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Protective Droning

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Dressed in a sleek two-toned blue suit, cyan strikes that make diamonds on his chest, matching set up along his arms. His blond hair is wild yet seems tamed. In his black furred hand is a small button that has a red light that shows on the end. With dark blue-green glasses the anthropomorphic black cat looks over his client, a massive buff anthropomorphic white scaled crocodile, “I’m going to thread you up so good, that you will fall for yourself,” he says, clicking the device in his paw, a red light runs across the croc’s body. Detail and measurements down to the micrometer shows up in his glasses, the data transmitted to his store network.

The crocodile speaks in a rough gravelly voice, “I don’t know about that. When space moths got into my suit on the way to my trade deal meeting with the Averian, I thought I was sunk. They have a reputation for wanting clean and pristine guests. The fact you’re here in the middle of nowhere is a real lifesaver.”

He flicks his tail, walking around him, butt stepping with a suaveness with a dash of, “I’m going to pounce”. “I wouldn’t say that the Fine Feline is in the middle of everywhere. We’re in the middle of seventeen different major trade lanes. We’re the center of the galaxy, just minus the super massive black hole,” he chuckles, letting out a soft purr, “Just remain still so I can get the best measurements.”

“Got it, Mr. Cat,” he says looking in the mirror, stripped down to only his boxers. Following the feline’s movements, “So, did you hear about that ship that escaped the supernova?”

“The one where a human connected himself to the Pflanze?”

“That’s the one.”

“Pretty crazy to think anyone could do that, and Mr. Cat sounds so formal and stuffy, just call me Axel. I craft clothes that are form fitting and free flowing, giving one the most dashing of styles. I like to have my store carry that same air about it.”

“Sure, sure, though why does your store then say Mr. Cat’s Fine Feline Threads in the directory.”

“Other names were taken. Downside of being in the main trade lanes, you’re in range of other places that have already registered your name. I’ve been to that Fine Feline; they don’t possess the fine quality standards that I possess just in my pinky claw.”

“I’m already here, you don’t have to sell me on it.”

He waves his hand with a smooth flutter, “Just explaining my position is all.”

“Right… So that human plant thing. Did you hear that he went to the Pflanze home world?”

“Did he now? Where did you hear that?”

“One of our crew members has a strange close relationship with them and he says they heard about it through their connection with each other. It’s actually a bit of a commotion for them.”

“I never spoke to the ones here. Now that I think about it I barely notice when they are around,” he mutters, his thumb pops out his claw, flipping the key around, tapping micro buttons that only his claw could hit, “Now, how about this style?” he asks, a holographic display of the customer’s future clothes is projected over the crocodile.

He looks at the bright colors of his possible attire. He squints at just how eye popping it looks with yet a smooth fancy elegant style that blends in with it that prevents it from looking tacky or clashing, “I know the Averian like their males to look how do I put it… flamboyant? But is this a bit much?” he asks, turning his head to look at Axel.

The cat’s hand practically dances as he waves him off, “I’ve had a lot of Averian customers over the years. I know crazy, a cat dressing a bird and not having them for dinner,” he chuckles, “But in all seriousness. These aren’t as flashy as you think. They’re colors that they take with pride, strength, dominance and most importantly respect. There’s also some ultraviolet colorations that I’ve worked with some of my Averian clients to create that makes it truly a remarkable sight in their eyes.”

“Really?” he asks, giving a look of disbelief.

He slides his glasses down his nose letting his dashing baby blues look straight at the crocodile, “Does this look like a face who would lie?” he asks, giving a feline grin.

“You were highly recommended…” he says, feeling a bit unsure, taking a slow deep breath through his nostrils, looking back in the mirror.

“I saw your previous suit. It wasn’t bad, but this? This will tell those birds you mean business and want to establish a positive mutually beneficial relationship like a Crocodile and an Egyptian Plover.”

“A what?”

“Have you ever been to Earth?”

“Earth? No, I haven’t. Wasn’t it that planet that was a little bit of an experimental melting pot from the hypothetical seeders?”

He quirks an eyebrow, “No. Well actually that was one theory, wasn’t it? It’s the planet that biologists like to point out the repetitive possibilities of evolution, showing similar species that didn’t diverge and grow into fully sentient bipedal species like you and me.”

“I think I’ve heard of the divergent sentience theory, so yeah, what about it?”

“On Earth there’s a bird that helps alligators, and it's a symbiotic relationship. Rather groovy actually.”

“Groovy?”

“Earth term from a few centuries ago. It sounded cool and I wanted to use it.”

“Cool?”

“Ah, another one of those terms. I get so many clients; I like to visit the home planets for my vacations. It gives me a better understanding of people’s cultures; I just came back from a trip from this fascinating planet full of lizards that have a reverse harem society.”

“A reverse harem society? What they have one guy and a lot of women?”

“Exact… actually no. Did not know harems worked that way for your kind.”

“We’re tough but our women? Tougher and occasionally they keep the best breeding stock close.”

“Ah, how curious. Well then, I should say it be kind of the harem you are used to. They are a rather controlling lot with dazzling color display for the females, but the curious thing is that they completely control their male’s reproductive cycle.”

“You don’t say?”

“I do say. I tried not to get too close though. I was told by the local guide that their pheromones could affect other species to varying degrees and it was best not to test that theory if you get what I mean. Last thing I want is to tell my other half, ‘Hey, I fucked this sexy lizard on another planet. I didn’t mean to. She just breathed on me and the next thing I knew I was at her beck and call’ it wouldn’t look good for me if you catch my drift.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, that would not be good,” he says, taking another moment to study the suit, standing to the side, the hologram adjusting to his movements to simulate the suit’s movement, “Your partner must trust you a lot to go on all these vacations by yourself.”

“Often, I bring him with me, but there was an issue at the station. Being the chief engineer, he had to see it through. I told him I could wait, but he insisted I go while there was a lull in the trade that comes every couple of clicks. And when he gave me those big dragon eyes, I couldn’t just say no. Dragons are a forceful lot.”

“I’ve had dealings with dragons. They command the situation quite often.”

“Yeah, I bet they never tell you they’d push things to help you not just themselves.”

“It seems to be the case once you befriend them. But from an outsider, it sure doesn’t look that way.”

“Their reputation is not unwarranted but like with everything in the universe there is more to see past the first glance. Speaking of first glances, what do you think?”

“Hmm,” he looks over the hologram, back at his reflection, “What kind of material will you be using?”

“The finest quality Sureelian fibers. Designed to let warmth in but not let it out. Perfect for regulating your body temperature, matted underneath with a fine tender Earth made silk that provides a smooth sleek sensation against your scales.”

“How quick can you get this done?”

“Before the end of the day, it’ll be made to fit your exact measurements, guaranteed.”

“Not that I have much of a choice. You better be right on your choice of style.”

“I can always go back to what you had before, but here at the fine feline you deserve to look your best for those you are with.”

“No, no. You made a good selling point, and the reviews on mewlp have been fantastic and don’t look to be bot accounts.”

He sighs, “Those bot reviews are just terrible. It gets harder to honestly express how good your business is with people buying that chunk.”

“There’s a trick to know when it’s bots or not for a business like yours.”

“Really? What is that if you don’t mind lending your ear to this fine feline.”

“You’re a low volume store, aren’t you?”

“I’d say I take the time to tailor to my customers, yes.”

“Your reviews are spread out and consistent. If you had a ton of comments about how good you are, for how fast you go through your clients? That would be suspicious.”

“That’s a fair point. I’ll try to keep that in mind if anyone ever questions my reviews,” he says with a pleasant purr, “Do you have any other needs at this time?”

“None, thank you.”

“Perfect, just head back into the dressing room and I’ll close out your account and we can process your bill.”

“That will be fine, my corporate account should be acceptable?”

“Perfectly fine here,” says Axel, waiting for the crocodile to enter the changing booth. He takes a big sigh, checking his watch, “Just a few more hours and I can finally relax with you Scott,” he thinks, having a daydream moment, before getting back to work, with a bit of a spring in his step.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. The vibrations of each step felt through his space suit. Only his magnetic boots and a lifeline tie him to the station and the great void of nothingness around them, “How the scientists figured out a stable gravity point all the way out here, I’ll never know,” thinks Scott. The white and neon yellow space suit hides the dragon’s features of his two-toned purple scales, fierce green eye reflecting slightly in the visor. He huffs, trying to blow the random bit of white hair that slides down in front of his blue one, “No matter what I do, it always happens when I can’t do anything about it,” he grumbles.

The lifeline runs across the metal railing, the vibrations felt through his suit. Thud, Thunk, Thud. Slow, steady, the endless stars out into the void while he’s nothing but a spec on this massive structure that is nothing but a spec of a spec in the grandness of just this local galaxy which is only a glimmer of light to far more than not in the vastness of the universe. The massive spaceport is a medium sized city out in the middle of nowhere if it wasn’t for it being everywhere. Ships come here to resupply, refuel, and perhaps re-arm depending on what is needed. From the small private crafts big enough for a dozen or so crew members and

Scott cared not one iota of such fanciful philosophical debates. He has a job to do, and he aims to do it. With his tail half coiled around the lifeline for a little bit of extra security he tugs along some extra equipment that can’t fit on his belt, such as replacement parts, along with a few metal panels.

The speaker in his suit flicks on, “Everything going fine there Scott?”

“Nayita? What did I do to receive the grace of such a lovely voice?” he asks with a chuckle.

“I want to ask what the hell you did to get assigned a spacewalk?” she responds.

“Being too damn good at this job,” he replies with another hearty chuckle, taking the next step.

“Really? Is that it now, huh?” she asks with a bit of sarcasm that made Scott see the look on her face all the way from here.

“When was the last time you heard me lie?” he says with a huff.

“Lie? Never. Exaggerate? All the damn time.”

“And do you think I’d be out here if I wanted to be? The view is great and all but once you’ve seen it a few dozen hundred times, it becomes boring.”

“So, really, how did you get stuck doing a walk?”

“Some big wig, I don’t know who that’s here on layaway visit is complaining about the vibrations and slowness of their window shield.”

“Don’t those windows tint and project a hologram to give whatever view the person wants?”

“Yes, but it’s one of those anal types that just wants everything to run perfectly.”

“And George sent you?”

“He’d know I’d get it done… and I was the closest one to it at the time the complaint was filed.”

“Well didn’t you just hit the shit lottery.”

“It’s not as bad as the rework we had to do,” he replies, reaching the section on the station.

She shudders, “Don’t remind me, all those doubles. And you had to cancel your trip didn’t you?”

He let out a groan, “Yeah, but Axel needed the time off and I can’t let my work stop him like I won’t let his stop me.”

“Is he still trying to make you dress all prim and proper?”

“The better question is when doesn’t he?” he laughs heartily, kneeling down in front of the plate that protects the mechanics that operate the external window cover. He tries to peer into the windows but the special glass makes it impossible to see what’s on the other side even from here, “I wish they installed EAGM’s on this bucket of bolts. It’ll make working out here so much fucking easier.”

“You know they’d never fork over the money for those gravity devices.”

“It would save so much money in the long run, and speed up doing spacewalk work,” he remarks, slowly working to remove the metal plate, “Would save on so many lost screws too,” he states, watching one simply float away, not even bothering to grab it, having dozens more in a storage device he has with him.

“Yeah, but they don’t do shit like that, and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah. And what brings you to grace me with your presence?” he asks, placing the dented panel onto a magnetic grip, “Looks like a micrometer hit it. Even all the way out here there’s still stuff out here. Probably popped off a ship or something,” he thinks, going through the schematics, working to remove other protective layers to get to the system below.

“Oh, fuck you, Scott. I can’t give a friendly call?”

“Sure, you can, but I haven’t seen it yet,” he says, feeling that stare from where he is, the look pressing in the back of his mind.

After a long pause she sighs, “Fine, you got me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Hey!”

“Come on, let me ride you just a little bit. What is it that you need?” he asks, keeping focus on his task, moving through it, tapping a holographic screen to double check schematics and looking over the damages the hit did, “I should have this fixed in a jiffy.”

“Could you fix the food replicator system on C deck, section twenty-three for me?”

“The… food replicator? Sheesh Nayita why can’t you do it?”

“I have appointments I can’t cancel.”

“Appointments? Who is he this time?”

“What? Pff, why would you say something like that?”

“I know that tone of voice, who is it this time?”

“No one that you know. He recently came in with the big trade convoy en route to the Averian systems.”

“Wait, you're going on a date with a Croc?”

“So? What of it? You’re with a cat.”

“Don’t tell me it's the white scaled one.”

“No, he has blue scales with some nice sexy stripes. I’m a sucker for stripes. He’s the co-pilot of the ship.”

“Sounds like you are refining your tastes,” he says with a chuckle.

“Come on now. You’ve busted my ovaries enough. So, are you going to help me or not?”

“You do know I’ve been eager to spend some alone time with Axel since he came back from his trip.”

“It’ll be an easy fix, barely thirty minutes, please?”

