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"...and send." Richard had finally bothered to dig out his laptop.

"It'll take a bit to get there, storm being what it is outside." Sal commented, from over his shoulder.

It had been a rather lazy day, all things considered. They'd lounged around downstairs a while, watched TV, and generally just lazed about. As dragons are wont to do on vacation. But, it was the last full day of Richards' vacation. And freelancing couldn't be put on hold forever. The storm outside threatened to keep him here forever, though.

"Think it'll even get there today?" He shut the laptop lid.

"Maybe this evening." Sal shrugged, and changed the channel.

"hmm..." Richard rumbled, and debated re-opening the laptop.

Truth be told, he was getting rather bored with the place. Or rather, a bit socially burnt-out. With people everywhere, it was bound to happen at some point. Luckily, Sal was a wonder to hang out with. The underside of his tail was... also a bit sore.

"You bored too?" Sal killed the TV with a click.

"Yeah. Debated going on the 'net, but then I remembered I'd have awful ping and bandwidth."

"You would. That being said, get any jobs in your email?"

"None from the shopkeep. A few posted on the local board, but nothing too interesting." A smile crossed his muzzle. "Though there was this one dragoness that wanted an escort..."

"Oh?" Sal seemed a bit curious. "An escort, or an 'escort'?"

"Both."

The green chuckled a little bit, rumbling laughter echoing out of his throat. Richard just kept the smile glued to his muzzle.

"Can't say it wouldn't be interesting, but it expires tomorrow. And since I'm gonna need a day to settle in once I get back, it's not happening."

"Oh, I'm sure it would be. Storm wouldn't let you get going anyway, though."

"Yeaaah..." The bed creaked as he flopped off of it.

They'd drank a lot of tea since arriving here, and Richard couldn't get enough of the stuff. It was nice walking around with a mild caffeine buzz, especially after a night out. Amplified the lingering headache a bit, but more than made up for it. Oddly, also calmed the soreness elsewhere a bit. He poured another pair of glasses of the stuff.

"Think they'd let me take home the recipe?" He padded back with the glass.

"Maybe." Sal watched him. Truth be told, there wasn't much else to watch.

"But, yeah. I'm really bored. No jobs to read up on, TV is rather subpar at best... Tail is aching."

"Well, you did want to try that." Sal shrugged, rolling over the covers to retrieve his own glass.

"Not complaining much. It was really nice. But next time, perhaps a bit of lube."

Memories of the other morning flooded back to him. It was the first time he'd voluntarily let himself get mounted. And what an experience it had been! Sal made for an excellent crash-course teacher for that. And other things, too. He was good at other things.

"Wouldn't be too terrible an idea. Up for a romp or...?" Sal trailed off.

"Could. What do you think of the photo we snapped, though?"

"I mean, it's a laptop webcam, and it's two dragons in it, so it's probably a little bit... squished. But, you seem concerned for another reason. Worried about what your friend will think?" Sal pierced his thoughts easily.

"Yes, actually. He's single, and as far as he knew, I was straighter than an arrow. Rock-solid, steady, dragonesses-only guy." Richard huffed.

"Well, let's just say his expectations will be challenged and altered a bit. He'll be fine with it, I'd bet. Happy, even, maybe."

"I dunno, I'm just a bit worried." He leaned against the bed, sipping at his drink.

"Well, banish your worries and get up here already." Sal rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly.

"Alright. You sure you want me to, though? I mean, you've got a day extra to recover, but wouldn't it be a bit awkward walking or flying back after that?"

Sal talked while the bed creaked. "Well, you tell me. Is it impossible to move for you? I mean, you're moving just fine as far as I can tell. And, if you can move around after a rather vigorous first time..."

"You have a point, yes. But uh..." He looked away, a little too bashful to ask the question that was on his mind.

"Do things get looser down there, you're thinking? Both yes and no. You can control things down there better after a while. Enough technical talk already, though. Fill my muzzle, or something else. If you're not up for it..." Sal trailed off, not eager to force his companion to do anything he didn't want to do.

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a bit distracted with worrisome thoughts, is all."

"Less worrying, more fucking. Besides, it's impossible to worry when you're preoccupied with either a filled muzzle, rod under your tail, or being the one doing those things." Sal rambled.

"Okay, okay. You have made your point." Richard smirked a bit. If nothing else, he'd get that much out of it.

And besides, with Sal laying there, and looking rather inviting? It would be foolish to turn him down because of some errant, worried thoughts. Richard shook his head, clearing his mind. Sal panted a bit, letting his muzzle hang open. If he had an itch that needed scratching, then it'd be best to at least lube up beforehand....

"Muzzle it is then." Sal watched as the dragon ambled up the bed. For a dragon, he maneuvered adequately on the bed.

But, still, the sudden compression of the mattress on either side of him was awkward. Sal pushed his tail against the baseboard of the bed. It steadied him enough for now. Richard smelled like him a bit. Of course he did, he'd just finished sleeping next to him that morning anyway. However, a much different smell was wafting onto Sal's nose. The bed creaked a bit as Richard shifted from side to side.

"You good down there?" The red rumbled, propping himself up on the headboard. The room seemed a bit smaller from up here.

"Of course I am."

Well, that was comforting to hear, at least. Richard rolled his hips forward a bit, gently rubbing his companions' muzzle with his sheath. An exploratory tongue sent shocks, shivers, and a bit of lust through his form. The tongue didn't get too long to play around in his sheath as it filled out, flaccid dragonspear turning into a much more solid one. He focused on keeping himself from falling, and let Sal do his best.

The green watched as the by-now-quite-familiar dragon rod spilled out of it's sheath. A full-looking sack framed it against the reds belly, looking more than ready for the next bit of the fun. His tongue gently dragged from the base, all the way to the tip, leaving a wet, messy trail. It took a moment for his muzzle to make more saliva, but it was more than enough. Laying on his back was awkward, and cramped his wings a bit, but it was by far the best view of the drake. His paws naturally found their way to the crimsons' hips. After a moment, his muzzle was more than filled, too. Richard took a moment to react, but it was more than worth it.

"Hrr... Know you like doing that, but it is a lot at once."

Sal rolled his eyes. Of course it was. That was the whole point. Besides, it was one of the better ways to get Richard to react. To say anything while Sal was pleasuring him. And of course, after he spoke... Those cute little moans and groans and purrs fell out of his muzzle that much more easily. Wet, sloppy noises echoed out of his muzzle as he began to pull off of the rod, making use of his relatively long neck. One or two repetitions later, it was soaked in his saliva, and Richard was moaning and groaning as if it were the most important, and pleasureful thing in the world. Of course, to him it may as well have been.

Richard panted. The dragon underneath him was excellent at what he was doing right now. So excellent, that his legs felt uneasy, and unsteady. For now, he trusted them, but... he was glad for the paws on his hips, steadying them. That being said though, they certainly didn't resist when he began to take a more active role. A bit more heated gusts of air washing against his lower half, sure, but no resistance at all. His rod felt sharp, shocking bolts of pleasure, that rocketed through his form. It took a thrust or two, but Sal got into the play as well. While he let Richard muzzlefuck him, he wasn't staying still, either.

Sal greedily gulped down every inch that Richard was offering, and then some. His nose was buried in the dragons' crotch with every thrust, and he inhaled the deep, earthy musk the dragon had there. It was a scent that would be burnt into his nostrils, and his mind even after this vacation trip. And, of course, if the dragon would have it, occasionally thereafter, too. From the way he was sloppily thrusting into his muzzle, Sal had no doubts that he'd be more than fine with that.

Richard felt tense. His legs felt off, and the telltale tightness in his balls signaled an impending flood. When he tried to tell Sal, the only thing that fell out of his muzzle was a series of weak pants, and huffs. His lungs burned, and he could only barely speak.

"Not... sure where you want it..." Each of his words were seperated by huge gulps of air.

"anhmmfrr" Sal mumbled something, but with his muzzle filled, it was unintelligible.

Either way, there wasn't long to decide. When Sals' tail brushed against his overfull balls, it more than cemented the decision. His knot popped into, and out of the greens muzzle. A paw found its' way in front of it, only just barely keeping Richard from slamming it into his muzzle. Intense pleasure shot through his lungs, mind, and lower half.

"A-ah....."

