The Cameron Hotel Chapter 11
The Cameron Hotel Chapter 11 -- Dumb
Matt parked his car in nearly the same place he had the last time he was here, four months earlier. He turned his head and smiled at Sirrus, the dragon sitting up on his haunches in the passenger seat, and wearing his leash and his loincloth type garment.
It had been a few weeks since Chris & Riddick made up. It was early July, and Sirrus and Matt hadn't been here since their one and only visit back in March...a visit which didn't go all that well.
"Here we are, boy! You remember the park?"
Sirrus smiled back wide and wagged his tail with a nod, "Yup!"
The ottercoon reached over and petted his dragon on the head, and then grabbed for the leash and tugged on it a bit, "Hop over into my lap, boy."
Sirrus hunched down, wagging his butt and then leaped over the center console and into Matt's lap. He turned for a moment and then sat, his legs on either side of his Master's, and smiled up at him.
Matt smiled back down at him and kissed him on the nose, then opened the door and motioned with his head for his pet to jump out.
The dragon wagged his tail more and hopped out, padding impatiently within the confines of his leash as he waited for his master to get out, too.
Matt slid out of the car and smiled down at his pet with a chuckle before leaning down and scratching him under the chin. With his other paw, though, he wound the leash around his wrist and fist, so the little guy couldn't run off and do anything to get them in trouble...like last time.
Sirrus circled his master, still on all fours, and nuzzled Matt's leg, "Wadda' we gonna' do?"
The ottercoon looked over at some playground equipment, and then at some other masters with their more feral pets. He opened his maw to answer Sirrus, but stopped himself when he realized how many times he'd have to say 'play,' or a word with 'play' in it, to answer the question. "Uhm..." He shook his head slightly and looked back down at his pet, "Take a walk?"
Sirrus just smiled up at his master, glancing over at the playground for a second, then nodded.
Matt took a step onto the curb and into the grass, Sirrus close at his heels, "I really wanted us to be able to have fun last time we were here, but it just got so messed up. I thought I should bring you back, finally."
The dragon rolled over onto the grass, squirming around a bit, and giggled, "Uh-huh!"
Matt chuckled at him, "Don't you do that enough in the grass at home?"
"Different grass!" Sirrus rolled over completely, onto his stomach and then back onto his back, tugging a little at the leash in the process, "New grass!"
The ottercoon just laughed. He started to tug on the leash to stop Sirrus so they could walk...but he stopped himself and just smiled. There was no reason not to let his pet have his fun. "Is that all that's different between the park and my back yard? Grass?"
"No..." Back on his feet, Sirrus padded around Matt, stopping to roll around in a different patch grass. "More people too!" He popped back up and nuzzled his master's leg, quickly, this time, though, waiting for him to decide where they should go.
Matt smiled down at Sirrus, "I should hope so."
The dragon nuzzled his leg again, "Time to walk?"
Matt scratched at his pet's ear, "As soon as you're done with the grass."
Sirrus leaned into the scratching, silently, and then turned his head, looking over at the other masters and pets by the playground.
The ottercoon stood up straighter, turning his own head to follow his pet's line of sight, "You wanna' go over there?" He pointed at the playground equipment.
Sirrus nodded emphatically, grabbing the leash with his teeth and tugging it.
Matt smiled and let his pet pull them off in that direction, where all of the masters and their feral pets were running about, "You know, boy...you'll probably be one of the few pets here that can talk, right?"
The dragon meeped softly and stopped, "Mast--errr...Matt?"
Matt blinked and looked down at him, "Boy?"
"Whadda'ya mean?" Sirrus looked back at his master with a tilted head.
"I mean that most pets don't talk..." The ottercoon knelt down by his dragon, "You're...you're special."
Sirrus shook his head, "But...but at the..." He paused to remember the word, "Place...where you got me..."
"The pound?"
The dragon nodded, "At the pound, the other pets could talk! We talked a lot..."
Matt sighed and rubbed his neck, "Sirrus...that...that place was special too. It was a place specifically for pets like you, pets who can talk."
Sirrus looked down, pondering, "But...that means some pets do talk..."
