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Blaine huddled against the back of the bus as the wind whipped around her. She tucked her bushy tail under her belly and pulled her knit cap down tighter over her short hair as the the sleet and rain burrowed into her clothing, quickly soaking into her fur. Most bus routes in Holzberg hadn't yet been fully adapted for larger creatures like her; the best they had done was slap on a covered platform with a guard rail on the back of some buses. She couldn't exactly blame them. Up to a year ago, the isolated mountainside city hadn't had any nonhuman residents. It was only after a recent tourism boom that Holzberg had really started to attract any visitors. The addition of a massive ski resort nearby had only drawn more crowds, including Blaine herself. She worked there as part of the ski patrol in the winter, and a tour guide in the summer.

Her large, four legged snow-leopard body was perfect for navigating the slopes mountain, whether for search and rescue, or just a guide. Unfortunately, being a taur roughly the size of a pony meant that many amenities of the city were denied to her. Bars and restaurants rarely had room for her, local movie theaters didn't sell her tickets, and much to her annoyance, she hadn't found a single date since she'd moved here. She couldn't find a single person, of any species, that hadn't been put off by either her size, her appearance, or her extra equipment. Blaine had always considered herself more feminine, but like all chakats she was a functional hermaphrodite.

Back home, she had been highly social, and had been considered attractive enough that she could readily find dates or flings when she was feeling antsy. It was hard suddenly being the outcast here, and she hadn't really been feeling herself lately. She'd missed some days at work, and when her boss had confronted her about it, he'd suggested talking to a therapist. Fortunately for Blaine, a quick online search had shown that a clinic specializing in care for non-human residents had recently opened here. A phone-call later, and she was heading there for a consultation. Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating, and the passage of the bus through the rain seemed to pull every drop into the open air platform on the back. Despite her thick fur, Blaine was drenched and shivering by the time the bus pulled to a stop outside the clinic. Or at least it was supposed to be a clinic. The building in front of her was huge. It looked more like an enormous warehouse, or maybe an industrial building, than a health clinic. It was a flat sided, flat topped, concrete monster. Blaine wondered if she'd gotten the right address, until she saw the extra-large double doors and the sign above them in a tasteful calligraphy.

"Holzberg's Health and Wellness Retreat."

Resigned to what would she expected to be a miserable experience, Blaine headed towards the entrance. She opened the doors, and stepped inside, dripping onto the stone tiles of a surprisingly tasteful lobby. The floor was a rusty travertine tile, and the walls red brick. Low barriers separated seating areas, with beds of flowers atop them. At the far end of the lobby was a large reception desk, built of the same brick as the walls, with an honest to god hearth build into one side of it. An older vixen sat behind the desk, her muzzle and red hair peppered with streaks of gray. Her green nurse's scrubs had the name tag 'Patricia' embroidered into it. As Blaine padded towards the desk, the receptionist behind it started speaking before she looked up.

"Hello, welcome to the Retreat. Are you a member or-" The nurse finally lifted her head as Blaine's wet, slapping footsteps drew her attention "Oh, sweetie, are you all right?" The woman stood immediately and came around the desk, looking with concern up at Blaine.

"Um, yeah, I just got stuck in the rain. I'm Blaine Parsons, I'm here for an appointment." Blaine couldn't quite keep her teeth from chattering.

"Of course dear, you had the noon consultation?"

Blaine nodded, rubbing her arms.

"Okay, I'm Patricia, I spoke to you on the phone yesterday. Let me just check you in."

The matronly fox stepped back behind the counter. Blaine heard her clicking on a computer, and then the clatter of a phone handset. "Mary, do we have any guests in the lodge room? Okay, could you get it set up? Doctor Sandoval's noon appointment showed up and the poor thing is soaked to the bone."

Blaine couldn't help but be annoyed as the receptionist hung up the phone. She didn't exactly appreciate having her current misery spread around. Still, maybe they were just trying to find her somewhere she wouldn't soak the furniture. She followed the receptionist through another set of doors, leaving the comfortable lobby for a slightly more clinical hallway. The floor was still actual tile, but the walls were painted in clean white. Blaine saw a handful of other employees walking around in their green scrubs, but all the other patients seemed to be cruising the halls in thick, fluffy spa robes. There were a surprising number of them; Blaine hadn't thought Holzberg had this many non-humans yet, but here they were. Solo or in groups, a veritable rainbow of species walked the halls, many of them smelling of incense or scented oils. Finally they arrived at the lodge room. Patricia swung open the door for her, and Blaine came to a halt as she stepped inside.

The lodge room could only be named that because it looked like a rustic lodge. Not like a facade of one, but like Blaine had literally just stepped into a cabin on the mountainside, complete with the fresh scent of pine and bay windows that looked over a bright green valley. Or at least displays that showed an image convincing enough she couldn't tell the difference. There were couches big enough for even her to lounge on, and a massive fire-place with a rug in front of it. The vixen entered the room behind her, hustling across the room to a counter and cabinets build along the far wall. A moment later she was lifting out a thick folded bundle of fabric and carrying bringing it over to the taur. Another fluffy looking robe, sized for Blaine. "Here dear, the door has a privacy lock if you want to get changed into something dry. There's more towels down there, and some warm cider on the counter. Doctor Sandoval should be with you shortly."

Blaine took the robe in confusion. Her name was already stitched on the front of it. "What is this place? I thought this was a health clinic, not a spa."

