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Oral Fixation

by

Gruffy

2016

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"I've tried everything," the gryphon thrummed his clawed fingers against the sturdy armrests of the high-backed chair he sat on, already grooved from the claws and nails of innumerable before him doing the same nervous thing on that very same seat.

"Yes?" a deep, rumbling voice questioned, coming from another leather-upholstered armchair placed at a strategic angle from the other one in the comfortably decorated office.

"Yes," the gryphon snapped his beak. "Light cigarettes, e-cigarettes, nicotine inhaler, nicotine patch, a pack a day of nicotine gum, vaping, cognitive behavioral therapy, hypnotherapy, meditation, hydrotherapy..."

The dragon wearing a white coat and sitting upon his throne-like green leather armchair perked his ears.

"Hydrotherapy?" he rumbled.

The gryphon growled.

"Total waste of time. Hot and cold baths, lying on a bed wrapped in hot blankets while they played some goddamned relaxation music," the gryphon made a vicious face. "I think i've tried everything except electric shocks."

The dragon chortled good-naturedly.

"I would not suggest aversion therapy in this case, no," the dragon said.

The gryphon grunted.

"Well I've tried everything else," he said, "I happened to hear your name, though, and I decided to...well, the hell, give it a try, do I have anything to lose?"

"Indeed...Mister Christian..." the dragon mused, "you are not the first one to come here upon the...referral of a former client, indeed."

"I was told that you are very effective," the gryphon stated. "Expensive, but effective."

The dragon smiled a little, bordering on smug for the moment.

"I have a very high success rate, Mister Christian," he said, "and even though I do understand that my charge is...premium...I generally have no complaints, and very few relapses when it comes to my patients who seek my helps with their addictions and compulsions."

The gryphon in the grey business suit glanced over the wooden paneled walls, plastered with diplomas and certificates from prestigious universities all around the country. They looked impressive enough, as was the consultation room, and the rest of the practice, with the waiting area, the neatly dressed secretary, the complimentary coffee. In fact, he already felt more comfortable than while sitting outside in the waiting room before he was called in to the dragon's office. There was an air of old-fashioned refined professional, harking back to the time when doctors had those black leather cases from which they'd bring out their instruments and their cure-it-all syringes, the kind of a family doctor who'd know everyone, had treated everyone, and would give some strong peppermint sweets to any passing kids from a little brown paper bag.

"Well I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe you could help me, Doctor Lucien," the gryphon told to the black and blue beast sitting across from him. "And if you have any suggestions, I would be grateful to hear them. This truly is ridiculous."

"We all have our problems with addiction, Mister Christian" the dragon boomed, "sometimes under our direct deliberation, often tempted by another...psychological, physiological...there are many layers to it, many mechanisms both in our bodies, and our minds, all working together to make addiction medicine a very challenging subsection of psychiatry, and it is the one I am specialized in."

He stood up, taking a moment to stretch himself out before he began to pace about the room, tail swinging behind him, from under the hem of the white coat that reached his knees.

"Recreational drugs, prescription medications, alcohol, biting your nails, tobacco, buying that one extra doughnut...did you know that sugar is as addictive as heroin?" the dragon stated dramatically.

"Yes?" Mister Christian spat.

"Well, it is a the kind of kitchen sink statement one often hears," the dragon mused, "but believe me, the number of women who come through my door asking my help to stop them from eating...that alone would keep my practice afloat, ha!"

He pursed his lips, snorted, and carried on pacing, followed by the gryphon's gaze.

"So many, trapped in their little mental prisons...even if their body is ready to give up the substance of pleasure, their mind is too bound into the single thing that is guaranteed to bring satisfaction, joy..." Doctor Lucien smacked his lips, "the great Oscar Wilde said that a cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure - do you know why?"

The gryphon harrumphed.

"Because it is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied..." the dragon rumbled along.

"Humph."

