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A massive, black cock. Almost a foot from base to tip, it was still obscenely fat, even for its prodigious length. The very tip was pointed, as though to ensure it could be wedged into any hole, no matter how tight. The head itself was only slightly convex, offering a gentle brunt, but the head still swelled at an alarming angle out to the broad crown. A tiny slit hid just underneath the tip, a projection of the plump cumvein that pinched in between the two rounds that made up the underside of the head. That wide swell only seemed to grow thicker toward the middle of the cock, where the shaft gradually tapered to its widest point before subtly narrowing toward the base. Two small, jagged arteries flanked the cumvein, crawling up from the base and slowly spreading around the sides, intermingling slightly with the single, massive artery that snaked up the top, creating an obvious, wandering ridge that throbbed with every heartbeat.

Lith was confused. The very first thing in his mind when he woke up was a vivid, detailed image of a dick-- though he couldn't say whose dick it was, or where the image had come from. The young feline's second thought was that he was simultaneously thirsty, achy, and desperately in need of a toilet. Even after he'd managed to take care of all that, however, that image persisted.

He sat down at his computer with a sigh. Come to think of it, the whole evening prior was a blur to him at the moment. He supposed he must have had something to drink... The party. The party! Lith huffed softly and rested his forehead in his palm, thinking back.

Lith was not much of a partier. He wasn't very social altogether, in fact. He only really had one friend at school-- the very social Lacey. Lacey was friends with just about everyone, but she seemed to have taken a bit of a shining to Lith in particular-- she'd brought him under her wing, so to speak, and often encouraged him to meet new people and make friends. This was far from the first party she'd invited him to, but this one he found much more difficult to refuse: she had already told everyone that the party happened to fall on his eighteenth birthday. So the big party was declared a dual purpose celebration, with Lith as the guest of honor.

A certain dread had filled the young black cat as the night of the party approached. Lacey assured him he'd have a wonderful time, but he was fairly certain he'd just embarrass himself thoroughly. He remembered the long and uncomfortable ride to the party crammed in with half a dozen schoolmates, and he remembered his apprehension as he entered the house, already packed with young furs spilling drinks on each other and laughing raucously. He couldn't imagine at the time just where all this alcohol had come from, or who was going to clean up this poor, mistreated house. He declined several offerings of beer, of course, and was relieved when someone finally offered him simple orange juice, even if it did smell a little off.

That's about as far as the poor kitty could recall, however. Sighing softly, he finally looked up at his computer, and found that Lacey had poked him on his messenger. Straightening a little, Lith cautiously asked about last night. He was tempted to ask about the dick, but he was afraid that would sound... pretty gay.

Lacey seemed to think not only that the party was a huge success, but that Lith had enjoyed himself immensely. Lith was a little skeptical, but he followed the link she offered him.

It seemed that someone had taped a deal of the party and posted the video online. It was almost an hour long, but Lacey recommended he look at the 28-minute mark. Gathering himself a little, Lith skipped ahead. The first image was himself, smiling like an idiot. The feline winced, but watched on. It was foggy, but this seemed familiar. Bits and pieces came back to him.

It hadn't taken Lith long to get drunk. He proved very agreeable with a few screwdrivers in him, and when a few furs in the living room needed a new singer for their game of Rock Band, he was happy enough to accept the invitation-- not that he had ever tried to sing much at all in the past. To his relief, he recognized the song that came up.

The song was a couple years old-- a big hit single from one of those pop stars that gradually transitioned from sweet and cuddly to sexy to shameless. In fact, this was the song that marked her descent-- the song was so shamelessly slutty in some portions, some groups had petitioned to have it taken off the radio. In any case, it was a girl's song, the boys on guitar and drums explained, so they needed someone with a higher voice. And so, Lith was drafted.

The proceeding show whipped the teens lounging about the room into fits of laughter and cheers-- and the more they encouraged him, the more the alcohol-soaked kitty got into it. He gestured along, he swayed his hips, smiling and blushing brightly all the while. When the song went into the details of a man pulling off the singer's clothes, Lith obliged and slowly peeled off his shirt, producing a wave of laughter and catcalls.

Lith couldn't watch any more. He groaned, cupping his head in his paws, and tried to close his ears to the shameless spectacle that was his singing. To think he even took his shirt off in front of everyone! He could never show his face at school again.