"It's a bit of both dear. Health and wellness start with your environment. It's hard to feel well, when you're soaking wet and cold." The vixen smiled at her and stepped out of the room, leaving the feline taur alone. She hesitated a moment before shrugging and clicking the privacy lock on the door. Blaine began undoing the buttons on her top as she went to retrieve more towels from the counter. She wasn't about to complain about drying off, even if it was weird for them to have a robe with her name on it. She took off her coat, and her shirt beneath of it, revealing the black spotted creamy fur of her chest to the warm air of the cabin. She lay her top on the stone in front of the fireplace and curled up to unlace the loose trousers that were snugged up around her haunches.

Peeling of the cold fabric was a relief, and they quickly joined her top. Blaine finally started toweling herself off in front of the fire, letting the heat aid the absorbent cotton in drying her fur. The fluffy fabric was almost sinfully soft, and pleasantly reminded her of having another's fur rubbing against her own. She couldn't help but linger a bit long with the towel caressing her breasts before finally moving on to her back. There was something a bit exciting to be nude and exposed in a strange place like this; it was just too bad she had no one to share it with.

She ignored the temptation to take some relief herself, and instead quickly finished drying her lowers before she could get distracted. She was just slightly damp still when she threw the warm robe on and grabbed a mug of steaming, spiced cider from the thermos on the counter. She had just enough time to settle down in front of the fire with her drink when there was a soft tapping on the door, and a deep voice filtered through it. "Ms. Parsons? It's Dr. Sandoval. May I come in?"

Blaine had to double check that her robe was long enough to leave her decent, "Yes, one second." She hurried over to undo the privacy lock once she was sure that she wasn't going to be flashing her new doctor. When the door opened, and the doctor stepped through, Blaine backpedaled instinctively, once again astounded by this place. Sandoval was a long, serpentine, quadrupedal dragon that was large enough even she felt intimidated. A white doctor's gown, tailored for his feral body, covered much of his midnight blue fur, but enough showed through around his neck and tail that Blaine could see it was shot through with odd streaks of electric white. A long, feathery blue mane started between his antler-like horns and ran all the way down to a plume at the end of his tail. His fur ended just above his ankles, and all four paws were covered in fine white scales. The long delicate looking toes on his front limbs looked more like fingers. The dragon's muzzle was a narrow, refined even, with two long, thin tendrils hanging off the end. The little appendages swayed and moved like snakes, covered with the same dark blue fur as the rest of him.

Blaine had never met an eastern dragon before. She didn't know much about them, but all of a sudden she found herself very interested in learning. She stared openly at her doctor, and it was only when she looked up and met his keen golden eyes that she realized he was staring just as hard back. After a moment the dragon seemed to shake himself and cleared his throat. His ears swiveled towards her as he spoke. "Hello Ms. Parsons, I understand you had a bit of a rough time getting here." He lifted one of his snowy scaled hands from the floor to offer her a handshake. She almost felt like she was in a trance as she accepted the handshake. His delicate looking claws curled around her hand carefully, just barely squeezing. He held her hand for a long moment before releasing it.

"Um, Blaine. You can just call me Blaine." She mumbled, trying to get her thoughts back on track.

"Okay. I'm Doctor Baltasar Sandoval, you can use whatever combination is comfortable for you, though most of my staff call me Balto. Shall we sit? I have a few questions to get started with." He had a faint accent Blaine couldn't quite place. Spanish, maybe.

Blaine nodded and then shivered as the dragon brushed by her, his tail gently brushing against her side as he passed. The stray touch sent an electric thrill through her, which she stifled. She followed him to the sitting area, and clambered up onto a couch, laying her lower body carefully down so that her robe didn't flap up. The dragon gracefully coiled his body onto the opposite couch, and reached into the front of his gown to retrieve a plus-sized clip board and pen that were hanging around his neck. One of the thin barbels on his snout wrapped around the pen, and proved its dexterity by writing as the doctor held the clipboard in one hand. Blaine had to fight to keep from staring. She'd never seen a dragon up close, and certainly not one of the exotic serpentine dragons like this. She wanted to admire the impressive looking creature, but she also didn't want to be rude. She settled for staring at the fire, only occasionally glancing at Baltasar.

"So, your appointment says that you are in for a mental welfare consultation. I've had a chance to look over your medical history, and I see that this is the first time you've seen a therapist. To start with I'd like to ask you what prompted your visit with us today?"

Blaine was quickly reminded that this was in fact a clinic, dragons, robes and spiced cider notwithstanding. "Well, I used to be pretty active, socially. I used to have a pretty big circle of close friends," and lovers, she added mentally, "but every since I moved here for work I'm been feeling pretty isolated."

The doctor nodded, his pen moving nearly silently across his clipboard as he noted what she was saying. "May I ask how long ago you moved here?"

"A little under a year ago."

"And have you noticed any changes in lifestyle or behavior since you moved?"

Blaine started recounting things that had changed over the last few months. "I'm sleeping more, but I don't ever feel rested. My appetite is all over the place. Some days I don't want to eat at all, some days I eat everything in the fridge. Um, I've gained some weight." There wasn't really any point to lying about her weight. She wasn't fat, but there had definitely been a little extra cushion around her body recently.

The dragon continued to ask careful questions, and soon Blaine was admitting to changes that she hadn't even noticed. When he asked how often she left the house for things other than work or obligations like grocery shopping, Blaine realized that she couldn't remember the last time she'd done so. When he asked how often a day that she made physical contact with another person outside of what was required for work, she couldn't remember that either.

