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It was a steamy mid-summer's night in the big city, close to the witching hour. Streetlights provided much of the illumination cast here and there, leaving pockets of shadow for unsavory characters to dwell and cower within, waiting to strike at just the right time. However, there was one street corner they avoided at all costs for fear that its occupant might bring harm to them. Underneath a black, rusting lamppost stood a rather tall figure, stretching almost eight feet from the ground. His azure eyes scanned this way and that casually, helping to maintain an air of apathy about him. He enjoyed the work to be sure, but the hours he had to work in order to get the most customers usually left him cranky. He preferred to sleep at night. Hell, he preferred to sleep during the day too for that matter. When deprived of adequate rest, the dragon tended to get rather cantankerous, and he was bordering on just that edge.

He lifted a hand to brush his golden locks out of his eyes before yawning in boredom. It seemed like it would be a slow night, making him question if he should stay much longer. The beast adjusted his shirt, which was little more than a mesh fabric similar to fishnet, not shifting it so much to cover his dark slate chest but to find comfort. Some clients enjoyed seeing the form of the powerful animal they wished to hire, so he essentially cut out the middleman and chose to wear near transparent clothing. His other garment was another matter; long black pants, appearing to be leather and hugging his muscular legs tightly but not so much so that it made walking difficult. Thankfully, he had long since broken them in. His tail coiled about the lamppost behind him, squeezing softly as he pondered going home. It didn't look like he would be getting anymore business tonight.

"Excuse me, you're a professional... you know... right?" The voice came seemingly from nowhere at first. The dragon managed to isolate it behind him as it caught his attention. He turned his head slowly towards the source, gazing down at a slender black creature with a sizable tail fluffed up behind him.

"Yeah, the name's Morca. You got money?" Already he sounded mildly annoyed, only from a lack of sleep of course. The skunk smiled brightly and nodded his head in quite the eager fashion, almost bouncing in place as he rejoiced mentally at his discovery.

"I've got money. We can talk about it back at my place if ya wanna. The name's Jay, nice ta meet you!" The smaller fellow thrust a hand forward rather sharply, expecting the traditional greeting. The red and black fellow grunted softly as he pushed off the lamppost, gripping the mephit's paw and shaking it.

"Alright, lead the way."

The black furred fellow nodded an practically bounced his way down the sidewalk with the larger male following closely behind him, tired of the night's work and ready to go home. It was a relatively short walk to a rather generic apartment building, the skunk receiving a few curious glances now and again from his neighbors as they passed. Up the stairs they marched until the mephit's door came into view. In they stepped, locking the portal behind them.

"Well, here we are. I know it's not much but it's home." And still he bounced, even in place once he stopped walking. Clearly he was excited about the evening's events that were to come. The dragon looked about, examining his surroundings casually before finding the bedroom since that was where he would be spending most of his time during the visit.

"So what are you lookin' for?" His gruff voice seemed to relax just a bit as he noticed the bed. It was large enough to accomodate him. If he ended up staying the night, at least he would have a comfortable place to sleep. Chances were he'd still be walking home long before the sun rose. Jay bounded into his room and landed with a plop on the surprisingly sizable and springy bed.

"Well, how much do you charge for a reverse half and half?" To traditional prostitutes, the request had a fairly simple connotation, but Morca was no typical hooker. To him, the idea was wholly different, and usually involved a lot of squirming.

"Reverse half'n half? Seventy-five for the first half and fifty for the second."

The skunk furrowed his brow and gave his head ever so slight a tilt at the odd pricing.

"Why's it not the same for both?"

A sly grin spread across the crimson beast's lips as he formulated his response.

"Because not everyone makes it to the second half." Normally, such talk scared many of his clients, and part of him hoped this fluffy little fellow might follow suit. If anything, it made him even more eager to try.

"Yeah!? Awesome! Let's get started then!" In something of a blur, his clothes were shed, but no effort was made to ensure Morca's payment. The skunk was not quite ready to get at his money just yet. He had dealt with sneaky folks before, taking the money and running before they finished the job. He wasn't about to be short-changed his experience this time.

"Which direction you wanna go?" Morca had slipped his pants off, letting his lower region bask in the relatively cool air of the apartment, no longer held captive by the dark fabric keeping his tender parts mashed up against his legs or crotch. It was a freedom he relished happily. Already his interest in what was to come was quite apparent, erection gradually rising to full attention in anticipation. The scaled fellow climbed up on the bed and lounged against the headboard, legs spread as he awaited his client's response. The response in question was not verbal, but purely action as Jay scurried up quickly into place, sitting up facing his escort. Out he shoved his feet towards the red dragon, toes wiggling as he giggled softly. He was no doubt antsy about his coming fun.

