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(Hey. You. Reader. You should really check the tags for this one, because I'm experimenting with a new kink here. If it's your thing, then that's fine. Otherwise, you've been warned, and this is your only warning. All the same, if it's not your thing, there is no shame in clicking away. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you continue.)

It was cold, and wet, and rainy outside. Outside, being the key word here. The TV made shadows and flashed the room in various colors, and the surround sound system drowned out the thunder outside. The wind howled at the windows, and sheets of rain poured against his glass side door. He didn't care though. One of his favored movies was on, he had some fine liquor, and some company for the night.

"Ey, fast forward through the ads. This is recorded, right?" The large, comfy couch creaked as his partner shifted her weight around.

"Oh yeah. You've got the remote though." He fumbled about in the semidark room for the remote to the TV.

"No... I don't." She leaned over to examine under the seat cushions. "Didn't you get a double last week, Tabs?"

"I did, but-" His paws knocked something over. "Hang on."

He almost fell over as he crawled off the couch, trying to retrieve what was no doubt likely the remote.

"Dude, it's not even nine yet, and you're more drunk than I am." He almost sat on her fluffy tail when he flopped back down.

"Nothing better to do with the lightning howling outside. Now where were we?" He fast forwarded past the seemingly half-hour brick of commercials and advertisements.

"And there we-" He clicked the button again. He wasn't expecting the whole house to turn off. "Go. Dammit."

"I'm going to assume the power went out." He could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Maybe, I didn't hear any thunder though."

The weather was out to prove him wrong, as lightning lit up the sky, and thunder shook the house.

"So I guess you're deaf." She slurped down the last of her wine.

"And I hear you finished that off rather quickly."

"Not my fault you have good taste in wine. Even if you can't quite hold it down as well." She mocked.

"Hey!" He knew it was in good faith, but it stung a bit regardless.

"Oh, relax Tabir. You big softie." The wine bottle clinked as she put it back on the table next to the couch.

Tabir was attempting to form words, but when he opened his mouth, he wasn't expecting a mawful of fur. She'd somehow sidled a bit closer to him after the power cut out, and was trying to give him a hug. Or something. He leaned into it, letting her wrap her arms around him for the moment. It was a short moment, and Tabir felt her arms slide lower, almost limp. Snores happened not a few seconds afterwards.

"And you were just saying I couldn't hold mine..." He gently laid her head against the arm of the couch, draping her upper body over his lap. He was stuck for a while, and bored, seemingly.

He punched the side of the couch with a clenched fist. As nice as the couch was, the button for the recliner mode was the stiffest he'd ever come across. Her breathing deepened, and he only had the loud roaring of thunder, and the soft pattering of rain to keep him company. It felt like an eternity. Sometime in that eternity though, he fell asleep himself.

At some point, the lightning and thunder stopped, but the rain didn't. But, another noise roused Tabir from his deep stupor of a slumber. It started with his ears twitching, as they always did when picking up on faint sounds. At first it sounded like heavy wingbeats flying closely over the house, but then it sounded much different.

As much as he would have liked to wake his mate a bit more gently, that choice was made for him when it sounded like several trees fell over at once.

"The fuck?" She swore when she hit her head on Tabirs' muzzle.

"Ah, sorry. Ow..." He was almost convinced his teeth were chipped and bleeding, but at least the lights were back on.

"You hear that?" Her hazel green eyes stared right into his.

"The wingbeats?" He rubbed at his jaws and gently nudged her away a bit.

"No, the crashing noise!" Her neck popped when she sat up quickly.

"Uhhh, kinda." The low lights made navigating much easier, now.

One of her teeth must have felt odd, because Tabir saw her fishing for a tissue. He produced a box from his side of the couch.

"Something taste funny on one of those sabertooth teeth?" He grinned.

"Nothing I haven't tasted before. But, whatever I ate, plus that wine, plus what we did earlier left some funky tastes mixed onto it." Her whiskers twitched as she scrubbed the tooth with a soft moisturized wipe.

"Gonna remind you to rinse that off once you're done cleaning it."