"The perfect pleasure...lasting for as long as the cigarette is upon your lips..." the dragon hissed, "and then, when it's over, that cigarette is put out and the nicotine slowly dissipates from your central nervous system, the pleasure centers wind down...and you start looking forward to the next cigarette...the perfect pleasure of opening the packet, of lighting that roll, of inhaling that first puff..."

He inhaled, loudly, and held it. The gryphon was already sweating, watching with rapt attention.

"Phhhhhhhhh..." the dragon breathed out, "don't you just feel how the...how the pleasure replaces the craving...how you can finally calm down...how the very world seems clearer...how it seems that your ideas move faster..."

The gryphon gasped.

"Y-yes..." he rumbled.

"That, Mister Christian," the dragon said, "that is what smoking does to you..."

He turned around swiftly, to face the gryphon in his chair, and clasped his clawed hands behind his back.

"And I can help you..." Doctor Lucien said, "I can offer you the standard treatment plan of fifteen sessions. Today, we spend an hour together, and for the next seven weeks, half an hour twice a week, in exercises, and I can guarantee that by the end of this seven week period, you will no longer be a smoker, Mister Christian."

"Guarantee?" the gryphon chorted. "Will I get that on paper?"

The dragon chuckled.

"This is not the television shopping network, Mister Christian," he said, "we do not make claims easily, oh, no, by no means. There will be a paper to sign for you, where I agree that should you fail to cease smoking, the fees for the treatment sessions will be returned to you in full. But you will also have to sign the clause that states that should you stop smoking for at least a six-month period following the end of the treatment cycle, you agree that you are not entitled to demand the return of the money. Call it our...six month guarantee, Mister Christian? You are a businessman, you must understand our interests in this manner...isn't that so?"

The gryphon looked suspicious, but definitely piqued by the prospect.

"And if you fail...if I fail over those six months..."

" A full refund," said Doctor Lucien, "and of course, this initial consultation is free as it is, since it is for me to...ascertain your situation and for you to decide whether to proceed with the treatment."

"And if I do?"

"I will schedule appointment for you starting next week, and you will be provided with our standard package of home exercises for you to perform at home at your own leisure - they will not consume a lot of your time, and I guarantee you, they are very important in the process of treatment."

The gryphon's beak made a bad-tempered clack.

"If it's more of those imagery exercises of imagining yourself on a desert island under the palm trees..."

The drake chuckled.

"I can guarantee you that it won't take more than five minutes of your time every day, Mister Christian, and you will not have to think about sand and palm trees," Doctor Lucien said.

"And I'd have to decide now?" the gryphon asked.

"After a preliminary treatment, to see whether you are...receptive," Doctor Lucien mused. "Free of charge. And you'll only have to sign the agreement once we are done."

He could see the gryphon wondering upon this proposal...the deep frown, the leonine rumble...and the genuine desperation in the middle-aged man's demeanor, of truly wanting to do a real change in his life, a redemption, to get rid of at least one bad habit if he only could. That's why they usually ended up onto his door, the dragon thought, and looking like that, like a kid who'd lost their balloon.

Well, Doctor Lucien had a big supply of pretty, free balloons.

"What the hell," Mister Christian grumbled. "I'll try it. But if it doesn't work..."

"I'll give you a few names you can call on to see if they could be of assistance to you, Mister Christian," Doctor Lucien mused.

He could almost see the cogs turning, before the gryphon's beak finally fell down.

"Alright."

"Splendid!" the doctor dragon mused, walking over to his desk to click on the intercom button "Adeleine? I shall be busy for the next thirty minutes."

"Yes, Doctor Lucien."

The drake released the button and turned to look at the anxious gryphon again.

"If you would lie down on the couch then, please," he mused pleasantly. "It'll only take a moment and you will likely find it quite relaxing, too."

"As long as there's no ink blots...someone tried those on me too..." the gryphon shook his head as he got up from the armchair and moved over to the leather couch of the classical Doctor Freud model, sitting by one wall of the consultation room.

"I promise you, I only use the most modern methods," Doctor Lucen replied, as he too strolled over towards the couch.

