[b][u][center]Buying a Top For Zylen_Andel By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Being intersex meant that there were certain difficulties that came with everyday life. Difficulties that most males probably thought would be fun, but were, in reality, anything but. From the common difficulties of underwear - finding the right set for his hips and his genitals tended to be a pain - to dealing with health problems, there were a hundred different issues that nobody really thought about. One of the most enduring and annoying, however, was heat. And not the weather sort, but [i]heat.[/i] The peacroc had been dealing with that for longer than he cared to remember, and while he had been back at home, growing up, well-supplied with toys and unaware of the possibilities of partners, it was fine. Completely fine...particularly with medication. In college, however… Zylen groaned as he fumbled with the door lock, shaking his head as it kept dodging his fingers until he finally got a good grip on it. The blue-feathered hybrid slammed it shut, grumbling under his breath. “You would not believe how much I need this…” “Heh, I think I can. At least, from the smell in the air.” “Mmmph. Keep to the sexy talk, Steven. You’re better at that.” “Alright, [i]bitch.[/i]” The peacroc grinned, slowly turning around. His legs were shaking as he looked at the male he’d invited back to his dorm, and his heat got that much worse as he looked the fox over. [i]Christ, he’s going to make me feel good…[/i] He licked his beak as he looked the other guy over, shaking his head as he looked down at that bulge. Big and fat, definitely better endowed than a number of other foxes around the campus, and with a pair of nuts that promised to be heavy, fat, and probably musky as hell. Zylen shivered as he thought about a knot, too, wondering if it would be enough to give him a good spread. His toys hadn’t been doing it for a while, and with the advent of free internet across the campus - and no parental locks - seeing the things that people could do to each other… “You better be worth the hundred,” Zylen muttered. “I need this. I really, [i]really[/i] need this.” “Oh, trust me.” Steven grinned. “You’re going to get everything you need, and more. Now, get out of those clothes, slut. I want to see what I'm working with.” Slut. Bitch. Oh, he wanted to be those things. At least for tonight. Maybe not tomorrow, not when the heat was off, but tonight? Fuck, nothing sounded better. The peacroc smiled, dragging his hands along his shirt to his waist. He ripped it right off, not even bothering to make a show of it. The garment went flying over his head, taking a feather or two with it, and his tightly furled wings were finally freed. He groaned, stretching them out behind his back, but his fingers were already working at his slacks, pulling the button open and dragging the zipper down. “Heh, why did I know you’d be wearing panties?” Steven asked. “Because I’m a good little bitch that knows better than to get too manly,” the peacroc said, standing back up and making a heart with his hands. “Oh, the sissy inside begs to be released.” “Oh, cut the crap.” The peacroc laughed as he tossed his panties to the fox, who immediately grabbed them and held them to his nose. One sniff set that bulge to bouncing, and Zylen grinned. Soon, the pair of them were all but naked, though they’d switched underwear. The hybrid was forced to wear the fox’s jockstrap, and he blushed as it hung empty in the front. No dick, no bulge, nothing to hold it up, so it sagged and drooped like a sad little garment. The panties on the fox, on the other hand… Steven chuckled, groping himself a few times, the front of the underwear stretched to its limits around the fox’s bulge, and only getting more strained and stretched as he stroked himself. Pre-cum marked the front of it, oozing through in clear bubbles, and the rank smell of sex filled the air. “Heh, look at that. Even in these, I’m three times the man you are,” Steven said. “Come here, you slut. Back that bitch-ass up.” The hybrid blushed, but did as he was told, groaning as he felt that thick rod resting between his ass cheeks. The fox pulled him back again, making him grind against that throbbing length, and the slime of his pre was already running through Zylen’s tail feathers, making them stick a bit at the base. Grooming those later would be a pain, but at that moment, he didn’t care. He just needed that cock. He tried to reach around for it, but the fox