While it might not be that embarrassing just to go shirtless in front of a few friends, Lith had what he considered a special case. While his coat was pure black from ear to toe, any part of him that wasn't covered with fur was bright pink. So when he took off his shirt, his nipples became blindingly obvious, bright pink spots on his black chest, drawing any and every eye to his awkward appearance. And he showed this off not just to a handful of high schoolers he barely knew, but to anyone with an internet connection. He rubbed at his head and groaned softly. Doomed. He was doomed to a life of absolute embarrassment.

Finally, the song winded down to an end, and Lith dragged his head up to see what happened. The drunken feline on the monitor declared that it was someone else's turn, because he needed to pee, and retreated from the center. After stopping a moment to actually hand off the microphone, he tripped over his own feet and faceplanted against a big jock horse, who laughed and wrapped an arm around the disoriented feline. A moment, and the camera jostled.

"Here, take over, babe." A smooth voice perked Lith's ears. The camera shook about some and finally settled, watching a smiling dragoness glance back before walking over to collect the inebriated cat. "I'll take care of him," she might have said, though it was hard to tell with all the noise. The horse gave a curious smile and released his ward, who was promptly led by the arm out of the room. By the sexiest girl in school. Lith's mouth hung open.

The name Melody may generally invoke the image of a perky blonde with an ever-present smile and other such cheerful attributes. This Melody, however, had a much slower, more sensuous rhythm. She never wore makeup of the conventional sort, but she had a natural, almost intimidating beauty. Her figure was modest-- she certainly had a curve to her, and a pleasing shape all around, but plenty of women had grander assets. She was a little short, but her presence could fill a room. By the simple standards of high schoolers, nobody could say why she was so tantalizing. She might have simply had some quality of beauty that was beyond their years-- or it might have been the seductive power of unobtainability.

Melody was never one to turn down a flirt-- she could be very playful. A few even managed to take her out on a date. But word was that she never let anyone too close-- emotionally or physically. Last year, a basketball player tried to get a little overly frisky with her and ended up missing the rest of the season due to injury.

Her beauty was almost egyptian. The dragoness' hide was pure black, and the only decoration she ever bothered wearing was a few delicate lines of silver paint for special occasions. For the half a second her face was on screen, she showed she had put a few lines around her eyes-- a light touch of paint that gave her at once an enhanced sexual appeal, and a touch of the look of a bird of prey. The video was too blurred to really make that out. But Lith remembered.

In the bathroom, Lith had insisted he could stand on his own. His cheeks were in a constant blaze of embarrassment, though it might have passed for intoxication in his state.

"Shush, honey. Just do your business. I won't look." The dragoness smiled teasingly, holding the dazed feline up with his arm slung over her shoulder to keep him steady. Lith felt awfully silly standing over the toilet with such a pretty girl, but his need to pee was approaching desperation.

"A-alright. Jus... jus don't... look."

"I won't look, hun."

"Don't look." He murmured to himself and opened his pants, pulling out his bright pink kitty pecker. Shyness held him back a few moments, but finally, the sounds of pouring liquid and a long, contented sigh filled the room.

"Aw, it's all cute and pink too!" The dragoness giggled.

"You said you wouldn't look!" Lith yelped and wiggled about in a panic of embarrassment, missing the bowl entirely. The dragoness pulled him steady by the hips, however, tittering softly.

"Oh, hush. No harm in a look, love. Try not to get it everywhere, or I'll have to hold it for you, too." She smiled widely at that, and the kitty glanced over fearfully. She might have been short, but not as short as he was, and that peculiar paint lent her an air of... hunger as she smiled down at him. Lith hastily fastened his attention to his business, being quite studious in hitting his target, though he blushed brightly all the while. A soft giggle rolled about the bathroom as he finished.

"There, now," the dragoness cooed, "no harm done, hmm?" She turned the feline a bit to face her as he hastily zipped up his pants, the kitty keeping his eyes down and his ears folded back. "Aww. Still embarrassed that I took a peek? Well..." She tilted her head and smiled before leaning closer to whisper, "would you feel better if I showed you mine?"

Straightening suddenly, the feline gave a bewildered mew, his cheeks flaring with fresh color as his ears flicked to points. "I-- you--?!"

"Don't mind." She smiled simply, and those dark eyes seemed very close to his. He'd thought that they were black, but this close, he realized that her eyes were a deep, barely luminous crimson. Two hands firmly pressed him to sit down on the toilet, then withdrew to the side of her skirt. "Just don't tell anyone..." A soft snap, and she bent down, hands spreading to either side.

For a moment, the dazed and confused feline was treated to a peek down Melody's shirt, a barely opaque, lacey black top that might have bordered on a negligee. Lith found himself indulging in the view before he could even think about it, and only realized that he was staring half a beat before the dragoness looked up. His breath caught, but she only smiled, stepping out of her skirt and panties before slowly straightening.