“If it's that easy, why can’t you do it? You’d probably be done with it now if you didn’t spend all your time asking me.”

“He got a reservation at the Mauve Desert. And I don’t know how he did it, but he did. And you can’t show up late for that.”

“Shit, he sounds like he’s really gunning for you. How gentle will you be when you break his heart?”

“I give every guy a fair shot. It’s up to them to impress me,” she says with a huff.

“Alright. I’ll do it, but you owe me, got it?”

“But of course, I’m a snake of my word.”

“Without the hiss.”

She does a playful hiss, “I only do it when I want, or play with those that don’t know better.”

He chuckles, “Anyway I should focus on this. I’ve already lost two screws, and I want to limit my wastage paperwork.”

“Alright, thanks again deary, good luck!”

He sighs, “I don’t need lucky, I have skill,” he remarks, continuing his work.

Axel unlocks the door with his biometrics, “I’m home! Today was a long day,” he says, calling out to his lover moving through the decent sized multi-room apartment with its own kitchen, living and dining rooms. “Scott? Are you there?” he calls out checking the room, “Now where did that Komodo go?” he huffs, there’s a rumble and clattering back in the kitchen, “Is that you Scott?” he calls out, heading back in, seeing no one. His ear twitches, “What in the world?” he mutters reaching the kitchen counter top when leaping up onto the counter with amazing ease and a flap of their gliding wings, a pure black scaled mini dragon no more than a foot and a half long from head to tail tip. He looks up at Axel with these big reptilian yellow eyes, blinking with twin eyelids.

“Mwar!” exclaims the dragon, wing spreading out, chest puffing out, tongue licking her nose.

Axel jumps, fur standing out on end, but he quickly regains himself, patting himself smooth, “Lexa, don’t scare me like that.”

She tilts her head, “Mwar?”

He places his hand on his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart, tail swishing quickly, “So what is that you want Lexa? I told you, you’re not allowed up on the kitchen counter.”

“Mwar,” she responds, pattering over to the edge of the counter, sitting but down on it, claws clattering on the stone top, wings spreading, “Mwar!”

He sighs, petting their horned head, ear fins spreading, nuzzling into the touches, licking across the heads, pressing his body up and along the touch, wanting it to be harder, head rubbing up against his hand, “You want the double pets, don’t you.”

A deep rumble through the little dragon’s body, wiggling and squirming along those feline claws, her tough skin able to handle whatever the feline throws at her. Tail wagging, wings fluttering, rolling onto her belly, showing off her golden belly, wrapping her claws around his arm.

“Ah careful now.”

The dragon proceeds to playfully bite onto Axel’s fingers, chewing on the sides, with enough pressure to be felt but never enough to really hurt. The rough tongue runs across the feline’s paw pad fingers, “H-hey, stop that now my hand is not a pacifier or a chew toy.”

The dragon is surprisingly gentle with the sharp non-retractable claws of her’s. Their feet pull up and gently run across the underside of Axel’s arm, while she continues to chew and lick, rubbing her muzzle up against the wet matted fur of the feline’s hand.

“I know you missed me and I couldn’t give you a proper hello before, but now that you’ve established your dominance can you let my hand go?” he asks, smirking at her. He slowly tries to pull his hand away, but the dragon pulls the hand in closer, while licking the arm back.

“Hey, hey, my hand is attached to my arm. You can’t have the hand be closer and arm farther away,” he says, trying to pull his hand away but thwarted each time till he tries to run his free hand along the dragon’s side, giving it a gentle pet. Which Lexa jumps and grabs, giving the feline the end result he wants, freeing his hand… partially.

He looks down, seeing now that his other hand is trapped by the dragon. Tail half coiled around his arm, the hind legs still doing a soft kick along his arm, while the dragon gnaws playfully on his digits. He sighs, “Come on now, let me go, I want to make a call to see where Scott is. Can you do that for me?”

Lexa nibbles, bites, licks, looking at Axel, gripping his hand and arm tighter while kicking it, “Mwar,” she says, ‘hungrily’ chewing on the fingers once again with the sound of a hungry animal chewing on meat, making it sound far worse than it is.

“Hey, hey, hey! Would you want something to eat? I’ll get you something, want some meat, we got plenty of meat.”

The door clicks and opens, Scott stepping into the house, “Axel I’m home, sorry I am a bit… Axel, what are you doing with Lexa?” he says, his tail swishes, his clothes a bit worn with grease stains on it.

The feline gives his mate pleading eyes of “help me” when he says, “What I am doing to her? You mean what she’s doing with me.”

“Mwar!” Lexa playfully growls continuing her chewing and licking assault.

“Look, you just need to know how to handle her,” he says, reaching around with both hands, sliding the hands under the wings and pulling them close to the dragon, “You have to hold gentle like a hamburger,” he explains, caressing the dragon with his claws, which makes her instantly release her claws from the death grip around Axel’s hand.

He slowly pulls away and once he feels safe, he quickly yanks it back, the dragon trying to do a one last minute grab to pull the hand back in, “Mwar!” she purrs.

“See wasn’t that so hard?”

“Yeah, because you are missing one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You had two hands free, I didn’t.”

“It works from any angle. And Lexa is a good girl, aren’t you Lexa?” he says, nuzzling and nibble licking across the dragon’s muzzle, “The best dragon-kobold there is. Yes, you are, yes you are,” he says with a playful tone.

“Mwar!” she responds happily with a draconic purr.

“Good girl,” he says, putting the dragon down.

She spreads her wings and leaps off the counter, gliding down onto the floor next to her food bowl, “Mwar.”

“See, she’s just a bit hungry, nothing to be worried about,” he says, grabbing her some food, the dragon rubbing herself up against Scott’s leg, reaching up to paw and dig her claws into his pants but his thick pants and scales aren’t even a bother to him.

“Easy for you to say,” he says, taking a moment to admire Scott, “How’s my Komodo doing?”

“Alright. Sorry for being late. I got roped into a last-minute job. But I’m glad Lexa was able to keep you entertained till I got back. How was your trip? You got in late and had to get up early, so we didn’t have any time to talk. I missed my warm furball to wake up to.”

“Sorry, I had to get ready for work nice and early. And the trip was half as good as it could have been.”

“Here you go Lexa,” says Scott, placing a bowl of food down. The dragon-kobold rushing to it, hungrily scarfing it down. His tail flicks, turning to Axel, “Did something happen? Your video messages said you were having a good time and you had something special for us when you got back.”

“I do,” he says with a feline smirk, “But without you, my other half, everything is only half as good as it could be.”

He sighs, shaking his head, “Smooth talking furball.”

“Hey, would you settle for anything less?”

“Less, no, more? Maybe.”

He huffs, wiggling his nose, causing his twitch, crossing his arms, “Maybe?”

“I’m going to take a shower, want to join me?” he asks with a smirk.

“Me? Water? Oh no,” he says, waving his hands, “Give me a decent comb. A bottle of Le Me’Wow and I’m golden. It’s better than my own tongue for fur cleaning.”

“And your hair?” he asks, motioning to Axel’s blond hair.

“My stylist handles that. A needed business expense.”

“Is that why you had to get up early this morning.”

“We all do what we must for our work. And believe me. I had to force myself to get out of bed and not have a good moment to really decompress with you.”

“You loveable fuzzball,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m going to take a shower now. You’re free to join me if you wish to risk it,” he says with a wink, removing his shirt about to toss it to Axel when he yells.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” he says, waving his hands, running down the hallway.

He flicks his tail, holding his crumbled-up work shirts, the dragon’s buff purple scales, his tough body scars, vague reminders of a time that is so distant to who he is now, he might as well have been another person. He tilts his head, waiting, the patter of the feline’s feet rushing back a couple minutes later, his fancy suit removed, leaving him only in his boxers.

“Okay now.”

Scott now stripped down to his bare scales, chuckles, “Catch,” tossing his uniform over to him, enjoying the cringing up on Axel’s muzzle.

“I’ll get this into the wash and then a bit of Le Me’Wow will clear up that oil.”

“Doesn’t that only work on your fur?”

“I was referring to my fur,” he says, walking off, holding the clothes away from him as far as he can, “So much lubricant.”

“You love lubricant!” Scott yells as he disappears down the hallway.

“Not this kind!” he yowls back.

He chuckles, looking down at Lexa, “He’s a furball but he’s my furball, isn’t that right Lexa?” The dragon-kobold is far too busy eating her food to respond, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

When Scott comes out of the shower, his normally braided hair is undone. He looks to his bed, seeing Axel on it, patting the covers, “Come here you big scaly,” he says, calling out to him.

He smirks, “Are you sure you want me in bed? I’m still a little wet with water,” he says, flicking his head, giving Axel a light mist from his white hair, his ear with golden rings pierced into them twitching.

Axel wiggles his nose, “I’ll brave water for you.”

“That’s almost the sweetest thing you’ve said to me this week,” he says, climbing into bed, reaching out to run his claws along that black fur with the white splotch on the chest, giving a soft playful growl.

“I’ve been gone all week.”

“Hearing how much you missed me was,” he says with a playful wink, swishing his tail, pressing into him, quickly turning the lean into a soft and tender kiss.

Axel purrs happily, tail wishing between his legs, running his paw pads along Scott’s smooth tender scales, feeling how strong yet delicate they are, slowly breaking the kiss, “You know your way with words is just…”

“Purrfect?”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure we’ll go with that.” he says with a hint of sarcasm, leaning in closer, “But before we begin, I want to show you what I got from my trip.”

His slit puffing, showing a little of the hidden pink flesh underneath, “This has to be something if you are bringing this up now.”

“Actually,” he says, reaching his hand under the pillow, pulling out a metallic cylinder, “I want to see if we could spice up our night with a little something extra.”

His ear twitches, “What did you bring?”

“A little bit of pheromones that is said to really liven up the mood. I got it from a reputable vendor while on vacation. A local specialty there.”

Scott takes the cylinder, giving a look over, “How sure you are about this?”

“Very.”

“Have you tested it?”

“No, I wanted to remain as much clear headed as I could during my trip. Last thing I want is to get lulled into doing something I’d later regret. If you catch my drift.”

“As well as you catch my laundry,” he chuckles, tapping his claw on the container, “How are you so sure?”

“I’ve seen it work at a distance. And I got what would be considered the weakest variant. A nice mind lulling lust.”

“Are you sure you weren’t in a bit of a mind lull yourself, when you bought this?” he asks, giving him a little bit of a look.

“Pff, please. I want to taste the different cultures of the universe, but I wouldn’t do anything like that without you. It was hard enough going on this trip solo. And since you couldn’t come to me to see a whole new world, I figured I’d bring a little bit of it back home to you,” he says with a feline smile.

“Don’t give me that smile.”

“What smile?”

“The one you are giving to me right now.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he says with a sly cat smirk.

He sighs, running his claw along the curves of the cylinder, “How long does the effects last?’

“I’m told six hours at best, and in rare cases twelve or so. I checked up and I saw nothing on side effects with our species. A lot of feline reviews say that this is better than silver vine.”

“Silver vine? Do you remember what happened the last time you were on it?”

He chuckles, “Not really,” he responds, running his claw along his chin, looking off to the side.

“My point exactly. So, what did it say about my kind? If one of us is going to be levelheaded, it might as well be me.”

“I couldn’t find one specifically from your species, but I am told it's a mild arousing high, that leaves you just wanting for more, but in a ‘wow that was awesome’ kind of way not the ‘I’ll sell my kidney for another hit’ way.”

“Good to know, last thing I’d want to do is want it so bad I’d sell your kidney.”

“My kidney?”

“Do you think you could stop me?”

“I wouldn’t stop you if it was to help you.”

He pulls Axel into a tight hug, quickly taking the moment to lock Axel’s head under his arm, giving him a noogie.”

“Hey my hair!”

“You’ll be fine,” he says, letting Axel go but not before he smoothly yanks his boxers off revealing his half-mast pink length.

Axel rushes to smooth out his fur, tail swishing faster. With a few ear twitches, he gently rubs and smooths out his head hair, “So, what do you say? Will we give it a try?”

“If you believe it's safe, I’ll give it a go,” he says, grabbing the cylinder “So, how does it work?” he asks, twisting the cylinder open with a loud click, the cover rising several inches.

Axel stiffens, reaching out, “Wait, no you need to…” he says, trailing off as a puff of a silver purple haze that disperses quickly, fading into an invisible mist a few inches from the container. A sweet aroma hitting their noses which quickly follows with a pleasant warmth, that washes down their spines, sending pleasant tingles throughout every inch of their body.

“Do what now?” he asks, his slit puffing out more, his purple hued length starts to peak through.

“It was supposed to be just cracked open, so we could get a slow lingering scent that we could control,” he says, taking another deep breath, “Too late now,” he giggles a bit, his feline length at full mast, throbbing with each heartbeat, his tail swishes quickly, moving up to press himself against Scott.