Morca simply shrugged and reached down with one large paw, gripping one of the skunk's ankles as he hoisted his impressive manhood out of the way with the other. With hardly any sort of foreplay at all, the 'hungry' male mashed Jay's foot against his rump, forcing the pucker hidden just under his tail to spread and consume the intruding appendage. A quiet squeal of delight escaped the fuzzy little mammal as he felt the heat of the dragon's body coat his toes. Within seconds, the whole of his foot was contained inside the pliable, surprisingly elastic flesh of the dragon's anus, no doubt waiting for more. With the skunk started in, the fiery-hued fellow shifted his hand from one leg to the other, gripping Jay's free ankle and forcing it to join the first. A firm shove saw his rump spread around him easily enough.

It had begun.

A strange, powerful undulation tickled over the mephit's pads as he wiggled his toes again, giddy over the sensation of consumption. The surprisingly strong tunnel gripped tight and squeezed. Jay tensed his entire form for a brief moment as he felt that powerful inward pull, already dragging the cackling polecat up along his calves. It was slow going and the rumbling from above seemed to signify that the dragon was doing so purposefully, shifting his hips this way and that atop the sheets as he worked his client deeper.

The gradual process would not do. Morca was just too greedy for that. To that end, he clenched his cheeks tight, tail flexing under him as his bowels slurped the black and white male into him, passing Jay's knees in no time at all. He growled and contracted again, taking the skunk by surprise as his hips vanished into the widening sphincter. In went the smaller fellow's own aching sheath and protruding rod. The heat of the dragon's innards only served to heighten the experience. A steady rolling of the skunk's hips began to set in, moans and pants of delight escaping him as he rest his hands on the firm buttocks wrapped around his waistline.

Jay actively pushed against the hungry tailhole he found himself lodged within, not truly in an effort to escape but more to delay his capture. His back arched this way and that as he brushed himself against Morca's environs. The silky flesh provided Jay with untold pleasures while the dragon himself was just eager to get him in.

"The more you wiggle, the harder it is to finish!" The words came through clenched teeth as he pulled again, sinking the skunk up to his chest, the red male's abdomen already visibly distended and growing steadily. The black scales running along his torso seemed to stretch to a degree, but not terribly far, revealing traces of dark flesh underneath, constricting and contracting, betraying a rather muscular frame beneath. Those squeezes restricted the skunk's movement further as he slid in, happily mashing his hands under the orifice. In went his arms as he continued to his attempts to squirm about, no doubt causing the dragon's look of discomfort. Though, there was no discomfort to be had, his rather rigid length hinted at the prospect that perhaps Morca was enjoying the activity.

Whichever the case happened to be, he continued on, quickly 'swallowing' his client past the shoulders. Soon just his neck and above was left, resting against the sheets of the bed. Jay, being the incorrigible little skunk that he was, leaned forward and mashed his face against the weighty orbs resting just under his chin, slurping vigorously at them and up long the black mast of dragon flesh before him. A groan of surprise escaped the worker of the night as he lay there, a hand on his bloated stomach, the other clenching the sheets as he felt the coming explosion drawing near thanks to the added affection between his legs. In an act of desperation, he freed his hand from the bed linen and reached down to the base of his tail. His palm met the crown of Jay's head and he panted, taking a deep breath before shoving sternly into himself.

A yelp escaped the startled mephit as his world was suddenly surrounded by darkness, a very distinct aroma, and the sensation and heat of being trapped in a voracious dragon's bowels. A roar of climax filled the room as Morca sealed his customer away neatly and quickly, a hot splash of creamy-white man-resin staining the scales of his tightly packed belly. The dragon's chest rose and fell rapidly as he worked to catch his breath again, a sly grin spreading across his muzzle.

"Now let's see if you can get back out." He rolled over onto his stomach pressing the sizable bulge against the mattress, further restricting his occupant. Jay reveled in the weight pressing down on him, bucking and wiggling all the harder, his actions visibly moving his hired dragon. Morca teased his little friend as he felt the struggles increase. How long could he hold out? Would he manage to escape the 'dreaded' Morca-ass? Was he really even planning to escape? A few thick, sticky bursts and a deep moan rising from under the red dragon's tail seemed to be the answer.

All finally went quiet in the hooker's gut and he snickered, giving the grossly swollen scaled sphere a light slap and a tender stroking.

"Is that all you've got, little man? I've had people go on for hours in there. I'm a little disappointed."

Deep down in the blackness of the dragon's bowels, Jay was collecting himself, taking a mental snapshot of the moment for later enjoyment. Slowly, he began shifting his arms about, feeling along and through the pliable walls. He wasn't quite done, not by a long shot.

