corner of the elevator by a barrel-like torso. He cried out once more in that girlyboy fashion at the feeling of familiar hips grinding firmly against his panty-clad backside, feeling that professional attire attempt to dig into his nubile body. Strong, draconic hands palmed and groped at his boybits, causing those ungirlish things to erect and stir, to tent his girlish garments.
"Virgo simul castus," Salum hissed into his filly's ears. The sound echoed, almost as if the boy had entered a long hall rather than a vertical shaft. Cody shuddered with intense force, his hips wiggling with a delightful tingle, toes clenching from the electricity of it all. When he returned, the colt opened his eyes to gaze curiously at the dragon.
Salum chuckled. His hands slowly snuck under the boy's panties, as if nothing had happened. The boy just moaned again, pulling his flexible, curvaceous legs up to his employer's shoulders, placing his ankles there like he always did, the youth instinctively expecting a good, hard fuck. But he gasped when those two fingers pressed against his burning, young entrance. He felt dry. And tight.
"S-salum?" he asked, confused.
Salum chuckled softly into his toy's ear, those palms continuing to grope the plush brown backside of his barely-teenage intern, finger prodding and grinding against the teen's pink ring. He rolled his erection firmly against the youth's curvy form, eliciting another sweet fillycolt-moan of delight.
"Mmm, it's a small spell I wanted to show you, filly, a spell I wanted to teach you." He nuzzled and nibbled on that triangular ear while lewdly whispering into it. "I want you to use it well. Just whisper those words to yourself and you'll be cleaned up in no-time, tight as your first use with the flexibility of your experience. Use it as often as you like. In fact," he sank that thick white finger into the boy, causing Cody to twitch and whicker with delight. It was a wonderful feeling. Salum's single digit felt like three. "Use it every time you come into the office. Use it every time I'm done mounting you. Use it every time someone uses you on the subway, on the street, in the alley, when that doorman ravages you on the fucking twenty-fourth floor. Every time, filly."
The elevator, unfortunately, rang out. Top floor.
Salum smirked and let the boy fall elegantly to his feet. Cody blinked, then gave a lopsided gaze up to his employer. There was a subtle hint of aggravation, of annoyance, of erotic need. Salum laughed, patting the colt's head as he walked out.
"I just wanted to tease you as much as I could. I want that aura to be as effective as possible. The more randy you are, the more tantalizing you become. Come on."
They walked out into a beautiful hallway. The floor a polished marble, the Gothic architecture curving to the sky and surrounding them. Egg-white and beautiful, the carved walls ran into a circular arch. The two gazed down the hallway. It appeared to go for yards. It was stunning.
They trekked toward the door, the dragon's white palm firmly clasping and groping that plush panty-clad colt-butt. Cody was whimpering, needly pressing himself against the firm palm massaging his backside. Cody desired more and more every time the male touched him, his starvation for sex growing harder and harder to cope with. The boy was so excited, so sexually hungry he was at the point of begging. Though by the time he got to that point, they were at the door. And the door was open.
"Ah, Salum!" a deep-voiced bat greeted. There was a warm smile on his black face, a set of silver glasses with glass lenses resting comfortably at his snout. Red eyes-- similar to that of Salum's-- sat glistening behind those corrective bifocals.
However, regardless of the professionalism of the building he owned, he was dressed for comfort. A white button-up shirt, made entirely of silk, sat proudly at his black torso, while a leather belt held up a set of black silk slacks. He wore no shoes. Regardless of the attire, his reputation as an occupational power house resounded throughout the metropolis.
"Mentis, I'd like you to meet my intern, Cody." Cody smiled, bowing gently. He would curtsy, but his young colt dick as pressing fervently at his panties.
Mentis smirked down at the boy knowingly. "A pretty girl indeed. Come now, Salum, did you think pink magic--"
"Mentis," the dragon smirked and scolded. He tapped his head.
"Oh, right."
What followed for Cody was a time-stopping array of emotions. It was so drawn out, so silent, the youth just squirmed with boredom, with desire, with need for release.
The dragon smirked and slowly swept his hand in the boy's direction, as if presenting him on a QVC-equivalent for slutty young girly-boys. The bat chuckled. There was a skeptical look on his face at that point. Salum shrugged, and smirked again. The bat appeared to be taken aback, but remained composed. Salum simply nodded. The dragon gazed with pride at the bat, that same smirk existing on his face. The bat grinned as well, looking over at the youth before looking back in Salum's direction.