Sal gulped down every shot the dragon dared pump out. Most of it bypassed his taste buds, but what did land on his tongue was becoming intimately familiar... and a flavor he couldn't get enough of. He massaged the knot with his forepaws, feeling each individual pulse shoot into his muzzle. It took a few moments, but it eventually died down to a manageable level. His own rod, neglected the whole time, brushed against the crimsons' leg, all-too-sensitive and needy. He let the crimson pull his rod out of his well-used muzzle. A few shots of dragonseed stained his muzzle.

"Thanks..." Richard mumbled.

"Don't think you're done yet, you know."

"You want me to..." Richard trailed off, flopping his bulk down onto the bed beside Sal

"Can make it happen however you want to. I just want my own orgasm, y'know?" He licked Richards' muzzle.

"Okay. Let's see... about this." The covers got more tangled up and mangled beneath the two dragons.

For all of his relaxation, and post-orgasm haze of bliss, Richard had an idea. Admittedly, one that Sal had introduced him to. Like many other fresh, new experiences, heh. He chuckled to himself a bit as the bed creaked. The green must have been a green light for a lot of new things. There was barely enough room for him to lay on his side at the base of the bed. He curled around Sals' lower half, laying his muzzle onto the dragons' upper belly.

"Would you rather finish in my muzzle, or...?" Richard asked, eyeing up his idea.

"Does not matter to me." Sal deadpanned.

"Alright..."

This angle would be a first, but it couldn't be that bad. And besides, if Sal could do it, so could he. Differences in anatomy aside, it was all the same plumbing, right? A strong, musky, male scent hit him on the nose like a sledgehammer as he nosed closer. It eased his lungs a bit, but clouded his mind all the more. He inhaled deeply, taking the scent in. It only took a moment for his tongue to loll out of his muzzle. A gentle nudge from Sal put him to work, as well.

Sal felt incredibly tense. Letting Richard blow him wasn't the most terrible of ideas, but it seemed his worries had transplanted themselves onto his own mind. All the same, he couldn't back out now. It'd seem... rude and a bit offputting if he just wanted to finish by himself. His thoughts were interrupted by the first ginger, all-too-gentle lick the crimson hazarded. Sal had to screw his eyes shut. All that time ignoring his own needs had only made them that much more important, sensitive, and needy. He moaned, and didn't care who heard.

Richard must have been something right, or so he thought when his partner moaned out wantonly. A bit of pre spurt out forcefully, landing on his muzzle. He couldn't stop his tongue from licking it up. It didn't taste... bad. But it was a bit plain. A larger sample would satisfy the curiosity the situation had piqued. The crimson mimicked what the green had done minutes earlier. With the memory fresh in his mind, he gulped down the dragons rod.

"rrrr... eh..." Sal struggled to make coherent syllables, let alone words. Richard was right, it was a lot at once. Almost too much.

That hot, wet warmth around his cock felt all-too-good. When the relatively cool air hit his sensitive skin, it contrasted heavily. But, Richard was eager to please, and slurped down as much as his muzzle could take. It felt a bit odd, poking into his throat, but he made do. With the added sensitivity though, Sal couldn't hold back for long.

"Richard... I'm gonna-" He nearly bit his own tongue off as his jaws snapped shut.

The crimson focused on the task at hand, letting the green talk as he wanted. The warning was nice, but a bit too late. One of his paws found its' way to the base of the spire of dragonmeat, and he squeezed. He could feel each pulse work its' way up the rod, and spurt onto the back of his throat. All but a few drops shot directly into his stomach, seemingly. Still, he had his larger sample, and the intensity of the taste was a bit too much. His muzzle popped off of the rod, letting the last few jets of heavy dragonseed land on his muzzle, leaving sticky white stains.

He didn't cough, or sputter, but his lungs demanded more air. He panted a bit, angling the still-shooting breeding rod away from his mouth. From Sals' tail thrashing about underneath him, though, he did everything right.

"Sal...?" Richard rubbed at his muzzle.

"Yesssss?" Sal hissed, still high on cloud nine.

"Good enough?"

"Yes, but..." He moved his tail, brushing along Richards' rod. The knot had deflated, but it was still rock-hard.

"Want to go again?"

"Of course, but inside me this time."

"Bit much to go again already, but sure." Richards' voice betrayed his excitement.

"Oh, I'm sure at least one part of you wants as many more goes as is physically possible. Heh."

It was Richards' turn to roll his eyes. Of course it did. But, it was an almost-inanimate piece of flesh. It was attached to him though, and as such, was bound to his whims. Luckily, his whims aligned perfectly with what it wanted. This time, at least. More of the bed creaking as he got into position. Both of the dragons felt heated from their frenzied couplings. A bit more steam wouldn't hurt, though.

"You sure? What about you walking tomorrow?"

"Of course I am. Now hurry up and plow me before I decide to take matters into my own paws." Sal demanded.

Of course, Richard was more than ready to satisfy the eager little bottom of a dragon.

"As you wish, then."

He pressed forwards, finding his mark on the first thrust. It opened easily, yielding to the firm, but gentle pressure. Sals' tail pulled him in closer, wrapping around one of his legs. Encouraging him to do as he wished. As much as his rod would protest later, Richard did exactly that as he bottomed out. He pressed against the dragon beneath him, wedging himself in as far as he could go. But, after he was satisfied with a few moments of that... he pulled himself out nearly all the way. And then slammed back in, roughly as he dared. Sals' reaction was immediate, forelegs, paws, and tail all demanding him to go on, exactly as he was.

Richard was more than happy with that arrangement. And with the cute little moans falling out of Sals' muzzle, it brought a smirk to his own muzzle. He felt powerful, if only for a moment. Powerful enough to make the green underneath him feel that much pleasure, at least. His own pleasure was powerful, as well, though. The tight, rippling passage massaging his cock told him that much.

Sal rumbled, moaned, and tossed in the occasional snarl. Richard had a point with him being sore tomorrow, but he needed this. And, of course, the crimson was more than happy to provide it. Each time he bottomed out inside him, Sal felt his insides stretched a bit. It felt overwhelming, to say the least. He panted heavily, adding to the already rising temperatures between the two. Paws scrabbled for holds as he let the dragon do his worst. Or, to Sal... his best.

It took a while, but eventually the dragons' tell-tale knot was bumping up against him with every grinding, pumping thrust. Even if he had just orgasmed moments ago, he had at least one left in him. And Sal had every intention of making sure it was corked up inside him. For a while, at least. He barely noticed when the crimson buried his muzzle in his neck. Hot gusts of air washed across his scales, adding to the heat of the moment. His own rod, already attended to, was almost ready to add to the mess again. With Richard stretching him open, and bumping against his prostate, that would happen soon. Still, even without an orgasm, the pre leaking between the two did little to cool them. But it did make a small mess into a somewhat larger one. Not like they cared, though.

Richard inhaled the smaller greens' scent every time he breathed. His maw hung open, panting, but the small bursts of air that wafted across his nose helped a bit. His rod ached a bit, but, that was only because he was tantalizingly close. Sal must have been scrabbling across his scales with his roaming paws, but they finally found a solid hold. And they pulled, begging him without a word to bury himself, and claim the dragon underneath him. His tongue fell out of his muzzle, and he licked across Sals' neck between breaths.

"... Inside it is." He whispered, mostly for his own benefit.

Even Sals' tail was pulling him, only letting go when he had to pull out. But, with a particularly rough thrust, he sank himself in, all the way to the hilt. Knot and all, popped into the submissive little dragon. A half-choked roar fell out of his muzzle, almost too loud to Richards' eardrums. Wet splatters splashed across his scales, making even more of a mess. It could wait. The crimson grit his teeth, and managed a few short, pointed thrusts more. But, the feeling of his knot being worked by the rippling, tight passage, and with the dragon it belonged to in the process of orgasm... that was all he could hold out. He shut his muzzle, as the first of many jets of dragonseed rocketed out of him. It painted Sals' insides off-white, and his knot kept it all inside. All of his effort exerted, it was all he could do to not fall too harshly onto Sal.