“Is it possible to overdose?” he asks, feeling the desires build within him, compounding how much he desires and has missed the cat before him. His draconic length pushing through till he’s fully out and ready, being about a quarter bigger than his partner. He moves in closer, holding onto Axel’s side.

He lets out a soft mew, grinding his sensitive flesh against Scott’s own, “Not that I think so but the… hehehe, affects will be stronger and quicker,” he responds, moving to wrap himself around his dragon, pressing his cheek along his chest, grinding himself up top and down below, tail whipping around even faster, “Your scales feel so smooth and nice. How much I’ve missed them.”

With a soft playful growl, his claws tracing up along Axel’s sides, sliding along his back, down his spine to his butt, giving it a gentle knead, pressing himself harder against his lover, “I could say how I’ve missed your soft fur so much,” he replies, his member dribbling pre-cum, his gaze locked on his cat.

Axel continues to head rub his cheeks against Scott’s chest, moaning softly, grinding a bit harder, nibbling and licking across the dragon’s scales, his breathing growing deeper, faster, hotter, his lubricant escaping his cock, sliding along the underside of Scott’s already wet member, simply adding to the copious amounts of fluids pressing between them.

“H-hey, your tongue always makes me,” he takes a deep breath, pressing him back onto the bed, “So eager to have you,” he growls playfully, grinding himself even harder, gyrating his hips against his lover, running his body against his.

“Don’t you know it,” he says with a deep rumbling purr, nuzzling harder, licking faster, unsure just which side of his head he wants to keep rubbing himself against that lovely chest, moving up to lick and nibble Scott’s neck, legs spread, legs locked in a kneeling position, but his extreme flexibility simply makes his a walk the park, “How about you…”

Claw, claw, claw, claw, “Mwar!” exclaims Lexa, clawing at the closed door to the bedroom.

Scott smirks, “What a lovely suggestion,” he says, running his claws through Axel’s fur, gently scratching his skin, turning it into a loving pet, pulling his hips back so he can better press his twitching member against his rear.

“I can’t disagree with that one.”

Claw, claw, claw, “MWAR!” Lexa continues to claw and pound on the door ceaselessly.

“So needy,” groans Scott, gently pushing into his lover, “How about I help you with that,” he chuckles, bucking his hips, his length slinking into him, inch by precious inch.

“That was…” he moans, squeezing onto his lover’s length, claws digging into but not even harming Scott’s tough scales. He nuzzles and licks across his lover’s neck, “Fuck yes, I’ve missed you,” he says, mouth gasping open, milking his lover’s length, eager to have each new push into his body, pressing down on his prostate, filling him with a pleasant delight while his member grinds against those smooth lovely scales.

He huffs, caressing his partner’s fur, leaning in close, pressing the feline into the bed, “I’ve missed you more.”

“I’ve missed you even more.”

“More than you could have imagined,” he says, finally hilting into his lover, feeling his love’s member twitch between them, becoming slick against his scales.

“More than you could fathom,” Axel groans, tightly clenching on the length, loving every move his dragon makes. Their pleasure rising, the grinding between fur and scale pleases him further, a gentle toying tease that makes his pleasure bubble up. Feeling the surge growing, ready to be released at a moment’s notice, “Love you my Komodo.”

“Love you my big furball,” Scott tenses, pulling out till just the head of his length is in, giving a solid sleek thrust, back into his partner, a surge of bliss, binding, being so close to him that couldn’t be possible otherwise.

Their aroma makes their head swim in utter joy and bliss, twirling in the waves of lust that flow through them, heating up their lungs, causing their hormones to bubble over, fogging over their minds. Their mating grows ever fiercer.

Scott feels himself on the brink, barely able to hold him back, unsure if its him wanting to make the moment last as long as possible or doesn’t want to release till he’s allowed to. He looks into Axel’s lovely blue eyes, saying, “I just want to say that I…”

Lexa claws at the door, “Mwar! Mwar! Mwaaaar!”

“Mwar,” he says, panting, moaning, grinding, pumping into the feline.

Axel feeling the same lustful haze wash over him, his lover crashing into him again and again like waves crashing against the rock face, shaping and forming him to the sea’s whim while standing firm, “Scott that was… meowr,” he responds, purring loudly.

The aggressive dragon-kobold continues to go for the door, wanting to get in, clawing, pacing, bumping her body up against the door which doesn’t budge or give but the thumps are just barely heard thanks to the pair’s sharp hearing.

Scott groans, growls playfully, “Mwar,” he says, humping harder on the edge.

“Meowr,” Axel responds, lost in his own lust and pleasure, feeling so close to his partner, ready to have him fill him… no, more than that, he needs him to fill him, to feel his essence and warmth within his body and soul once again, “Meowr, harder, please, Meowr!” he yowls.

“Mwar, yes!” he responds, unleashing himself, pumping his partner with every drop he has, feeling the warmth spilling out between them when Axel couldn’t hold himself back any longer, staining scale and fur alike with his essence.

They nuzzle and nibble against one another, “Mwar,” groans Scott, the haze continuing as the aroma is still very thick in the air.

“Moewr,” Axel responds, purring so loudly that its vibrating both of them. Each breath flows into their lungs, keeping the moment going, the mood burning even stronger, the lull going to be short lived as round two is surely to begin the very moment they catch their breath…

An extremely high-pitched whirring of a can opener, causes Axel’s eyes to shoot up, his body feels sore, head aches a little, like he has a minor hang over. His arm draped around Scott, still in a living embrace. He looks to Scott, sleeping soundly, a sweet aroma hinting in the air, “That was one wild night,” he thinks, the can opener sounds whirring again, “Damn. Time to get up for work,” he thinks, slinking out of bed like a ninja, hitting his cat shaped alarm clock.

“Glad he can’t hear my alarm,” he thinks, looking at Scott, seeing him coiled up in the messy covers, giving him a kiss on the snout, “You rest a bit longer. I need to get ready for work,” he says, heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, “What the heck?!” he says in a hushed tone, seeing his messy fur, and leftovers of the previous night.

He looks up in the mirror, his hair’s style undone, “No, no, no. This just won’t do. I’ll have to make an emergency appointment with Rawaroldo,” he mutters, coming, cleaning, and taking a fair bit of time to get ready for the day, only halfway through does he notice his aching morning wood.

“I don’t get these… sheesh, not like I have enough things to deal with this morning,” he grumbles, giving a quick jerk, finding himself surprisingly sensitive down there, working to work himself to climax, till he mutters, “Cum damn you,” which sent him over. He huffs, “Ah… if that was all, I wish I did that sooner,” he mutters, dressing up, grabbing his phone, giving his stylist that much needed emergency call… Almost tripping over Lexa when he steps out of the door, barely able to keep his French down as the dragon-kobold runs off, claws skittering.

A low rumbling growl of a dragon alarm goes off on Scott’s side of the bed. He hits it hard with a thump, “Ah, fuck, its morning already?” he growls, looking over to see Axel’s empty spot on the bed. He huffs, “Always an early riser. I swear he’s like an anti-cat with his sleep schedule,” he shakes his head, feeling a gentle haze lingering in his mind. He stretches and yawns, sitting up, wings spreading.

“Mwar!” exclaims Lexa leaping onto the bed.

“Oh, mwarning to you too,” he says with a chuckle.

“Mwwwarr…” she says, tail up, wings spread, butt wiggling.

“Lexa? What are you looking at,” he asks, eyes following toward the pop-up tent between his legs. He jumps, “Oh no you don’t! Not going to experience that again!” he exclaims, Lexa running off to the side, off the bed and into the rest of the apartment, sounds of skittering claws heard throughout.

Heart racing, Scott takes a deep breath, looking at the time, “From one crisis to another. If I didn’t live for this, I wouldn’t be an engineer,” he chuckles, stretching, flicking his tail “Fuck that was one heck of a… night. I’m going to need my strongest coffee, today,” he says, with a growling groan, heading into the bathroom, taking notice of just how much fun he had last night, “I’ll take a quick shower,” he huffs, looking down at his length, “You, I’ll deal with you later, I have no time for your shenanigans right now,” he huffs.

He arrives at work with a massive half-drunk coffee in his claws, looking at his data pad seeing the list of tasks he has to do. “Seems like the normal spiel of things I have to do,” he says, letting out a little huff, adjusting himself, “Komodo, you really want to be uppity today?” he thinks, trying to collect his thoughts to tackle which task to do first, “What to do…”

“Hey Scott!” exclaims Nayita, slithering over to him. The massive fifteen-foot long naga snake. Her scales are a light brown with black diamond markings along her back. Her yellow serpentine eyes focus on him, like a predator catching the scent of their play.

“Hey Nayita, how was your… ah, what was it…” he says, trying to recall the word, taking a huge jug of his coffee.

“My date? It was wonderful,” she slithers closer, moving elegantly, a third of her body moving behind her, only top clothes wrapped around her, showing her position as an engineer. Her clothes show wear, tear and oil stains, “Going to have one last little get together before he heads out tomorrow.”

“A second date? Oh, wow, don’t kill the man now.”

She flicks her tongue between her sentences, “I’ll only squeeze him a little bit, nothing too much,” she says, with a long tongue flick, moving in closer, “Are you okay Scott?”

“Am I okay? Yeah, I’m okay, why do you ask?”

“It’s just…” she flicks her tongue, the smooth chested snake, indiscernible from their opposite sex, though her voice without a lisp is notably feminine, “Are you wearing perfume to work? Did you have a long night with Axel?”

“Not that I know of, the perfume, yeah, not wearing perfume. But yeah, I had a long night with Axel. It’s good to have home.”

“You feel a bit warm, are you that hot and bothered by my questions?” she asks, slithering around him, “Are you excited that he’s back? I know you talked about him often.”

He takes a deep breath, feeling a warmth in his lungs, “I feel a bit warm? I’m a bit hot and bothered by your questions,” he says, tail twitching “I am very,” he clears his throat, “To have him back is very exciting yes. A long, exciting night.”

She flicks her tongue, moving in a bit closer, two coils around Scott, yet giving enough space so she’s not touching him, “Are you alright? You are a bit cute when you get flustered. I have never seen you like this.”

“Ah, I am alright. I am cute when I get flustered,” he says with a bit of a chuckle, shaking his head, taking a big swig of coffee, a little bit of the haze clearing from his head, “I don’t see myself like this either. I need to complete my tasks.”

“Alright. Hopefully I can show you him before we head out.”

“Show him before you head out? Yeah, sure. Though uh, why?”

“Why? Why not?”

“I guess you’re right. Why not,” he says, nodding, taking another coffee sip, “Anyway, I need to go do my work. Talk to you later, Nayita,” he says, stepping over her coils.

“Yes, of course, we’ll talk soon,” she says with a tongue flick, pulling herself away from him, slithering off, “Something about him feels so different so…,” she thinks, trying to clear her thoughts, only coming back to a calm senses a good half hour later, when she thinks, “He’s with someone. Sheesh, what came over me there? Must be that perfume he’s wearing, it was very nice,” she thinks, thinking back upon it with an almost dreamy sensation.

One coffee, two coffees, on his third, Scott focuses on his work, following the tasks which were isolated parts of the station, something here needs a checkup, another thing is broken. He keeps his mind busy on doing one task then another and then another, knowing how to do them like the back of his claws when suddenly he gets a call, “Scott!” exclaims a deep gravelly voice.

“Yeckub?!” he exclaims, jumping from the sudden exclamation.

“You did do the job I asked you yesterday, correct?”

“Y-yeah, I did,” he says, thinking back, “The ahh…”

“Spacewalk fix.”

“Yes, that, I did it.”

“The VIP of the room would like to talk to you.”

“Talk to me? About what?” he asks, crawling his thoughts together, trying to keep some focus on his current task, but soon is drawn completely into the conversation.

“I don’t know. All she said is she wanted to talk to you. I said you were very busy.”

“Yes I am very busy.”

“Let me finish speaking.”

Scott nods, going quiet, “Let him finish speaking. Let him finish speaking,” the thought echoed in his mind.

“I said that, but only till your shift is up. When you are done with your shift you will go meet her. Perhaps you did a good job and wants to thank you. Or she has another demand. I don’t give a fuck, but you will go to her when your shift is over, got it?”

“Go to her when my shift is over? Got it,” he responds.

“Don’t give me th… oh, you are doing it.”

“Yes, I am doing it, what don’t I give?” he asks, trying his best to shake this strange haze that grows over him, his arousal becoming frustration, the bulge in his pants, constantly shifting and being adjusted.

“Never mind that, just go meet her. I’ll put the location in your PDA, and don’t be late.”

“I will go to meet her, and not be late when I am done, after my shift,” he responds, feeling his mind cling to the thoughts, the words guiding him.

“Good, now get back to work.”

“Yes, I’ll get back to work,” he replies, taking a deep breath, feeling cool air run across his tongue, warming in his throat, burning pleasantly in his lungs. A slow release gives a hint of a silver pink fume. He takes another sip of his coffee, “Must get back to work,” he repeats to himself, over and over, completing one task then the next, and then the next. Not stopping for a break of any kind, skipping lunch. A soft rumble in his belly, but he still repeats, “Sticking to work, sticking to work, keep back to work,” he mutters, completing tasks that go into the next day, when his phone buzzes and an automatic voice speaks into his mind.