"Yeah..." The ottercoon put a paw on his dragon's back, "Some do. But you're really really rare and special. I don't think you're gonna' find any other pets like you here. These..." He looked back out at the masters and their ferals in the distance, "...they just don't think or talk like you."
Sirrus dropped down, sitting on his butt, and tilted his head again, with a sad, confused expression on his muzzle, "But...then how do I make friends?"
"Well, you could just...run around with them like they are?" Matt pointed to them, "See? Fight with them over the balls, and sticks, and stuff like that..." He looked back at Sirrus, only now considering how little he actually understood about his pet. Was that kind of thing something he was even interested in? He could talk, he could think...was he too smart for that kind of playing? Was it...offensive or even insulting to suggest something like that?
The dragon was silent. Whether any similar thoughts went through his head or not, Matt couldn't tell. The little dragon slowly tilted his head for a third time, as he watched the feral dogs fight and bark at each other. And then he mumbled, "They're talking."
Matt looked over at them too. He took a breath and then looked back at his pet, "But can you understand what they're saying?"
"No...but they talk..." Sirrus shook his head, trying to make sense of this, "I-I can't play with them if I can't talk to them..."
The ottercoon nuzzled Sirrus a little, and sighed sadly, "I'm sorry boy. Would...you rather go somewhere else, then? Do you want to do something else? We can do whatever you want."
Sirrus just sighed and looked down. He didn't answer, as his tail just slowly moved about through the grass.
Matt opened up his arms with a soft, sad smile, "Come here."
The dragon moved over, climbing up Matt's kneeling legs and wrapping himself around his master's torso, mewling softly.
Matt wrapped his own arms back around Sirrus and nuzzled at his neck, "I'm sorry boy. I wish you could make some friends. I...I don't know what to do, though."
Sirrus squeezed and looked around, trying his best to see if he could find someone, anyone to play with.
The ottercoon stood up with Sirrus still in his arms, and clenched his jaw through a long breath. He felt like he'd done more harm than good, bringing his pet here today. Sirrus was so happy when he thought he was about to make some new friends, and it was so quickly being taken away from him.
His head hanging over his mater's shoulder, Sirrus kept looking...but the park was a large place and it was hard to see all the way around.
Matt leaned his head back a little, watching Sirrus look around, "What are you looking for boy?"
"Other pets..." The dragon looked down, not having seen anyone, "...that look like they can talk."
Matt sighed, "You didn't see any?"
Sirrus just shook his head, but looked around one last time regardless.
"I'm sorry Sirrus..." The ottercoon kissed his pet on the forehead, "I don't know what to tell you, boy. The other pets just...they're not like you."
Sirrus whimper a little sigh and hopped down, padding around a little bit and still scanning around.
Matt frowned as he watched, feeling horrible for his pet. He knew the little guy couldn't find anyone. There wasn't anyone to find...anyone like him. It had never occurred to Matt, before today, that the little dragon being so unique could be anything other than a blessing. Sirrus was smart, he was unique, and he was special. But only in this moment did Matt finally see that he was lonely. Looking out at the park with his pet, Matt saw what Sirrus must see. All around were pets he could never really connect with. He was just too much more intelligent than they were, and they would never be able to be like him...or even talk to him.
There were the evolved furs like Matt, of course. And, sure, they could speak with him, and, so far, he'd done well finding some sort of companionship from Matt, Chris, and the four boys. But that could never be the same either. Matt couldn't exactly let Sirrus go and try and make friends with anyone like that, here. The dragon's complete lack of boundaries would only cause complications, like it had with Alex & Jasyn four months before, with Chris the night he arrived, and most recently, with Riddick. And even if that wasn't a problem -- if everyone would react as well as Chris had -- an evolved fur could never be the kind of friend the little guy wanted, anyway. With them, there would always be emotions and concerns he couldn't quite wrap his mind around, problems he would always be privy too but never really understood, and conversations that were always just a little ways above his head. For Sirrus's part, there was a separation there that he could never close, and for their part, they would never really see him as one of them. He would always be the lovable pet, at best, if not the unique and entertaining oddity.