The bat canted his head upward, as if asking a snarky question. This time, Salum chuckled and shrugged. Mentis rolled his eyes and chuckled in response. Salum gazed at the bat, his expression expecting an answer. Mentis closed his eyes in thought. He nodded.
Salum thumbed Cody's shoulder, the youth all-too ready to respond. A hand came down against the boy's girlish backside, groping at it firmly. Cody squirmed.
"Gonna be a good girl for my client?"
"Y-yes sir."
"Gonna get this bat to fuck your little girlyboy brains out? Gonna do everything he says? Gonna seduce him and get you to fuck that girly ass of yours?" Cody let out a powerful moan, grinding his ass against that practically-fingering palm.
"Good. Good. Clitorum aña, sensum ovåt."
A shiver was suddenly sent down the filly's spine, falling straight to his backside. He let out a gentle groan while a warm, tingling sensation overtook his backside before slowly dulling out. By the time he could recover, Salum was down the hallway, entering the elevator, and out of sight. Mentis was slightly erect.
The bat recollected himself and smiled. "Let's get this deal done, shall we?"
Cody's eyes were burning with passion as he gazed up at the bat, the fillyboy's whole body electrified with a carnal need to be used. He paused for a bit, simply stuck in fantasy as various positions and sensations suddenly roamed throughout Cody's head. And in that short pause, the bat managed to blush. He could see those erotic surface thoughts. He got harder.
Mentis cleared his throat again, and Cody's gaze was snapped. The fillyboy blushed and nodded, quickly trotting into the office.
In front of the boy as he entered was a large, black cedar desk. A triplet of chairs sat in front of the businessman's easel, the stereotypical green light glistening and glowing above a well-stuffed rolodex. A bookshelf of various business case laws, capitalist encyclopedias and idle books on mental strength sat comfortably. The floor was black marble, the walls painted silver. A soft, yellow light lit the room, falling on the two.
Mentis closed the door behind him, slowly turning his body to face the colt, only to be greeted with his office. He squinted, his back to the door, wondering where the youth disappeared to. Eventually, he had the mind to seek out the boy's aura, but when this thought him, a loud moan forced itself from his muzzle.
Cody nursed on the erecting bat-length in his muzzle, using his tongue with experienced finesse. Mentis melted against the door, his body instinctively erecting him at a rapid rate. Those few seconds were plenty of time for the youth's eager hands to stealthily grapple, unzip and expose the maleness peeking from those pants.
Mentis forced himself away, breaking from the door, his shaft popping and bobbing out and away from Cody's hungry mouth with a string of saliva falling to the slippery marble. The colt panted heavily, eyes open, sex-crazed face turning and gazing directly at that spit-coated dick.
"H-holy hell," the bat panted as he stumbled over to his desk, leaning upon it for support. Cody was already crawling over to the bat, an eager grin on his face.
"Do you like my tongue, Mr. Veneficus?" an eager girlyboy whispered with as much a sultry tone he could muster. Slowly the youth rose to his feet, pressing his form against the flying fox. Mentis groaned, continuing to try and resist. It was quickly becoming futile.
"Because I like your cock, Mr. Veneficus," Cody whispered again. "I want to tease you with my tongue, I want to play with you, I want you to use me like the little girl I am." The youth emphasized his femininity by grinding his girlyboy groin up against the bat's thigh, his filly-dick pressing firmly against those silky pants and against his own silky panties. Mentis shuddered. "I want to make you cum."
Without thought the black bat's right hand came down to grope at the boy's backside. "I want you too, little girl," the bat boomed, the words turning into a hiss as they progressed. He was hypnotized by the pseudo-pink mage working his shaft, every second he wasn't inside the boy was a second more he lacked satiation. "I wanna see how much you can please an old bat like me."
Soft, silky, girly hands wrapped firmly around a drooling, nine-inch black bat dick, the sensitive flesh leaking with the volume of a faucet. Slowly that young little brown hand stroked, that teenage palm working and digging into every sensitive vein, those soft fingers caressing and teasing the glans with the powerful palm grinding against the artery of its underside.
"Yesss," Mentis hissed out, his head rolling back with his hips taking their cue to thrust into the barely teenage hands stroking his needy dick. The leather belt flew off, the button undone, and with the already-unzipped fly by fillyboy hands, those pants came down.
In one fluid motion, the boy went down. His silky fingers snuck under the hem of those undergarments, gliding them southward while his body fell to his knees. And just as that effeminate frame found its kneel, a hungry pair of teenage lips engulfed every last inch of the magic bat's dick.