The gryphon settled down onto the leather surface, head resting on the raised end while the rest of him was sprawled somewhat tensely upon the rest of the couch. The doctor drake moved over towards him, and pulled over a stool on which he could sit by the couch, facing the patient lying down upon it.

"Are you comfortable, Mister Christian?" Doctor Lucien asked.

"As comfortable as I can be," the suited man snorted. "I want to get this over with."

"Indeed," the dragon said.

Doctor Lucien put his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out something shiny, held in his palm before he clasped it and then, carefully, unfurled a small golden pendant that hung from a shiny silver chain. He held it by the end of the chain, and watched the gryphon's eyes glitter curiously upon the object.

"This, Mister Christian, is a pendulum," he said, "a tool that is very helpful in suggestion and concentration."

The gryphon's eyes narrowed.

"You mean, this is hypnosis?" the man grunted.

The dragon began to swing the pendulum in front of the gryphon's eyes, which immediately began to follow its slow movement, back and forth.

"Now, Mister Christian," said the dragon," this is actually suggestion...but this pendulum here...this is for you to remember..."

"R-remember?" the gryphon muttered.

"Yes..." the dragon said, "so that you can tell that the doctor did something with a pendulum, and you felt very calm and relaxed..."

He could already see the gryphon's eyes glassing over, and the dragon's victorious smile grew into a trill, coming up his chest and into his throat.

"But it's just a memory cue...the true suggestion began the moment you entered this room, seeking my help..." the dragon continued in his murmuring voice, "...and when I decided that you would amuse me, I...well...expressed my scent glands...heh.."

The gryphon's lips moved a little, but no sound came out. The drake thought that to be a good sign.

"Oh, I know it's a bit rude, but...yes...it is effective..." the doctor mused, still slowly swinging his pendulum, "yes...indeed...but it does allow me to help with your problem..."

"Hhhrrr..." the gryphon breathed loudly.

"I can see your problem, Mister Christian," the dragon said as he quietly pocketed the pendulum, its purpose served, "...it's not the nicotine, no...with the amount of replacement you have been taking, that should have been enough...no...it's not that...it's not the chemical dependency that is your issue...no...your real problem is much less pharmaceutical..."

The dragon chuckled, and cupped the gryphon's compliant beak into his fingers.

"Mister Christian, it is your oral fixation that is your issue, really...the need to have something between your lips..."

He thrust his index finger into the gryphon's obedient beak, just so that the tip remained between the slightly parted lips.

"A common issue...Freud would've said that you have repressed your oral phase, and that it is a form of infantilism, really...in your high strung life, something easy you can control...your very own mouth..."

The dragon chuckled again.

"But I am not Freud...and I just think that there is something we can do about your problem...hmm...yes..."

He brushed his saliva-coated finger against the gryphon's beak as he pulled his hand away, and stood up from his stool.

"I am sure that the upcoming sessions will hone this message..."

The dragon unbuttoned his white, respectable lab coat, slowly, enjoying the action, really, while watching the dazed gryphon sit where he was. Doctor Lucien let the hems of the coat fall to the side, and then opened the zipper on his pants to dig out his hard cock.

It bounced out, throbbing, seeping strong, musky pre-cum that made the gryphon's nostrils flare. The dragon enjoyed his own scent, though was well aware that he was not susceptible for the heady mixture of pheromones his great arousal was putting out. The gryphon, however, had gone from being surly and argumentative to being quite placid, sitting docilely on the couch and inhaling big gulps of the musky air, now that it was coming from its source.

"For your first session...just take it in your maw and suck for your heart's content, Mister Christian...it's what your body needs...on more ways than one..."

The gryphon blinked, as if contemplating whether the dragon's suggestion was a fine idea or not, but Doctor Lucien's hand upon his neck really helped him to make the decision for him, to nudge his head forward so that the dragon's angry purple penis prodded his beak, which then opened to swallow its length.