"Do you find your work satisfying and fulfilling?" He asked, after she'd come to realize that nearly her entire social life was based around her job.

"Oh yeah, I actually love my job. I mean, I've actually saved people's lives on the mountain. My first month there I dug someone out of an avalanche. I'm good at what I do, and I get plenty of recognition, but it all feels distant. I don't think I've ever been invited to hang out with coworkers after hours, or socialized outside of the work day. I've even asked people out on dates, but there's only like, two restaurants in the city that I can get a table at and so far I've had no takers."

Baltasar nodded as she elaborated perhaps a bit too much. After a moment his pen went still and he fixed her with an earnest stare. Blaine couldn't look away from his sharp gaze as he spoke. "This next question is embarrassing for some, but it's important you answer it honestly. Have you felt satisfied with your sex life since you got here?"

"Um, no. I haven't had a sex life. Not since I moved."

Baltasar blinked, seeming surprised for just a moment before setting his pen and clipboard aside, addressing her more intently. "Our practice is more than a health clinic. We focus on the whole health of our patients, including mental and social health. Normally this is a complicated process. There are not only the individual needs and tastes to account for, but the physiological and psychological needs of the various species. In this case though, it seems pretty clear cut what is bothering you."

He waited a moment, raising one furry eyebrow as if asking for permission to continue. Blaine nodded, eager to hear her diagnosis.

"Chakats are a highly socially adapted species. Much of your body's ability to balance itself is reliant on interaction and physical contact. I see from your medical records that you've had a recurring prescription for birth control, and have come in several times for STI testing with various partners. Very smart by the way. Up until recently, you were a healthy, outgoing, sexually active individual. But hermaphroditic species frequently have a hard time socially in gender binary cultures, which I would guess has been aggravated by your size and shape making many partners incompatible. To top it off, large life changes like moving often times can be triggers for episodes of depression. So you are trying to fight off a mental imbalance, lacking the critical social circle necessary for your species." The dragon paused and took a breath, "To put it bluntly, you need to make some friends, and preferably find some form of satisfying intimacy."

_I need to get laid._She thought to herself, and couldn't restrain the wry smile on her face. "Tell me something I don't know, doc."

Baltasar returned her smile with a more cheerful one. "Well, fortunately you've come to the right place. Our clinic is a sponsored and certified medical facility with a number of governments, and they cooperate with us to help establish a number of 'support groups'." The dragon actually raised his hands to make air quotes around the words. "It is a broad term we use for regulatory reasons. Some of them are actually in depth group-counseling, with multiple therapists present, such as our widowers group. Others are more loosely organized singles functions. We're still establishing ourselves here in Holzberg, but I believe we already have several gatherings each month here."

"Oh!" Blaine's tail flicked in annoyance at herself. She should have looked into this months ago.

"Also, we offer a membership program we call the Wellness Club. We like to focus on a holistic approach to health here, so in addition to fully qualified physicians and nurses, membership will provide access to gyms, spas, and other recreational facilities that are all adapted for hosting larger species and those with non-standard anatomy. These will provide potential social outlets for you, but even if you just feel like going alone, they are freely available. Certain services, like massage or personal training, must be scheduled in advance, but all that information is available in the membership material." Blaine was starting to hope that membership here wasn't too expensive, it didn't sound like something she wanted to pass up.

After a moment's pause, Doctor Sandoval spoke again. "Finally, we have a service that is 'off-the-menu' so to speak. Sexual health is important for everyone, but some species use sex as an important bonding exercise. For certain members, like Chakats, we can provide more direct relief."

Blaine found herself catching her mug of cider as it nearly tipped from her hands. "You mean like a 'happy ending'?" She was the one doing air quotes with her free hand this time.

"Something like that," Baltasar grinned. "If you decide to become a member, and you agree to a thorough health screening, we have trained volunteers that will lend a hand, or more."

"I hope you're a volunteer." The words spilled out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Blaine froze out the couch, even her twitching tail growing still. There was no denying that she found the dragon attractive. Blaine had only ever been with others of her species before, but something about the dragon was enticing her away from her usual preferences. Maybe the way his handsome stormy fur rippled over his lithe frame. Maybe the confidence that he addressed her with. Maybe it was even the way those sinuous little tendrils on his nose flexed and twitched. None of it was a good excuse for her to just blatantly proposition him in a professional setting. "Sorry, that just came out came out." She apologized lamely

Baltasar waved away her apology. "It's fine. I'm not insulted at all." He actually looked quite the opposite, "Listen, truth be told, I did volunteer for a rotation on the list, but that was some years ago. It would take months before I could be re-certified for it." Blaine nodded, partly in relief that he hadn't been upset, and partly in disappointment that he _wasn't_a volunteer. Then he shocked her once again as he licked his lips and spoke. "However, if you are comfortable with me signing your care over to another doctor, I believe we could work something out on a more personal basis."

The leopard's heart hammered in her chest, and she felt suddenly quite warm. "Um, are you asking me on a date?"

He nodded at her, "I suppose I am. This is about as far as this conversation can go until I re-assign your file. I'm going to go ahead and recommend that you still become a member here, as I think our services would be useful to you. I also am going to recommend taking our health screening. It will help determine if you have any underlying health issues that are aggravating your social withdrawal. It will also provide you access to the volunteers if you decline my invitation." He wrote a few more things down on his clip-board, and then stood from his couch. Blaine was still trying to figure out how to respond when the dragon approached her, his long ribbon of a body swaying as he walked. He produced a business card from a slot on his clip-board.