"Yeah, yeah. More for fur than teeth, I know. They work amazingly though." She ran her tongue over the other one. "Whatever it was, it's not on the other one."

"Probably drool or something. I'm gonna grab a snack and check the coffee maker. Want anything Sam?" His balance was much better this time when he got up.

"Not really. Maybe a fresh breath mint or something. One of those flavored teeth whitening strips doesn't sound bad either." She sprawled out on the couch, as cats do.

"Gotcha. Hope your head doesn't hurt too much from slamming into my jaw."

"I actually can't feel that right now. I might later though." She ran her paws through her headfur, no doubt looking for a lump.

"I'll bring the painkillers down too."

He heard her stumble a bit, then the TV came back on. His footpaws were already on the stairs when he heard her groan of disgust. Whatever knocked the power out probably took out the satellite, too. Unfortunate, he'd have to realign the dish and fix it later. The soft carpet squished under his toes as he finally hit the top of the stairway.

The house wasn't small, that much was for sure. But, it was located rather far out in the countryside, in a sort of forest. So much so, that he had to spend some of his sizable inheritance on getting some cable internet. But, deals being what they were, it had to be bundled with satellite TV. Tabir scratched at the back of his head, just behind his ears. If his still somewhat asleep mind could navigate... the kitchen should be to the right.

"Ohhh boy." Even the dim lights told him what had gone on earlier.

He and Samantha must have really gone at it earlier, because there were messes everywhere. Half-sliced vegetables and fruit, bread left out on the table, stains from lovemaking on said table. His stomach grumbled, distracting him from the time he'd no doubt need to spend cleaning. Some tomato slices were agreeable to his stomach, at least. A bit of bread later, and he had himself a vegetarian sandwich. A bit strange, considering he was a coyote, but he'd make it work.

Though, he was glad he'd opted for the slow release conversion pill. Even with his brain as muddied as it was, he remembered the last time he'd eaten vegetarian and forgotten to take it. While coyotes were one of the species that just needed a small dose, and had much lighter consequences, it was not a fond memory. He had to admit, that salad was amazing though. He yawned, still not fully awake, and more than likely still a bit intoxicated.

But, another loud crash caused him to drop his half-sandwich, and yelp.

"You okay up there?" He could hear Samantha yelling from downstairs. Even over the rain.

"Yeah, that wasn't me!" His muzzle split into a frown, piecing the sandwich back together.

"Well, shit! Sure sounded like you!" Her voice was closer, she was probably coming up the stairs.

A few thumps later, and he was glad for the hand rail he'd installed not a month ago.

"Be careful!" Luckily, the sandwich tasted just as good as it did before.

He made himself look busy searching for her requested items. Opening cupboards, he heard her pad into the room unsteadily. Then a huge gulp of air as she stood in the hallway. He almost expected her to throw up. He turned around with items in hand.

"We made a huge mess." She was covering her muzzle with her paws.

"Yeah, we did. It's not a big deal though. I'm not mad. I'm a little annoyed I can't remember it though." He shrugged, handing her the stuff she'd asked for.

"Thanks..." She looked down at the pawful of items. "You're sure you're not even a bit upset?"

"No, sweetie. I-" Another loud crash came from outside, and he was sure it wasn't the thunder or lightning.

"Okay, seriously. I know it isn't the thunder or rain now." She huffed, holding her head. "Or my growing headache."

He stood there munching on his light sandwich. It took but moments for him to finish it.

"How do you even stand those?" She winced when he swallowed the last bit down with a grin.

"Same way you like meat. It tastes good to me." He began putting away the rest of the food that had been left out.

"Man, I don't know what people like you would do if they hadn't invented that compound back in the nineteen fifties." She rolled her eyes.

"Quite simple, really!" His head was stuck in the fridge. "We'd eat meat, like we had for the last few millennia."

"Ugh." Her groan of disgust told him all he needed to know.

"I'll whip you up a steak or something if you want." Fur moved quickly as he shuffled the rest where it needed to go.

"Nah, I'm fine." She put the breath strip onto her tooth first. "Thanks though."

"We reaaaally should go see what that is though." His jacket hung on the clothes rack, just begging to be used.