The ottercoon watched as his pet gave up and sat down, his head hung low as he clawed lightly at the grass. No normal pet would ever be what Sirrus wanted. And no evolved fur could ever fill the gap the way Sirrus needed...unless it was a cub, and Matt certainly couldn't get a child, let alone leave it unsupervised with Sirrus. That left only one option.
Matt tugged on the leash a bit to pull his pet back towards him.
The dragon looked back, then moved and padded over, his head still hung low.
Matt knelt down again and petted the dragon's muzzle, "I know what we can do!" He smiled down at his pet.
Sirrus tilted his head at his Master, "You do?"
"Sure!" The ottercoon continued petting the little guy, "I don't want you to be lonely, and I think I know how I can fix it. How about I go back to the pound, and you can come with me, and we'll find another talking pet. One just like you: and he can come live with us!" He smiled wider, "That way you'll have yourself a friend!"
Sirrus smiled back weakly up and opened his muzzle to speak, only to change his mind, nuzzling his master's leg instead.
"What is it?" Matt tilted his head.
"If you get a new pet..." The dragon fidgeted, not wanting to say, but knowing he should be a good boy and answer his master, "...you'll just...end up liking him more than me. Like you do Chris."
"I...I don't..." Matt startled slightly and shook his head, "Sirrus...I don't like Chris more than I do you."
"But you don't play with me anymore." Sirrus clawed the ground without looking up, "You only play with him."
"That doesn't...I-I mean..." The ottercoon averted his gaze, absent mindedly examining the grass as he let that register with him. Sirrus wanted friends...and Matt was right that no feral or evolved fur would do. But he hadn't considered why it had only now come up.
Sirrus wasn't lonely just because he was unique, and had these obstacles standing between him and friends. He was lonely because he'd lost the person he loved. He was lonely because his master had spent months growing farther and farther from him, paying more and more attention to someone new.
Matt shook his head and stood up. Sirrus tilted his head as he watched, and Matt tugged on the leash, "Come with me, boy..."
The dragon padded along behind him, confused but enjoying the view of the park, as he and Matt walked down the concrete sidewalk along the edge of trees and bushes. He padded along behind, kicking a few rocks along the way and looking back and forth between the tree line and the other visitors to the park, still hoping to see a pet like him.
Suddenly, Matt turned. He slipped through a gap in the bushes and trees, and Sirrus had to pick up his pace to keep up with his master, as they walked out into the brush and away from the sight of the park.
After a moment, the ottercoon turned again, stopping in a tiny, open, grassy spot behind surrounded in trees: still close enough to hear the laughter and playing from the park--but not close enough to see it. He sat down and his pet hopped over.
Sirrus sat in front of his master with his head tilted in confusion.
Before he could open his muzzle to speak, Matt reached forward, hooking his pet's loincloth, and pulling Sirrus closer with a smile.
The dragon meeped again and put a claw on his master's leg, instinctively fighting being pulled so suddenly, "M-matt?"
Matt kissed Sirrus on the end of his nose, "Sirrus...I'm sorry."
Sirrus relaxed and let himself be pulled closer. He licked Matt's nose pad with a smile, "Don't be sorry..."
"I am though. I..." The ottercoon narrowed his eyes for a moment as he petted the little dragon, "I want you to listen really carefully, okay?"
Sirrus just nodded, nuzzling at the petting paw.
"I never meant for you to think I liked Chris more than you, and I'm very sorry." Matt leaned in, to look Sirrus in the eye and make sure he understood, "I have been a bad master, a bad friend, and I've hurt you."
"No! Nonono master, you didn't..." The dragon suddenly became frantic, not having intended to say his master had done something wrong. It wasn't his place, "M-master's supposed to be happy...a-and Chris makes...and it's not your job to...to..."
"Haven't we been over this?" Gently, Matt interjected himself to cut his pet off, "It IS my job to take care of you, and I haven't. I made you sad, and I shouldn't have." He smiled, "And I told you to call me Matt."
"S-sorry..." Sirrus averted his eyes, still feeling he'd done something wrong, "...Matt."
"You have nothing to apologize for." The ottercoon scratched Sirrus's chin, getting a happy murr and making his pet look at him again, "...now here's what we're gonna' do..."