Each jet of dragon jizz did wonders to calm the raging heat inside Sal. It felt like his insides were on fire, coiling up, and relaxing all at once. His own rod shot out blasts of seed, almost in time with the crimsons' own. Richard must have seriously exerted himself, but that was no surprise, with the rough, rutting fuck they had. A smile crept onto Sals' muzzle, and he squeezed the dragon into a hug. It made their scales even more of a mess, but nothing a shower couldn't fix anyway. The feeling of being plugged and stretched took over the rest of his faculties for a while. They laid there for a while, savoring the feeling. Even after a few minutes, they both felt like supernovas, and were still panting.

"Well, that wasn't too bad." Richard growled, lungs still burning from exertion.

"Wasn't too bad? I seem to recall you coming twice." Sal deadpanned.

"That would be true..."

They'd made another mess, but, it was worth it. Both of them enjoyed their afterglow quite a bit, lazing around half-on each other. Sal smelled amazing to Richards' nose. Of course, that happened when he had his muzzle buried into the dragons' neck. His balls ached a bit, but that was bound to happen after three, nearly four days with the drake. And, to be sure, he didn't mind a bit. The smile still hanging onto his muzzle cemented that. One not unlike his was glued to Sals' face as well.

"Better than TV. But, now we have to get cleaned up." Sal nudged Richard a bit, the dragons' bulk finally getting to him.

"But do we have to?" Richard whined.

"Better now, than when it dries. Then it's a bit of a mess."

Richard grumbled. The afterglow was wearing off, but it had been nice enough. But the bed was so comfy, and having a dragon-shaped pillow underneath him made him particularly lazy. Sal was having little of it though, slithering out from underneath him. Scales rubbed together as he moved.

"Going to shower." He stated.

"Bit small for two, but I'll wait out here." Richard rolled over, trying to keep the mess to himself, and not the bed. It didn't work that well.

"If there's anything in particular you'd like to do on your last full day, now's the time to think about it." Sal's voice trailed off as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Well. There was one thing they hadn't done yet. Or rather, Richard hadn't done yet. He'd have to ask the green, but chances were, he hadn't either. With a spa, there were generally a few different ways to relax. And, while they'd more than sampled some of the staffs' expertise, they hadn't gotten a massage yet! Of course, since it was all more than paid-for, it was another amenity they could check out. One of his wings cracked and popped a bit as he stretched it out. Hopefully, the storm would be gone by the time he needed to leave.

The hiss of water hit his ears, finally. Yes, a massage would be a wonderful end to the vacation. Of course, he'd still have to run it by Sal, but Richard had a feeling he would agree. Or, at least accompany him. Worst case, he'd just find something else to do while Richard enjoyed it. One of his paws felt a bit sticky...

"Well, Sal did say this tasted good..."

He licked at his forepaw. The moment the taste hit his taste buds, his muzzle scrunched up. It was intense, and incredibly salty. Likable, but too strong. Still, it didn't taste at all like what he tasted when he'd sampled Sal before. Of course, he didn't finish in his muzzle, either. At some point, Sal had finished his shower, and the bathroom door creaked open. Wet scales and all, Sal returned.

"And if you aren't becoming a deviant dragon quickly!" Sal opined, watching Richard sample himself.

"What? You said it was good, and I figured I'd at least try." He defended himself.

"It's an acquired taste, as I'm sure you've figured out already. Anyway, shower's free, so unless you want to clean yourself up like that..." Sal trailed off, only half-jokingly suggesting that.

"Hmmm..." Richard growled as he licked the last off of his forepaw.

He was almost ready to take him seriously, but there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get that. You may want to disappear, pending on how voyeuristic you are."

No sooner than Sal had suggested it, Richard was moving quickly, even for a dragon. He'd only barely gotten the last of it off of his forepaw, and the taste stuck to his muzzle. The bathroom door shut, and locked, he stuck his muzzle under the tap. Water only did so much.

"Coming!" Sal padded towards the door. It was amusing watching Richard scramble away so fast, but he put on a serious face as he opened the door.

"And how can I help you?" He spoke before he'd opened the door fully.

"That's my line, dragon." A very familiar dragoness came into view.

"Hey. Uh.... Checking in on Richard or something?" Sal heard the shower cut on.

"Yeah, basically. I was here to remind you guys that your last full day is tomorrow, and his is today. Since the storm is still raging outside, we won't force either of you out, but if travel permits, we can help you pack that day, and send you on your respective ways."

"Yeah, if we need help packing, we'll let you know. I personally didn't bring a whole lot." He glanced back, noting his phone, personal accessories, and notebook poking out of his luggage still.

"Oh, and another thing. We've been keeping an eye on you -of course- and we noted that neither of you have gotten a massage yet. Perhaps visit before you leave?" Val suggested, pointing further down the hall.

"That's an idea. We might just do that." Sal kept it brief.

"But yeah, that's what I was swinging by to say. Anything I can get you while I'm here?"

"Nothing for me, we've still got plenty of tea to drink, and not particularly hungry. Perhaps after the massage we might eat."

"Alright, let us know if we can do anything to make your last few days of your stays better!" She was getting ready to pad away before Sal spoke up.

"Wait a minute, actually. Would you guys be able to write, email, or otherwise give out your tea recipe? Richard rather likes it."

"Would have to ask Lansing, but maybe! If it's a yes, or a no, I'll drop you guys a line on your emails." She chattered over her shoulder she started walking.

"Alright, thanks!" Sal smiled. She could be useful, sometimes.

"No prob!"

Richard had as quick a shower as he did, apparently.

The blower fans turned on, and dried him quickly. The feeling of water dripping off his scales wasn't unpleasant, but the glowing, warm feeling that came when he was dry was even better. Admittedly, the bed would still need cleaning, and the luggage packing as well, but those were problems for another time. Could just buzz the staff and leave a note. Speaking of...

"Hey Sal, who was that?" He poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Val. Wanted to let you know what you already knew, in that todays' your last full day."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Was offering to help you pack, today or tomorrow. I told them that we'll let them know if we need any assistance. Also got her to look into that tea recipe." The bed was a little messy, so he leaned against it instead.

"Awesome. Thanks Sal! And, I think I might have an idea for afterwards."

"So do I. But, what's yours, first?" The green smirked.

"Massage. Neither of us have gotten one yet, I don't think." He padded out of the bathroom, scales practically glowing with cleanliness.

"Funny, that was what I was going to suggest!" Sal held back a laugh.

"Great minds think alike, I guess?" Richard did his best impression of a shrug.

"...and fools rarely differ, is the full quote. But, it is a good idea."

"Didn't know you were one for quotes." He flicked the TV on, eager to add some background noise, and to check to see if anything good was on.

"Just that one, actually. Some TV first, and then we head out?" The green moved towards the foot of the bed.

Richard grimaced. "Sooner rather than later, I think."

Endless sitcoms and reality shows were on. And, they most certainly weren't his cup of tea. Or, from the irritated groan that came from Sal, his either. He tossed the remote at the bed.

"You want to have a look through? Because I'm not seeing anything on."

Luckily, it landed in one of the clean, dry spots. Sal debated even touching the remote. He thought better of it after a moment, and used it only to turn off the TV.

"No. Can get poor-quality TV anywhere. Rather spend a bit of time doing the things that are unique to being here, than... that." He spat out the word, as disgusted as Richard had been.

"I definitely hear you about that." Richard commiserated.

"May as well head out then. But first-" He jabbed the buzzer. A voice that was unmistakably Vals' came through.

"Be right with you!" For once, the speaker worked properly.

"Forget to tell her about the messy bed?"

"It slipped my mind, honestly. Hope she isn't too upset." Sal looked away, a little embarrassed.

"Maybe."

The knock at the door surprised them both. For a dragoness, she was quick. Richard unlocked, and opened the door.

"Well, hello handsome!" She leaned in a little too close for personal comfort "Must have just showered, because you smell goooood!"

Richard glanced at Sal, before clearing his throat.

"Ahem. I did. But, anyways, Sal forgot to tell you that we uh... made a mess of things with the bed." She was still invading his personal space, but pushed past him to take a look.

"Yup. Right mess you made of the bed. Not a problem though." She moved quickly, pulling the entire bed set onto the floor, leaving the bare mattress and mattress cover atop it.

"Hope you don't mind." Sal almost squeaked.

"Not a problem, actually!" She continued working with almost frightening speed for a dragoness. Balling up the entire set of bed covers, and putting them aside on the floor.

"No stains on the protector, so you're good! I'll be back with some fresh covers in a bit."