“Work shift is over.”

He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, stopping what he’s doing after a minute, slowly winding down like a cyclist finishing a marathon and needs to slow his pace before he completely stops, “My work shift is over. I have to... Yes, go meet that lady. She wants to talk to me,” he says, hearing the location in his head, “I need to go there, right,” he says, getting up about to leave his tools when he stops, shaking his head, “Always clean up your workstation before doing anything else. Never leave a workstation a mess,” he mutters a few times.

He draws himself out of the haze, thinking back at the very basics of his engineering schooling, cleaning up his work area, putting everything away, logging it, muttering each part to himself, “I must be tired,” he thinks, trying to explain his thoughts, collecting them as they trickled down his mind. His arousal aching so hard, while adjusting himself, “Not while at work,” he thinks, which helps steel himself from whatever is happening, barely noting as to why it is happening, only knowing that it is.

He takes a deep breath, looking over his work, “There we go, all cleaned up, and nice and proper like it should. Now to go to meet this person who was grateful? Angry? At my fixing of her window shield?” he mutters to himself, rubbing the back of his head, looking down at his PDA to double check the coordinates, “Now how to get there,” he mutters again, clicking a button, showing the shortest path to get there, “Ah, I’ll just follow that, easy enough? Yeah, that should be easy enough,” he says, repeating it twice to himself under his breath.

He keeps an eye on his PDA, switching between the screen and where he’s going, “Take a left here, go straight ahead for thirty feet…” he mutters when suddenly he stumbles forward, tripping over something big, the PDA flying from his hand, sliding across the metallic floor.

“Hey, watch it!” exclaims Nayita, pulling her coils herself up, “Oh, Scott, it's you. Where are you going in such a hurry that you got caught up in my coils?” she asks, flicking her tongue, a tingle rushing through her, slithering a bit closer.

“Ah, I was in a hurry, yes, I was just on my way to.”

“See me, so I can show you to Craska, isn’t that, right?”

Scott takes a moment processing her words, thinking on them, they bounce in his head, formulating his thoughts around it, “I am to see you so you can show me to Craska, right, yes, I remember that now,” he says, nodding to his own words.

“Are you flustered Scott? Oh, do you think Craska will be your type?” she asks, flicking her tongue, “You are so warm and taste wonderful,” she lets out a soft teasing hiss.

“Flustered? I ah… my type? I haven’t met him yet. Perhaps?”

She grabs him by the arm, “Scott, I didn’t know you and Axel were that open,” she says, flicking her tongue, “Come, let me show you to him.”

“I am that open? Perhaps?” he says feeling the confusion haze, the desire to have a bit of coffee bubbling within him but the thought leaves him as he’s yanked away.

“Relax, I’m just teasing you,” she chuckles.

“I’ll relax,” he responds, feeling a soft haze linger in his mind, body feeling better, her scales feeling so soft and delightful, feeling the stress and concern of the moment fade away, “I was doing something… but she says I am to meet her friend. It must be for me to meet her friend, that is my type. Hard to see anyone being my type outside of Axel…”

Nayita pulls Scott closer, her body feeling so warm and delightful, tongue flicking faster and faster, “You know Scott… something about you that is so… alluring as of late.”

“Alluring? I am alluring,” he responds with a slowed response.

“Perhaps,” she chuckles, “And here we are, hello Craska, how are you doing today?” she yells, waving over to a white scaled crocodile with dazzling black stripes all over his body, which is mostly hidden by his suit.

The anthropomorphic crocodile waves, cocking his head to the side, “Hello Nayita, who is this?” he asks curiously.

“This is my friend Scott. I wanted him to meet you,” she says, dragging the dragon right in front of the crocodile.

“Oh, hello, nice to meet you, name is Craska,” he says, giving a rumbled growl greeting, his nostrils flaring, feeling a warmth rush through his body, making him shift a little.

“My name is Cra… Scott. It’s Scott,” he says, rubbing the back of his head, feeling a flutter in his stomach, “It is nice to meet you,” he says, looking over the Crocodile, “He’s my type? Scales are nice, I have scales. Would make sense I’d like scales. And be my type,” he ponders.

Craska looks at him curiously, “Pleasure to meet a friend of this lovely miss. He’s just your friend, right?” he asks, looking at Nayita.

“A very long-time friend, maybe with benefits,” she chuckles, pulling herself and Scott closer to him, “I just wanted you to meet a friend of mine, a co-worker that allowed our date last night to happen. He’s such a good friend to help me out in my times of need.”

Nayita’s words bounce in his head, thinking through his mind, “Friends with benefits. Helping her in her times of need. When she is in need I help,” he takes a deep breath slowly releasing it, “Yup that’s me a friend to help in times of need.”

“I appreciate it. I’ll be leaving first thing in the morning. It appears our emergency stop here is coming to an end.”

“Emergency? Do you need something?”

He chuckles, “No, no. Everything is fine. There was some kind of wardrobe emergency that had to get settled. But now that’s clear, we are good to go. But I am pleased we stopped over here,” he says, taking a deep breath, nostrils flaring, tail stiffening.

“I am too,” says Nayita, moving in closer, “Having both of you here, just fills me with something… something nice,” she says, pulling herself even closer, “You know… what would be fun? If we did something a bit risqué while we only have a few hours to hang out?” she says, giving them both a wink.

“Something risqué? We only have a few hours to hang out? We could do something,” replies Scott, shifting his arousal in his pants, taking notice that the crocodile was having a similar problem, hearing his low rumbling, hinting toward his growing arousal.

She wraps her arms around both, “Yeah, just something that gets me so excited,” she says, her coils slipping around both, crisscrossing like a figure eight both of them, “Will you be okay for that Craska?”

The crocodile shifts and grinds against the coils, “Excited? I’m a bit…” he takes a deep breath, slow deep breath, “I will be uh…” he says, trying to collect his thoughts, looking at Nayita, those wonderful yellow eyes.

“Come on Craska, live a little with me,” she says, with a long teasing tongue flick, moving in closer, whispering into his ear, “I’ll tease the back of your tongue… just the way you like.”

He shudders, mind thinking about those recent memories, his length pressing harder out of his slit, bugling his pants, “Just the way I like… do something risqué?” he mutters, looking over at her.

“Yes, just have fun with me… with us.”

Scott mutters, “Have fun with you… with us,” he says, shuddering, feeling the coils run across his bulge, everything she says, his mind latches onto, guiding him forward, the sexual tension rising, his pent-up urges growing, the pressure building.

Craska takes a deep breath, the haze washing over his mind, the snake’s words wash over his mind, pushing out other thoughts, basking her coils like he would in the sun, “Have fun with you, with us, yeah, sure that sounds good.”

The snake feels a delight move through her, the feeling of the two, the warmth of Scott’s body, making her grow quicker, faster, transferring some of the heat to her crocodile companion which only further fuels her and his sexual lust.

Scott looks at them with glassy eyes, feeling ready to do whatever is needed, wanting to listen, obey. He tries to formulate his thoughts but it's a tiring endeavor, like trying to make water move up a hill, why bother when following the path laid out before him by the wonderful lady before him. Why would he fight against the basic nature of what he’s feeling? Why not?”

“Come, follow me, I think I know a place that’s not too far away that would give us a little bit of privacy yet… not,” she giggles, sliding her coils around both guys, her arousal making her sex grow wet and pink, the desire to feel two lengths within her at the same time, a basic primal instinct bubbling up within her. The heat of Scott’s body only funneling her excitement and ability to move.

Scott moans softly, grinding himself against the coils, claws tensing and relaxing, he responds without hesitation, “Follow you for privacy. Help you. You are in need,” he says, looking down at her exposed vent, “I help you in your time in need. That is who I am.”

Craska rumbles, growls in eagerness, “Fun with you, fun to do something risqué, not a lot of time, let’s go to someplace private,” he responds, following the naga without a second thought or care of what that could mean.

Nayita’s drive pushing her to drop all logical thought. A real lizard brain moment for her and her two companions, luring them off to the side, to have a bit of coiling fun…

“I am so sorry Mrs. Salandra Sazz,” says Yeckub, the well-dressed and even better well-kept anthropomorphic lion. His golden fur and dark brown mane is a reflection of his masculinity, yet suave style. His muscles showing under his professional suit of gold and brown, and at six and a half feet in height he towers over his companion which is the one giving the aura of superiority and control.

Mrs. Salandra Sazz is a four-foot-tall anthropomorphic tri-tailed lizard. With silver-white scales, a purple-pink underside and belly. She moves as if she owns the place, her iconic triple tails, moving behind her, the center as big as the other two combined. Though that isn’t what is the most peculiar thing about her.

She’s dressed in a sleek smooth shiny rubber-like space suit that wraps around her entire body. The skintight suit leaves nothing to the imagination and a pair of filters on her sides, gives a perfect gas mask look. Her lensed eyes glow a faint white, hiding her dazzling pink eyed serpentine gaze. She speaks but her voice comes through a speaker that is hidden within the muzzle that makes her sound almost normal, aside from the occasional squeaks and creaks the suit causes as she moves, “I don’t like to be held up. I wanted to thank him, and I will thank him.”

“Of course, I don’t know where he could be. He normally responds instantly on his communications, and his PDA hasn’t moved in a while. I have some concern that something might have happened, but the people I’ve sent to check up haven’t found him.”

“No excuse. I was told this place is well-run. And at first, I thought so, but now I can’t talk to one person? Disgraceful,” she says.

The lion rubs his hands together, “I assure you this is something unusual. You don’t have to come with me to find him. I will bring him to you right away.”

“I am busy enough as it is that I don’t have time to wait on you and then do what I need. I’ll do this quick and simple and then we’ll be…” she says, trailing off when she feels a buzz on her arm. Attached to her wrist is a computer tablet that projects a holographic screen. She taps on the screen, showing a display of her suit, “What in the worlds?”

Yeckub looks down at her, his mane shifting, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sensing an elevated level of pheromones of my kind. But there are no other tri-tails here on the station? I should be the only one.”

“Not that I know of. There was a flight that came from your home world only the past couple of days but that was someone visiting your home, no natives came back.”

“Perhaps there was a stowaway. We need to move quickly. Perhaps someone is trying to enthrall some of the people on the station for fun. Probably some teenagers wanting to test their abilities,” she groans in annoyance, “We have to move quickly,” she says, reaching into a side pouch, pulling out a gas mask, “Put this on, it will provide some protection from inhaling the pheromones, but it will still seep into your skin, but it will slow the effects.”

“Should I call security?”

“Wait till we find the source. Girls should know better than to go off world without their suits,” she huffs into her own mask, the rubber inflating a little, “Perhaps that is why this Scott fellow hasn’t responded. Draw in by the fem pheromones.”

Yeckub puts the mask on, “I doubt that.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s very much gay and not interested in the female sex of any species.”

“That doesn’t matter. Our pheromones cloud the mind to such preferences and make people very suggestable to what we say and want. But it does keep the countless males in line. Now, how much further do we have to go?”

“Not much further, his PDA says he’s over here,” he explains, leading them down the pathway, taking notice of a few people that have been already a little caught up in the moment and are showing some levels of expressive romance with those that happen to be nearby.

“We need to hurry, the suit says it's getting stronger,” she grumbles.

They rush, to the spot, “Here,” he says, his device quickly finding the dropped PDA, “Or maybe not.”

She groans and sighs, “Men can’t do anything right,” she remarks, tapping her suit, “We’ll try to track the aroma, and hopefully we can find the culprit quickly.”

“Sorry Mrs. I did all that I could,” he says, shifting around a bit.

“Let’s hurry,” she states, taking the slow process of checking which direction the aroma is coming from, one wrong turn here, another grumble there, but within fifteen minutes they reach a large storage area. The lizard’s suit giving off increasing warning of high levels of the pheromones detected, “It must be a teenager to have this level of hyperactive production,” she remarks, looking at the loin who is working to keep his thoughts together, a bulge expressed in his pants. “Focus and pay attention to me.”

Yeckub nods, “I’ll focus and pay attention, what do you need?”

“Already falling under the effects.”

“I do feel like I am,” he responds.

“Set up a quarantine on this part of the station.”

“Got it,” he responds, as they hear a thud and a moan on the other side of the door.

“More… yes, yes, keep it up!” moans Nayita.

“Looks like she’s still busy, we’ll catch her in the act at least,” she states, then demanding, “Open the door.”

“Right, opening the door,” says Yeckub, the door sliding away, revealing a coiled snake bisexual snake scene between her and a naked Craska and Scott. The two males’ lengths grinding up against each other as they dive into the horny serpentine.

Salandra yells, “Stop this right now! And tell me where she went!” The latex clad lizard steps out, looking at the scene before her, scanning the area for one of her own, “And whoever you are, you better come out now. If you keep hiding it will only be worse for you!”