"After the rain stops?" She asked.

"Sure. I'll get our clothes out, and bring them to you downstairs?"

She kept licking the strip that was plastered to her tooth.

"Yeah." She affirmed in as few words as possible.

"So..." The coffee maker gurgled as he fished for a pair of mugs.

"Huh?" She was leaning against the countertop now.

"What do you think it is?" The mugs clinked as he set them next to the coffee maker.

"Well, last time we heard something like that it was a drunk dragon, wasn't it?"

"A very, very intoxicated dragon, yes." He grimaced. "And he had another barrel with him. He knocked over some of the newer trees, too."

"I was surprised he could still fly like that."

"Well, he clearly didn't fly well enough."

The coffee maker sputtered its' last into the coffee pot. That was one thing they both liked immensely. Steam floated off the mugs after he'd filled them.

"Straw this time?" He was already reaching for one before she answered.

"Sure!"

It had been quite a while ago, but he remembered distinctly when he first introduced her to the oily black gold that was coffee. He'd put some sweetener into it, and, much to his surprise, she mentioned that it was too sweet!

"Black as coal, just how you like it!"

"Oh yeah."

They sipped at their mugs while listening to the rain outside. Their clothes were in a neat stack next to the stairway downstairs, ready to be used. Another loud crash, and then the rain stopped.

"If it's another dragon, they clearly haven't stopped trying yet." He rolled his eyes.

"You'd think the splinters would convince them to, at least."

It didn't take too long for them to slip on their shoes and outside clothes. A pair of flashlights for each person, and a set of walkie-talkies were also procured. An umbrella would be pointless with how it was pouring down earlier, so instead they took a raincoat each. They were very loaded up with gear for just a quick jog outside.

"Roger dodger." Samantha clicked her tongue, and the walkie-talkie before they'd even walked out the door.

"So, you want the east side or the north side this time?" The door creaked a bit as he pulled it open.

Wind blew against them, and even their doorstep was soaked with rainwater. Another crash, and this time they could both hear that it sounded like trees were splintering.

"Holy shit, at this rate they're going to end up knocking over ALL the trees." Her jaw popped as she yelled into the wind.

"That would be quite the feat on ten acres!" The wind was as noisy as the rain had been, and all the more ominous.

Being the invisible force that it was, it rushed through the treeline causing the tree branches to shake this way and that. The house was almost perfectly in the middle of a clearing, with a driveway heading up to it. Nothing fancy, just gravel. However, the sound did not sound like it was coming from that direction. Not to Tabir, anyway. The wind whipped an odd scent past his nostrils, and out of them just as quickly. It was just a quick whiff, but it smelled strange to him.

"Smell that?" he asked Samantha, looking her way as they stepped outside, and onto their porch.

"Smell what? All I smell is this breath strip."

"_Shit..."_He swore internally.

"Just smells like cinnamon, is all." Last time he'd smelled something odd, it was a dragon in rut.

"Definitely don't smell anything like that. Or anything unusual."

"Okay..." He sighed.

He was not as eager to find out what this was, now. While he was no stranger to bedding males, it was not his preferred gender. Ladies were far too nice to give up, and liking both was something he'd come to grips with a while ago. He had not indulged in quite some time, though. But, he was satisfied all the same with Samantha, and the occasional friend she brought over.

His fur flattened against his skin when the wind gusted around him. Even with the two layers of clothing, it seemed like an almost arctic chill. Far too cold for his liking. Still, Samantha relished it, as far as he could tell. Their flashlights clicked on before they took more than a step.

The ground was muddy, and squished underneath his shoes. Boots would have been a better choice, but it was too late now. He swept the treeline with the flashlight, looking for any downed trees. Unfortunately, there were none, but that could only mean that whoever it was, they were further in the forest. At least the yard was well-kept and recently trimmed. Not that it mattered much with the heavy downpour that just happened.

"You never answered!" He shouted over the wind.

"I figured we'd go at a forty-five degree angle and slowly split up as we went." She shrugged.

"I guess that sounds fine. Keep the radio on your belt?" Tabir asked.

"Do you one better." She clipped it into the inside pocket of her jacket.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Just as good!"

