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Steb sips at his drink. He’s dressed down to a black mockneck and his uniform pants, his thigh holsters still on. He shouldn’t be at a bar, seeking release with a stranger, when he knows how fickle his body can be. But he’s beyond caring, given how inconveniently horny he’s been all day. What he wants is someone to hold him down and fuck him.
Theoretically, Steb’s spawning cycle occurs every six months, but his spawns have never been regular. His body produces and expels eggs on its own aggravating timeline, so the pressing need to be fucked is often his only warning. In recent years, he’s settled for his hand or a toy, but when he was younger, he sought out other bodies. Still, he stopped after his last pre-spawn disaster. Though he was only slightly bloated, he inadvertently gushed eggs across his hook-up’s cock.
The man had instantly softened. He scrambled away from Steb like he’d been struck.
His skin crawling at the humiliating memory, Steb refocuses on the man who’s been eyeing him from across the bar for the last fifteen minutes.
The man is passably attractive, and he looks hungry. He’ll do for tonight.
Steb downs the rest of his drink. He stands and deliberately locks eyes with the man before striding towards the restroom. His undereye scales flutter when the man leaps off his stool, trailing after him. He lingers at the restroom door.
Wide hands lock around his waist. He’s as tall as Steb, which is rare, which is nice.
The man pushes the door open and guides Steb inside the empty single-stall, saying, “Hey, cutie.”
Steb runs his hand down the man’s hand on his hip. He spins around, prepared to pantomime that he can’t speak.
The man’s eyes skate down to Steb’s chest in his tight-fitted shirt. His eyes flickering back up, he grins, “Don’t worry. I know you can’t talk. But that won’t stop us from having a good time, yeah?”
Steb breathes a sigh of relief. He nods.
“Top or bottom?” the man asks.
Steb gestures downwards. He hesitates before taking the man’s hand and pressing it against his own crotch, staring at him intently. He mouths, Okay?
The man blinks in confusion.
Steb shifts tactics. In hindsight, it wasn’t exactly an effective method. If this man is familiar with marai vastaya, he would know that marai males have retracted penises. Steb pantomimes having a dick, points to himself, and then bars his arms in an ‘x’ across his chest. He mouths his question again.
“Oh, shit. You have a pussy.” His eyes blow wide in understanding.
Steb nods.
“Cute. That’s even better.” The man grins. “I’ve never fucked fish pussy before.” He kisses Steb hard.
Steb kisses him back. He doesn’t over-analyze the man’s words, already committed to this engagement. He doesn’t want to find another willing partner and spend another awkward minute explaining that he cannot speak and what equipment he has. Men do not need to be pleasant to fuck him. Frankly, sometimes it’s better when they aren’t. He throws his arms around the man’s shoulders, enjoying the drag of the man’s stubble along his gills.
The man reaches down and kneads Steb’s ass.
Steb can feel himself growing wet in his briefs, his body hypersensitive from his spawning hormones. Any big, warm hand on him is enough to have him desperate.
The man fumbles with Steb’s harnesses. He undoes his pants and yanks them down to Steb’s knees. He pulls off Steb’s mouth and soaks in his bare cunt in the shitty bathroom lighting. He slides his fingers along the seam of Steb’s anal fins.
Steb moans softly, clinging to the man’s neck.
“Aren’t you an eager slut?” The man smirks, pushing past Steb’s anal fins and sliding two fingers inside his waiting cunt.
Gasping, Steb drops his head against the man’s shoulders. Eye contact always feels too intimate during hook-ups.
The man’s fingers burn a little inside him, stretching him too fast too soon. He curls them inside Steb like he’s searching for a g-spot.
Steb’s ribbing flares to life under the crude stimulation. He drips pre-fluid around the man’s crooking fingers, his papilla flared out from where it typically covers his hole.
The man fucks his fingers along Steb’s pussy ribbing, recognizing them for the tender, sensitive spots they are. He says into his ear, “You’ve got pussy rings, huh? That’s fucking hot.”
Steb bites his lip, skating his hands down the man’s shoulders. He says nothing. The man’s fingers are beginning to feel good inside him. He rocks his hips along the man’s hand.