"I'm going to have to run up front and hand you off to another doctor. Protocol requires that I recuse myself from your care at this point whether you say yes or no. However, if you do say yes, my next day off is Thursday. My number is on the bottom." He handed the card to her, the milk white scales of his hand brushing over her fur just slightly.

"Um, dinner? Dinner on Thursday I mean? Yes to a date on Thursday; would you like to go to dinner with me?" She finally stammered.

"That sounds lovely. You should give me a call later. I'm afraid I really do have to run now though; I'm still on the clock." He winked at her, and Blaine just smiled giddily.

This had turned out to be a much better day than she had expected.

Blaine ended up joining the Wellness Club. Membership was surprisingly cheap, with the clinic being heavily subsidized by various national health services. It wasn't free, but it wasn't any more than she paid for her internet. The tour of the facilities had sold her on the value. The squat-warehouse like building was packed full of goodies. There were gyms and spas that offered massage and grooming services, two different full-service restaurants, with spaces for large creatures, and even a small theater. The auditorium altered between stage plays and new film releases, and it had platforms off to the side where she could actually watch a show.

She'd come away from the health screening with a clean bill. A blood test, a urine test, and an uncomfortably intimate physical exam had showed that she was a very stressed, but otherwise healthy adult chakat. She was tempted to see if the schedule was open for one of the volunteers that Baltasar had mentioned, but she decided she'd rather save herself for the upcoming date.

Thursday was three days away, and Blaine spent nearly all of it feeling like a nervous teenager again. It had been so long since she'd been out with anyone that she was worried she'd screw something up. She took advantage of the gym in her free time, hoping that exercise might help burn away some of her frenetic energy. The thought of potentially having sex with the handsome dragon had her worked up to no end. Her shift at work Thursday morning was torture. With the ski slopes closed for the off-season, Blaine worked as a park ranger and guide for the summer attractions. The ski resort offered some extensive hiking trails, camping spots, and a long web of zip-line tours. The chakat was glad that her uniform was all concealing. She found herself constantly fighting errant erections, and she was fairly certain her backside would look like a mare in heat with the way her daydreams were constantly focused on the night ahead.

She took off work a couple hours early Thursday afternoon to go home and get changed. She wanted to look her best tonight. The leopard spent nearly an hour cleaning and grooming herself, brushing out her thick fur and short white hair until they were soft as a feather. She carefully brushed in some pigment over her eyes, giving the fur there a soft blush, and selected her outfit. She picked her trustiest clothing, a traditional two piece from her homeland that had won her many a pleasant night. She just hoped the nearly tribal-style garb was equally attractive to her date.

Like most of her wardrobe, it was a loose fitting, billowy affair. The top was several layers of red silk, folded together so that they were nearly indistinguishable. The silk looped just around her neck and chest, leaving her shoulders and navel bare. Several strings of silver discs ran down the front and back, which rang softly as she moved. Her bottom was a similar piece, with more silver discs over her hips, running down her back legs. She had heard a human describe them as 'Chakat-style harem pants'. Between them, there was a long stretch of bare fur all the way along her underbelly, between her front legs up to her stomach. As a final touch she added two silver bracelets, and four filigreed anklets, so that every step she took set off a cascade of delicate chimes across her body. Finally satisfied, she texted Baltasar. 'Hey, on my way. Should be there in 20.'

She hadn't even made it out the door yet when a reply chimed on her phone. 'Perfect, I just got in queue for a table.'

Blaine felt giddy as she hopped on the bus. There was no rain to spoil her evening this time, and she had to focus on taking her mind off of her fantasies. Unlike her work uniform, the fabric of her clothes tonight wouldn't do much to hide it if she sprouted a hard-on right now. The restaurant was one of the two at the wellness center. It wasn't exactly five-star fare, but it wasn't anything to sniff at, and it had chefs on hand who specialized in many foreign dishes, including some that Blaine had been missing from home. The restaurant was indoors, but managed to pull of a convincing fake night sky and almost tropical atmosphere. Stone and plaster water features and real plants filled empty spaces and provided privacy between the booths. Soft music, almost unintelligible, and the delicious smell of food filled the air. Being set up for species like her and Baltasar meant seating was limited and the line was disproportionately long, but up near the front of it the dragon was waiting for her.

He seemed to have gone to great length to dress up as well. Baltasar was wearing a festive black and red coat ruffled coat, with elaborate designs of white lace stitched into it and a gold sash settled around his hips. He turned to face her when he heard her tinkling steps, and she was struck by how his fur had been groomed to a sheen, so that the light reflected off the jagged white stripes like actual lightning. A beaming smile split his face as he spotted her. "Wow, you look amazing."

"Um, thanks! You too, Baltasar."

"Please, you can call me Balto." He purred sidling up next to her so that he just made contact with the bare fur along her side. After a moment, she stretched up to give him a brief hug around his neck. Blaine didn't want to seem too forward, but she also definitely didn't want to give the impression that she wasn't interested. She wished she could slip back into the casual flirting that she was used to, but for some reason she was over analyzing everything. She took a deep breath and offered her date a smile. "Sorry, Balto. I'm kind of nervous. It's been a long time."