Already they were padding away from each other, slowly but surely. Despite his earlier relief, he felt a growing sense of anxiety in his chest. The treeline became even more foreboding as they got closer to it. His worry centered more on Samantha, rather than himself. He calmed himself as best he could while watching her step into the underbrush. He followed suit, but there was no visual contact any more, the brush was too thick. Even if they were less than thirty feet away from each other at this point.

The wind was less of an issue the further in he went, the brush and trees did a good enough job of sheltering him from that. But, with the earlier bout of inclement weather, there were branches everywhere, and puddles. Just pushing through the bushes left his clothes more than a bit wet, and his tail dirty. If nothing else, he would savor a shower after this. The smell was gone, though, and for that he was thankful. If they were lucky, who, or whatever it was had already flown off. Hopefully far enough away to sleep it off. Tabir definitely wanted it to be that easy.

His radio squawking to life startled him, more than the branch he'd just snapped.

"Hey, I'd guess we're no more than a hundred feet away, but I just found what looked like a tree that had been run into. Large enough to make it lean over, not large enough to snap it in half. Definitely damaged though." Samanthas' voice sounded odd coming through the radio.

He scanned the area while he thumbed the talk button.

"Just one, or are there more?"

"Just one tree. All the other ones in the area are fine."

He heard a rustling in the bushes ahead of him.

"Odd. Lemme know if you find anything else." His eyes narrowed as he watched the bush with focus.

His whole body tensed up when it rustled again. But, as pinpoint focused as he was, his composure was broken when a fluffy rabbit hopped out of the bush. He laughed at the soaked rabbit as it bounded off in a hurry. If he were hungry, it would have made a nice snack. But, he liked to think of himself as a more civilized canine than that.

"Heheh." His laughter trailed off as he continued his search.

It couldn't have been another twenty feet of fighting his way through the underbrush before he found a sign. Another partially-broken tree, one similar to what Samantha had reported. No blood, and the break looked fresh. The wood hadn't even had a chance to begin oozing sap yet, or get rained on. That could have only meant that their strange visitor had been here, and recently.

"Found a tree like the one you mentioned." He ran a paw along the tree, estimating.

"Yeah?" She sounded out of breath.

"Say..." His brain rumbled through an idea. "How far up was the breakage or bending?"

"I dunno, maybe fifty feet up? I had to look a ways up for it."

This tree couldn't have been more than half that height at the breaking point.

"Yeah, okay." He didn't explain more, and she didn't question it.

If they'd been falling, then they'd managed to get high enough to break out of the treeline each time. But, seeing as the trees that were damaged, were broken at lower and lower points, they had to be getting tired. Or hurt, but the lack of blood on the trees seemed to say otherwise. It was confusing to Tabir. He kept with his initial theory of a dragon in rut, or too sleepy or otherwise impaired to fly.

A branch snapped as he pushed through the brush. There was that cinnamon-like scent again, and this time it hit him like a bag of dried cement. It wasn't quite like the scent of blood, but he couldn't quite identify what it was. It was some sort of mix of a females' heat... and a males' rut scents. He growled, as it had the same effect on him as either. It was a distraction, and he tensed his leg muscles to divert blood flow. Thankfully, the wind picked up a bit to drive it out from his nose. But, he could hear something on the wind, and it wasn't a crash this time. It was a groan, not unlike the sound of an injured large animal.

"Hello?" He shouted into the wind. "Are you in need of medical aid?"

The wind died down, and he could barely hear their response. So much so, he could only tell that there was a response, and not what it was.

"Continue talking! I will find you, just keep talking." The wind ebbed and flowed erratically.

The scent smacked him again, harder than before. It almost knocked him on his ass, it was so strong. His thoughts were slowly being clouded, and his clothes proved more and more distracting with every step. The wind stopped again as he pushed into, and through another thick bush, and around another tree. What he found was strange, but not altogether unheard of.

"Please, no! Get away! I can take care of this on my own. You'll... Dammit." It was a dragoness.

He stumbled forward, only to fall muzzle-first into the mud. His brain had blanked out, already overtaken with the sheer potency of the pheromones coating the area.