“I think you’re ready to take my cock.” The man drags his fingers along his ribbing. “Looks like you’re just dripping for it, hm, pretty thing?”
Steb nods against the man’s shoulder.
“Mm, okay.” Sounding self-satisfied, the man pulls his fingers out of Steb’s cunt and undoes his own pants. “Get down and suck me off first.”
Obediently, Steb drops to his knees before the man. A distant part of him insists that he should really stop wearing his uniform to bars. The bathroom floor is dirtier than he’d like to consider, but he focuses on sliding down the man’s pants.
The man’s cock is average-sized. It smells very human: musky and skin-like. Repressing the perennial question of how good the man’s hygiene is, he opens his mouth and swallows down his flushed hard tip. He moans at the warm taste of him on his tongue.
The man fists his hand in Steb’s hair, groaning, “Yeah, just like that. Take it all.”
Steb bobs up and down the man’s cock, his slick pussy pressed up along his booted ankles. His mouth’s wet noises blast through his head.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the man says. “You look so sexy on your knees for me.”
Steb lets the heat wash through him. He takes the man deeper.
The man drags him harshly onto his cock.
His throat constricting, Steb whines at the man’s carelessness. The pressure on his hair and the man fucking his throat have his pussy dripping across his ankles. He grinds his cunt shamelessly down against his boot, choking on the man’s throbbing cock. His skin’s mucous glands secrete at the lack of air.
“You suck cock like a whore, huh? Your slutty throat was made for this.” The man thrusts down his spasming throat, his cock pulsing on his tongue. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Steb suckles on his cock, the sound obscene. He hollows out his cheeks and deep throats him again.
The man fucks his mouth without any concern for breath.
Steb gushes slick across himself, whimpering.
The man drags his cock out. “Get up against the door. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Steb rises. He plants his palms against the door and bends over, his feet planted shoulder width apart. The bathroom’s cool air ghosts across his wet cunt and thighs, the need to be fucked hard coiling inside him. He glances back, finding the man’s eyes.
The man smirks, sauntering confidently up and gripping Steb’s ass cheeks. “Got something to say? You look like it.”
Steb mouths, Hard.
“Hard?” the man asks. “You want me to fuck you hard?”
Steb nods.
The man leans across his back, murmuring against his neck, “I’ll make sure you can feel it tomorrow, sweetheart. Stretch out all your cute little pussy rings. Don’t worry.” He pulls Steb’s ass cheeks open and kneads his ass roughly.
Steb turns back around, his lips parting silently. He curves his back out and offers himself to the man.
The man rubs his cock along Steb, his voice low. “I can tell your fish pussy’s tight after fingering you, and those fucking rings — I wish human pussies had those.” He rams his cock roughly into Steb’s cunt.
Whimpering at the crude entry, Steb fists his hands against the door and squeezes around the man’s cock. It feels so much bigger inside him.
The man starts rutting into him.
Steb moans, arching submissively up for a better angle. His ribbing constricts around the man’s cock.
The man shoves up Steb’s shirt off his midriff and rubs his thumb over his fluttering spinal fin. “It’s so hot the way your fins flutter so much. You like my cock, don’t you? You like taking it like a good boy? Just look at your little scales moving, and your little fish cunt squeezing me hard.”
Steb lets the man’s words filter in one ear and out the other, his mind blanking under the hot cock spearing through his insides. He whines breathlessly in response.
Moaning, the man slaps his ass cheek.
Steb jolts, clenching around him. New slick leaks out of him down his inner thigh at the impromptu spanking.
“You’re so hot,” the man groans, jackhammering into him with a new intensity. “Should’ve choked you harder on my cock. Bet your gills would’ve gotten you through it just fine. Let you hump your own ankle.”
Steb sets his arm against the door, planting his forehead against it. He sucks in a breath and squeezes the man’s cock instinctively. His mind hiccups over the threat, confusingly wetter again.
“Shit, you are a slut.” The man’s voice drops lower. “If we had time, I’d tie you up, too. Fuck you until you cry, yeah? I know you can make some noises, and I’d like to hear them again, pretty thing.” He slaps his ass.