"Don't worry," He laughed, "you're not the only one." The dragon glanced at her, and leaned in to speak more softly. "I don't want this to come out wrong, because it's honestly very unprofessional. I have always wanted to meet a chakat. Most of you guys never leave your home though, so I've never had the chance. When I saw your file hit our system I actually requested to be your doctor. So this whole thing is like a dream come true for me."

"Oh great, no pressure then." She teased, but in reality she was more than flattered. Her tail lashed excitedly, and her hips chimed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

Their table was called and they followed the waiter to a secluded booth, surrounded on all sides by bushy ferns and trees. There was plenty of space for them both to recline, and the table was at just the right height that each of them could easily reach it. The waiter stayed with them until they'd placed their order, and then left them in private. The stormy-furred dragon started conversation even before the drinks had arrived. "So you work up at the Snow-Bowl resort?" He asked eagerly.

"Oh! Yeah, one of the owners was specifically scouting for non-human employees. They offered to pay most of my moving expenses to work there. They say it's because they're so focused on building a diverse work-force, but I think they really want us as sort of another tourist attraction."

"Well, you are certainly attactive." He purred over the table at her, grinning as he flirted.

Blaine soon found herself relaxing, her nervousness about the night washing away as the dragon continued to inquire about her life, taking every opportunity to pepper in more compliments. He left no doubt that he was as interested in her as she was in him, and by the time their food arrived she was becoming more active in the conversation, taking turns to question her date and learn more about him. Balto was an expat twice over apparently, having moved with his family when he was very young, and then again to Holzberg as an adult. He had arrived in the city shortly before Blaine herself, having been one of the first team sent to determine whether they should open a clinic here. He admitted to going through his own rough spot adapting to living in the human-dominated city. "It's actually been a while since I've been on a date myself."

"Well, congratulations to both of us then, for breaking our dry spells!" Blaine cheered, and toasted with her date.

As the night slipped past, and Blaine found herself the target of constant flirting and flattery, Blaine found herself shifting closer and closer to Balto, and he to her. By the time the waiters came to pick up their empty plates, the two were sitting side by side instead of across the table. "Oh, it's not so bad. Most of the tourists are still human, but a lot of them are coming from more metropolitan areas. They're used to seeing other species by now." He had asked her if it ever got old for her, being something of an attraction at the resort.

"Besides," Blaine added, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of how happy the kids there are when I offer them rides."

"If that were any more sweet I think my teeth would rot." He teased lightheartedly, his tail flopping over to brush against hers. "I think I might have to pay a visit. Obviously I am not built to ski, but maybe I can convince you to rig up a zip line to hold my weight."

Blaine giggled as the mental image of the dragon careening down a steel cable filled her head. "Wait, can't you fly?" She asked. She didn't know much about dragons, but she was pretty sure even the eastern ones flew.

"Of course." He murmured, leaning in. "But I'd still pay for a ride, even if it was just to have you crawling over me, hooking me up in the harness." Blaine trembled as the dragon's breath tickled her ear, and his words didn't help. He had skipped from verbal teasing straight into something more. His tail dragged up over her hips, the feathery plume ticking her through her pants.

"You keep this up and you're going to get a damned ride alright." She growled and turned to face him. Her blue eyes met the dragon's gold, her mouth just inches from his. There was an instant of hesitation before Baltasar dove in, his lips touching hers softly. Those delicate tendrils settled on her shoulders, caressing down her arms, even as his hand settled on her back, pulling her against his chest. Blaine felt like she could melt right then and there. His kiss was relatively chaste, but the way his paw roamed down her back, onto her lower body, until it just barely nudged the fabric of her trousers back an inch, was not chaste at all. The tips of his claws dug under the fabric, tickling through her fur, scratching a spot above her butt that made Blaine was to lift her tail higher. She reached up with both hands, cupping Balto's cheeks, even as her forepaws rested against the chest of his coat.

After a moment Balto pulled back, breathing heavily in her face. "I hope I'm not being to aggressive. I'm not normally this touchy on a first date."

"Hell no," Blaine breathed back, "I've been hoping for this all night."

He grinned, licking his lips again. "I was going to say we could see a movie after dinner, but we can skip that if you'd prefer."

"Please," Blaine panted. "I'm already going to have trouble walking out of here without an incident."

"My house is nearby. I'll ask the waiter for the check."

The two quickly split the bill, and then made their escape from the restaurant. Blaine had to shift her trousers higher to cover her swelling sheath. True to his word, Baltasar's house was a short walk from the clinic. Blaine couldn't stop herself from walking side by side with the dragon, her hips and shoulders brushing against his with their swaying steps. By the time they arrived at his front door the chakat was desperate to feel his fur against hers, without all the clothing in the way. The two stumbled through the front door, and they didn't make it more than a few steps before they were on each other. Blaine had barely heard the door slam shut when the dragon grabbed her again, pulling her against his front. His body practically coiled around her flanks, his lips heavy against hers. Blaine's hands roamed and grasped at him, stoking the fur of his cheeks and then dragging down his neck, clutching desperately at the hair of his mane as he nibbled at her throat. Step by faltering step he led her through the house, until he could pull her up onto his bed.

"Hold on, gotta get this thing off." Blain grumbled, trying to wedge her hands under Balto's coil so that she could unlace her pants. The dragon responded by running his snout down her chest, past his own body, so that those curious tendrils could begin undoing the laces of her clothing. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could feel the gentle touches and prods as his curious appendages roamed, and soon they had her lower body exposed. Her pants rolled back from her waist under their guidance, and for the first time the dragon was granted a full view of her nethers. Blaine's sheath had filled long ago, and now the angled head of her shaft was peaking out. Behind it, the puffy lips of her entrance were shivering and flexing, already anticipating the coming events.