The drake let out an unprofessional trill at the feeling of the exotic fur's beak closing upon his swollen dick. A fleshy tongue rubbed upon the ridged underside of the long shaft, making him let out a few other sounds while the gryphon's beak took several inches of his tool into its slick warmth. The dragon wasn't sure whether the male had ever sucked a cock before - he doubted it, but that only added to the thrill, really. What he knew was that he had his dick somewhere warm and nice, and that he was looking forward to sampling this exotic maw many other times as well, with the gryphon's treatment...proceeding. Perhaps it was a bit devious of him, to charge so much for so many sessions that were basically superfluous repeats of the first one, the suggestion he implemented on the first go strong enough that it would not easily break or wane. He hadn't really heard complaints from his patients, however, they tended to leave with a happy smile on their maws after their meetings with the Doctor in his private consultation room.

The sheer dominant pleasure of the act, and the warmth upon his meat had him spurting pre-cum into the gryphon's maw, thick fluid slowly dribbling towards his throat where the reflex was for him to swallow it. This only served to add to the musky haze filling the male's mind, sitting there without complaints while he gobbled down the dragon's member again and again, now sliding between his lips with gentle, slow thrusting motions from the deeply breathing drake.

"...hmmyes...many interesting consultations..." grumbled the dragon, feeling his arousal grow even further in the passionate turmoil of the situation.

He thrust deeper, held it there, pulled out, and continued with the more shallow motions for some time before a glance at the ultra-stylish wall clock told him that time was moving on.

"Hmm...shame...you needed a lot of talk..." the dragon mused, "oh well...you'll be back Monday...hmm...time to give you some medicine..."

He gripped the back of the gryphon's neck and thrust deep, the bulky tip of his cock sliding so far down the male's maw that it practically penetrated into his gullet and when the creamy streamers of cum were released, the gryphon swallowed every drop with heady motions that suckled upon the dragon's member and milked him for the last taste.

He was breathing deep, panting, really, when he finally pulled out and enclosed his cock back into his drawers and beyond the flaps of his coat he spent some time buttoning while his breathing relaxed.

"Hmmm...well that was...necessary..." Doctor Lucien mused, "hmmm..."

He turned to look at the gryphon again, whom was sitting on the couch with a kind of a dreamyy distant look on his face, and, as he spied, a huge bulge on the front of his pants. The drake's brow quirked curiously, and he moved forward, sniffing the air.

"Could it be..." the doctor mused.

The gryphon did not stop him when he undid his belt and fly buttons, to reveal a growing dark stain upon his white underwear. It made the dragon's cock pulse anew in his slit, and forced him to take a moment to contemplate uninteresting thoughts to keep himself...under lock and key, so to speak.

"Well, well...you were even more receptive than I thought..." the drake chuckled, "might even have to charge extra for this cleaning service...."

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..."...and I'm really just supposed to be squeezing this ball for five minutes every night?"

"Oh yes!" the drake told the gryphon, already at the door into the consultation room. The businessman looked suspiciously at the yellow rubber ball in his palm, and while he gave it an exploratory squeeze, it furrowed upon itself, let out an odd trilling noise and then bounced back together as air flowed into it once more. "You will find it most relaxing, Mister Christian, and you'll feel perfectly calm afterwards."

"Odd..." the gryphon grumbled. "And I'll be back on Monday, yes?"

You can check the appointment time from my secretary," Doctor Lucien told the gryphon, "and for now, I wish you a good day, and hope that you will find success with your treatment programme."

"Oh we'll see..." the gryphon sounded a bit suspicious, but...calm.

"Bye bye!"

"BYe..."

The smiling dragon watched the gryphon disappear and then looked upon the nervous-looking lion occupying one of the chairs in the waiting room.

Ah, my 2 o'clock, the drake thought, persistent nervousness and feelings of inadequacy.

"I'll be with you right away," he told the lion, and flashed his most charming smile.

And he might have...expressed, a little, but only a little. Otherwise his secretary might get a bit...odd.

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