That's when he saw it. It jutted forth at him, the beast staring him down by the time she stood straight. Her top draped gently across the base, running down and around the feminine swell of her hips where they swooped up from her soft and supple-looking thighs. In the center of it all, a dick of prodigious magnitudes stood defiantly throbbing, inexorably drawing the eye. Lith could only stare, mouth hanging open in the middle of attempting to form some kind of query.

"Mmmh..." A clawed, smooth-scaled hand ran through the stunned feline's headfur, slowly petting over his scalp. "I've had an eye on you for a long time, cutie. But this was just too perfect, I couldn't wait to have you all to myself." She gave another soft, self-indulgent giggle. "Well, don't just stare, silly kitty."

The feline blinked, managing to drag his gaze up to meet the dragon's, uncertain and flicking between her eyes. He felt... odd...

She smiled sweetly. "It's been waiting such a long time to meet you. Why don't you give it a kiss?"

A hint of a shiver ran through the confused cat, and his cheeks slowly filled to the brim with heat. His eyes flicked down to that creature staring at him, and back up to her, and finally back to the beast. A kiss...? His lips pursed a moment and his tongue ran across them. He shifted, still shaking slightly, and leaned closer. A gentle push of his lips pressed that pointed tip between them, nestling it in the softness of his offered pout as his eyes slipped shut. The two were joined, and Lith could feel the slow throb of the dragoness' heart. He couldn't have said why he'd gone along with it. Why he'd given his first kiss to that monster. Something about the gentle musk that seemed to fill his nose...

Fingers tightened slowly against his scalp. "Mmh, that's it..." Another clawed hand petted down his cheek. Her thumb pressed to his chin and pressed his mouth open as the dragoness drew a slow breath, and his lips were pushed wide open as that broad head pushed in.

Lith's eyes snapped open, locking on the shaft slowly pushing into his muzzle as the fat spearhead of the push jammed against his tongue and dragged across the top of his mouth. Before he could think to do anything, his gag reflex triggered as her head wedged into the back of his mouth. He choked audibly, tensing up as his paws flailed up, but the dragoness' hands were firm on his head.

"Shhh, shh, relax, love. I know. Just close your eyes and focus on relaxing, and you'll be just fine." Her voice was smooth and smoky with pleasure, and her firm grip wasn't giving him much choice. His throat and stomach convulsed rapidly, but the feline shut his eyes tight and just tried to go still. Her broad tip was jammed tight to the back of his throat and he couldn't breathe, but the light-headedness seemed to help with calming down. Soft coos of assurance tickled his ears until nausea turned to dizziness, and the kitty's stomach slowly settled as he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

"There, now. That was quick and easy, wasn't it?" Sweet air poured down his throat as she pulled back, and the feline forgot for just a moment that his muzzle was still stuffed with dragoncock, he gasped so happily for air. "Now for the next step," she purred, and his head tilted back in her grasp. His memory was jogged violently when that beast lunged forward, stabbing the tip into the virgin folds of his esophagus and straining those tight muscles wide apart. His violent gagging had lined the whole way with bile, and Melody was using that to her advantage. Spasms cracked through the young feline's body as that thick piece of meat strained his gullet far beyond its intended width, stretching his neck obscenely before that monstrous cockhead finally lodged behind his meager adam's apple.

A low grunt over his head melted into a long, smooth moan, those hands rubbing slowly over his scalp as she held him in place. Bleary eyes managing to split open, Lith tried to focus on the dragoness looming over him. Her breasts heaved steadily with her deep, luxurious sighs and moans, a small smile of achievement on her lips as she closed her own eyes a moment. "Just... beautiful... I knew you could take me, Lith. You've got..." she grunted softly, her hips grinding forward, "...real..." she gasped as that massive cockhead slid firmly down his neck, "...potential." The last word came as a swarthy growl. A fat swell was visible in his once-slender neck, working its way down toward his chest one hungry grind at a time as the feline watched that impossibly fat shaft slide inch by inch into his muzzle.

The half-skewered feline thought he might have been in shock-- it had hurt when she pushed in, but now, as his deepest swallowing muscles were steadily strained apart around this beast and that endless length of fat cock worked its way past the fold of his entrance, he hardly felt anything more than... strained. More than anything, he felt full and stretched, but somehow, the pain seemed to have slipped away. And more perplexing still, something was happening down in his pants...