"I hope you don't mind the extra equipment." Blaine muttered sheepishly.

Baltasar turned his head to grin at her as he lowered those barbels to stroke over her sheath and emerging shaft, then down behind over her mons. "Hardly. You offer the best of both worlds, as far as I'm concerned." A moment later, his long tongue flicked out, touching the head of her cock.

"Mmph!" She grunted. "Lower please."

The dragon obliged, his tongue sliding behind her sheath, tickling through the fur onto the smooth, slick groove between her thighs. He gave a few testing tastes before he lifted his head, his tendrils taking the place of his tongue. "You don't want me to pleasure all of you?" He sounded almost a bit disappointed.

"Is that a dealbreaker?" Blaine stammered as those two fuzzy tentacles continued to tease her.

He snorted in response, "I'll take whatever part of you that I can." He extended his tongue once again, letting the thin tip of it slide into her momentarily for emphasis. "I'd love to experience all of you, but only if you want to."

Blaine groaned as he teased her by kissing her crown. She had only ever been with lovers as a female.

"Can we just focus on the one part for now?"

"As you wish." Suddenly he was moving around her like a snake, his four paws effortlessly alternating between keeping her in place and helping free himself from his long coat. Soon the garment was fluttering to the ground, leaving the dragon bare before her eyes. His body was completely encircled by those white bands, and his rippling muscles moved in scintillating waves across her without the clothing in the way. Blaine managed to work her hands free and frantically strip off her own top, leaving her breasts bare against the sensuous fur of her lover. With her pants still hanging from her hips, and the silver baubles around her ankles, Baltasar's motions sent the chimes ringing through the bedroom.

As the dragon continued to twist around her, his motions finally brought his own hind legs to bear. Baltasar had long since reached his full arousal, and the hard, throbbing pink flesh of his manhood stood proudly up from his loins. The whole shaft was tapered and smooth, so that the tip was relatively narrow, but it quickly widened out to a broad base. He was big, even for his proportions, and a large, gaping slit in the tip drooled a long streamer of fluid. The heavy weight of the dragon's testicles rested against her backside as he situated himself atop her, his cock easily dwarfing her own as it rested against her belly.

"Oh wow, that's big." She leaned down, folding her forelegs over his coil so that she could reach down with her hands and fondle his glans. Blaine was actually a bit intimidated. Chakats were no slouches when it came do endowment, but Baltasar was bigger than anything she attempted before. As long as it had been since she'd last really stretched herself, Blaine wasn't sure she'd be able to fit him.

"Mmm, I have lube and toys, if you need a warm up first."

Blaine grinned and nodded, "Yeah, as much as I'm looking forward to feeling that, I don't think I'm ready quite yet."

Baltasar grinned, and slowly unwrapped himself from her. "Perfectly understandable, my dear. I want to make sure that this is a night to remember. For the right reasons." He slipped off the bed and sashayed across the floor of his room over to a large wardrobe, then paused. The dragon actually looked a little embarrassed as he glanced back over at her, "I have quite a collection, please don't get the wrong idea. I just like variety."

The wardrobe didn't contain clothing. Instead, when he opened it,, Blaine saw what seemed to be an entire sex shop's worth of toys inside. Dildos, straps, gags, fuzzy handcuffs, several different types of lube, girly underwear, garters and stockings, and a whole rack of long metal rods in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

"Shit Baltasar, that is...impressive, at least."

"Sorry, like I said, I'm not trying to shock you." He quickly picked up a rather mundane looking dildo; a nondescript length of purple silicone of modest size, with a manageable little knot at its base. "Is this one okay?"

"Yeah, that'll do. What are all those rods?" Most of them were far too thin to be more dildos.

"These?" He looked a the rock somewhat sheepishly. "Sounding rods."

Blaine stared at him blankly.

"For urethral penetration." He clarified helpfully.

It took Blaine a few moments to digest his words. "Those go in your dick?" Some of the rods were almost as thick as Blaine's emerging erection.

"Yes, that is the intention." He paused a moment, licking his lips, before meeting her eyes with a hopeful gaze. "Would you like a demonstration?"

Blaine was not a prude. She'd been with a number of partners, and experienced a number of kinks, but she had never even heard of sounding rods before. The idea of watching the dragon use one piqued her curiousity. "Yeah, sure, bring the dildo. We can both have a warm up."

He grabbed one of the larger steel rods, shaped into a series of progressively larger beads, and returned to the bed with his payload. Baltasar handed Blaine the purple dildo and the lube. The leopard took both, lubing up her toy before handing the plastic bottle back to Baltasar. She bent herself double so that she could reach down and nestle the plastic tip up against her greedy sex. Blaine turned to watch as the dragon went through similar motions, squirting a dollop of lube over the large sounding rod and pushing the tip of it up against the drooling slit of his shaft. As the wyrm eased the first small bead into himself, Blaine mimicked the motion with the dildo. Her lips spread around the cool silicone, and it popped inside of her about the time the bead fully disappeared into Baltasar's cock.