Richard raised an eyeridge at Sal, who just sat there, and got out of Vals' way. She picked up the pile of soiled bedclothes and hobbled past the two. Richard ducked out of the doorway, and let her through as well.

"Thank you, Val." He mentioned as she passed him, and padded out into the hallway.

"Just my job, but oh boy..." She buried her nose in the ball of covers. "I should really be thanking you."

Sal had to suppress a giggle, but luckily, she padded down the hallway as quickly as she had been working before. Richard sat there, dumbstruck. It wasn't until Sal nudged the door shut did he move at all.

"Never stick your dick in crazy..." Sal spoke.

"You're the one that did. But she has the hots for me. I am so confused." Richards' brain seemed almost like a clockwork contraption that had a missing gear.

"I guess she really enjoys her job here. Perhaps a bit too much, actually."

"Agreed. She's the fun kind of crazy though."

"Of course. That being said, let's get going?"

"I feel like I should take an extra shower." Richard deadpanned.

"Nah. C'mon, let's go." He held the door open, letting the red stumble through. "You're not drunk, heh."

"No, but my brain is still a little shocked." They padded in the general direction Val pointed, Sal leading the way.

"Well, for the little help it'd be, I think you smell nice, too. Maybe not quite to that level though."

"Yeah. Whew. That's gonna stick with me long after this vacation." He shook his head.

"If anything, it'll give the staff another knot to work out in your muscles. Relax, she's got a harmless little fetish. Besides, from what I hear, they can smell better than we can anyway." Sal chattered as they walked.

"Still though, I -ugh-." He paused for a moment, shaking his muzzle.

"Best to let them have their fun, so long as it's harmless. Besides, a lot of people would think the same for the both of us. 'It's not normal' and such." They both paused at an intersection. For a lodge, this was a huge building.

"Just gonna let my brain process that another time I think. Which way, though?"

"Val only pointed in this direction, I didn't think to ask for all the directions. That being said...." He stepped into the intersection, and a sign caught his eye. "Perfect, a sign for once."

"I swear, you need a GPS to navigate the place."

"Would be handy, but these are fine too. We were going the right way, just one more intersection down, at the end of the hallway."

They kept walking, and neither of them talked much. Richard was about to ask a question, but Sal interjected first.

"And here we are!"

A single set of double doors, not unlike the ones that went to the club and bar combo, separated them from their destination. Richard grumbled, and shook one of his paws.

"Good. Maybe they can work this tic out of my leg. And uh..."

"Hmm?" Sal paused for a moment, one paw already on the door.

"Was just going to ask about how long it takes for the soreness to fade from, y'know." Richard looked away, both a little embarrassed, and making sure no one else caught his question.

"For me? About two or three hours. Maybe a few twinges afterwards if I try to run or something. For you, since it was your first time? Hmm..." He scratched at his chin for a moment. "I'd say it'll be gone after tonight, I imagine. Earlier if you want to chance pain meds."

"Thanks. I imagine it has to do with relaxing?"

"Pretty much, that and getting used to it in general. Anything else before we go in?"

"Nah, let's go."

Sal lead the way into the room. Mixed incense and fragrant oils wafted across their noses. Richard felt like he was going to sneeze for a moment, but it subsided. It was a rather simple setup, with rooms on the far walls. Some of them larger than others, and the doors had signs on them. Occupied, busy, away, free, etc. Of course, it wasn't the doors themselves that caught their eyes. It was the staff instead. Most of the doors had one attendant standing next to it. Two of them.... However, had two staff members.

"Good deal of 'em are free, it looks like. Solo session or group, I'm guessing?" Sal thought out loud.

"If you're asking, I wouldn't mind a group session."

"All the better to hear your little yips and groans, too, heh." Sal smirked.

They continued evaluating their options. However, since they opted for a group session, that made things a bit easier. A pair of foxes with curious color patterns flanked one double door set, and a pair of wolves with rather bland colors stood watch at the other. Richards' eyes flicked between both of them, unsure of what to pick. Of course, if he had to look at them while unclothed, it would have been an even harder comparison...

"The foxes look neat." Sal commented, looking at the red for his response.

"I honestly don't know. They're both eights or nines in terms of looks and interestingness. That's not even a word..." He trailed off.

"I'll choose for you then. C'mon."

They weaved around, snaking through a few throngs of people. Wasn't many, but what people were there were in tight-knit groups. Making it all the more difficult for Richard to figure out where Sal was taking them. Luckily, the walk didn't last nearly as long as getting here did. The green tugged him forwards to stand beside him, in front of the foxes.

"And how may we help you two gentlemen today?" The smaller of the two spoke, idly fiddling with a too-small towel.

"Well, if this is the massage section, we were looking forward to getting a massage for each of us." Sal spoke diplomatically.

"As a group session, I might add." Richard clarified.

"Well, you've come to the right pair!" The larger of the two spoke. While still small compared to the dragons, he had an even deeper voice than Richard.

"Come right in, then." They pulled the doors open.

Richards' mind was blown. Two huge, comfy looking padded tables awaited them. They looked easily as soft as the bed they had been sleeping on that morning. There were a few... concerning extras though. Sal shuffled through first, and a question or two died in Richards' throat. It was only equipment, after all. But some of it looked... suggestive.

"Go ahead and wait near the tables you wish to lay on, and we'll get to work in a moment!" The larger fox disappeared outside for a brief moment.

The other one padded next to Richard, glancing over the dragon. Richard did likewise, sizing the fox up a bit. His fur had more than a few dye streaks in it, but it accentuated his natural coat. A few reds, a few bright whites. A decidedly unnatural neon green streak down the tail. In comparison to his own all-natural red scales, it looked odd.

"Well, I've been hearing from a few of the others about you two. Richard, and Sal." He glanced at the two as he spoke.

"Good things, I hope?" Sal was testing the softness of the other tables' padding.

"Nothing but! I mean, other than you guys making a bit of a mess seemingly daily."

"What can I say, Richard here can't get enough of me." He smirked, flopping onto the table.

"I, er, -uhm-."

"Dragon got your tongue? Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." The smaller one moved some equipment around, rolling it to the outside edge of the room. It was rather clean-looking, a pair of sinks, some cabinets, towels. The usual.

"And so, now that the room's locked up nicely and the sign's up... What are you two interested in today? A normal massage? One with a happy ending? Do tell." The larger of the two returned.

"Hmm. One with a happy ending you say? Just like all the other happy endings the staff are keen on giving out?" Sal spoke, rolling over on the table.

"Just like that, yeah. Maybe a bit more, pending on what you'd like, personally though."

"Well now. I'd say I'll warm up with a normal massage first, and see about the rest afterwards." His pointed muzzle stared straight at Richard. "And you?"

"I suppose that wouldn't be too bad, yeah. I'll have the same, if you don't mind." He broke the staring contest, and glanced at the assistant closer to him.

"Me? Mind? Hah. We'll get you sorted." The fox noted something down on a clipboard, scribbling in a few categories.

"Just you two lay there and relax. Now, you may want to lay on your bellies, but we do have wing slots if you'd rather lay on your backs."

"As well as other ones, apparently." Sal noted as he complied.

"Easier to clean the floor than the table-chairs. Handy for larger critters like yourselves." One of them cleared their throat.

"I suppose it'd be as good a time as any to introduce ourselves. We obviously already know you, after all!" He glared daggers at the larger fox.

"Oh, right. Sal, and Richard, meet Jahon, and Jayce. That's Jayce, and I am Jahon." The larger of the two identified himself as Jahon.

"'Bout time. Usually you don't even let them start speaking before you introduce yourself..." Jayce grumbled.

"Not my fault! They're dragons, after all." Jahon shrugged, and threw his arms up, clipboard already in handpaw.

"Good meeting you two. I look forward to satisfactory performance." Sal flopped onto the table.

"And we plan on providing it! Or, at least I do anyway." Jahon cracked his knuckles.

"Hey!" He snarled at Jahon. "Don't you worry Richard, I'll make sure you get an experience as good as, or better."

The crimson gulped. Two masseurs with a competitive streak? This was going to be interesting. Another gulp as he clambered onto the table. It felt soft on his scales, and somehow already warm. If he hadn't already had a shower, it would have been really relaxing. He let himself drape his limbs over the assigned pieces as Jayce pointed them out.