Mild alarm bells ringing, Steb’s eyes roll back at the blow.
The man spins Steb around, pinning his wrists above his head in one hand. He forces Steb’s knee up against his front and fucks back into him.
Steb whimpers at the manhandling, the new angle letting the man’s cock drag hard along his ribbing with every thrust. He’s flexible, but the position burns through his inner thighs. He arches off the door, his hands twitching in the man’s grip.
“Yeah, you have to take it. My cock feels good, huh?” The man licks up his gills, sounding rougher than before. “Cute little thing.”
In other circumstances, Steb might point out that he is, in fact, equivalent size to the man.
But the man rams deeper into him, and Steb’s thoughts blank out. He squeezes Steb’s thigh hard.
Steb moans, his pussy pulsing around the man. He feels close. He needs just a little stimulation to his papilla.
The man groans, “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. I’m coming.”
Steb clenches down obediently.
The man spills inside him, his jaw slacking, dropping Steb’s wrists.
Steb makes a soft noise as he’s filled. It soothes his pre-spawning instincts. Though a human could never fertilize his eggs, taking a load tricks his body into thinking it’s been bred. He holds onto the man’s bare biceps and milks him through his orgasm.
The man pulls out. He drops Steb’s leg, saying, “Here. Let me get you some water.” He does back up his pants.
Steb tucks away his disappointment that he didn’t come, but it’s not an unsurprising conclusion to a hook-up. A warm cock still feels better than his own fingers. He pulls up his pants, buckling his belt. He makes a face when he feels the man’s cum slip out of him. He’ll deal with the mess at home.
The man unclips his canteen from his belt and unscrews the cap. “You’re probably thirsty after all that. Given the whole fish thing.” He grins cheekily, a sheen of sweat dripping along his brow.
Steb pretends not to notice the targeted comment and accepts the water, taking a generous gulp. He is awfully thirsty. On instinct, he signs, Thank you. He starts to hand it back.
“No, no, have more if you want. I can just have them refill it at the bar,” the man urges.
Slightly perplexed, Steb takes another sip out of politeness before he offers it back.
The man replaces the canteen. “What’s your name, by the way? If you do it slowly, I think I know the alphabet.”
S. Steb pauses for a second on each letter. T. E. B.
The man’s face scrunches up. “Steb?” He pats his belt again, looking behind him as if something is there. “Cool, cool. And you’re an enforcer, or is the uniform just for fun?”
Steb nods and moves towards the sink, unease rooting through him. They’ve finished what they came here for. He wants to get home and bathe.
Out of nowhere, his vision tilts. He grips the sink, his skin slicking up. The faucet drips into the metal basin, white noise blaring through his ears. He blinks hard with all three of his lids.
“Is something wrong?” The man’s voice sounds distorted. He comes up behind Steb, his hand landing too low on his back.
Steb tries to wave him off. But when he tries to move, his legs buckle. Only his white-knuckled grip on the sink keeps him somewhat upright.
The man circles his hand along his back. “Just let it happen. It’s better if you don’t fight it, Steb. I’ll catch you.”
A dull horror surges up his throat. He jams his elbow into the man’s stomach.
The man grunts, crashing into the wall.
He spins around and barrels towards the door, but his legs give out completely. He crumples to his knees, panic shocked through him.
“Fuck. Slippery little slut,” the man hisses. He kicks Steb hard in the gut.
Steb sucks in an agonized breath. His stomach isn’t swollen yet, but his egg sac is still tender. He tries uselessly to shove up from the ground.
The man shoves him face first against the floor. He digs his knees into Steb’s back, hissing, “Stay the fuck down. Dammit, that fucking hurt.”
His vision swimming, the filthy concrete cool against his cheek, Steb tries to fight against the drug in his system. The man must have dissolved a tranquilizer in the canteen water. He’s already lost his window of opportunity to escape. His arms are pinned under his front like lead weights, his thoughts slurring together.
He shouldn’t have come out tonight. He should have recognized the danger sooner.
All at once, unconsciousness drags him down into the dark.