Sirrus nodded, smiling more earnestly, now.
"If you decide you want a friend, you let me know, and we'll go back to the pound and get you one." Matt trailed his scratching down to his pet's chest as he spoke, looking him right in the eyes, "And I promise that he will be YOUR friend...not my pet. I will never pay him more attention than I do you, or like him more than I do you."
"But..." The dragon furrowed his brow in thought, "...won't that make HIM sad?"
Matt shook his head, "I'm sure he'll get plenty of attention from you." He paused for a moment and arched an eyebrow, "And...probably Riddick."
"And Chris!" Sirrus chirped, smiling wide.
The ottercoon laughed aloud. Chris certainly wouldn't give the new pet the kind of attention Riddick or Sirrus might, but he decided not to explain that, "Sure..."
"What'll he be??" Sirrus nearly bounced.
"We'll decide that when we get there and see what they have." Matt couldn't help but smile at how happy the prospect was making Sirrus, "But, this'll only be when YOU decide you want us to do it, and only once I can afford it, okay? You remember how I explained money to you?"
The dragon thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"Well this will take a lot!" Matt shot up his paws, fingers flared for effect, "So...in the mean time...I'm gonna' make it my job to make sure you don't EVER feel left out anymore. I am very sorry I've been so..." He paused, trying to pick a word Sirrus would understand. Neglectful? Forgetful? "...dumb. I won't be anymore. I'll make sure that I have plenty of time for you, from now on."
"You mean we'll play?" Sirrus lit up again.
The ottercoon just nodded.
Sirrus tilted his head in thought, and then looked down and back up, "What about Chris?"
"I bet I can make time for both of you." Matt shrugged, "And if I can't...I don't think he'll mind."
"Maybe..." The dragon traced a claw in the dirt, "Maybe he could play with me too..."
Matt shook his head, "I still don't think he'll want to, boy."
Sirrus's claw stopped and he slumped a little, looking sad and dejected again.
"We've been over this, Sirrus." The ottercoon brushed a paw across his pet's cheek, "I told you: it's not because he doesn't like you, he just-"
"I know." Sirrus cut him off, "He just won't play with pets like that."
"Then why do you look so sad?"
"Cause, if...if you like it so much, then he must be fun to play with!" The dragon looked up, "I wanna' do it, too!"
Matt laughed at his pet's predicament, "Well...I might not be Chris, but you can still play with me." He started tugging on Sirrus's loincloth again, beginning to undo it, "Will I do?"
Sirrus looked down, and then padded closer before his master could undo the garment. He climbed over Matt's legs and curled up in his master's lap and chest, licking his chin, "It's...it's okay, Matt. We don't have to play..."
The ottercoon licked back and lifted his pet, repositioning him to sit on his butt, "But you want to."
"I...I didn't say..."
"You ALWAYS want to."
"But..." Sirrus shook his head, "...we're supposed to play when YOU want to. Not me."
Matt answered that by tugging on Sirrus's loincloth again, finishing undoing it and leaving the dragon exposed, "That's not the way this is gonna' work anymore. If you want to play, you let me know, and I'll do everything I can to make time for you."
"Really?" The dragon smiled up at him.
Matt opened his muzzle to say yes, but then remembered how often Sirrus wanted to play, "You might not always get a yes. But I still want you to know that you can ask, and I'll always do my best, okay?"
Sirrus nuzzled again, "O-okay..."
The ottercoon started rubbing Sirrus's sheath softly and smiled as he kissed his pet on the nose again, "Now, what do you want us to do? It's been a long time since you've played...so you choose."
Sirrus murred, leaning back a bit, but then shook his head, still nervous with the idea of not just being the obedient pet, "I-I want you to choose..."
Matt leaned his muzzle down and kissed under Sirrus's chin once, "Well...I want to do a lot of things..." He pressed his muzzle against Sirrus's neck, kissing, licking, and suckling hard, as he stroked his pet, "But I asked you."
The dragon squirmed, yipping lightly as Matt sucked his neck, and he pressed down hard on his master's crotch.