A soft, musical giggle slipped from the dragoness, drawing the kitty's eyes up those few remaining inches of meat and up that delicately wrapped belly and chest to the woman of sorts smiling bemusedly down at him. "Enjoying yourself, cutie?"

As a matter of fact, something did hurt-- his cathood was straining painfully against the bindings of his pants and briefs, and it took him a moment to realize he was already rubbing clumsily at the impatient lump in his jeans with one paw. Lith slumped in embarrassment as much as the rod buried in his neck allowed, which wasn't much.

"Oh, that's okay. You can give yourself a rub, just don't pull it out-- wouldn't want you making a mess on my legs, now, would we?" She smiled sweetly as her hips surged forward, and that thick knot of a cockhead squeezed down into the base of his neck. Her fingers tightened in his scalp as her belly drew close, and her hips lunged to plant her smooth hide against his face with a soft growl. Black fabric ground against his nose as she held him taut against her, her hips giving slow, firm thrusts at point blank to grind tight against his muzzle.

"Mmmmh... absolute perfection... your neck is delightful, honeypie." Her own words dripped with honey, slow and smooth, though a hint of a growl rolled in her soft gasps and sighs. Two heavy orbs straddled his chin, the broad curves of her nuts pressing to the underside of his muzzle as that fat shaft throbbed on the other side of his tongue. He could feel her thick, steady throbs pulsing all the way down his neck and into his chest-- her head was lodged just behind his collarbone, spurting thick gushes of precum into his stomach as her balls gave tender twitches against him. At this moment, the feline was enveloped in the dragoness' warmth and her scent. Her hands cupped the back of his head while her smooth-scaled abdomen embraced his face and her sack cuddled up under his chin-- all surrounding that mass of hot, pulsing meat piercing him through. Despite his dangerously low oxygen levels, he felt at peace in this moment-- embraced and penetrated, with warmth steadily seeping from her into his very core. Then she pulled back.

A firm thrust planted against his face, and she drew again. Slowly, with a firm flexing of her belly and a low, thick murr, the dragoness pushed stroke after stroke down the drunken feline's throat. He quivered, various bodily instincts rejecting everything that was happening to his poor, strained neck, but he could not gather the energy to do anything-- except rub at himself, apparently. His paw had worked into a furious stroking at the bulge that wound up the crotch of his jeans toward his hip, and the denim was already darkened with pre at the tip.

"That's it, dear... just relax, you're doing wonderfully." Her voice was intent, betraying her lust as she fucked the bedraggled kitty's face, and her hips drove in with greater hunger every moment. Odd noises slipped from his throat, slurps and slick pops as she stretched and shoved aside the muscles and tissues of his inner workings, bludgeoning everything out of the way with the broad brunt of that dick. The subtle swell toward the middle of her shaft was very obvious as it dragged out, stretching the entrance to his throat wide before plummeting down it again and squeezing odd noises from the opening to his lungs, long since plastered shut by the girth of that beast.

While Lith might have been toying with suffocation, Melody was starting to pant and moan extravagantly, obviously enjoying herself to no end. Her hips bounced off the feline's face aggressively, her fingers curling in his headfur to drag him off and shove him down that cock again to match every thrust. The feline felt every thrust echo down his body even so, his insides churning in time with the assault.

"Close..." the coo tickled his ears between pants, "so close... god, you're a lovely fucktoy, dear. We'll be getting to know each other very well..." She purred the words, though the kitty could hardly make them out-- her thrusts pounded at the inside of his head, drowning out nearly all sound. The dragon's rod was steely hard, forcing his neck taut and straight as she rammed down it brutally, hips pounding home with every intention of wringing every last ounce of pleasure she could get out of this hot, warm, gently caressing fuckhole before she lost control.

The first hint was her heavy orbs drawing tight-- they beat tight to his chin straight on, and with the next stroke, the whisper of rushing fluids filled his ears, along with a creak in the back of his throat as the throat impaled in it throbbed fat with its bloated cumvein. Sudden, startling heat burst in his chest and quickly washed down into his core, his stomach churning as it was suddenly filled. Not another thrust came-- she held him planted tight to her crotch as she unloaded, a deep, almost operatic moan rolling out of the dragoness as her balls flexed and flexed. The rushing of seed filled his ears, gush after gush blooming in his chest and washing down into his gut. His stomach soon strained as well, stretching around the dragoness' steamy hot payload.