The lizard’s words pounded into the trio’s minds. Their lust is high but their desire to listen and follow along with such a forceful command is overpowering. Their minds latching to the directions, following through they stop albeit with some reluctance.

“We stopped, I am right here,” says Nayita, flicking her tongue, taking a deep huffing breath her scales a complete mess from the very spent guys she’s with.

Craska catching his breath says, “She’s right there,” pointing to Nayita.

Scott exhausted and barely able to stand, leaning against some nearby machinery, “She went nowhere. We went in her,” he says, looking at his friend.

“Not her. The one of my kind, a tri-tail. She had to be here manipulating now tell me.”

“We haven’t seen one like you before,” says Nayita.

“First time for me,” says Craska.

“I’ve heard about your kind but never seen one in person.”

Salandra groans, “Idiot mind numbed fools. She will not be in a suit like me but have three tails. Have you seen anyone with three tails? Where did she go?” she says, approaching them, “She can’t be far,” she adds, looking at the suit’s readings. She glances around, looking under some of the machines that could have enough space to hide one like herself, “I know you are in here.”

“There is no one else. Just us three,” says Nayita.

“She is right. No one else is here,” Craska explains, looking at the lizard curiously, while expressing no shame for his excitement.

Scott looks at her curiously, listening to everyone, his mind so hard to process anything that isn’t at the very forefront of his mind, “Right she is. No one else is here.”

Salandra approaches them, “Look here there is no…” she trails off, watching her suit monitoring, looking at the two then at Scott, “You have to know, you have her pheromones all over you. Yeckub, get these two out of here and detox them. I’ll be in contact and give you any further instructions. I do hope you follow everything I say to the letter. Hurry before you become a drunken haze which you’ll do anything I’ll say anyway. But I have standards and you don’t meet them darling,” she says with a chuckle.

The lion looks at her with a mixture of confusion and sense of being defeated, but not sure as to what he was defeated in, “It’ll be done, you have my contact,” he says, ushering the other two out of the room, “Come, follow me.”

Nayita flicks her tongue, “We were off the clock, but I’ll follow,” she slithers.

“I’ll come,” says Craska.

Yeckub sighs, “Get your clothes back on first,” he says, looking over at Salandra, feeling her gaze through the rubber mask, “And hurry.”

“I’m hurrying,” says Nayita, slipping on her work shirt, Craska scrambling to get his clothes on, before stumbling out.

“I don’t want to get in trouble. I have to fly tomorrow.”

“We’ll work that out, one thing at a time,” responds Yeckub, getting them out.

Salandra rubs the back of her head, “Other species' reactions to our pheromones is… curious,” she remarks, turning back to Scott, “Now, tell me. Where did she go?”

“She go? Nayita?” he responds, doing his best to keep track of his thoughts, to use the context while the lizard’s words bounced in his head poking holes in his logic.

“No, the one that has been manipulating you three. I described she’d have three tails like me?”

“There was no one with three tails but you.”

“No one but me? That’s just not possible,” she says, checking her suit, taking a few steps in a direction, “She has to be nearby,” she mutters, going in a different direction before stopping.

“No one but you? Not possible? Let me help you find her if she’s nearby,” says Scott, “I am a helpful person to help in other’s times of need.”

She raises her hand, “Stop… I see the source is moving,” she states, walking back, passed Scott.

“Stop, got it. Source is moving,” he replies.

“Your intoxication of our pheromones is massive. Don’t worry once we find out where she is you’ll… be…” she looks at the data, turning to him, “Stand there, don’t move.”

He nods, member aching, “I’ll stand here and not move.”

Salandra walks passed him once, twice, thrice, quarce, “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yes, this doesn’t make any sense,” replies Scott, “Can I go now… I have something to do, meet someone, now I helped Nayita in her time of need as that’s the kind of person I am.”

“I am the person you are to meet, you drugged hazed dragon,” she huffs, her rubber mask inflating.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, what did you need? I’m someone to help those in their times of need,” Scott responds with glassy eyes and a simple smile.

Salandra makes a few more passes, “How is this possible. The source of the pheromones is coming from you.”

“From me? My love Axel brought some pheromones. Is it that? We used the whole container last night.”

Her eye twitches, “tourists… wait. Your mate bought some pheromones? But there is no way that you…” she says, looking at her readings, “But they are…” she flips on her intercom, “Yeckub.”

“Yes? I’m still transitioning these two to detox.”

“Prepare a lab with a bio-hazard section. I have some studying to do. Be glad you have a scientist as intelligent as I to figure this out,” she says with a smirk, looking at the dragon.

“What is it?” Scott asks.

“My trip here just got a bit more…” she chuckles, “Exciting.”

“That’s good. Wouldn’t want you to be not excited, if that is what you are needing.”

She gives him a curious look, “If it's coming from him, this will be a unique problem to solve.”

Less than an hour after this moment Axel comes home, with a spring in his step, tail flicking, “I’m home my sweet Komodo, sorry I am a bit late. I had to make sure the suit I prepared for a big client was exactly the way he wanted before their early morning departure,” he says, calling out to his lover, closing the door behind him.

His ear twitches hearing clattering of claws approaching him, “Scott? It’s so good to…”

“Mwar!” exclaims Lexa, rushing up and half clawing up his leg, “Mwar!”

He tenses, “Ah, eeeh, claws, claws, claws, my nice pants,” he says, reaching down, grabbing Lexa, “Like a hamburger…” he mutters, pulling her off his leg, “That wasn’t so bad.”

“Mwar!”

“Perhaps Scott is running late again. I guess that means you’re hungry?”

“Mwar!”

He smirks, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, putting her down by her bowl.

She sniffs the bowl, looks down at it, then up at him, “Mwar!”

“Hold your wings, I need a moment to get your food,” he says, the dragon running his body up and along the cat’s legs, growing ever more eager, plopping his butt down, staring up at him, tongue slipping out to lick his nostril, eyes locked on the can as its pulled out, wiggling rump, tail swishing when the can is opened.

“Mwar!”

“I gotcha, you won’t starve,” he says, dumping the food into the ceramic bowl.

“Mwwwar!” she says happily, rushing to the bowl and hungrily chowing down.

“Sheesh, you act like you didn’t eat at all today,” he remarks, slinking away from the distracted dragon-kobold, “I know Scott wouldn’t have forgotten that. He never does, it's part of his morning routine,” he says, noticing the water bowl is bone dry, “But he’d fill the water too,” he says, grabbing the bowl, putting it into the sink, slowly turning on the water, taking a step back.

The water splashes a bit but well out of harm's way the bowl gets filled and with cat-like reflexes, he shuts the water off with a soft pant, “He’d never forget that. He knows how I’m not good with water,” he mutters, grabbing a paper towel to protect his hands, grabbing the bowl, putting it down. Lexa rushes over to lap up thirstily at the water with big gulps.

“Something is strange, did he not get up?” he speculates, heading down to the bedroom, “Scott? Are you there?” he calls out, seeing the bed is unmade but Scott is clearly gone, with much only half done, “Maybe he overslept. We did have a tiring night last night,” he says with a goofy grin, “Didn’t know I took that much out of him,” he chuckles, “Still got it after all these years.” After making a mouth click, he remarks, “He probably going to have a hard day at work, don’t want him to feel bad for not making the bed,” he remarks, getting to work, finding the empty pheromone container in the process.

The fond memories and the haze they shared rush back to him, “I was told to only turn it a little bit and let it fill the room for a minute before closing it. We had enough to last sixty doses and we spent it all,” he says with a sigh, “Oh well, it was still worth it.”

The bell rings with a mixture of a feline meowing and a dragon giving a ‘pleasant’ growl, “Who could that be?” He checks his video feed on his wristwatch, “Station security?” he feels a tingle run down his spine, fur standing up on edge, “Did something happen?” he mutters, heart thumping, moving over to the door with a quickness in his step, yet a growing anxiety. His breathing quickens. Hand starts to tremble, gripping the door. The weight to unlock it feels heavier and heavier, click. The door opens, revealing himself to the two anthropomorphic utahraptor guards, of green and brown scales respectfully. Their blue and black uniforms with stripes of neon yellow with the SPD symbol on their shoulder patches.

“E-evening officers, how can I help you?”

One looks at their omni-tool which quickly scans Axel, “You are Axel Theatuy?”

“That is me, is there something wrong?”

“You just returned the other day from an off-station trip?”

“Yup. I checked everything through security.”

“We checked the logs, and you brought a cylindrical container marked as souvenir, is this correct?”

Thump, thump, thump, ears folding back, tail swishing quickened, “Yes.”

“Please grab the item and come with us.”

“Look, I had it checked, and it passed security, you can’t just demand me to grab something of mine and come with you.”

“It’s important for the investigation.”

“I-investigation?” a weight presses down upon his chest, hands trembling that he has to put them into his pockets to stop them, leaning against the door frame to prop himself up, “What happened?”

“You’ll have to come with us. It involves your partner, Scott Naegon.”

Everything he’s feeling just increased tenfold, “What happened? Is he alright?”

“That is all we know. Do you have the container?”

“Yes, I do, right here,” he says, pulling it from between his arm and body, “This could help him?”

“Only telling you what we were told. There is nothing in legal terms you have to be concerned about. Please come with us.”

“I don’t care about the law; I care about Scott. I’ll go where you need me to help him.”

One chuckles, “Best not to say that in front of police too often, it might be taken poorly.”

The other remarks, “But we understand how you must be feeling. This way sir.”

Every possibility runs through Axel’s mind. His body is on autopilot, following the police through the station, not sure where he’s going, only caring about where he’s not. “Not going to the hospital. Or the morgue…” still it doesn’t wash away the sensation that he’s feeling. Just how terrible things must be, and that in some way that it is his fault.

The little voice in the back of his mind, “You did this Axel. You brought the souvenir that harmed him. You did this Axel. You did this Axel. You did this Axel. It’s your fault. You did this Axel… Axel… Axel.”

“Axel, we are here, please go on ahead. She’ll be waiting for you.”

He jumps, snapping out of his line of thinking, “Huh, what? She?”

“She’s in charge of the investigation, go on ahead.”

“Ah, okay, right. Thank you for taking me here.”

“Just part of the job,” he replies.

Axel nods, stepping through a set of doors, into a large lab filled with computers, biological equipment, body scanners, centrifuges, and so much more. The place looks big enough for a crew of at least ten or more, but it feels so cold and empty. What catches his attention is in an attached room separated by double section decontamination, which juts into the room where Scott is simply laying on a simple bed, that looks simple yet functional. He stumbles forward, dropping the cylinder, which clatters to the floor with a loud metallic ding, rolling across the white ceramic floor, “Scott!” he says, rushing over to the window, placing his paws on the glass, banging on it with a low sounding thud, “Scott, are you okay?!” he exclaims.

There’s a squeak that catches Axel’s attention, but only his ear turns to the noise, “You must be the boyfriend. The one who visited my home world and brought back a little souvenir?” says Salandra, walking over to the container, picking it up, doing a quick scan on it.

“What’s wrong with Scott? Why is he in there? Is he sick? Is he going to be alright? How long is he going to be in there? Why was he put in there? I need to go see him,” he says, shooting off one question after the next, giving the Tri-tailed lizard zero time to respond.

“Something unexpected,” she says, checking over the container, “It’s a legit source of our packaged pheromones, over how long of a period did you use this with him?” she asks, ignoring his initial questions.

“I need to go in there, talk to him, see if he’s alright,” says Axel, banging on the glass to get Scott’s attention but to no effect.

“He can’t hear you nor see you from here. Now answer my questions before I bend some rules and make you. This is vital.”

He smacks on the glass a few more times, “Will this help Scott?”

“Yes, now speak, how long did you two use this?”

“Only a few hours I think,” says Axel, eyes glued on Scott.

“I meant over how many days, not how long each time you used it.”

“Only once. Scott opened the container, and we got a full dose.”

“You didn’t get a full dose, you got overdosed…” she remarks, her body squeaking, looking over the data, “Interesting. I’ve heard of such things, but never expected it could happen to another species and ours.”

“I need to go in there. I want to know he’s okay.”

She sighs, “If you want to go in, you’ll need to get a full body biohazard suit.”

Her words cut like daggers through his heart, “Is what he has contagious?”

“No, I think it's a unique biological morphism in reaction to our kind’s pheromones. Your kind is completely fine. This kind of reaction I am studying now and will be reporting it back home. It’s rather fascinating.”

“Then I am going to go in there,” he says, going to the door, making a vain attempt to get the door open, kicking the metal with a thud, “Ow, ow, ow.”

She sighs, “Fine, but you better hurry, there isn’t much time,” she says, sauntering over to the door.

Axel’s fur stands on end, turning to the lizard, seeing her for the first time, “What?!” he yowls, leaning his back against the door, “Not much time? Like how long?” he asks, feeling his heart sink down to his feet.

“Probably a few minutes, ten at most.”

His hands tremble, the sensation his world is crashing down around him, “What did you say?” he squeaks out.