"Fuuuck! Not again." She was every bit as frustrated as she could be, and her voice said as much.

Her footpaws were already coated with mud, so it was an easy thing to pick up the coyote and set him on his feet again. She had to be careful though, as careful as a large dragoness in heat could be. She grimaced as the wind picked up again, flowing pleasantly across her scales. But, the wind dragged away the mind-clogging pheromones, if only for a moment.

There was a spark of thought in him, and she took advantage of it for the few moments the wind lasted.

"Shut up, I'm going to try to explain this as fast as possible." She shook him until he looked lucid enough. "I'm in heat, and I'm half-plant. I need to both get off, and lay my eggs somewhere. I'm also a herm bu- FUCK." She swore again as he seemingly lost consciousness.

She flopped her rear half onto the ground roughly, not caring for the extra mess. Every time she had an important meeting, this garbage happened! It didn't help that it made flying nearly impossible until she fixed it. The problems of being a plant hybrid dragoness also meant her female scent could overpower many, many males, and some females as well. But, it did not make things easier. It only complicated them. The wind picked up again, and she sighed.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'll leave some instructions in your mailbox afterwards." The dragoness could only hope that much got through to him.

It wasn't likely though.

Unfortunately for the dragoness, there was only one way to get rid of the problematic musk, and that was potentially more problematic for the coyote in front of her. Her eye twitched as the wind gusted harshly again, blowing wonderfully across her scales. And even more pleasantly across her already rock-hard cock. She wasted no more time with pleasantries, yanking off his clothes. He'd be dirty, stuffed full, and a bit sore in the morning, but he'd be fine. Probably.

Some of them ripped as she yanked them off, but that was fine. Whatever they were worth, she could pay him back easily. Being a CEO for a manufacturing company several districts away would do that for her. She hissed as he wriggled out of her grasp, already eager to please her. She knew it wasn't actually the person, but instead, it was the effect her musk had on every potential suitor. It was both a blessing, and a curse. It was a double dose when she came into heat at the exact same time. A troublesome set of issues happening at the same exact time.

The clothes were scattered about the area haphazardly as he crawled under her frame. Her rod was already oozing pre, and her lady bits were soaked as well. She groaned just as she had before as he grasped at it. Her light-blue scales were an interesting contrast to his typical coyote pelt of brown, grey, and tan. Still, she was sensitive to a fault as hefty, thick dollops of pre pooled at the tip of her shaft, and oozed downwards. Right into the coyotes' handpaws.

Just as she expected, her extra quad of limbs couldn't help but poke out around her wings. Already eager to help her with her growing problem. She could control them, but some days it seemed that they had a mind of their own. Just like her tail. The dragoness had no doubt she could control them if she tried, but her self-control was already running low. And it got even lower when she had to resist muzzlefucking the cute coyote right into the ground.

He gulped as much of her thick rod down as he could in his lust-addled state. Her ridges popped out of his muzzle with each wet slurp of his muzzle. But, he had no idea what was in store for him once she came. Few did. Her throat managed a weak growl, and her limbs trembled, and threatened to collapse. Still, she steadied herself as her pleasure reached a fevered peak.

Thick ropes of dragon jizz coated his throat as she came. His eyes were wide open, but he didn't process the bulge forming at the base of her cock. It wasn't a knot, either. The bulge traveled downwards as he continued vacuuming at her. Each moving pulse brought more dragonseed into his stomach, and the bulge closer to his maw. His jaw stretched obscenely wide and popped as it fell into his maw. Luckily for him, his throat swallowed instinctively until it settled into his stomach.

She almost passed out from the sheer pleasure. But, she wasn't expecting him to swallow that, either. Still, what was done, was done, and couldn't be changed.

"That's going to be an interesting one..." She purred.

His stomach distended a bit visibly. It looked as if he had eaten a few too many servings at an all-you-can-eat buffet. The dragoness grinned, eagerly anticipating her next nest for her eggs. Eggs wouldn't truly be the right word to describe them, though. They were more like... large plant multivitamins if they were unfertilized. She'd be laying them the old-fashioned way if they were.