"Tail would usually go here, using -this-" He rolled a funny-looking contraption in front of Richard for him to see. "But, since you're on your belly, no need for it at the moment. Anyway, forelegs here, and your back legs are where they're supposed to be..."

Sal was doing the exact same with Jahon, and a few pops and cracks already came from the other dragon. They almost sounded painful. His own joints threatened to pop and whine a bit as he relaxed into position.

"Good. Now, I should ask. Any particularly sore spots you can recall?" Jayce walked around to the front of the dragon. The whole setup felt almost clinical.

"Well, one of my wing joints, the right one was tense after getting here. Think that was due to the cold. And when dancing the other night my right foreleg twinged a little. There's also..." He dropped into an almost-whisper. "A bit of soreness under my tail. Let Sal have some fun, but uh... Don't expect you to do anything about that yet."

Jayce was already noting them down as the dragon mentioned them. He flopped the clipboard onto one of the nearby countertops after he finished talking.

"Well, we'll see what we can do. No need to be shy!" Jayce beamed.

A whimper rolled out of Sals' muzzle as Jahon got to work. Several loud pops echoed throughout the room. The bulkier fox moved softly, pressing, poking, and prodding several areas. One of Sals' legs twitched as the fox ran a paw over it.

"Bit sensitive there? It'll hurt a bit, but feel better afterwards." He almost sounded empathetic to the dragons' plight.

True to his word, Sal had to bite his tongue as he worked his magic. It felt like his soft-looking paw was made of steel, but he knew better. That was extremely knotted and tense muscles underneath his paws. But, as he rubbed, poked, prodded, and detangled, it slowly began to feel better. Richard was watching him, but Sal could only give a weak thumbs-up as Jahon continued working. It felt good, but occasional twinges of pain cost a bit of composure.

"Well, looks like your friend is a lot tenser than you look. Do a number on him? Heh. Anyways, we'll start with that foreleg." Jayce commented, chattering away while Richard remained silent. "Now, if you feel like you'll kick, let me know, and we have a few restraints we can use. Little bit of pain to make things better, after all."

It felt odd to have the foxes' small, little paws run over his scales. But, as he felt up his foreleg, he got closer and closer to the spot. A short twitch more than let Jayce know when he found it. Richard clenched his other forepaw, already feeling a bit of pain from the soft pressure. His neck popped as he relaxed a bit more. If nothing else, the pair were very skilled at what they did. An- ack!

"Oh wow, that sounded a bit more painful than usual. You alright, want a moment?"

"I... ow. Go on, though." That hurt! But, the relaxation was flooding in already. He could only hope the rest wouldn't be that painful, though.

Eventually, it felt less like the fox was stabbing him with his fingers, and more like a proper massage. He almost purred as his foreleg finally stopped sending jolts of pain through him. A few exploratory rubs and pokes, and the rest of his leg was as relaxed as it was going to get, too. Jayce knew exactly what he was doing, even if it hurt a bit. His tongue hung out a bit as he moved to his back leg.

"Know you didn't say anything about this one, but I have a feeling..." The fox sounded a bit distant.

More rubbing, and a few more tense spots, but none nearly as bad as the initial one. The soft plastic and memory foam surface of the table crinkled a little bit as he relaxed further into it. His eyes slid shut for a moment, only to jar back open when he hit a particularly tense spot. Of course, there were fewer and fewer of those as he worked his trade.

"Damn that's gooooood." Try as he might, he couldn't fight back a yawn.

"All the better!"

The fox pulled at his leg, and Richard let him move it a bit. He shifted his position a bit to get more comfortable, as well. He had no doubts that Jayce was... admiring the trunk ornaments, but that was fine. He'd get a load of them later anyways. Still, as dextrous little finger digits rubbed a little at his footpaws, he purred. Almost regretted them moving upwards, but his footpaws weren't tense. Or rather, weren't nearly as tense as the rest of him.

Sal kept grimacing, and purring in alternation. Much as Richard had tense spots, it seemed that his body had a lot more. Jahon, as his name and looks implied, was rather strong for his frame. Almost impressively so. Administering iron-like pressure to tense spots, and forcibly parting them, and knowing exactly when it was too much. He had experience, and it showed. He even picked up on the spots he hadn't mentioned, too. Experience like this didn't come cheap, and Sal knew that from experience. That being said, he would have paid for this gladly. And since Lansing was the one paying? That made it even more worth it.

His tail flicked as Jahon passed by it. The fox chuckled a bit, batting at it, and moving around it. His paws grazed over it, pressing, looking for more knotted muscles. But, luckily, he didn't find any. That was seemingly the only place Sal didn't have tense spots, though. His other back leg felt searing pain as the fox worked at it. The dragon blinked back a tear, and tasted the salt on the back of his tongue. Perhaps a painkiller would have been appropriate... but then the sheer relief afterwards wouldn't have been as great.

It was a memorable experience, to be sure. As memorable as the rest of the trip. Still, though, thoughts of work intruded into his mind. They... could wait until he was back in town anyway. Nothing was going to fall apart without him there. Well. It could, but it wouldn't be his job to deal with it. At least not right then.

"You are knotted up all over, man. Been a while since last massage?" Jahon mentioned.

"Firsssst time." Sal hissed as he poked at another sensitive spot.

"Oh wow, that would explain it. You should really pick up deep breathing or something. This much tension is unhealthy."

With each bit of pressure the lithe fox applied, Richard was melting into the table.

"There you go. Seems like I got most of the easy ones, at least. Not nearly done yet though." Jayce chattered on.

"Taaaake your time." Truth be told, Richard couldn't care less if the fox started to fondle his balls. It felt too good, and too relaxing.

"Glad it's not a timed session, heh. Most people don't ask for those."

There wasn't much back-and-forth between the two, but, it felt amazing enough to Richard. As good as his bout earlier with Sal. His brain clicked for a moment, lightbulb seemingly flashing in his mind. Hadn't Sal asked for a 'happily ever after' ending? It made him raise an eyeridge, but he bit his tongue for the moment. He'd find out soon enough anyway. With the fox finally coming back around to his front, he only just now realized that the fox had been all the way around the dragon. Staring through half-lidded eyes, he watched and waited.

"Now, there's your more easily-accessible areas... Would you like to also see about your back and wings?"

"Sure..." Richard was more than in agreement.

"Alright. Apologies if I step on any sensitive spots on the way up." Jayce had a smirk as he disappeared from view.

Was letting the fox up there such a good idea? Richard wondered, as the small paws suddenly became very apt at climbing dragons. It only took a few long, and yet quick steps for him to scrabble up onto his back. Oddly, his footpaws felt cold. The fox didn't chatter as much, now, more concentrated on not falling. While the dragon wasn't very large... it would still hurt if he fell. The fox took a few exploratory steps, noting the feel on his footpaws.

"Please don't move." Jayce asked, rather gingerly given his precarious footing.

"Don't plan on it." The crimson rumbled.

He fought back a ticklish feeling as those same paws gently gripped the upper parts of his wing. Luckily, he knew enough to not start at the bottom. That was much, much more sensitive. And for a lot of dragons, very, very pleasurable as well. Soft fur gently ran along his wing membranes, noting the tense flesh there. Nothing out of place in that regard, at least. But, as his paws wandered back to the wing itself, and further down towards the joints...

"You know those are sensitive, right?" Richard wanted to look up, but remained still.

"Of course I do! I'll be gentle." Jayce confirmed.

Of course, gentle was only the start of it. His hide got more and more sensitive the lower the groping paws got. Maybe an inch or three above the base of the joint though, the fox stopped. There was a small bit of tension there, apparently, and he started his work on it. Richard hissed a bit. It was a unique mix of intense pleasure... and more than a bit of pain. He couldn't help his tail curling from side to side.

"Would explain your tension on the way in at least... do relax, though."

"I'm... trying." Richard grimaced.

Sal craned his neck over at Richard, to see the rather uniquely colored fox squeezing, pushing, and poking at his wing joint. Only a moment or two of that, before Jahon filled his vision entirely.

"Friend seems to have some tension, or so it looks. He's in good paws, though." He reassured Sal.

"Didn't look it after earlier, heh. I assume you're about to do the same?"