“You’ll have not a lot of time before you are enthralled by the pheromones and you’ll be a horny piece of clay for anyone with half a brain cell to control, if even that, seeing how this station has been run,” she remarks with a sigh.

“Only that long to live? I don’t know how I’m going to say goodbye,” he responds, feeling his throat close up.

“What? Die? No, he’s going to live… in a manner of speaking. You’ll only have so much time till you’ll have to leave or be drunk on his very potent pheromones. The readings are rather impressive really. Almost half as good as mine and that’s saying something.”

Salandra’s words break into him only repeating the one thing that matters, while the rest fade away into a buzz of nothingness, “He’s going to live.” He pulls himself back onto his feet, using the door for support, “I don’t care. I’m going in there and I’m not going to leave till I say.”

“Be in there long enough you’ll do as I say, so that won’t be a problem,” she remarks, thinking, “He’ll at least make a good observable and willing test subject to his pheromone production. And I can be given a bit of time with the original sample and my scans.”

“Let me in there, you can do that can you?” he asks with a growing assertiveness, voice shaking throughout.

She looks up at him, “It’s cute when males think they can boss me around. Or anyone for that matter,” she chuckles.

Axel crouches down and places his hands on her smooth rubber suit, looking into those glass soulless eyes, “Please, let me in. I want to be with him. Tell him things are going to be okay. That I’m sorry that I did this to him. I brought that container home. I just wanted to spice things up with him. I never intended…” he feels his throat close up, looking in Scott’s direction, “For things to turn out this way.”

She takes a deep breath, sighing the mask inflating a bit, “I’m sure you didn’t. There are zero records of his species having any recorded reaction to our pheromones. Which makes my study so vitally important. Be glad you have the universe’s topmost scientist and expert on my kind’s pheromones. I’ve been a proponent of getting it banned for sale to the general public but even I can do so much. Go in there, take the time you need. But I will get you out when I need you to, got it? And if you want to help him, you will do as I say, understand?”

He squeezes her sleek suit, making it squeak, “I’ll do anything to help him.”

“Good,” she says, tapping her suit as the door clicks beeping open. She hand motions to the door, “Step inside. And remember, take it slow, easy and try not to suggest anything. He’s very easy to be convinced of anything. Or think of anything. If you want to help him, just inform him there is a solution being worked on and it’ll just take some time.”

He takes a deep breath, “Got it,” he stands up and walks inside the door behind him automatically closing, a hiss and a woosh, followed by the next door clicking open, the intercom built into the ceiling transmits Salandra’s voice, “Go through the next door.”

He nods, each step bringing greater anticipation, worry, concern, “How will he react? Is he mad? Will I make it worse? This is all my fault. I’ll do anything to make sure he comes out of this for the better.”

“Step through the next door. And remember to be mindful of everything you say.”

The door clicks open, the lights turn white, he steps forward into the room, a sweet, lovely aroma hits him, tingling his nose, making him sneeze. A warmth washes over his body, making him feel good, delighted, aroused, a rush of sensations, all of which are amplified when he sees Scott sit up and look at him with glassy eyes, his movements a little delayed.

“Axel. You are here to be help?”

The ache in Axel’s chest grows, throat closing up, he manages to squeak out, “Yeah, I’m here to help. How are you?” he asks, rushing up to him.

“I’m fine. Ready to help those in need.”

He gives him a big hug, “I’m so sorry this happened to you. It’s all my fault,” he says, nuzzling and rubbing his face up against Scott’s face. Each breath fills him with a soothing warmth that muffles the pain, the ache through him, building up a gentle arousal.

“Your fault? Is it all your fault?” Scott replies, pulling Axel up against him, “I just… how… all your fault. Salandra brought me. Not you,” he responds with confusion in his voice.

Axel squeezes him tighter, realizing that Scott is butt naked, “It’s the stuff I brought from my trip. I don’t know how, but it caused it, and I brought it.”

“You brought it, but I… I…” he takes a moment to think, “Opened it. You didn’t… have… fault, you say you do and I… it's your fault, yes. But I do not… ah… fault you for it,” he says, holding Axel closer.

“Don’t worry though. I am here to help you. They are working on a solution, and you’ll be better in no time,” he says, taking a deep breath, lungs filling with warmth, the drunkenness of the miasma that fills the room, the faint hint of silver and purple that lingers in the air like dust particles that hang in the air, only visible when the light hits it just right. Another deep breath, a squeeze, feeling the warmth of his scales against his soft fur, whiskers twitching as they run across his body, “Don’t worry, I’ll make this right.”

Scott presses himself up against his lover. His claws run along his body, feeling the curves of his form, “I won’t worry. You’ll make everything right. I am glad you are here to help. I will help too. I help those in need. And you need me close to you,” he says, his arousal constantly pounding in the back of his mind, instincts a guiding hand in each of his moves. Seeing his lover, his soul mate, driving his lust and love in tandem. The worry, frustration, the way Axel's body moves, he can read like an open book. Deep down he knows Axel is worried, concerned, stressed out.

There are so many ways he knows how to help him relax. His claws run through his shirt, under his clothes, “Let me help you, Axel. Not to worry. Everything will be alright. You said so, right?” he says.

A deep breath, a shudder, the claws running through his fur, heart racing, the strain in his body melting, soothing his pain, the haze growing stronger, “Let you help me… Not to worry. Everything will be alright. Yes, that is right,” he says, the words guiding him, pressing himself closer, the rumbling in his throat kicking in high gear as he begins to purr.

Scott smiles, “That’s it. Relax and let me help you. Everything will be fine. No need to worry. I am here to help,” he responds, slowly removing his lover’s shirt, letting the stuffy clothes drop to the floor, peeling away his constraints that bind his stuffy uptight feline lover to the world he holds so dear, yet getting the escape from it, a vacation from himself yet being a core part of him at the same time, the bliss and delight he sees on his face, makes him feel even warmer.

Axel nods, feeling safe within his lover’s arms. The clothes stripping away his concern, worries, woes, mind soothed and calmed. Each layer of clothing pulled away, revealing his arousal, his aching, tail flicking back and forth with increased delight, “Relax. Everything will be fine,” he says, the words repeating in his mind, becoming ever truer, pressing his arousal up against Scott’s very own, pre-cum glistening on their tips.

“It feels good to be against you again,” says Scott, claws tracing down his sides, giving his butt a playful squeeze, the claw tips reaching just to the base of his tail, giving a playful set of scratches.

The feline huffs and mews pleasantly, his butt jerking up in a steady motion, helping his cock grind against Scott’s. He spreads his leaking essence along his lover, making his partner’s cock slick. The warmth he feels helps fuel the fire within him, heart racing but without the weight that accompanied it only minutes ago. Or was it an hour? Days? Years? Does it matter, that feels like a different person, a different time. “I’m glad everything will be fine. I love you Scott,” he huffs, pressing up harder, content just to enjoy himself against him.

“I love you too my sweet furball,” he says, leaning in to give him a soft tender kiss, huffing more of that intoxicating mist into the cat’s lungs. Their members twitch and grind against one another.

“You know what to say to make me feel better, my lovably Komodo,” he says, the world around him fading away into a haze. His claws extend and withdraw repeatedly, holding up against his stronger, powerful sweet, scaled lover. The cool air rolls over their bodies.

“That is the kind of Komodo I am, one that helps those in need,” he says with a playful growl, nibbling along the side of Axel’s neck, growing in their embrace, simply wanting to have him near, wanting to help sooth that anxiety, stress, pressure that is held in the very depths of his lover’s body, “That’s it. No more worries. Everything will be alright.”

He looks up into the dragon’s eyes, locking onto them, feeling the certainty, no matter how glassed over they’ve become. There’s a confidence that just adds to the security that his body craved so much. There’s nothing else that matters, “Everything will be alright. No need to worry,” he repeats, returning the kiss, his tail wrapping around him.

Nothing more had to be said. More than that, it doesn’t need to be said. They read each other like a pair of open books, interwoven page by page to one another, forming a tight bind that is unbreakable. The bonds they’ve formed over the years, that despite their arousals or perhaps because of it. They didn’t need to do anything more than just enjoy the feeling of the kinship they share between one another.

Feeling each other’s heartbeat. Each other’s warmth. The sleek scales, the soft and fluffy well-groomed fur. Scott’s power, Axel’s strength. Protection and care. Two peas in a pod, in this white room. Simply this was the bliss the other sought after their harrowing ordeal. There was nothing else needed, all their needs, wants, desires at this exact moment have been met, leaving a rumbling deep flow of air through Scott’s lungs and the quicker, shorter, purring rumble of Axel. Matching yin and yang.

“That’s enough you two, I got what I needed. Scott, please remain calm and let Axel leave and lay there. Axel, gather your things and return to me through the doors. Follow the rules given and everything will be fine,” says Salandra in a commanding tone. Her words run their hazy minds, guiding their thoughts forward, a shining light, carving a path through the snow that the pheromones have laid over their minds.

Scott nods, “I will remain here. Let him leave,” he says in a simple calm response, the thoughts seemingly his own.

Axel feels the words, the compulsion, and without second thought follows the commands, gathering his things, “I’ll leave. Everything will be fine,” he says, looking at Scott.

He smiles back at him, “Everything will be fine. I’ll just lay here,” he responds, doing so.

“Yes, everything will be fine,” he says, holding his clothes bundled up in his paws, walking through the doors, listening to the doors as a gas fills the room, which quickly helps start to detoxify his mind. When instructed to go into the next room, a different gas fills it, helping wash away the fog, and when he steps fully through the room, looking down at the latex covered lizard.

“It’ll be a few more minutes before you can think for yourself. Get yourself cleaned up in the side room. You made a mess of yourself,” she huffs, pointing toward an attached shower room to the lab that is normally used in case of emergencies.

Axel looks at her, trying to collect his thoughts, his boner still going strong despite the mess that he’s made between his legs, “Okay. I can do that,” he says, heading toward the shower, putting his clothes off to the side, turning on the water and then lets out a loud yowl, jumping out of the shower half soaked, arms pulled away from him, his fur completely matted, “What in the nine lives hell, why did I just take a fricken shower!” he huffs, scrambling to find a nearby towel, working to pat himself dry, “It’ll take weeks to get my fury back to normal,” he huffs.

“An adrenaline surge helped you regain your senses sooner than I expected, fascinating, I’ll make a note of that,” says Salandra.

Axel turns to her, with a glare and a growl, teeth baring a bit, “It was you! You made me take a shower!” he huffs, what fur not soaked standing up on end.

“I didn’t make you do anything. You did that on your own. I only told you to do so.”

“But I was still under the gas’ influence, don’t you have any decency of mind controlling me into taking a shower? That’s beyond cruel. That breaks intergalactic feline law.”

“I’m not a feline, it doesn’t matter to me,” she says, waving him off, “Now, do you want me to help or are you going to give me a rough tongue lashing for something that you did? I warned you about staying in that room long and you fell asleep in there with him. Be glad I managed to get detoxing gas to clear your head, or you’d be my helpless suggestive puppet for the next hour or two.”

Everything comes back to him, the weight of the situation, attention turning to Scott, who is relaxing on the bed, noticing that he also became a bit of a spent mess. His own arousal calming down, using the towel to clean himself the best he can, “You have good news at least? Why? How? What?”

“Why this happened? It appears Scott has a vestigial breath organ that his more primitive kind had for fire breathing.”

“Don’t tell the dragons who can still do it that they are primitive, or they’ll make you a bit too toasty.”

Her hidden eyes roll, “Right. But it appears my kind’s pheromones spawned a production within this gland, causing it to produce its own pheromones like my own.”

“So can we just turn it off?”

“Not that I can see.”

“How about removal?”

“The organ is an odd place that is mixed with several vital organs, blood vessels, and from my records the rare times they have been removed it's very risky business even with today’s technology.”

“How risky?”

“Ten percent survival rate with no complications, another five with severe complications that tend to severely shorten the patient’s life span.”

His heart dropped to the floor, “I-is there anything we can do? Or is he stuck like this?” he says, walking back over to the glass.

“For any normal person, perhaps not. But I am far above and beyond the average person. It’ll take some effort and a lot of work, but I think there is something we can do. But first…”

Axel interrupts her, “But first what?”

“Put your clothes back on,” she says, pointing to his nakedness, “I didn’t come here for a porn show. If I wanted that I could get that back home.”

He looks down, feeling his cheeks grow warm, whiskers twitching, “Right,” he huffs, rushing to do so, “You said we? There’s something I can do?”

“You have the most important job of all.”

“What is it? Tell me. I’ll do anything to save Scott.”

“You’ll need to find everything that revolves around him. Every bit of writing be it his work, his private life. Video recording of any occasion, private videos of your passion. Everything. We’ll be needing it to feed it into an onboard AI that will help keep Scott as Scott.”

“Keep Scott as Scott?”

She sighs, her mask inflating, “Yes. The pheromones are making him very suggestive. In small doses it can be fine, giving a nice sexual high, but in large quantities over a long period of time? It could have very detrimental effects, that could lead to change in neural pathways within his very own mind.”