"Mmmmh, ohh..." For just a moment, the dragoness' smooth voice betrayed a shiver, her head falling back as she relaxed. The flow finally, mercifully tapered off, and she slowly drew out, dragging that pulsing shaft from his neck as it spurted still, coating the length of his neck with her seed. Finally, the broad swell of her crown nudged the muscles of the back of his throat, and though it clung a moment, she managed to pull free with a soft, wet pop. His mouth was instantly full, a thick wad bursting from her tip at the stimulation. The thick musk of dragon cum slammed against his taste buds and seeped into his nose, a salty sweet taste that overwhelmed every aspect of sensation. His slender body shuddered as a thick mess plastered the insides of his briefs-- and not for the first time.

If the feline had been able to make his neck swallow, he might well have tried, but his stomach was already warped around a tight-packed load of seed mingled with pre. Jism poured out from his muzzle around that black rod in thick globs, rolling down his neck and dripping on the bathroom floor. Melody giggled softly. "I'm glad I saved up a little. You look adorable. Oh, try not to make too much of a mess, though." Her hands scritched and ruffled through his headfur as she pushed the last few thick globs of seed into his muzzle before finally pulling free.

Cum poured freely from his muzzle now, his mouth hanging open as his eyes dimly stared at the monstrous rod now slowly reclining before him, black with a pearlescent sheen from its coat of mixed seed and saliva. Looking at it now, he had no idea how it could ever have possibly been inside him. The odd sensation that tingled in the back of his head was not something he was prepared to call pride.

He coughed. Or rather, an odd, wet sound pushed from him, along with a gush of cream that slopped all over his shirt. Another cough, and another. He gasped, and fell into a coughing fit for several moments before gasping again. A tingle surged across his hide as he drew sweet oxygen, if tainted with flecks of dragoncum. His lungs might have been lined with the stuff now, but he was already soaked through with it, near as he could tell. Her musk was soaking into his fur and hide, inundating his node and steadily working into his blood as his stomach struggled to digest the load weighing down his middle. Finally, slowly, his eyes focused again.

Humming sweetly to herself, the dragoness was taking her time getting dressed again. Her skirt swayed about her hips again, though several inches of that heavy cock hung free below it, swaying slightly with the shift of her hips. She was slowly sliding her panties up again, letting them catch that thick shaft and pull it up out of view. Her hands disappeared under her skirt again, tucking that cumbersome length back between her legs before she hitched her underwear tight with a soft sigh.

That was the last time he'd seen that cock. That thought sent Lith into a tumult of confused emotions-- a splash of regret, a surge of self-disgust, swelling guilt and yearning, everything mixing together with no clear subject.

Lith had grown up straight. Straight was normal. He watched straight porn. He snuck glances at girls' chests whenever he thought he could get away with it. When he did find himself hanging out with a few guys now and then, gayness would be thrown about as an accusation to be dismissed and disproved. It hadn't even been a question.

But there was this dick. It was on his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. The smell of it lingered in his consciousness, if not in his nose, and when he did turn his thoughts to it, he felt... longing. Every time he realized that, his mind recoiled in fear. This wasn't right. That couldn't be... he wasn't... He didn't even know what to think.

His computer blinged at him. Lacey was trying to get his attention-- apparently, people had noticed that the two of them had been in that bathroom quite a long time. She was teasing him about what the two of them could have been doing in there for that long. Tensing, Lith spattered and typo'd an explanation that roughly amounted to saying that nothing had happened. Lacey seemed doubtful, though-- apparently, Melody had said otherwise.

The young feline paled. A frantic but awkwardly veiled line of questioning gradually pulled out the facts. Melody was letting word spread that she had finally claimed a boy-- some random nerd cat, no less. She wouldn't say what had happened in the bathroom; all anybody knew was that she had finally come out of the bathroom smiling widely, leaving Lith in the shower, trodding on his own clothes. She'd mentioned she hadn't had the chance to get his number, though-- which Lacey had been happy to pass on.

Lith paused. His eyes slid to his phone, sitting on his desk to one side. He picked it up and gingerly checked. No texts. No missed calls. He let a slow breath go and set it down, ears flickering about slowly.

A sharp buzz sent him nearly jumping from his chair, and his ringtone chirped away noisily. Swallowing, he picked up the phone.

"...Hello?"

"Good morning, sweety. Are you feeling better? You were quite the little mess last night." Her smooth voice filled his ear, and his stomach churned a moment.

"...I... I don't... um..."

"You should come over, honey. I've got the most amazing video from last night. I think you'll love it." In the background, he could only just make out what sounded like her moaning and a few slurping sounds.

Lith's mouth hung open. A video? She recorded it? Was she going to blackmail him? But... but she had a secret, too, didn't she? He squared his shoulders, ears fluttering about. She wouldn't bend him over so easily.

"O-okay."