She watched in awe as the thick vein on the underside of his shaft bulged out as more and more steel beads slid in. She pressed her toy deeper, trying to match his pace. Between her own fluids and the lube, her flesh parted smoothly around the dildo. By the time that last, largest steel bead was pressing against the head of the dragon's dick, Blaine felt the knot of the toy kiss her own lips. Baltasar gave her another teasing grin, and pushed the largest bulge of the sound into his entrance, letting his hand fall away as his shaft throbbed and flexed, a long line of round lumps visible down the whole length. Blaine moaned, and followed his lead. The silicone knot stretched her wide, and then popped in. Her lips sealed behind it, holding it in place.

"Looks like you enjoyed the show." His eyes flicked down between her legs, and Blaine realized that her own package was fully deployed, her pink cock laying wetly against her belly. The very canine-looking organ was slick and pulsing, the lobes of her own knot still soft and small.

"Wow, yeah. Don't usually get all the way out like this."

Baltasar licked his lips, eyes fixed on her erection. "You're positive I can't convince you to use that? I don't mean to be pushy, but it's one of my biggest delights with smaller partners." As he spoke, the dragon reached up and tugged on the sound, until the largest bead popped out. A thick gush of fluid followed it out, and hung like a ribbon between the stainless steel and his skin.

"Um, you mean like, my dick in your dick?"

"Pretty much, yes. If you are interested."

Blaine most often considered herself female. She knew she had both sets of parts, but had never used her male half with a partner. Something about Baltasar's offer though, had caught her attention in a way that she hadn't expected. She almost hated to admit it, but she very much was interested. Baltasar seemed to sense her decision, and as she started rolling to her feet, he pulled the remainder of the rod free. The leopard taur crawled across the bed, breathless clambering atop the dragon's midsection. Baltasar helped, flexing his long body creatively so that his back legs and hips jutted forward, presenting his maleness proudly to her. Between the two flexible partners, they quickly found a position that would work. Blaine's fur pressed against the dragon's as she shifted, until her front paws were hooked around his stomach, and her lower paws straddled his throbbing shaft.

Baltasar coiled his his upper half around her back, forming a complete loop so that his chest pressed against one shoulder, and his neck pressed against the other, leaving him face to face with her. His tendrils stroked through the fur on her face and neck, and the dragon lowered his lips to hers. He settled one hand on her backside, and the other on her breasts, one thumb tickling over her nipple as his scaled hand glided through her fur. His breath tickled her whiskers as he spoke. "Just go slowly please. I've done this before, but not with someone as big as you."

Blaine grinned foolishly, and nodded. Her first time putting her dick in anything, and the dragon was already telling her to be gentle. She shifted her stance, searching for her target. Her crown touched the top of Baltasar's flesh, and she dragged back along it. A pleasant shiver went up her spine from the friction of their skin rubbing together, before she finally arrived at the end of his maleness. Blaine's breath caught as her tip dropped down onto his, and immediately wedged into the groove of his slit. Baltasar huffed out a groan into her face, and then leaned in to take her mouth in a kiss as she began to sink in. The dragon's stretchy, messy opening parted around her, his slit bulging wide to accept her. Blaine moaned into the kiss as an incredible tightness engulfed her, the stiff flesh of Baltasar's shaft resisting as she pushed her hips forwards. Inch by inch she worked her way in, and with each inch her own body clenched, squeezing around the knotted dildo still lodged inside her.

Baltasar squirmed she penetrated his throbbing organ. As tight as he was, she was having to put more and more force into her hips to make progress. She felt his belly clench under her paws, and a moment later there was a powerful pulse of his maleness. Blaine felt a molten, sticky flood of pre seep around her shaft. The extra lubricant, and the spasm that carried it, eased her passage, and she suddenly lurched forwards, sinking into the dragon until the soft lobes of her uninflated knot compressed down and sliding inside Baltasar's slit, so that the tip of his cock was pressed around her sheath. The chimes still hanging from Blaine's hips rang from the impact like a warning. A shiver ran through his long body that made his fur stand in a rippling wave against hers.

"Ah! Sorry!" Blaine grunted, breaking away from the kiss. The dragon's jaw was clenched and his eyes closed. Even his tendrils jerked randomly. She worried that the sudden deep thrust may have been too much, but after a long moment Baltasar let out his breath in a purr.

"It's fine, just give me a second." He breathed.

Blaine found herself struggling to hold back her urge to thrust. She was buried knot deep in the dragon's own cock, and her body desperately wanted to continue. Baltasar had other plans. He started moving again, his body roaming over hers. The white scaled hand that had been massaging her breasts traveled lower, dragging through the fur of her underbelly on its route. At the same time Baltasar muzzle roamed down her back, his tendrils creeping alone her spine. His snout arrived at her haunches just about the same time his hand wrapped around the tip of his own shaft. Blaine went rigid as the furred dragon's narrow tongue flicked out across her lips, simultaneously with a sudden grip around her knot. He did his best to eat her out around the flared base of the dildo while jerking himself off. Every stroke of his firm grip down his cock transferred to her, so that he was milking her shaft right through his own flesh. Every pump of his hand over her knot made her clench up on the toy inside of her.

With Baltasar's long, warm form wrapped so heavily over her, his tongue against her sex, and his pulsing flesh wrapped around her prick, Blaine felt like she was in an orgy. No one else, no other lover she'd been with had stimulated so much of her at once. She lifted her own hands up to her breasts, desperately tugging on her nipples as she closed her eyes and reveled in the unparalleled sensations. She couldn't resist, couldn't hold back. Her hips seemed to move on their own, grinding hard into the dragon's firm shaft, each small motion ringing through the room as her jewelry shifted. She had no idea how long she lasted, and frankly she didn't care. As her knot began to expand within the dragon's slit, she couldn't even muster a thought as to whether it would be polite to pull out. With one last breathless cry, she rammed herself down into the hot tunnel of flesh. The bulb at the base of her shaft expanded, locking her in place as her male orgasm rocked through her; her first with a partner.