His ear twitches, “Meaning?”

“He could become a completely different person by the time he grows adjusted to what his body is now producing.”

Axel’s hands shake, feeling like someone is stepping on his heart, “I can’t lose him… I won’t lose him,” he says, his claws extending out.

“Now you understand the importance of this. The more you feed the AI the better it will be to suggest responses and movements that Scott would do. And since it's the things that he would do anyway, he’ll follow through it much easier than something that would go against his nature. And it’ll be a necessary thing till he fully adjusts to what he’s producing.”

“I-I’ll do it. I’ll get everything. But what about the pheromones? Is he going to be left in that room? Please tell me there’s some other way?” he asks, looking at her with pleading eyes, and for some reason under that rubber mask there is a sense that there’s a devilish grin underneath.

“Of course, that is where I come in. See this suit?” she asks, showing off her sleek smooth form.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“I’ll make him one just like this. Designed to contain his pheromones, and have the AI built into the hood so he’ll be able to listen to the AI to guide his motions, while giving him the ability to move about and live his life. It’ll be the only effective way to keep his mind intact until an actual cure is found for his spontaneous biology metamorphosis.”

“How long will that be?”

“Don’t know. Months? Years? Perhaps the rest of his life. Time will tell.”

His throat closes up, purring with concern he manages to squeak out, “And how long will it take for him to adjust to the pheromones?’

“Months? Maybe a year, I don’t think it’ll take more than that.”

His fingers stiffen, claws extending out again, “I-I see… And how much? This can’t be cheap. Using an AI? Creating a suit like yours? It doesn’t look cheap.”

Salandra walks up to him, “Worried about cost?” she asks, looking up at him.

He looks to Scott then back at her, shaking his head, “No, but I am no fool. I want to know what I am getting into.”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll pay it… wait, you said nothing?” he asks, ears twitching, whiskers wiggling.

“Nope, I’ll cover this. You two mean a lot to each other. I can’t see myself charging you for something my species caused.”

Tears swell up in his eyes, falling to his knees, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” she responds before she’s taken into a big hug by him, the cat’s face rubbing up against her latex with a loud squeak.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he purrs.

“Hey, hey, hey. Watch the claws!”

He pulls himself back, “Oh…, sorry.”

“Don’t mention it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I won’t pass this up.”

He takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out while he gets back to his feet, “Ah, now I see.”

“I meant what I said. Back home the males find comfort in one another just to avoid our influence, but the moment they get a whiff? That goes out the window. But you two? Under such influence, I could see that it's more than just comfort of convenience. I can respect that. Now, go. I’ve already sent requests to Scott’s work for everything that would be relevant, including the skills related to his work. But that’s his professional life. It’ll be up to you to gather everything for his personal life. Remember, to give everything. And if possible, mark what is public and private. Situation and context matters to help the AI craft the closest replica to his actual mind. I know you understand the gravity of this situation.”

“More than the biggest supermassive black hole Miss.”

She smirks, “Good, now go. Time is of the essence.”

“Yes Miss… and thank you,” he says, rushing off with a vigor in his step, chasing that red dot glimmer of hope.

Salandra smirks, “The joy of knowing someone truly loves you… I swear I could be envious,” she thinks, getting to work.

Axel worked like a cat out of the nine lives of hell. Using the time, it would take to craft the suit as his hard line timer he scoured everything and anything that could be used to feed the AI. Photographs with annotations that Scott wrote. Videos of their wedding, the secret hidden post wedding fun. Anything and everything he could think of. His shop was temporary closed while he worked non-stop, occasionally finding himself fallen asleep in the middle of a mess of his own making to find anything that he might have missed. The only time he took off from searching for more information was the time he took to take care of Lexa. Up to and very much including filling her water bowl.

It was the longest week of his life. His normally well-kept fur has been a complete mess. Bags under his eyes, whiskers frazzled, it is clear he’s lost a few good pounds in such a short order to the point that on his seventh day visit the smell of sweet delicious food in the lab makes his stomach growl, but he turns straight toward Salandra, “I found some video emails he sent to his folks, I hope this helps,” he says, stumbling over to her.

She grabs the information sticks, “This will be perfect, now sit down and have something to eat.”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to get a bit more information. Just a little bit more,” he says, leaning against a lab table.

“If you don’t sit down and eat, I’m going to rip off my mask and make you. And I’m ranked one of the top ten most potent on my planet. You think Scott’s is mind numbing? Wait till you get a breath of mine. I’ll have you back in that shower in no time.”

The word shower makes his skin crawl, fur standing up. He turns to her, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. The last thing he needs is for you to collapse. You are important in his recovery. For you will be the one taking care of him, helping him, and keeping him on task. Living a normal life, and not like a helpless child. He will need you to treat him as normal as possible. And if you are too tired to string two thoughts together. Neither will he. Got it?”

He takes a deep breath, knowing when he’s been beat, looking back at the hot fish-based meal sitting there, with a cup of milk, “H-how did you know what I like?”

“I have to review what you’ve been sending to me. I caught a few things,” she says with a hidden smirk, “Now sit and eat.”

He takes a deep breath, “Okay,” he says, doing so, “How much longer till the suit is ready?”

“A bit longer but should be soon. Right now, I want you to worry about eating and relaxing. I have enough fed into the AI to create what I need. And I’ll be here to help improve it as more is found, but we’ve far surpassed the bare minimum required.”

He smiles, tail swishing, “That’s good,” he replies, absolutely devouring his meal, taking big gulps of the warm milk that has just a hint of sugar that makes that sweet flavor really pop on his lapping tongue and the next thing he knows is… darkness.

Axel awakes with a pat on his cheek, finding himself lying on his back on the floor, he looks up to see the latex suited lizard standing over him, asking, “Are you awake yet?”

“Y-yeah…” he says, sitting up feeling his back ache, “How long was I out?”

“You collapsed from exhaustion about two thirds through your meal.”

“And you let me just lay there?”

“Once I saw you were fine, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You could have moved me to some place more comfortable,” he says with a grunt, standing up.

“I heard cats could sleep anywhere, was I misinformed?”

“Feral cats maybe,” he says, stretching hearing a few bones pop, “Ah, dang, that I am going to feel that later,” he says, catching Scott sitting on the bed in a bit of a haze with a table in front of him with silver and purple latex suit that looks like it will perfectly form fit around Scott’s body, tail and all with the same gas mask design with a pair of big filters on either side of the head for the mask, “It’s ready?” he says, rushing over to the glass, “Why hasn’t he put it on? Scott! Put the suit on, it’s to help you!”

“He will. With your help.”

“I’m going to go in there? But the pheromones will filter through my skin. If I’m not quick enough, I’ll be as hazy as him.”

She shakes her head, walking up to him, “You’ll be doing it from here. You’ll guide him through putting the suit on. Piece by piece,” she says, pointing to a holographic projection just a few feet away, “That will tell you how to tell him how to put the suit on, got it? You’ll guide him through via the speakers.”

Axel’s ears twitch, pointing to Salandra while she talks as he walks up to the holographic projector seeing the instructions in clear, concise and easy to follow instructions, “Yeah. I just read this, and he’ll do as I tell him?”

“Yup, that's simple.”

“One thing.”

“Yes?”

“You made it, why are you having me do this?”

“It’s an important task and I can’t think of anything but the one that matters most in his life to guide him through it. And I made the instructions so simple and easy to follow that even you should be able to guide him through it.”

He chuckles, “Gee thanks.”

“Just do it before I change my mind,” she says, waving him off, “I’ll be watching and if I need to, I’ll step in. Just say when ready and we’ll begin.”

Axel takes a deep breath, calming his shaking hands, reading over the instructions, his ears flicking, “Let’s do this.”

Salandra smirks, “You’re on.”

Scott looks at the table, his mind in a haze that feels like it has no beginning or end. Thoughts slip through his mind like sand through his claws. His tail shifts and moves every so often, “Sit and wait. Sit and wait. I’ll be a good dragon if I sit and wait. I wait and sit. A good dragon sits and waits.”

Axel’s voice comes through, “Scott? Can you hear me?”

His tail twitches, looking in the direction of the voice, “Axel? Yes, I can hear you. I’m a good dragon, sitting here and waiting.”

Axel swallows the tenseness in his throat, the fur crawling across his skin, “Yes, you are. Now do me a big favor Scott and listen to me and do as I say for the next few minutes. We’re going to put that suit on in front of you. It’s going to help you, okay? Do you understand?”

Looking at the shiny rubber suit, his member twitching, looking at it, “It is going to help me. I help those in need. You need my help for me to put on the suit. I understand.”

Axel takes a deep breath, calming his hands, “Right, first clean yourself off with the towel, then dry yourself. You need to be as clean as you can be before slipping into the suit.”

“Clean myself first, then dry with the towel, got it,” he says, following through with the instructions, the words bouncing in his head. “Have to be clean. Then dry myself, clean then dry, clean then dry,” he think, making sure any arousal mess he might have made is fully wiped clean, stopping with the towel in hand.

“Drop the towel, put on the pants, make sure your length is within the codpiece.”

Scott hears and feels Axel’s words. The vibration through the speakers moves the exotic aroma through the air, his heart races, “Put on the pants first. Pants go on first,” he thinks, responding, “Pants go on first.” The smooth latex runs across his skin, squeaking, grinding, gripping yet gliding across his form. He tugs and pulls them into place, his twitching member outlining through the rubber.

“Please put your length into the codpiece,” says Axel.

“Length in codpiece, length in codpiece,” Scott mutters, adjusting and moving his aching member into the place, slipping into a compartment that shows a simple bulge that his member feels nice and contained within the rubber.

“There you go. You are doing good.”

“I am doing good. I am doing good,” he thinks, smiling, “I am doing good.”

Axel stiffens, “Yes, very good. Next, put on the footwear. Slip the right one into the right foot, left to the left foot,” he says, reading through the instruction manual, constantly looking over at his lover, seeing what moves he makes, ready to add any correction, “Come on Scott, you can do this, nice and easy.”

“Right to right, left to left,” he replies, grabbing the sleek silver latex footwear that look perfectly molded for his feet, a nice skintight look and feel like his pants. Silver base with a purple underside. He glides one foot in, then the other, tugging and pulling till they are fully on. The latex warms him, transferring the warmth away from him and into the cool air, helping him feel the air, and make the latex feel ever thinner.

“Now find and put on the tail on next, over your tail.”

“Find and put on the tail next, got it,” he replies, searching the rubber parts that remain till he locates the tail that has the same silver main body and the purple underside. He slides it over his tail, hiding his scales under the smooth sleek latex. The rubber grips across his body with an eagerness that was almost real, “Tail over the tail. Tail over the tail.”

Axel feels a rock sit in his stomach, watching more of his love become hidden under the rubber, he looks over to Salandra, “Why is the suit your colors?”

Scott looks up at the direction of the audio, “Why is the suit your colors?” he responds, the words bouncing in his head.

Salandra grunts, “Standard, are you going to complain now? And you transmitted what you said.”

“Oh, sorry!” he exclaims.

Scott lowers his head, “Sorry.”

Salandra turns off the transmitter.

Axel remarks, “Sorry, sorry, I just…”

Salandra places her smooth rubber hand over his, “Relax and follow the instructions. You can do it.”

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs, feeling it warm up, “Okay, I got this. Let’s continue.”

She smiles through her rubber hood, “You’re on.”

“Scott?”

“Yes?”

“Slip on the body shirt next, make sure the front is facing forward when you put it on so it fits right.”

“Shirt next, slip it on, face forward to fit right,” he replies, following the commands without question, without concern, without care, setting off no alarms in the back of his head. His entire mind brought forward to this one task. Like slipping on a T-shirt, he makes sure the front of the attire is facing forward. The silver main body, the purple front, perfectly matching what he has on so far. The rubber glides across his scales, like an ice skater on the rink. Smooth, elegant, liberating. A soft moan escapes his lips, something about the sensation of the latex on his body feels comforting, squeezing, containing, wonderful, “Slip it on. Slip it on. Slip it on,” his thoughts repeating like a broken record.

“Good, very good Scott. The gloves next. Right hand into the right glove, left hand into the left glove.”

He grabs the gloves, checking over each one, making sure he gets it right, “Left in left. Right in right,” the phrase adjusting slightly from one moment to the next, but the meaning remains the same. His claws become perfectly outlined in the rubber, the sharp deadliness they naturally have, now converted to slightly rubber tips, the sight of which makes a tingle run down Axel’s spine, but all Scott thinks about is the command.

“That’s it, all you need to do now is put on the mask. You can do it. Just put on the mask and we’ll be nearly done.”