"Oh I'm just gettin' warmed up, big guy. The fun's not over yet." His searching hands continued their examination until they found what they sought, and it just so happened that his curious position, as well as the markedly noticeable size difference between dragon and skunk, had put his groin directly atop it. He was in the perfect place to catch the greedy prostitute off guard. His movement resumed but focused on a single location, a very tender organ based just behind the crimson male's member. The sudden thrust of Jay's hips pushed outward against the dragon's groin from inside, his hands and hips squeezing against the scaled fellow's prostate.

Morca gasped and looked to his messy belly with surprised eyes. Maybe this skunk knew what he was doing after all. Whatever his plans were, he wouldn't be able to hold up that long against such an internal attack. Immediately his paws moved to the wobbling bulge he was just beginning to acclimate to as his expectations were shattered. As though hundreds if not thousands of volts were arching up his spine, the dragon arched his back and moaned at the top of his lungs, 'shocked' by Jay's strategy, both literally and figuratively. What had been a softening phallus had once more become a rigid pillar of arousal, flesh tight and glistening in the dim light.

The trapped skunk pressed harder against the spherical target, grinding himself with all his might into the flesh holding him in place. He wasn't about to let this be his 'bed' for the night, not when he was paying for more. Determined, Jay pushed the sensations assaulting him away, desperately trying to keep from wearing himself out before bringing his captor to climax just one more time. He grunted and groaned, pressing his fingers around the feature he had brought his focus to bear on, not seeking to do damage but to stimulate, working it like a mound of bread dough.

Moisture seeped from the sleek, dark shaft mashed between the dragon's filled belly and the sheets below, pulsing softly as those clear tricklings gave it something of a sheen. The slightly curved protrusion arched along Morca's distended abdomen, dancing about with Jay's every twitch. One of his clawed hands pressed firmly against the skunk held back by his scales, jaw hanging agape as he felt a powerful climax drawing near. The free hand supported him as he arched his back, thrusting back and forth along the bed. Were he able to look behind himself, Morca would be able to see his client's efforts not only visible in his expanded waist but just under his tail as well, a noticeable throbbing of his anus only added to the feeling of a struggling victim.

His form quivered, the gentle quake translating through to the mephit held firmly in his colon. Jay gathered he was almost done and whipped himself into a frenzy, bucking with unrestrained fanaticism. Only a few skunk-head bulges in the dragon's belly later, he felt another soft burst of warmth inside. It was an experience that completely overwhelmed the red male, claiming him in a fit of unbridled lust. An orgasmic roar shook the walls as his rigid staff erupted across his fat gut, adding to the already present stain masking the dark belly scales and wetting the sheets below.

Morca collapsed in a heap atop the pillows, gasping for oxygen, arms limp at his sides, legs bent, thighs burning from use, tail cast to one side as his eyes grew listless and tired. The full weight of the dragon came to bear atop the black and white-stripped fellow trapped in his rectum. Jay was rather tired himself, but recovered much more quickly, moving again but in a different fashion. The dragon moaned softly as he felt something emerge from under his tail, two sets of fingers 'blooming' from his tight exit. The fingers stretched the dark ring until out pushed the skunk's nose, then the rest of his head. He was actually managing to claw his way to freedom!

Jay shoved his arms forward and worked his shoulders free, pressing his palms against Morca's firm ass cheeks, pushing with all his might. Out he slid faster and faster, passing his waist until the dragon's body contracted of its own volition, expelling the last of the mephit onto the bed. He had successfully escaped the hungry anus! Had its owner been in any shape to offer a response, he would have been impressed, or he probably would have just tried to suck him back in before his feet had been pulled clear.

"Hehe, that was fun! I'll let you catch your breath while I go take a quick shower." Jay hopped off the bed and stumbled lightly as he lurched towards the bathroom. Morca rolled over onto his back, watching the skunk leave, managing a single question.

"H-how the hell...did you do that?"

Jay just turned back to gaze over the red dragon, still wearing his fishnet shirt, and answered.

"Male g-spot, the prostate. Never heard of that have you?"

Morca shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. The skunk just smirked and slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Water splashed over his fur, rinsing away anything that should not have been there normally, including the musky patch that had formed along his navel from all the fun. Hopefully, the dragon he hired would be back on his feet soon enough for the second act. After all, he was a paying customer.

Out in the bedroom, with his middle trim and flat once again, Morca sat up and looked to the bathroom. His strength returning once again, he growled a little; his stomach, not his throat. Off the bed he slid and moved to the closed door, opening it and ever so quietly stepping in. The sound of the water masked any noise he might have made. Off came the last garment he still wore and like a predator on the hunt, he tiptoed over to the bathtub. A quiet, melodic hum drifted out from behind the drawn curtain as the unwitting skunk recalled a favorite song of his, completely unaware of his visitor's proximity.