"Yesss, filly," the bat hissed, strong hands grappling the boy's mane, shoving that drooling dick into an effeminate hungry throat. Cody moaned and gazed up at the bat with lidded eyes, causing the bat to stare back down. They shared an idea. Mentis grinned.
The boy closed his eyes and gulped firmly while the powerful bat began to rut the boy's face. A loud moan left the long-faced fillyboy, his tongue swirling and working that dick, lips keeping a firm seal around the drooling black shaft while his mouth was pummeled by strong, flying-fox hips. The two moaned and panted, the grip on the girlyboy's head strengthening with every teasing lick he gave, with every hungry thrust the bat drove into Cody's body.
Mentis roared out and shoved the girlyboy against his groin, the contents of his balls dumping down the flexing throat. Cody's moan lasted for seconds, his palms groping firmly at those naked black thighs while he drank down the thick nectar feeding his hungry tongue. They twitched, they squeezed, the both shuddered with satisfaction. But it was only temporary. Cody wanted more. Mentis needed more.
The two were practically synchronized in their desires and hunger. Cody's girlish body rose, only to trot to the side, to flag his tail and lift his rump high. A wordless shift of Mentis's body was met with a hiked skirt and yanked down panties. Cody's silky tail was lifted and flagged to the side, exposing his needy rump.
Mentis didn't even think to look to see whether or not the boy was lubed, prepared, or even virgin. He was needy, and he was going to take what was necessary. His body quickly loomed over the boy, the heated length of his shaft nestled under the braided tail, with a loud, girlish moan running from the boy's lips. The sound and words only brought the bat further under a spell.
"Fuck me like the little girl I am!"
Without any other words, nine-inches took the plunge into firm, young virgin-tight fillyrump. And what a sensation! Cody's eyes went wide with pleasant surprise, his fingers digging and clawing at the capitalist easel when that slick, saliva-dripping length shoved into him. His whole body was absolutely electrified, his shaft throbbing and spurting a thick round of pre against the desk he was pinned against. Every sensation inside his well-used rump was heightened ten-fold.
Without much warning, the thick bat began to pummel and plunge into his gift, yanking and sinking every inch into the boy. The thrusting was just as, if not even more pleasant, the boy's voice hiking and sounding even more feminine due to the erotic rush surging through his form. Mentis gritted his teeth and sank his fingers into the girlish rump he rutted so eagerly, his black hips smacking and shoving harder and harder with every moment passing.
It was wonderful. Cody was feeling every sensation a woman felt with her pussy being plowed. He relished in the sensations, feeling his prostate stimulated with an almost drug-addled sensation. He was euphoric, high and all-around heightened with every firm shove.
The desk inched further and further, their panting getting hotter and hotter, their cries ping-ponging against each other in a one-upsmanship of who was more pleased by the other. But soon, the two came in a harmonious climax. Thick colt seed flooded the cedar desk while a second round of batspunk flooded the boy's body, both ends of his form now well-fed.
The two were finally sated, their bodies relaxed and feeling the after-glow kick in with no mercy. They melted against each other-- Cody's body held up Mentis's limp form. It wasn't long, though, before the bat just closed his eyes and dozed against the boy.
Cody blinked quietly, giggling a little with a grin. It was a proud moment for the teen, now. He had never made anyone pass out from overstimulating them.
Moments passed. Cody enjoyed the stone-solid bat cock lodged under his tail throughout Mentis's unconscious state. It was interesting how the flying fox managed to stay hard regardless of his mental being.
Cody perked his ears and let out a soft whicker as a white, scaled palm caressed his cheek. He breathed in and sighed contently, a pleasant smile on his face.
"You did good, girl," Salum whispered with an almost lover's tone to the youth. Cody let out another happy whicker, licking over Salum's palm. The dragon chuckled with a smile.
"You know what you did?" Cody shook his head. Salum grinned. "You got me fifty percent of this company."
"Wow," Cody mumbled tiredly. "That's really cool."
Salum laughed at the colloquial expression, then nodded again. Cody squirmed a little under the bat's weight and let out a gentle giggle.
"Hey... do you want me to, um, learn that spell you told me about earlier?"
Salum smirked. He shook his head. "In fact I never want you to utter those words again."
Cody frowned. "But... but Salum! It felt so good, I felt like a real girl, and--"
Salum put a finger over the stammering colt's muzzle, the youth bumbling into quietness. The drake licked his lips, the grin creeping higher and higher on his face.
"You know why I don't want you to learn the spell, filly?"
Cody looked curiously up at his scaled master. Salum slowly leaned in, licking lusciously at his boy's ear, and whispered:
"It's permanent."