The sleek pieces shift, squeak, grind against Scott’s scales, his arousal aching so hard yet subtly hidden within the bulge between his legs, his body aching for something more but his mind feels content to follow the leader, to follow his lover’s voice, “Put on the mask. Got it,” he mutters, looking straight at the dragon mask. The thick black filters on the side with a purple hue showing through the three filter cuts. The amber lenses that seem to glow in the light. He grabs it, feeling the weight of the filters, “Put on the mask. Put on the mask. Put on the mask,” over and over the command repeated in his head, echoing ever louder, drowning out anything else, “Put on the mask,” he mutters, slipping his rubber clad thumbs under the hood, opening the neck part wider.

He takes a deep breath, pulling the mask on, hearing it creak and sleek across his head, pushing and pulling at the latex, making it work to adjust over his horns, to fit perfectly like a hand to glove, locking it into place around him. His world a tinted amber hue, the command still bouncing in his head as he worked to make it fit perfectly.

“Good Scott. Now that everything is on, I need you to say ‘Activate Suit, Password Salandra is the greatest’ can you do that for me?” he says, giving the lizard a long “Really?” look upon realizing the password.

Salandra replies with a smirk so big that even Axel can see it through the perfectly sealed mask.

Scott replies, “Good Scott. Everything is on. I need to say activate suit, password Salandra is the greatest, I can do that for you,” he replies. The latex on the suit activates. Thousands of latex tendrils reach out and grab onto the ends of the suit pulling all the pieces together, growing a size tighter, the rubber stretching and fitting over every scale, yet showing no detail, a sleek smooth slender form, hinting at the muscles underneath. The filters activating the air rushing in, breathing out, mask inflating, none of the pheromones escaping.

His amber eyes glow, his mind repeating that last command till he hears a voice… his voice, “Scott Naegon. I am Scott Naegon, I am a loving husband to Axel. I have a dragon-kobold named Lexa.”

“Scott Naegon. I am Scott Naegon, I am a loving husband to Axel. I have a dragon-kobold named Lexa,” he thinks, the words moving through his head, feeling so right, so correct. His member twitches, another deep breath.

The AI monitors Scott’s breathing, the situation, seeing what he is seeing, listening to his soft muttering“I am Scott Naegon. I am a space engineer.”

“I am Scott Naegon. I am a space engineer,” he repeats over and over, again, till the AI speaks to him again, his thoughts latching onto the next phrase, “I love long walks on the beach. I love Axel. I love Lexa my dragon-kobold. I am a dragon. I am me. I can think for myself. I think for myself. I think for myself. I think for myself. I think for myself.”

Axel looks at Scott, fully suited, standing there, staring ahead, breathing slow, steady, tail swaying side to side like a metronome. He turns to Salandra, “Now what?”

Salandra takes a deep breath the mask hissing as air rushes in, “Now Axel, we wait. Let the AI help assert itself and dominance over his mind. Guide him to respond and move forward.”

“And then what?”

“You’ll treat him like you’d always would.”

“Like nothing happened? You can’t expect me to…” he says, stopping mid-sentence when she raises her hand.

“No. We’re not erasing what happened. You’ll come to understand it. And I’ll be monitoring the AI and have you both come into visits on a daily basis for the first few weeks and we’ll go from there how many are needed.”

Axel extends his claws, tail flicking, walking over to the glass, “Come on Scott, you can do it. You just need to focus. You’re strong, you can do it.”

Scott feels the haze remain as strong as ever in his mind, but like a muscle that hasn’t been worked in far too long, he starts to get a subtle sense of something that felt like the line of thinking he’s used to, deep down in the back of his mind.

“I am Scott Naegon.”

“I am Scott Naegon.”

“I love my husband, Axel.”

“I can think for myself.”

“I love thinking for myself.”

“I listen and do my job.”

“My life is not my job.”

“My life is my partner.”

“And his life is mine.”

“We are one.”

“I love him.”

“He loves me.”

“I am Scott Naegon.”

“I am a space engineer.”

“I do my job to the best of my ability.”

“I do my job well. I never cut corners.”

“I remember to call my parents at least once a month.”

“Damn those long-distance calling fees.”

“Axel is such a lovable furball.”

“I’m his sweet Komodo.”

The AI continues to work and after several hours Scott looks toward the door, speaking through the muzzle, his words a little muffled by the latex, yet he speaks with a confidence, with the suit whispering softly into his ear, “Hello?” “Hello?”

Axel jumps from his seat, “He said hello! He spoke… without anyone pushing him… can I, try?” he asks, looking to Salandra.

“Give it a few more minutes, let him start asking questions.”

“Sorry. I am just a little confused. How long have I been here?” Scott looks around the room, running his rubber clad claws along the door, “Sorry. I am just a little… confused. How…” “Long have I been here?” “Long have I been here?”

Axel looks to Salandra, tensing, “Now?”

She nods, “Now.”

With glee he springs to answer, “Scott? It’s me Axel. You’ve been in there for over a week. The confusion is from the pheromones you now produce.”

“Axel? It’s so good to hear from you. You feel relieved to hear Axel’s voice. ” “Axel? It’s so good to hear from you. I feel so relieved to hear your voice.” The suit whispers, and corrects him, “You do not repeat the enforced words. You feel them. Guide your feelings.”

Scott mutters, “I do not repeat enforced words. I feel them… guide my feelings,” he says taking a deep breath.

Axel looks to Salandra, having turned off the intercom, “What do I try?”

“Try again. It’ll be fine. He’ll adjust as it goes, and the AI will improve.”

He forces a smile, stiffening his resolve, turning back to Scott, “It’s alright. You are being helped by an AI, to keep you as you till you are recovered. Do you understand?”

Scott nods, “I am concerned… but I understand. That is why I am wearing this suit?”

“Yes. It’s to protect you. Help you. And so, I don’t become a horny mess when I’m around you.”

Scott chuckles, “But you’re always a horny mess around me.”

He huffs, fur standing on edge, “Hey now. It’s not always,” he remarks, looking at Salandra, who motions him to continue, “Would you like to stay in there?”

A moment passes before Scott replies, “What? Fuck no. I want to get home. Lexa must be so worried. You know how she always… worries.”

He lets out a gasp of delight, “Yeah. She’s been a handful. I’ll see about getting you out of there, okay?”

“I would like that very much.”

Axel feels a subtle sense of relief, “One small step at a time,” he says with a sigh, sitting back down in the chair, “Does this mean that I can…” he stops himself, afraid to say the words.

“Take him home? Yeah. We’ll give him another week before starting up work. But for now. Take him home, treat him well.”

“Sure, sure… but with that suit, how will he… ah eat.”

“A room has been made for him to eat and do his business at your place. I got the expense covered, don’t worry about that.”

“And what about… ahh…” he says, rubbing his chin, looking off to the side.

“The latex will stretch, though for him to push into you? That will be a little while coming. He’s the top, isn’t he?”

“What? No… well… mostly… nearly always.”

She chuckles, “Thought so. It was a bit obvious.”

“Hey now.”

“Relax. But I will note that with all this information the AI can very easily have him ask for things he might have been a bit too shy or cautious to ask before.”

“And what if he asks something out of the ordinary.”

“You know him better than anyone else on the station. That will be for you to decide.”

“Got it,” he says, looking back toward Scott, then back to her, “Salandra?”

She looks up at him, “Yes?”

“Thank you for everything.”

She waves him off, “I’m benefiting from this. Take him home. Have fun. Make the best out of the situation and before you know it. This will be behind you.”

He swallows a lump in his throat, “I certainly hope so,” he says, twitching his whiskers, “Let’s do this.”

“And we are home!” exclaims Axel, stepping through the doors.

“About time. I feel like I haven’t been home in nine days, six hours, thirty-thee minutes and ten seconds,” replies Scott, taking a deep breath, “It feels good to be home,” he says, hearing a skittering of claws across the floor, “Lexa? Is that you?” he says, crouching down the dragon rushing into the living room, then sliding to a stop, and rushing out in the opposite direction, “Lexa?”

Axel laughs, “Ah, I forgot to let her know of your current changes. It might take a moment for her to adjust.”

“She’s a quick… learner. She’ll adjust, like I am,” he says, slowly stepping out into the hallway, making clicking noises, “Here Lexa. Come to your big Komodo.”

“You never say that to her,” remarks Axel.

“Oh, I forgot. I never say that when you are here,” he says, rubbing the back of his head with a loud squeak.

Axel sighs, “It’s fine. Mistakes will happen. But I don’t think she’ll come out that easily.”

“Hmm. I have an idea,” he says, going back to the kitchen, opening the cupboard, cracking a can of food.

Lexa clatters across the floor, rushing over to the bowl, sliding into the wall with a thud.

Scott looks at Lexa and after a second delay, laughs, “Lexa. You silly dragon. Here, have some food. Your favorite. Burning peasants,” he says, dumping the themed food into the bowl.

Slowly… steadily Lexa approaches, looking up at him with clear confusion. But then once she’s close enough she gets to the food, and after a tentative moment he gets to pet her, “There we go Lexa. See, it's me, Scott. Your owner. You are a sweet dragon-kobold. Eat your fill. And get sleepy. I want to do something with Axel, and I want you nice and tired to not bother us.”

Axel’s ear twitches, “Do something with me?”

Scott smirks, “Yes, come. Something I’ve been wanting to do. And I am too horny to think straight. Not that I have ever thought straight a day in my life.”

Axel groans, “Not the puns. Please not the puns.”

“Sorry, you’re stuck with them, now come,” he says, motioning him over toward the bedroom.

“I have to treat him normally,” Axel tells himself, following him into the bedroom where Scott is on the bed, in a teasing seductive pose. Truly showing off his sleek rubber silver and purple body. The amber eyes glowing motioning him closer. He leans against the door frame, “We’ve been home for less than five minutes and you want this?”

“I haven’t had any fun since last time, and that’s much longer than five minutes,” he says, his head tipping as if he just winked.

“Ah… yes, but the last time you ah…” he trails off being hit in the face with a pillow, “Hey!”

“Come you furball. I want to experiment this time.”

He tilts his head forward, “You want to experiment.”

“What? Can’t I initiate it?”

“Well yeah you can, but this might be not the right time?”

“I know you are worried. But I’ve wanted to do this with you for ages. But I was…” he trails off.

He takes a deep breath, stripping out of his ragged clothes, “We’ll talk about it. Then we’ll decide, okay?”

Scott grins, leaning forward, “Purrfect.”

He sighs, “This reminds me of when we got married, you loved the puns.”

“So do you.”

“Ah…” he trails off, slipping out of his pants and onto the bed, “What is it that you want?”

He growls playfully, running his claws through Axel’s fur.

An odd sensation to feel the strength and power of Scott’s touch, yet the sleek smooth rubber that matches to sneak through between his fur and touch his skin. It makes him shudder, the unique friction, the feel. It’s all so different, yet not completely unwanted, except for the circumstances that drove it to this moment.

“I want to ride you.”

“Ride me?” he asks, ears folding back, “But I’ve never…”

“I know, you always love to be taken, and I love to do it. To make you feel safe, taken care of. But I’ve been wanting to try it. To know, you know?”

“You’ve played with dildos.”

“Yes, and it's fun, but a dildo is not you.”

“It’s going to be different with the suit on, you know.”

“Yeah and? You’re the one always wanting to spice things up. Let me for once do it.”

Axel leans in, running his paws across Scott’s latex drone suited body. He feels his lover’s warmth, the delightful sensation of the rubber. He presses up against it, feeling the subtle impression of his scales underneath, a comforting reminder of who he is underneath and for the first time since he stepped into that room with Scott, he feels a twitch within his loins, the walls of stress, worry, concern, that blocked his libido begin to crack, “Did you always feel this way?”

“Not always. I know it was before, but now I want to try. You’ve been feeling so out of control with what happened. Let me give you the feeling of taking some of it back. To be in charge. To let you know. Everything is going to be okay.”

Axel looks into the glowing amber lenses, he moves in, pressing his lips against the rubber, tasting it on his tongue. Now so close he can see past the glow, into Scott’s eyes, that are glazed over, but hidden underneath it, there is something more. The spark, the soul, the worry and love that pulled him into this relationship in the first place. In this moment he truly feels that things can be okay, and not just a white lie he’s been telling himself over and over again.

Scott leans into the kiss, the thin layer of rubber confounding the moment, wanting to be closer, his bulge pressing up against Axel’s full mast length. He pulls him closer; each move he makes squeaks. The suit shifts over his scales, teasing him, building up his desire more. The rubber around his codpiece fully encasing his length, helping transfer any pleasure the bulge touches to his needy member, “Please Axel? For me?”

Axel takes a deep breath, “I get to decide. I know him better than anyone. Is this something that he’d really do? If it was, how did I not know? Would I really know him that well if he kept this from me? No, I need to be confident. If I don’t know him, who else can?” He presses himself closer, hands feeling along those powerful muscles, the scent of rubber filling the room, kindling a new desire that didn’t cross his radar before, “You know Scott… I can’t say no to you,” he replies with a playful purr, giving him another kiss.

Scott chuckles, giving a playful growl, holding him close, “I know.”

In that moment, as they take the moment to figure out just how a cat half Scott’s size is going to pull this off, they both feel that everything will be just okay.