Matt moved his muzzle around the side of Sirrus's neck, right under his ear, and stopped to whisper in it, "I'll ask again..." He squeezed down on Sirrus's sheath with another quick stroke, "What do you want to do?"
Sirrus purred deeply, squirming, "P-put it in me..."
The ottercoon licked at Sirrus's ear and kissed back down his neck, almost like he ignored what his pet said...and Sirrus just leaned back, moaning softly and clawing lightly at his master's arm.
Matt kept stroking his pet as he kissed down the dragon's neck and onto his chest, where he spread his lips & muzzle wider to nip at Sirrus's flesh and lick and suck his little nipples.
The dragon cried out in a yip, as his entire cock finally slipped from of its sheath. On cue, Matt let go of the nipple in his mouth and dived down, kissing his pet's cock and licking all around its tip as the dragon squirmed about.
"Oah..." Sirrus clawed at Matt's head, pushing into him hard, with Matt putting up no fight and easily taking the entire cock in to his muzzle.
The ottercoon sucked it all the way in, closing his mouth tight around his pet's rigid member and sucking down hard. He slid back up and then back down, Sirrus's whole cock easily sliding in and out of the larger fur's muzzle.
In his lap, Sirrus began to pant, his small sac growing close to his body. Matt stopped his lips just around the head, where he nibbled softly and licked, knowing that would only drag it out for Sirrus and not let him finish yet.
The dragon's panting grew heavier as he looking down at Matt, whimpering, with his eyes half closed. Matt stalled his nibbling and licking to suckle again, and bobbed just on the head a few times, but then stopped like he had to come up for breath.
As Matt smiled at him, Sirrus curled up in his master's arms and lap, nuzzling the larger fur and pawing at himself slowly.
The ottercoon playfully slapped at the dragon's paw with a chuckle, "That feel good boy?"
Sirrus nodded, still curled up with his master, but not pawing, "Y-yeah..."
Matt patted him on the head and smiled, "Now what was it that you were wanting?"
The dragon looked up, whimpering and smiling a bit, and pointed to his tailhole.
"Well, then..." With a sly smile, Matt began to undo his belt, "Climb off of me, and face away..."
Sirrus just yipped happily as he hopped off and laid on the ground, his butt up in the air and his tail up...tailhole exposed.
The ottercoon chuckled. He'd almost forgotten that he didn't have to explain any of this to Sirrus, anymore. "Silly of me." He muttered as he finished undoing his belt and pants, letting them hang open with his bulge sticking out.
Sirrus just wiggled his tail and rear as his master stared down lustfully at him. Matt leaned forward, putting his nose under the wiggling tail and giving it a quick lick.
The dragon shook and murred as he pushed back, wanting his master inside of him.
Matt licked at it a little more, moving down below the tail hole and across his pet's nuts before stopping, "Poor boy...am I teasing you?"
Sirrus meeped yet again and nodded, "P-please?" He pushed back more.
The ottercoon kissed beside his pet's hole again. He wasn't done having his fun, but decided to give Sirrus what he wanted, "Okay boy..." He reached down, pulling his boxers from over his fully erect cock and shifted all the way forward...his tip right under his dragon's hole.
Sirrus squirmed a bit, resting his head on the cool grass as his gripped his side with one paw and the ground with the other. Matt pushed forward, much more resistance than he remembered, thanks to it having been so long, but slowly his head forced through. The dragon tilted his head back in a soft cry and dug his claws into the ground.
"Whoa..." The ottercoon let out a soft moan as he buried himself deeper and deeper into Sirrus, up to the hilt, "It's almost like it's your first time. I was expecting this to be easier..."
Sirrus just groaned as he started to grind and push against Matt's cock. It definitely wasn't like the first time for the dragon. The first time, he hated it, but this time he couldn't wait for his master to take him again. And he wanted him to go hard and fast.
Matt chuckled as he recognized the sign, "Well...I guess you're not hurt." He pulled back out to the tip and thrust back in quick, hurting himself a little, because it was so tight...but still pulled out and slammed again.
The dragon yelped with each thrust, his own cock bouncing and tapping his stomach as he let out frequent moans of pleasure. Matt leaned his head up and back as he pushed faster and faster into the hole, loosening Sirrus slightly with every thrust.
