His Price

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Waffle took a breath, standing before the counter in the strange little shop. If the otter-bear was honest, the shop looked like it had been pulled from a medieval-fantasy novel or movie, with bubbling potions set behind the counter and shelves of old, dusty tomes. It almost looked like it was overdone for a made-up set and he rolled his eyes. The dragon must have staged it all like that to get customers in.

The dragon on the other side of the counter swung his red-scaled tail back and forth lightly, a mane of darker hair cascading down his head and the back of his neck. There was a more reptilian edge to his tail with the serrated upper edge, like that of a crocodile or something like that, and Waffle briefly wondered if the dragon had slipped into such a setting or was from another time entirely. He shook his head slowly and licked his lips, eyeing the otter-bear as if with a canny sense of speculation.

"I know what you seek," he said, slightly dragging the "s" sounds, though not enough that Waffle struggled to understand him. "A fertility spell... To think you wish to take the next step, to see your stomach rise with the swell of new life. I see a congratulations are in order."

Waffle pulled back slightly, his rounded ears twitching.

"Uh... Wait, how could you possibly know about that?" He asked, though suspicion coloured his tone. "I didn't even tell you what I wanted!"

"It's a fertility spell, dear," Pudge said slowly, though Waffle struggled to see if his lips were stretching into a smile or not. "It's obvious. You smell of need, of desire. You only need a little push to get there."

The dragon reached under the desk, rummaging for a moment, before pulling out a small scroll.

"This here is everything you seek," he said with a rap of his short claws on the wooden counter. "No more shall you seek fertility, for it will be in your grasp in but a moment. For a price, of course."

"Yes!"

The otter-bear snatched up the small, hand-sized scroll with glee, hugging it to his chest as his heart leapt.

"Oh, I don't care about the price -- anything will do," he declared, though that was probably not very smart of him. "I need this... I just do. Oh, thank you."

He paused, suddenly realising he'd snatched what he wanted off the counter without a second glance.

"Ah, but I do still need to pay, don't I? How much is it?"

"Don't worry yourself," the dragon said, stepping up with a smirk dancing along the lips of his long jaw. "I will collect my payment right now."

And then the dragon was on him, running his hands over the otter-bear's furred arms, his shirt only short-sleeved so a good portion of them was exposed.

"Hey!" Waffle flinched, growling as he snapped without thinking at the handsy dragon. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get off me!"

But Pudge was persistent, scooping his fingers between the otter-bear's legs and cupping his needy sex. Waffle whined and rolled his hips forward against the dragon, even though his shoulders tipped back from him, straining to draw away as much as his body seemed hooked to the dragon by an unseen force.

"No! Get off!"

Waffle growled and twisted away, but, somehow, the dragon seemed so much stronger than him. He didn't look like it, though he had something of a stockier build, despite Waffle's shoulders still being broader than his. Pudge hissed and twisted Waffle's arm behind his back nonchalantly, bearing his chest down to the wooden floorboards of his store without a care for who could walk in on them.

"Oh, I'm merely collecting my payment," he said, as if it was all perfectly normal. "Is that wrong? You could say no."

The bear snarled his response.

"What do you think? No! Let me go!"

He twisted, but he couldn't seem to thrash his way free either, barely even moving. Having his arm wrenched behind his back paused him, for it shot pain through his body. Yet the dragon moved quicker still and slid his tail into the bear's jeans, tugging them down with a savage pull that sent the button bursting from the front. Pudge didn't need the otter-bear to be naked, of course, but he needed an open path to that needy sex of Waffle's. For that was how he would activate the spell for the otter-bear, ensuring his fertility and then some...

"No... Mmph... Stop!"

Waffle cried out, though the dragon freed his own cock, letting it slap almost playfully against the otter-bear's thick butt. Waffle groaned and tried to squirm away, but the dragon merely used his tail to hold his arm instead, even if Waffle was not struggling all that much anymore.

His resistance... Where had it gone? He shuddered bodily, not knowing what was happening, his head reeling. A big part of him wanted to scramble, to hiss and claw his way away, no matter what it took. Another part of him, however small it was, wanted to roll his hips back against that length of dragon cock, to take something that he didn't even know a deep, dark part of his psyche needed. It had a bit of ridging to it, but, with his muzzle shoved into the floor, Waffle could not even twist around to see a little more of that cock.

He didn't truly need to, not as he grunted and licked his lips, trying to hold himself in check despite everything. The otter-bear tried to use his shoulder for leverage, to drag himself away, but he couldn't do it.

Not as the dragon shoved into his lightly wet sex, though the otter-bear was only mildly surprised at his own arousal. Even though he'd wanted a fertility spell, his body had never had any trouble in the slightest in getting aroused. He grunted through bared teeth, closing his eyes at the rough jab, though there was too much to take in all at once.