"Yes, was about to ask, actually." Jahon took a moment to roll his shoulder, eliciting his own series of pops and cracks.

"Go on, then. Just be gentle on the membranes and base. Though I'm sure you already know why."

"Didn't actually learn about that until I had my first dragon. She still left with a grin on her muzzle all the same though."

He didn't allow time for much more conversation. Using the dragons' leg, and a handy step stool next to the table, he was on the greens' back in no time. It felt really odd to Sal, having the smaller, more fluffy critter on his back. He walked carefully, gauging how the dragon would react.

"Needless to say, I'd like it if you didn't move."

"Can't guarantee that, but I'll try." Sal acquiesced.

"Well, if you think you'll shift about, let me know at least. We can use some equipment to fix that, too." He walked his way forwards, and gently nudged the dragons' gaze towards the equipment they'd moved earlier.

"So that's what those are for."

"Handy for other things too, but I don't take you two as the type for that." Jahon chuckled a bit.

"...maybe on a future visit." Truth be told, Sal could already see himself hoisted up, and locked in place on the table using those. Maybe with Richard....

"Perhaps. You dragons are easy to read, though. Already thinking of that crimson and you using 'em?" He walked back a bit, already about to mirror his partner.

"Yes." Sal stated plainly.

"Well, the 'happy ending' part is next up after a few more areas, so fantasize all you want."

It took a moment, but his wing joint finally felt up to par. No doubt without the foxes' help, it would have taken days to fix itself. Perhaps never though, considering he hadn't noticed it at all. The other one was a bit quicker, with only one or two tiny knots of muscle. Something felt odd between his legs though. It wouldn't be a surprise if he had relaxed that much, but his wing joint bases hadn't even been touched! A deep rumble rolled out of his throat.

"Someone enjoying the attention?" Jayce continued his skilled work.

"A little bit more than I expected." Richard confided.

"Well... that's next up."

One of his paws gently rubbed along his joint, and the reaction was immediate. Richard shifted uncomfortably, moving the fox around a bit. He dropped to a low crouch, and hung on, using the wing joints as handles. It took a moment or two, but eventually the dragon settled down.

"Wasn't quite expecting them to be THAT sensitive." Jayce noted.

"I don't generally go for anthro partners, and even fewer even know that's a thing. So to say they're sensitive is a bit-"

"Of an understatement? Yeah, I'd say."

Jahon looked over at them, and commented.

"Every time!"

Jayce growled, and ignored him.

"What does he mean about every time?" Richard inquired.

"Well." Jayce huffed. "I generally don't hang on as well when I get to a dragons' wing joints."

"Oh." It was all Richard could say.

"Anyway, up here is done-ish. Neck next, or would you rather move on?"

"May as well go for the full treatment. Sure, fondle up my neck." Richard deadpanned.

"Be fondling more than your neck in a minute..." Jayce grinned.

Getting off the dragon was easier than climbing up for the small fox. He slid down the side with practiced ease. Something underneath his footpaws felt a bit sticky, though. It took a moment, and a quick glance, but it was obvious.

"Well. You've already made quite the mess. Good thing we've got a drain there!" Jayce noted.

"Huh? Oh. Thought I might have."

"No extra charge, heh."

He padded around the mess underneath the table, stopping in front of the dragon. Richards' face had one of the most satisfied, smug grins he'd ever seen. And that was saying something, with how often he let satisfied customers leave! Laying a finger on the bridge of his muzzle, he whispered to Richard.

"You're totally not thinking about your green, are you? No worries. We'll see what we can do to top that, though."

If dragons could blush, Richard would have. It would have been even brighter than his scales were.

It took a moment or two, but Jayce got to work immediately. Richard couldn't help but stare, as he got a close-up of the foxes' muzzle as he looked at what he had to work with. Typical thin muzzle for a fox, and his headfur was not exempt from the dyes he applied elsewhere. Little facial tics, like he was mumbling to himself, as well. Though if he were, Richard sure didn't hear it. He was so close, the dragon could smell the soap he'd used that morning. And... another scent. He opened his jaws slowly to talk, not wanting to scare the fox.

"... You like your job, don't you?" He commented.

"Of course I do! Figured you might say something about that." The facade broken, he adjusted himself blatantly.

"Just mentioning it, that's all." Richard trailed off.

"Don't worry about it. I'm here to help you, not the other way around. Unless that would help you out. But, I suspect Sal has that more than covered."

"Yeah."

He continued staring at the fox. It was taking him a rather long time to start. All the same though, he did. Eventually. The fox had no qualms with nudging the dragons' neck, prompting him to twist a bit. His throat rumbled as the Jayce poked him right in his lymph nodes. He trailed downwards, occasionally nudging at his throat, looking for tense muscle. Smells wafted into Richards' nose, distracting him greatly. The oddly-colored, dyed fox padded downwards, closer to his body, keeping up the almost invasive poking and prodding the whole way.

"Bit swollen there... have to note that down." Jayce mumbled.

"Hmm?" Now that, Richard definitely did hear.

"Your lymph nodes in your throat are mildly swollen. I'm no doctor, but you might be getting sick." He stated.

"Oh. Well, I've been with Sal, and we certainly haven't avoided crowds. So it's possible."

"Mmmhmm. Nothing else to note though. Other sides' next."

Sal tried to avoid tensing up as Jahon worked at his neck. Seeing Richard out of the corner of his eye, it seemed he wasn't much better. While the throat was another sensitive area for dragons, it shouldn't have been to this degree. It was entirely likely he was sick, or getting ready to be, at least. Jahon rolled one of the nodes around gently, and Sal sneezed.

"Bless you."

"Thanks." Sal speaking only lead to a short coughing fit. "I have a feeling that you're about to tell me I might be getting sick."

"Possible. Might be some minor irritation, or severe allergies. All the same, you might want to stock up on multi's and some tea. Maybe some pre-cooked food as well." His strong, iron-like hands worked at a tense muscle at the base of his throat.

"Great..." Sal rumbled.

Luckily, Jahon didn't spend long fondling his throat, and moved on quickly. An errant muscle here and there, but it wasn't long before he was moving around to his upper neck instead. It felt extremely odd to have a set of skilled digits moving his hide and scales around underneath his horns. Felt nice though. He purred a bit, pleased with the feeling.

"Gotten those trimmed and blunted recently?" A dull feeling on one of his horns meant the fox was touching them.

"Two or three weeks ago. "Sal stated, plainly.

"Did a good job. They're still well-maintained."

Sal debated replying, but couldn't think of anything to say. So, he didn't. As the attendant moved from his skull, to his neck proper, he relaxed a bit. Only to immediately be greeted by several loud popping noises as the fox adjusted some muscle. Each came with a somewhat sharp jab of pain, but didn't last long. His tongue fell out of his muzzle as the fox worked magic.

"Ey!"

"Hmm?" Jahon paused for a moment.

"Almost done!" Jayce was yelling across the short distance.

"Well, not quite. Only the first bits." Jahon spoke, rather deeply.

"Ugh. Fine! We'll get onto that in a bit." His own neck gave cracks and pops nearly as loud as Richards' had been.

Of course, Richard didn't mind a bit as he laid there on the too-comfy table. As clinical as the room, and tables, and all the equipment had looked, this had been a pleasantly comfortable process. They even seemed to enjoy it, as well. Jayce took a few moments to stretch, idly rubbing at the dragons' scales.

"Still up for your second part?"

"Think so. To be quite honest, I can't feel my legs or wings. You really did a number on me." Richard drawled.

"All the better to wake you up with a messy finish!" Jayce smiled.

"But uh... what do you plan on doing?"

"Pretty much whatever you want me to. Well, other than jumping in your maw, or going anywhere else inside you for that matter. That being said, I was thinking of getting a taste sample with my muzzle." He flashed his teeth at the dragon.

"Well, I'm not hungry, and, while I could think of what you're hinting at, I am... not interested in that. The blowjob sounds good, though."

"Good, because neither was I!" The sound of a belt being undone and the rustling of clothes reached Richards' eardrums.

"Should be interesting..."

There was plenty to see as the fox undressed. His small, thin body wormed its' way out of the restrictive clothing, and before long, the shirt was gone too. Soft, almost fluffy-looking fur followed his outline. Giving Richard plenty to ogle. He wasn't shy about showing it off, either. Letting Richard watch without so much as a word of protest. Of course, that may have been due to the arousal that hit the dragon on the nose harshly. The air was full of it.