Sirrus pushed back with each thrust, finally slamming back with one and letting out a loud, moaning yelp, his cock bouncing and shooting his small load all over the grass beneath them.
The ottercoon leaned back down, licking the back of Sirrus's neck as he kept going. He clenched his muscles and pistoned faster and harder, not wanting to keep this up too long after his pet was done.
Rocking with the thrusts, Sirrus fell limp in his master's arms. Matt kept pushing in and out of him, as the little guy clamped down hard on the ottercoon's cock, both of their heads rolling back in growing moans. Matt was close.
Sirrus fell onto the grass, panting heavily and doing his best to hold on tight as his master pounded away, moaning louder and louder. Matt gripped down on Sirrus's side so hard it nearly hurt.
The ottercoon slammed against and into his pet a quick few more times, and his dragon began to feel that familiar hot sensation building inside him, as stream after stream of Matt's load shot out and filled him.
Sirrus squirmed and moaned, milking Matt's cock for all that it was worth, as, above him, his murred and grunted before he pulled back out through the tight hole.
As he watching the little dragon collapse in the grass, Matt landed sitting on his butt behind his pet, "T...tired?"
Sirrus laid heavily in his own cum as he looked back, his eyes half closed, "Y-yeah..."
"Well...I guess we had a good time at the park." The ottercoon made no attempt to stand, or even tuck himself away, "T-time we go home...?"
In time, Matt & Sirrus pushed their way out from the little wooded area of the park and back to onto the sidewalk. Matt's hair was disheveled, his clothes weren't quite straight, and there was a small stain on his shirt from where his cock had laid after they finished. Sirrus's loincloth was still back there on the grass somewhere, and he was at Matt's side. Unlike usually, he was up and on his hind legs, stark nude, and his stomach and chest stained in dry cum.
The ottercoon looked around at all the nearby furs, and tugged Sirrus's leash to get him to follow along. Many of those nearby didn't notice the pair at all, too wrapped up in whatever they were up to. Of those who did, though, some snickered, some sneered, some leered, and more still muttered under their breath or alerted their less attentive friends.
Sirrus just padded along beside his master, smiling at those who looked over, completely unaware that what they'd done was just something he shouldn't do in public....and equally unaware how obvious it was that they had.
Matt smiled at them as well, as they drew ever nearer to the car. Knowing it was far too late to hide anything, by then, he even winked at some of the more disgusted onlookers for his amusement.
His dragon looked up, smiling as both he and Matt hopped into the car, "Do you think they'd like to play?"
"I'd doubt it..." Matt turned on the car and quickly pulled out, hoping no one close enough to see took the time to take down his license plate, "Well Sirrus...I really hope you had fun, 'cause guess where we can't ever go, anymore?"
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There we go! The soap opera, Forbidden, continues!!
* Starring: F. R. Borealis as Eirc Matthew Cameron Cecil B. North as Sirrus *
Cecil was a writer here as well, back in the Yiffstar days. If you want to check out the stuff he wrote back then, go ahead and look him up. His username on here is: Cecil_88
We're back! And we finally addressed this issue! Took long enough, didn't it? Sirrus, Matt, Riddick, and others have mentioned here and there how so much of Matt's time has been dedicated to Chris, and how it may or may not have been affecting Sirrus, but now we've actually seen the effects. So what will come of this, now? Does Sirrus really have a new friend on the way? Is there another talking pet joining the cast? Who/what would he be? And what, if any, impact will this have on Matt & Chris's playtimes? Find out as Forbidden continues!
SIDE NOTE: Staring with this chapter, we've taken a break from our trend of cliffhangers, and of multiple subsequent chapters building big story archs. Instead, the next four chapters will be one-off, stand alone stories. They aren't fantasies like the Lost Chapter. They actually DO happen in the story...they're just more self contained than usual. This means you won't see the ramifications of this chapter for a while, but tune in next time for the return of two characters who we haven't seen in over 6 chapters for one of them, and 9 or 10 for the other.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
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See you for the next 28 chapters of Forbidden! ^_^