Her knot formed a firm seal, and every gushing spurt of her climax was pushed down Baltasar's insides; not a drop escaped. Blaine could feel herself teetering right on the edge of a female orgasm as well, her sex rippling around the silicone toy with every pulsing clench of her muscles. But Baltasar withdrew his tongue, leaving her hanging right there. He waited patiently for her to finish, her last weak spurt of cum settling inside of him, before he desperately began to push at her. "Sorry," He grunted. She could feel his panting breath against her back. "I need to finish. So full, feel like I'm going to pop."

His hands wrapped around her waist, hauling on her until she popped free at last, leaving her still rigid arousal to slap against her belly. A small torrent of her cream began to dribble from his tip, and he quickly reached down with one hand to pinch it off, slowly rolling his fingers down the length of his shaft to push her load further down into it. Blaine could only watch as Baltasar worked to pull her seed deeper into his body, and then the dragon started masturbating. Scandalous thoughts and possibilities flew through her head. She had just spilled her whole load down into this dick, and she could think of a number of things to do with it. She could let him jerk off over her, and spill the mingled fluids over her tits. Maybe she could suck him off. Then, the lewdest, most obscene thought of them all took her breath away. She could let him put the whole mess somewhere it belonged. She tore her gaze away from the dragon's efforts to finish, reaching down between her legs to frantically tug the dildo loose. She didn't even notice the stretch of the rubber knot pulling free. "In me." She pleaded needily. "Finish in me."

Baltasar froze, his coils shivering against her. "You're sure?" He growled, but he had already started moving, releasing his shaft to seize her wrists in his slippery, scaled hand. He lifted her, repositioning her upright, stretched along his own body so that she hung from his grip and coils. Looking down between them, Blaine realized she was held suspended over neglected shaft. The enormous pink spear waited below her, pulsing and needy. His slit was stretched and gaping, leaking a trickle of clear pre mixed with what was almost definitely the creamy white of her own cum.

"Yeah, I'm safe." She panted right back to him. "Do it."

He didn't hesitate. Gravity brought her down as he relaxed, until his sloppy head touched her lips. Baltasar wasn't forceful, but he wasn't exactly gentle either. As she sank down, he slid into her, his narrow tip easily parting her entrance. Between the lube from the toy, and the mess that was constantly leaking from him, he sank into her easily. Blaine felt her chest grow tight with lust as she kept her eyes glued to the sight. Her lips twitched and distended, opening wider and wider as he continued to take her in one long, slow descent. The thickest part of his shaft reached her, and her body was forced open nearly to the point of paint as he hit rock bottom. Her entrance was puffy and red, her lips stretched impossibly around the girth of his arousal; nearly the whole thing was inside of her.

"Oh, god," she panted, "don't stop. In me. Cum in me." She finally lifted her head, giving Baltasar a pleading look. He quickly complied, his head darting forwards so that he could seize her mouth in a frenzied kiss. The dragon's body moved like a snake, rolling against her as he sawed between her lips like he was possessed. His testicles slapped against her rump, and she wrapped her tail around his sack, using the agile appendage to squeeze and massage the two enormous orbs that held her prize. Their fur muffled the noise of the impacts, but each lurching thrust rocked her body upwards, sending her silver chimes ringing in a staccato rhythm.

Neither of them was in a position to hold out. It was impossible for Blaine to tell which one of them hit their peak first. One moment she was watching that length of pink skin disappear and reappear between her thighs, the next he had sunk himself up to his fuzzy balls into her body, somehow finding the space for those last few inches. Her second climax for the night exploded through her as a flood of hot, heavy fluid erupted in her belly. Their intermingled seed filled her, quickly blowing past her capacity. With her eyes fixed down as they were, it was impossible for her to miss the torrent of cum that spilled out of her, soaking both of them.

Blaine wailed out her pleasure into the kiss, trembling in her lover's arms. Baltasar wasn't much better off, his voice coming out in a feral near-roar, his body shook and twisted and thrashed around her as he emptied himself into her womb. His fur was practically vibrating against hers. Or maybe that was the growl that rippled in his chest. Whichever way, Blaine was left unable to do anything but hang there, impaled as she was, until Baltasar finally collapsed, his muscular coils going slack, dragging them both to the bed.

Long minutes passed as they both fought to catch their breath. Every inhale brought with it the thick smell of sex. Blaine's whole body felt weak, exhausted from the rutting. She felt like she'd just run a marathon, but she wouldn't change a moment. For the first time in months her libido was calm, satisfied with the events of the night. She purred, freeing her hands from Baltasar's slack grip and reached forwards to cup her lovers cheeks, smiling at the dragon that lay panting next to her, still wrapped around her. Still inside of her actually. The long silence gave plenty of opportunity for Blaine to come to terms with the fact that she had, in a roundabout way, just fucked herself. All things considered, she was looking forwards to doing it again.

Baltasar finally opened his eyes, his lips spreading in a tired grin.. He moved forward to give her a quick peck on the lips before he spoke. "Now I'm curious how we're going to top this for a second date."