Silently the scaled fellow crept towards the tub, all too eager to complete his contract. Back flew the curtain as the dragon pressed himself into the narrow space, drawing the barrier back into place. Jay yelped in surprise as he found himself face to face with a tall, hungry monster. Morca licked his lips greedily as he gazed down at his evening meal, gripping the skunk firmly with both hands.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, but I do believe it's about time we finished up for the night." Another rumble came from his belly as his client squirmed against the smooth plates of his chest and abdomen. Jay wasn't trying to get away necessarily, but he could easily recognize when a predator liked seeing his dinner struggle. A pair of great, glistening jaws opened above and moved down in short order, quickly scooping the mephit up in their grasp, stuffing the monochrome fellow deeper. Another squeak escaped the furred fellow, his pelt wet and matted against his body. Likely it made his devouring all the easier. A mighty gulp tugged him downward, stretching the dragon's throat visibly. Morca hoisted him skyward, holding him aloft to shove him down his gullet.

Oh he wasn't about to be so swift about it. He preferred to savor the meal. The slick, plump organ lining the floor of his mouth wriggled this way and that, sampling the now clean taste of his prize, delighting in his ever-present movement. There were subtle, complex layers to the skunk's flavor, and it intrigued the red and black beast. So much so did it puzzle him that he slowed even further, lashing away hungrily at the smaller male's chest and stomach. A gentle swallow pulled more of Jay into his mouth, stretching his neck further as he ran a single hand over the swell under his chin, relishing it greatly. With just a bit more progress made, Morca could now taste the very rod that had assaulted his prostate only moments earlier. The musky pungency aroused his interest and he concentrated upon it further, slurping vigorously across the tender formation.

Jay moaned quite loudly under such oral ministrations. His toes began to curl, and with his mind otherwise occupied, his motions seemed to slow. The great dragon's eyes closed as the corners of his mouth pulled into a broad grin tasting a few hints of what was to come, smearing them across the skunk's stomach, dirtying him all over again. A few good twists here, a long slow lap there, and within the space of only a few short moments, the dragon had brought his client once more to orgasm. Thick, salty bursts of seed flooded his cheeks, spreading through his mouth and across Jay's fur the more the dragon slurped away. Oh he was a tasty fellow indeed.

Another loud rumble came from below as the dragon's stomach complained of the tease. Morca sighed gently around his scrumptious morsel as he felt the abdominal tremor. He wouldn't get much longer to play with him without seriously angering his belly. At least he didn't have much further to go to finish. Another firm gulp dragged the skunk's hips out of sight, swelling his gullet in the same fashion that so much of the spent Jay had already. A firm, rhythmic thumping filled the client's ears as his head passed into the dragon's chest. His heartbeat was steady and powerful, offering a soothing backdrop for his evening's rest.

As the last of the dragon's treat slid into his mouth, he offered the tender pads a tickle or two, teasing them with his tongue. The result was a renewed squirm in his throat and chest, savoring it oh so greedily. He snapped his jaws shut around those paws and swallowed hard one last time, sucking down the last bits of Jay's once fluffy tail, now matted and absent the volume it usually possessed. Such was how things went when water was involved. With his mouth cleared once more, Morca smacked his lips and gave his steadily growing middle a few good rubs. Inside he could feel the black and white male gently settling into the pouch he would be spending the next few hours in. With a wet slurping plop the deed was done, all of the skunk now hidden away in the confines of a powerful dragon stomach. A belch sounded above, shaking Jay's world gently as he adjusted, still a bit dizzy from the oral attention earlier.

"Your money's on the nightstand." It was all he could muster, not even finding strength enough to offer more than a few gentle wriggles. He was tired after his night of fun, and to him, there was no better place to sleep it off. The beast who had devoured him was certainly not going to argue. He rinsed himself clean, soaped up his scaled form, paying particularly close attention to his occupied belly, then rinsed again, amused at the soft thrumming coming from his abdomen, stretched so deliciously far.The water was eventually shut off and back was drawn the curtain. Out stepped Morca into the steamy room, grabbing a towel to dry off and wipe down the mirror. He paused as he gazed at his reflection, great belly and all.

"I don't care what anyone says, I think I look good like this," The weight didn't bother him in the least as he slipped his shirt back on as well as his rather tight trousers, unable to zip them up or fasten the snap. A hand delved into his pocket and pulled a long, clear gem about the size of a pen cap from its concealment. He palmed the crystal and pressed it against the side of his gut, waiting for a moment, "Gotta get some more of these. The police get pissed when your clients never show back up." A brilliant shine seeped out from between hand and stomach, dimming to a soft glow as the bauble proceeded to do what it was meant to do.

Morca lobbed it softly onto the bed and grabbed the thin stack of bills folded up on the edge of wooden stand next to the bed. He tucked them into his pocket and departed. Jay would be back by morning, curled up all nice and cozy on his bed, needing to wash the sheets but none the worse for the wear.

"I gotta come back and make him teach me that trick."