He opened his maw to speak, but the fox nudged it shut. Richard huffed out a sigh, half-content to let the dyed fox do as he wished. Motors whirred as the table was elevated a bit. They whined with the heavy dragon on them, but worked as well as the day they were installed.

"And what do we have here..." Jayce mused, stepping under the table.

The dragon may not have noticed, but he was rock-hard, and dripping pre onto the tiled floor. Jayce followed the trail to its' eventual end, flowing into the drain. He shook his head, it was such a waste. Richard shifted about, getting a bit more comfortable. It took a moment or two, but the fox was more than eager to get started.

As much as he enjoyed the romp earlier, Richard shivered as the small fox underneath him ran a paw along his length. He had no doubts he'd need days, if not weeks to recover, but it'd be worth it. It'd be immensely worth it, and the feelings running through his body confirmed it. Jayce ran his digits over every bump, ridge, and crevice, noting where his knot would eventually balloon. Richard was.... Sizable, to say the least. Of course, that didn't stop the dragon from basking in the feelings that the fox was more than ready to provide.

A glance over to Sal told him that they'd more than started already. But, try as he might to focus on the other pair, Jayce kept dragging him back to their own table. While the dragon may have been big, it didn't stop the fox from trying. His tail thrashed from side to side as two paws began to stroke him. A wet tongue soon joined in. Vision was completely cut off when he scrunched his eyes shut.

"Hrrr..." He growled, letting the fox do as he wanted.

Jayce may have been doing a job, but he was enjoying it immensely. His own rod had slipped out of his sheath as he polished the dragons' length. As messy as the floor was, his muzzle and surrounding fur were beginning to rival it. Dragon pre and saliva matted his fur as he crammed as much as he could into his muzzle. The dragon was curiously flavored, and the fox couldn't wait to have a heartier sample of it. He'd be relaxing further with a smile, soon enough. The crimson shifted about above him, tail brushing against his bare fur. It coiled around him, and nudged him to continue. The feeling of scales sliding against fur was unique, and almost electric.

Richard gripped the provided handrests, more than glad for their presence. While he was no small dragon, they were more than large enough for him to squeeze, and claw at without damaging them at all. The soft, yet firm foam seemed tear-proof. All the better, since Jayce was gulping down his cock with seemingly even more eagerness than Sal had at any point. Still, it was a tight fit, and intense to Richard. A groan from across the room drew his attention, if only for a moment. The green was on his back, and Jahon was riding him with gusto. Richard was impressed that he could fit that much, but his thoughts were yanked back to his own situation quickly.

"Jayce..."

"Hmm?" Mouth full of dragon didn't let him more than rumble back at Richard.

"'bout to f-finissssh" The crimson hissed.

That wonderful pressure and tightness around his rod stopped. A high-pitched, nasal whine fell out of his nose. He was so close! And yet, the fox had stopped, but why? The table whirred again, bringing him back to just above ground level. Jayce had a massive grin on his messy muzzle, and before Richard could demand an answer, he spoke.

"Roll over, onto your back." The fox turned, and padded away for a moment.

Feeling in his limbs returned as his paws touched cold tile floor. One of his paws stepped in his own mess, but he didn't mind a bit. It was a bit odd following such a small creatures' command, but he allowed it. For now, at least. And besides, if he was prepping for what Richard wanted to do... It would be an acceptable compromise. The noise of a cap popping, and Jayce hissing told him it could be only that.

"Little cold?" Jahon poked at his partner.

"Yesssss."

"Heh. I'm telling you, keeping a heatpack in the same drawer works wonders!"

Messy squelches came from Sals' lap as Jahon worked at the only thing that could be called tense that was left on his body. Incredible tightness wrapped around his rod, and his tongue lolled out of his muzzle. He'd expected Jahon to just... let him finish in his muzzle, but this was something else entirely! His legs twitched randomly at the sheer intensity of it all, and his lungs ached for air. If this was going to be the finale for the trip, and the visit, this would be one of the crowning experiences of the vacation. Paws wrapped around the grips, he squeezed violently, only able to ride out the experience.

It was a little uncomfortable laying on his back, but he made do. Of course, it was much easier when Jayce was giving him a show. Rolling his head to the side, he shifted about on the table. Watching the fox prep himself was... interesting, to say the least. Already, by the time he'd looked over, he had stuffed three digits into himself, almost up to the second knuckle, even. His tongue hung out of his scaled muzzle, panting as he waited for the attendant to attend to himself.

"Plan on stuffing your entire hand in there?" Richard couldn't help but poke at the fox.

"Maybe... Going to be a stretch to say the least." He somehow kept his voice steady, despite the wet, squelching sounds coming from underneath his tail.

"Can't say it won't be interesting to watch you try."

"No customer left unsatisfied..." Jayce trailed off, adding more lube to the mess.

It didn't take much longer for him to finish up, though. His shapely, lithe body flowed through the space as he walked. Giving Richard a show all the while. Of course, it also didn't take him long to clamber into the dragons' lap, either. Richard rumbled as soft fur leaned against his rod. Jayce looked almost uncertain, but a glance over to Jahon and Sal seemed to solidify his resolve.

"Having second thoughts?" Richard questioned.

"Sort of." Jayce deadpanned.

"Can always just use your muzzle again..."

"Well. That'd be letting Jahon win. And, I can't have that."

Richard was about to fire back a reply, but a hard stare from Jayce told him that was unwise.

"Besides. It'll work." The fox stated with finality.

He didn't give the crimson time to challenge his statement, either. His tail flicked to the side, and his handpaws grasped at the log of dragonmeat underneath him. The fur felt warm to the touch, almost overheated where his legs touched the dragons' scales. But, that was nothing compared to the feeling when he slowly speared himself. Richard hissed, and squeezed his forepaws tight. Before his eyes scrunched shut as well, he noted a look of blissful rapture on the foxes' muzzle. And a hearty, hard-as-steel rod, leaking pre.

"Use- thegrips if you need to." Jayce managed to sputter out.

He took the suggestion to heart immediately, grabbing the mentioned foam-covered grips with force only a dragon could generate. It was a shocking surprise that they didn't crumple up with the squeezing pressure Richard exerted on them. Even so, that paled in comparison to the warm, tight, wetness wrapping itself around his rod. The dragon shook as the fox slowly slid down onto the rod. A wet waterfall of pre made even more of a mess of his scales. Another shower would be required. Not that he minded at all.

Sal resisted the urge to grip the fox in his lap, and slam him downwards. But, the fox was doing a good enough job of that himself, anyway. Already, he was nearly three-fourths of the way lodged inside him as he plunged downwards again. It'd be unlikely that he'd take him to the root, but with the way he was trying, and the determined look on his muzzle... Sal wasn't quite sure if he'd quit the challenge. Either way, his rod felt steel-hard, and Jahons' rippling insides were threatening to bring him over the edge whether or not he wanted it. And oh boy, did he want it. His lungs burned, and his forepaws hurt from strangling the grips, but he definitely wanted to finish. Desperately.

"Hah... heh... You want to finish inside, I see." Jahon stated, barely managing a weak chuckle.

Sal could only nod, barely even able to coordinate that much. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his wings itched something fierce. It was a sort of "If anyone touches these, I'm going to explode"- kind of feeling. All the same, his body tensed up even more with every dropping, rolling fall onto his spear of dragonmeat. It was trouble enough coordinating his breaths, and this fox was determined to milk him for every last drop, it seemed. As it turned out, his body was more than fine with that arrangement. Coursing underneath his scales, time almost stopped for the dragon as the first shot of many roped into Jahon. This time, his roar wasn't choked in the slightest, and he bellowed out his conquest. Or rather, that his conquest had most certainly taken him all the way to the root.

Richard resisted the urge to cover his ears. Sal could put out quite the noise level when he wanted to, and this time was the first time he'd ever heard him roar quite so loudly. A glance over more than told him why. The lack of a knot didn't stop the waterfall of dragonseed from flowing out of Jahon. Plugged as he might be, every spurt from Sal managed to wash right back out of him. Still, more than a bit remained inside, and, from the awkward view Richard managed to see that Jahon had his own moment of bliss as well. Comparatively, it was lost in the sea of dragon-based mess, though.