For his body ached with something he could not explain, moisture prickling in the corners of his eyes even though he knew it had no place there. He wanted something and he didn't want the dragon over him, even if that cock kind of felt good inside him.

But...it felt more than good. Maybe there was something wrong with his body, for warmth flooded him and the otter-bear's cries of protest turned into lustful moans. They might have been soft and confused for a grunt or a breath, but they were still there.

Pudge groaned, enjoying the view, the otter-bear's thick backside grinding back at him lightly with every thrust.

"See?" He said, his tongue slapping briefly against the outside of his muzzle. "The spell is already working... Did you really think a fertility spell would not need a trigger?"

But Waffle didn't know what to think anymore. His fingers were hooked, as if he still thought he could drag himself away across the floor, though his hips still scooted back with every stroke, the hard slap of the dragon's hips on his ass echoing through the shop. Dimly, he was still aware of his life and the world outside that shop, all that had come to pass in another place, though it didn't feel real anymore.

That moment felt real. As the dragon pushed into his hot, wet sex, his body moulding around the delicious ridges on his cock as if it was something Waffle had craved all along. He hunched and rounded his upper back, straining as he tried to gain leverage, yet there was nowhere he could go.

"Just give in," Pudge offered with a smirk, the dragon tightening his grip on the otter-bear's arm, even though it was clear Waffle wasn't really going anywhere. "It'll be easier for you, you can languish here... Take my cock, pay my price."

Waffle moaned, not trusting his tongue to speak. Something like that had no right to feel as good as it did and his body ached fiercely. Was he already in heat? Had the fertility spell worked? But then, did that mean it was Pudge who was going to breed him?

There were so many options swimming around the otter-bear's head and yet Waffle didn't pull any single one to the forefront of his mind. He could not -- or maybe he didn't want to think that he'd been tricked. It was some manner of coercion, yes, but he was too on the fence about how good it felt to have his sex stuffed with that cock to care.

So, he gave in, even though a small part of his mind loathed what was being done to him -- and even more so how he gave into it as if it was what he was meant to be doing. The otter-bear grunted thickly, swallowing hard, the dragon pounding away at him without a care in the world. Yet it was what Waffle's wonderfully aching body needed, his blood singing with desire, that cock seeming to drive deeper and deeper inside him.

"Mmm..."

"See?" Pudge said with a pleased smirk, tongue brushing against his lower lip. "It's much better when you give in. Let the spell do its work."

Waffle groaned and twitched, his entire body trembling with energy. He needed to be away, but he didn't want to leave the dragon's touch. Maybe he was part of Pudge's hoard by then, though his body tingled all over and his sex squeezed deliciously around the dragon's ridged rod.

It was all about the moment, how pleasure swam through him, his head drifting, one paw still cast out before him, halfway through the motion of dragging himself away. Yet he couldn't hold back, not in the slightest, as he groaned and let the dragon do with him as he willed.

"Ripe for fertilisation," Pudge growled, eyes alight with like need. "What a treat for you!"

Waffle didn't honestly know what that meant, but he felt the dragon speeding up, the slap of the drake's hips on his ass rising to fill the air. He grunted with every stroke, his cries blending together in passion -- and gave a strangled moan as his body tipped over the edge. He hadn't even realised he was that close, but one moment he was mentally begging for the dragon to fuck him harder -- and the next he had been tipped into bliss.

His sex clenched and pulled erratically around the dragon's cock, milking him of his seed, which was still to come. Waffle cried out, though the din of his own heartbeat drowned out even that, lost in the moment while his slick arousal luxuriously coated Pudge's cock, encouraging the dragon to fuck him just as he pleased.

The dragon curled contentedly over the otter-bear's back as he took him, breeding him and giving him his heart's desire. The wet, clinging heat of the otter-bear's pussy drove him on and he released Waffle's arm as he relaxed a little.

Waffle wasn't going anywhere.

So, he powered into him until he too released his seed, mating with the otter-bear and giving him what he truly desired. His seed flowed deep as he bellowed out a rasping snarl, the sound clawing its way out from his throat, though the dragon ground in harder, keeping his cock as deep as possible while he spent his load. Every drop of cum flowed up deep into the otter-bear's sex, seeking that egg that was ready to be fertilised, though that was something Waffle would come to find shortly -- when he took the pregnancy test.

Pudge, on the other hand, had more than done his job. He'd both given the otter-bear the spell and delivered on it too: who could complain about that? He grinned open-mouthed, relaxing in the softening afterglow, his cock still buried deeply into Waffle's folds.

"Mmmmnnnn..."

Waffle moaned softly, his tail twitching lightly. But he couldn't even bring himself to drag himself away.

The price had been paid and only the coming months would show the otter-bear just how much his life was set to change.