All the same, she pushed the coyote off her rod, and into the muck. Her mind was a little less addled, but his eyes showed that same blank stare. She'd have to visit sometime and explain what happened, because he sure wasn't going to remember it. Fortunately, she had a tracking chip embedded years ago, for incidents like this. A few taps on a specific part of her wing joint... and it was marked. For his help, she'd have to leave a nice present for inconveniencing him so.

But, there were other things at hand for the moment. Things like her still steel-hard breeding rod, and her aching body. The ache wouldn't go away until she was satisfied everywhere. And that might just leave this coyote with an aching set of balls come morning. Her smirk widened as he laid there in the mud, content with waiting for her to make her move. Her muzzle split into a grin, then opened wide as her tongue shot out.

Even through the numbing sensation her musk could generate, she saw him flinch a bit, and clench down on the sudden intrusion in his ass. All she thought was how much more painful it'd be for him to be spread open on her cock without lube. She might have been needy while in heat, but even she knew how terrible it could have been. He'd have enough problems moving after she was done with him. Her thick oral muscle pushed into him, eager to slicken up his insides as much as she could before mounting him.

The rain started another downpour, and the wind howled. She wasn't sure if he was alone, but the added noise ensured his needy groans and yips wouldn't be heard. Not that it'd matter. Male or female, her musk would effect them the same. Unfortunate, as she far preferred sating her lust with willful, aware participants.

His cock sprayed onto his chest, emptying his load easily as her tongue roughly stimulated his prostate. She felt him clamping down onto her tongue rhythmically every time he sprayed a jet onto his more and more messy chest fur. She only pressed more deeply into him, saliva already making his passage more lubricated. Her muzzle tip bumped against his balls, and she inhaled. His rough, masculine scent only drove her onwards. But, there was something else there, too. It smelled... feline? She cocked her head as her tongue yanked back into her maw. She sniffed again, this time farther up along his groin.

Uh-oh. He definitely wasn't single.

"Dammit... I hope they had an open relationship." Her cheeks burned, and she felt embarrassed to be taking another womans' man.

Or in this case, her dog. At this point, she was hurried to finish her task. Last time a couple had reacted poorly, their anger allowed the female to taze her with a stun gun. It hurt, and all three of them were in the hospital shortly after. She was an unpleasant dragoness to be around in heat, and even less so when she was hurt. Still, the both of them recovered nicely, with no permanent wounds. The dragoness herself, only had a quad of pinholes and pierced scales to mark her scar.

Still, the thought didn't deter her in the slightest. She'd blast one last load into his guts, and then she would be free of this accursed heat. At least, partially anyway. Her internal balls churned underneath her scales and skin. Her bulk shifted as she loomed over him, wet cocktip already poised at his entrance. She leaned forward, splitting his ass open wide.

He moaned, the sound mixing with the wind and rain. Sweat oozed its' way under her scales, running along her skin. Her last shreds of self-control and focus vanished momentarily. The coyote under her grasped at her sides, eager for something to hold onto as that log of dragonmeat was stuffed into him. Even through her heat, the sensation was exquisite, and overpowering. Wet, sloppy sounds mixed with his greedy grunts and groans as she pulled out slowly. Only to slam back into him again, and again. While she might have been large, she was just small enough to be able to bottom out inside him after a few thrusts. Every time she did, his lower stomach distended just a bit, showing off the outline of her rod.

Deep, rumbling growls resounded from her chest as she resolved to fuck him into the dirt until she finished. If he were lucky, he'd finish too. It wasn't on her list of goals, though. With each thrust, the mud splattered onto her already dirty form. A shower wasn't sounding too bad after this. Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt ready to blow. As much as she would have liked to relish the moment, she pulled herself over the edge.

Another series of bulges worked their way up her rod, being eased along by each jet of healthy, sticky cream being shot into his innards. Luckily, she couldn't self-fertilize, and oh how she had tried! Her hips met his as each egg popped out of her cock, and into his waiting ass. Each thrust pushed them further into the coyote, and coated them with her seed. A deep growl resounded from her throat as one last bit of her begged for satisfaction.