"You're next up. He started early anyway." Jayce stated.

Richard could only roll his eyes. If this feeling lasted forever... it would have been perfect. Perfectly heavenly, and perfectly hellish at the same time, though. Still perfect, in his opinion, though. Even so, he felt the tell-tale feeling of his knot slowly inflating. And when that was beginning to happen... orgasm was right behind.

Still, Jayce showed no signs of stopping. He'd already taken his breeding rod to just below the knot, and the knot wasn't slowing that down at all. The bulbous flesh was still inflating, but Jayce was still popping it into, and out of himself with every drop into the dragons' lap. It was bliss for Richard, and his higher faculties quite nearly shutdown with the overwhelming sensations. Still, his lungs burned, and Jayce was right behind him, panting heavily.

Richard did his best to hold back, but Jayce was having none of it. Another pop of his knot into the foxes' well-used ass, and a paw below the knot was too much. Far too much sensation for the dragon. One of his forepaws came up, and gripped Jayce. He yelped in surprise as the dragon began to buck his hips into the fox. Luckily, all the preparation earlier eased the process greatly. But, to say it was overwhelming for both parties would be an understatement. It was immensely overwhelming. A huge wallop of pleasure, and a bit of tension as Richard worked himself into, and out of the fox. Luckily, he could only keep it up for a few thrusts before his knot locked him inside.

"Hhhhrrrrr." Richard growled deeply.

While Jayce wasn't expecting him to take charge, he was expecting him to knot. Or, at least try to. Wouldn't be the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, but, it was as overwhelming and intense as every other time it had happened. The feeling of the too-warm dragonrod being embedded inside him was filling. His own prostate was being shoved against, and as Richard pushed what little he could inside him, it made him see stars. A few strong bursts of pre practically flew out of his cock, with the finale moments behind.

Wet splatters hit Richards' scales as he felt Jayce finally orgasm. How the fox had held out for so long, he didn't know. With that said though, his own orgasm was rushing to the forefront of his mind. Even with a paw 'assisting' the fox in taking more of his breeding tool, it wasn't happening. But, with his knot embedded inside him, that was good enough. With the rippling feeling working his flesh as Jayce emptied his balls, the dragon was close behind him. A fierce snarl fell out of his throat as his brain went blank. The first of many hearty pulses roped into the oddly-colored fox. He was so tightly plugged, the dragon could feel his heartbeat. And, he had no doubts the fox could feel his, too.

Jayce groaned as the dragon shot rope after rope of sticky, steaming-hot dragoncum into him. It did a little to soothe the ache he had after being knotted so roughly. But, it felt amazing, in spite of that. His tail wrapped around the dragons' balls, feeling as they pulsed with every shot. A warm sense of contentedness... and fullness washed over him. The mess on the dragons' scales matted his fur a bit, but he didn't care in the slightest. Warm, satisfied, and content, he listened to the dragon rumble his own satisfaction. His mind struggled to find something witty to say, but a warm smile from Richard told him it wasn't needed. They stayed stuck together for a while, the crimson purring nearly the whole time.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine. Should have expected it."

The hiss of a showerhead cut on. Richard rolled his head over to see Jahon starting to hose himself, and Sal off. A long hose stretched from one of the sinks. It looked to have pretty good pressure, too.

"Mind hooking mine up as well? I'm going to be... stuck a while."

"Two-fox show. Of course I can." Jahon agreed.

Sal basked in the attention he was receiving. He felt more than a bit pampered, to say the least. The drains in the floor made a bit more sense now, at least. It felt like he was the king of his domain, and enjoying a shower prepared by one of his servants... It took a moment to clear his head by shaking it. Silly fairy tales. But, the feeling of all the mess being cleaned off of his scales was as pleasant as the earth-shattering orgasm he had moments ago.

"Thank you." He meekly spoke.

"It's my job. Have to say it was enjoyable, though." Jahon rumbled, ignoring the mess already staining his fur.

"Still. It was good."

"Of course it was! Jahon always does a good job!"

"Maybe next time we swap?" Richard idly scratched at Jayces' back, parting the fur there.

"...maybe. Sal looked really messy." The fox looked almost curious.

"And already you're fantasizing about next time!" Jahon chuckled.

"Oh, hush you!"

"Predictable. Not a bad thing, though."

It took a while, but eventually Jayce managed to pop himself off of the dragons' softening rod. He was every bit as much a mess as Jahon was. The other fox scurried over to hook up the requisite equipment as Jayce clambered down. It took but moments before he was rinsing Sal once more. Walking was awkward for Jayce, but he made do.

"Gonna wash you up... and then we can send you on your way." He bit his lip a bit.

"You almost sound like you regret letting me leave." Richard chuckled.

"A little bit. I'm sure the soreness will remind me why it was a good idea later." The fox managed a half-smile.

With both of them working at their respective dragons, it wasn't long until they were both clean. If a bit wet. After they'd rinsed the mess off, and did a bit of scrubbing for the more hard-to-get stuff, they convened for a moment. It took only a moment, and both of them peering past each other, but they came to an agreement quickly. A few bottles got put away, before they padded back to the dragons.

"Well, we both agree on one thing, at least. You guys don't need scale polish today." Jayce stated.

"And, if you'll both step this way, we can get you dried off in a hurry. As much as Jayce would like it, a round two is out of the question." Jahon ticked off a list as the dragons got to their feet.

"To be entirely fair, I'm not sure I could do a round two."

"Same." Richard agreed with the green.

The dryers were both larger, and louder in the massage room than the room they were staying in, and so, they got dried off much more quickly. Even with two nigh-full-grown dragons drying themselves at the same time. Both Jayce and Jahon were cleaning each other off, letting the wastewater flow into the drains, and cleaning the tables as well.

"Safe to leave now?" Richard asked as they stumbled towards the doors.

"Of course! Have a lovely evening!"

"Take care, you two!" Sal pushed for the doors, nearly dragging Richard with him.

"Holy fuck, man." Richard ambled out of the double doors, leaving the all-too-happy pair of foxes behind in the room.

"That was pretty good." Sal stretched out one of his forelegs. They did an amazing job of melting away his tension. In more ways than one.

"Yeah. But damn, was that painful at points!" He grimaced, recalling moments ago.

"I agree wholeheartedly. But, now, after that, I feel really, really relaxed and limber. Totally worth it."

The two kept chatting as they went, discussing the events of the past hour or two. Both of them were as relaxed as could be, even more so than when they'd been drinking. It was an easy, smooth kind of relaxation too. The sort where nothing could shock them or go wrong.

"Lemme scan the keycard." Richard tapped his against the scanner. It beeped, and let them in.

"Whew, never expected that to be...- So tiring." Sal interrupted himself, then continued as he walked in.

"What, what is it?" Richard followed the greens' awkward half-steps inside.

"Oh. This is definitely fine." Sal had a wide grin on his face.

A certain blue-scaled Val Crosse was on their bed, tied up, and blindfolded. Nick was standing beside the bed, with a grin to match Sals'. Richards' muzzle hung open. What exactly was going on here... and what was about to happen?

"Well, looks like you two got back just in time. Since Richard is leaving tomorrow... I figured you guys could do with a going-away present to remember your time here by."

"Is it them? Are they here? Are you messing with me again?" Her tail twitched, scrunching up the bedcovers.

"Maybe." Nick answered.

Richard held his muzzle in his paws, and groaned. She REALLY wanted into his pants. But, with her like this, and already in his bed, it'd be easy enough...

"Richard?"

"Sal."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Pends on what you're thinking. I, personally am about to counteract against what you said earlier." He smirked.

"Oh boy. Care for a round two of the other day?" Sal had his own grin, never even fading a jot.

"Let's see how this works out..."

Nick watched the two move closer. Of course they'd enjoy the idea! And it was easy enough to get Val to agree, too. After he'd caught her sniffing the used bed covers, it was only a matter of putting the idea in her head. She was smart, and came up with the rest herself. Now with the other two more than playing along with it, he'd have something to watch himself...

-Fin!

(Authors' Notes. Well. It's out finally, at the very least. Recent family and overall life drama has kept me off-kilter for most of the past three weeks. You guys won't hear about it until I eventually post a journal about it. Probably will in a week or two, honestly.

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