pushed him back, holding his arms down against his spine. “Ah ah ah. You wanted to be a bitch? You’re gonna be a bitch.” “Then make me. You’re being too nice.” “Oh-ho, really?” “Yeah, I’m paying you to fuck me up. So, [i]fuck me up![/i]” “You asked for it!” The fox whipped him around, and before Zylen could say anything, the peacroc had his beak stuffed under the fox’s arm. He was trapped in the darkness of the pit, the raw musk coming through making him groan as he was forced to huff it just to stay conscious. The hybrid wobbled, panting as a rough hand shoved down the front of the jockstrap, rubbing his pussy. “Hehe, you really weren’t kidding, were you? You really are a bitch.” “Mmmph...only when someone...makes me…” “You [i]paid[/i] me to make you a bitch. Pretty sure that makes you a whore.” “Goddammit, just stick to character and fuck me!” Steven shoved him more firmly under his arm, and in that darkness, the peacroc was forced to walk across the room, unable to see where he was going, forced to trust the bigger male to treat him right. [i]That[/i] got him dripping, and no mistake. He didn’t see anything, couldn’t even smell anything aside from the fox’s pit musk until he was suddenly spun around. Zylen saw the wall coming, and wasn’t able to do anything more than brace himself before he could slam against it. “Ooof!” “Heh, alright, bitch. You wanna be fucked up? Let’s see how well you can take my dick…” He heard the soft squelch sound of the wet panties coming off of Steven’s cock, and he wanted to look back and see it. Before he could, the fox grabbed him by the back of the head, shoving him against the wall. Not hard enough to crack anything, but definitely rough enough for him to feel it. Maybe enough for a small bruise later. Zylen loved it. That cock slipped between his legs. It teasingly taunted his ass, rubbing strings of pre around his rump, before pushing down between his thighs. It was so hot, so thick. Definitely an inch thicker than his toy, and he could feel a bulge near the base that might have been a knot or might have just been natural size. Either way, he was drooling for it, his beak parting and his eyes closing. “Fuuuuuuuck…” “Alright, bitch. Take it!” Zylen squawked as he was suddenly filled to the brim with fox cock, feeling it forcing his pussy walls open and digging deeper and deeper into him. Steven was not pulling punches here, and he could feel that fox dick digging into him, humping further in with each and every move from behind. “Take it, bitch. Fucking take it. You want to pay me for a cock, then you’re going to take every goddamn inch of it.” “Fuck yes. Fuck! Slap me!” “Wha -” “Slap me!” The fox did just that, his palm cracking across the peacroc’s cheek. He moaned, his pussy squeezing down, and he heard the fox grunt behind him. There was some sort of comment about ‘some kinda freaky’, but the fucking didn’t stop. The jackhammering from behind continued, fast, rapid, shallow thrusts that were gradually digging deeper and deeper into him. They were past the point where his toys had ever gone and were well into new territory, and the hybrid’s beak was hanging open as he felt it filling him up in a way that he had never felt before. This, this was what real fucking felt like. To be used, to be rutted, to be pinned down and fucked like some sort of breeding girl. He let the fox lift one of his legs, opening his pussy up even more, and he could finally feel the balls slapping against his clit on every thrust. In and out, in and out, in and out it went, and he moaned, right on the verge of orgasm. “Almost...almost…” Another squawk ripped itself from his beak as he came, his pussy clamping down on that dick again. The big guy slammed in, the fox leaning into him and biting against his shoulder, but Zylen only cared about three things. That dick. Its cum. His pussy. And all three were getting [i]very[/i] well acquainted…. # The next morning, he was lying in a puddle of cum, and his pussy was...well, bluntly, sore as hell, but at least it was no longer burning. The peacroc groaned, rolling over to his nightstand to find his buzzing phone. Beside it, however, was a piece of paper. He picked it up, unfolding it. [i]You are some kinda freaky, bird boy, but the fun kind. You want another round, call me. No charge this time.[/i] Beneath was a phone number, and Zylen wasted no time programming it into his phone. Guys that’d fuck an intersex bird weren’t exactly common. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]