"I know you can't actually process this right now, but-" She yanked her cock free. "I need something inside me, and your cock would do nicely."

A spark of recognition flickered in his eyes, before disappearing. The lowered amount of female heat and male musk made him gain a bit of sanity back. But, not enough to deny her request, or even consider doing so. She padded maybe a step or two away, before kneeling in the mud. Her raised tail and presented haunches let his lust-crazed mind know all it needed to.

"Ah!" While her rod was softening after depositing her load, her aching loins were only stoked when he grabbed her thick tail.

His strength seemed disproportionate for his size, but she wasn't complaining! She let her tail drape over his shoulder, and pull him in closer. She cupped his wet, abused ass with her tail tip, nudging him ever forward. She cried out, again when his first thrust missed the mark. And the second, and the third. She rolled her eyes and pushed back onto him. It did the trick, and he sank into her easily.

While she may be a dragoness, even his comparatively small rod would sate her female heat. Anything would, so long as it were filling enough. All the same, electric impulses ran through her body as he took his first almost timid thrust into her. His second came with more force, and by the third he was no stranger to forcefully fucking her. Seemingly in return for the mess she'd released in his ass.

Her lust only grew when his knot began to bulge, and bump up against her nether lips with every thrust. She felt his hot panting on her back, and along her tail, providing pleasurable contrast to the cold rain. The wind threatened to steal away her warmth, but Tabir made certain he'd leave her with something to warm her from the inside out.

His knot popped into her, and right back out. Each thrust made his knot swell even closer to his critical point of no return. Her haunches rolled back onto him with every movement, milking him greedily for her own pleasure. The stimulation was just enough to nudge her over the edge, and quench that irritating heat. It took but two more thrusts to lodge himself into her, locking the both of them together. It was enough, finally, it was enough for her mind to clear completely.

"Haaaah." They both felt tired, and sweaty, and more than a bit dirty, but it was over.

But, when his mind fully came back to him, Tabir was confused.

"Whaaaaat?" He slurred his words.

"You're finally coming out of it?" That wasn't Samantha, and why did it feel like he had just run a marathon?

"Why am I knot-deep in a dragoness right now?" He blinked twice trying to process the situation.

"Well... things escalated quickly. Very quickly." She gave her most non-committal answer.

"No shit. You've got plenty of time to explain why my ass feels like a freight train just made a delivery. We're pretty stuck for at least the next ten minutes." He grunted, shifting his knot about in an attempt to pull out.

It took a few minutes to explain what had happened scarcely an hour ago. But, it was all the explanation Tabir was going to get from the dragoness. He'd have some... interesting complications in a few days.

"And so, now you have my eggs inside you. Unfertilized, so no little-mes' running around, so they're basically large omlettes. Surprisingly, they're pretty good for gardening fertilizer." It was a bit awkward to have her staring at him, while he was still knot-deep in her.

"And you didn't ask me to stay away?" His jaw felt extra sore.

"Well, I did... but the wind must have picked up or something." She shrugged. "It's good you came along though, otherwise I would have been out here for hours dealing with that."

"Clearly, I'm a convenient egg and jizz receptacle." Tabirs' sarcasm was acidic.

"It's done though, for now. But, I noticed something when I was sniffing yo-"

"Of course you did, I was just with Samantha!" If she had ears, they would have flinched at the loudness.

"I'm guessing she's your mate..." She trailed off.

"Not quite, but close enough." He scowled, and stared holes in the back of her head.

"Sorry."

"Where are my clothes?" His knot was almost soft enough to pull out.

"They're kinda everywhere. Looking for a piece in particular?"

"My pants."

She used her long tail, still draped over his back, to retrieve the requested garment.

"Sam isn't gonna believe this for a minute..." Tabir shook his pants until the walkie-talkie fell out.

He immediately mashed the talk button.

"You're not gonna believe what just happened."

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, their house was more than capable of fitting the dragoness inside it. It was a tight squeeze through their side door frame, but she was inside, and so were the other two. She could see that Samantha could barely hide her smirk, though.

"So what you're saying is... You got fucked by a girl?" Samantha bit her tongue to suppress a giggle.

"Herm. I got fucked by a hermaphrodite, Samantha. And I don't remember it because-" He glared daggers at the light blue dragoness. "Because of something about pheromones."

"I think you need to lighten up a little. Things happen, and neither of you are badly hurt, right?"

They both murmured their answers at the same time.

"My ass is sore, but no."

"And I'm completely heat and pheromone free after he helped with that." She chose her words carefully.

"Then it'll be fine! Besides, Tabir, didn't you say you wanted to pick up some guys next time we're at that bar you liked?" Samantha was already kicking off her shoes and pouring drinks.

"Yeah, I did. But that's not the same thing!" He protested.

"And you look like you have something to say, Ms. Sea Foam Blue." Samantha set the ice bucket down with a loud clatter.

"I was going to try to solve it on my own and move on. It would have taken hours, though. And I usually leave instructions and compensation in the mail afterwards. Truthfully, if I had expected this sort of thing to happen, I would have stayed home." She almost wanted to say more, but she let them mull it over a bit.

"Instructions?"

"Compensation?" Both Tabir and Samantha spat out their questions at the same time.

"Yes, both."

"Instructions for what? And since Sam was interested, what kind of compensation are we talking about?"

"I was thinking we could work that out later... but now is fine too."

"Well, shit! If you'd just asked, I would have gladly helped you! Memory-altering pheromones or no!" Tabir grinned and hung an arm around her neck.

"Well, that was a complete turnaround to before." Samantha crossed her arms.

"You and I both know that I don't like my job, and anything to replace that income stream would be a welcome bonus." Tabirs' grin turned into a smirk.

"I think you hit your head on a damn rock. Or maybe on her cock, I don't know." Samantha rolled her eyes.

"And what is your name, anyway? Since you already fucked me, and we're about to have a late-night breakfast."

She placed a paw on her chest, reciting the line she knew by heart.

"I am Fama'Rec Eleseal, and I own PharmaTech Industries."

"Holy shit." Samantha swore, and Tabir scratched his head.

"Fancy name, but it looks like Samantha knows you?" He was confused.

"You were just on the news! Your company just sealed a multi-million credit medical equipment deal spanning several districts. And they posted several hundred job openings on the same day for the-"

"New manufacturing plant." Fama'Rec finished for her. "I had more than a bit of help from my employees for that one."

"I feel like I should be taking photos or something. Or posting to TweetFeed." Tabir flopped down onto the couch.

"Please, no. Last time I had this happen, the media swarmed the last guy for months afterwards." The dragoness grimaced.

Loud thunder shook the entire house, and lit up the sky. Another downpour started, this time, even heavier than before. Fama'Rec stretched out her wings a bit.

"Nope." The dragoness cocked her head at the sabertooth cat.

"What do you mean, nope?"

"You're not going out in that." Samantha put a straw in the third glass. "You're going to stay here, and relax until that blows over."

"But-"

"No buts!"

Tabir laughed when Fama'Rec settled behind the couch. The disappointed look marred her muzzle. Samantha was quick to push the wineglass into her forepaw.

"I don't think this is going to be enough, to tell you the truth." She swirled the red liquid around.

"There's plenty more where that came from, and food as well." She snatched the remote from Tabir.

"Hey!"

"And this time, we're finishing the movie before the power goes out!"

Fama'Rec sighed, draping her neck over the back of the couch. The meeting could wait, at least. But these two were a strange couple. They had good taste in wine and movies, though. And that, she could appreciate. While the business-oriented side of her mind demanded that she resolve the compensation issue immediately, she silenced it. It was about time she relaxed a while. And, these two were as good company as any.

Robo-Wars 2039 was more than enough to entertain her, as well.

But... she doubted the wisdom of having a jumpy dragoness behind the couch during an exciting action movie.

... Fin?

(Hey, if you've made it this far, thank you much for reading! I figured I'd experiment with a few kinks with this one, and I hope I wasn't too far off with them. Either way, don't forget to vote, fav, and comment your opinion. If I did something wrong with this one, I definitely want to hear about it, so critique is explicitly welcome! Again, thank you for reading, and don't forget to check out my other works.)