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"Lewd," said Teryx -- not that the muscular rain dragon minded lewdness. He folded his arms and couldn't help grinning a little.

Having only just walked into his hotel room, he found himself looking down at a pornographic dakimakura pillow. It lay there on his bed like a lover, sprawled face up to greet him: cute brown otter arms folded behind an open-mouthed head that seemed to be begging for his touch. An average-large erection and two tight, orby balls decorated the groin. A tan belly, chest, and inner thigh fur framed the shaft beautifully, while a field of soft white fabric surrounded the whole character -- and around that sprawled the yellow-laced green blanket of the bed.

Not the sexiest ever, but it'll do, thought Teryx. He figured it would have been much hotter if the pillow had used an image of himself, but he supposed he couldn't expect everyone to be as attractive as he was.

Tery's amused reaction notwithstanding, the pillow's presence surprised him. It didn't belong to him, and he certainly hadn't asked for it. He gave it a curious sniff and found that its fabric was as meticulously clean and odor-free as everything else in the place.

Judging by the lack of creases on the surface, the thing seemed entirely pristine. If anyone had ever slept with it, they must've hardly even snuggled it.

Turning the pillow over revealed exactly what he would've expected: a back shot that emphasized the otter's curves and tail, cute footpaws exposed in a tickle-tempting fashion. He thought for a moment and decided he preferred the front view in this case, so he returned it as it had been.

Flipping the pillow the second time let his eyes notice a yellow note lying on the bed beneath where it had been. Clever, he sneered, before snatching it up.

It was written in handwriting he didn't recognize, and its message was brief: Mr. Commodore: Please Enjoy this Complimentary Playmate.

He snickered. The company he was about to be meeting with must've set him up with this thing. Clever bastards, did his reputation for enjoying a good daki really precede him by so much?

Teryx felt his cock pitching a tent in his suit pants at the thought. He considered how long it had been since he really got to enjoy himself during this series of little business trips. At this point, anything more than his hand was starting to seem pretty appealing.

"I suppose this is your budget solution to sending a whore to butter me up," he speculated aloud. He kept lifting the daki -- sniffing at its groin, giving his tongue a flick onto it. The sheer freshness of clean fabric. That scent wasn't as nice as some legit, newly exuded musk would've been, but it was far superior to the spoilt alternatives.

The rain dragon looked down with good-humored confidence at how happy his dick was to see another, even if the latter was only printed onto polyester.

He lifted the pillow close against his waist, as if holding the otter by the sides of the hips, and said cheekily, "So, does a handsome fella like you need someone for the evening, or are you already booked? ...What's that, you're already in room 214 right here at the Grantor? Well, what a coincidence, so am I~"

Even talking to it felt almost as good as talking to a real sex partner. Gods, he needed some personal time once he finally got back home. He tossed the daki lightly back onto the bed and chuckled.

With a little ambivalence setting in because of that last thought, the rain dragon considered his options. Did he really wanna mess with some random pillow left here for him? True, it was a gift, albeit one for which they'd probably expect some kind of consideration in return. Then again, they'd be expecting that regardless of whether he enjoyed himself with it or not, unless he went to the trouble of communicating to them that he didn't like the surprise. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that, as he liked the idea of finding sexy pillows in more of his hotel rooms in the future. He also felt quite flattered that his horny reputation had preceded him in this way.

He undid his tie and tossed it and his suit coat aside, and he let the buttons of his shirt rest casually open. His eyes kept returning to the otter: that pleasure-wracked face and those cute, curvy love handles were growing on him. That tail, too... the damned rudders, why did they have to be so attractive. It was like they were the closest things to dragon tails that mammals had to offer!

The idea of it all stroked his ego until his cock was feeling a bit stroked up as well. It bulged insistently against the fabric holding it back, as if to complain to the rest of his virile body about why playtime had not already begun.

He looked over the daki one more time, ogling the details of the arms, the fluff of the chest... and again with those moany, pleading eyes...

"Awrh, so help me, Mr. Otter, you are a life saver." He crawled on his knees onto the bed and straddled the daki, letting that bulging tent press in hard against it while he undid his belt on the spot. Letting his pants slip down felt so good, just embracing the fun of the moment. "What's that, it's too big for you? Not to worry, we'll go front to front for a while~"

The pillow was so exquisitely soft. He got his pants the rest of the way down, and kicked off both them and his briefs, and then his briefs too. The fabric had a smoothness to its texture that made grinding against it a joy. Dick against cartoon dick, he was immediately a fan of the sensation.

He undid some more of his shirt buttons, pulled free of the sleeves, and cast that uncomfortable cloth cage that had been concealing his sculpted torso. His mane got scrunched narrow by the process of taking the shirt off, and then poofed back out into a slightly messier arrangement. He shook his neck proudly to help it land back in its proper place, while continuing to work his erection against the one depicted below him.

"You are a cozy one," he complimented, and meant it. The texture of the material was so smooth that it almost felt like grinding against the surface of a proper sex toy. It was warming up so nicely, too; he could practically feel it throbbing right back at him.

Maybe his senses were playing tricks on him, or his standards had just been lowered a little by his dry spell, but he didn't really care right now. He was a horny dragon, and he was now engaged in an activity that horny dragons did quite well.

Then he felt it more clearly: a distinct, fleshy throb from the cock below his own.

Teryx had been closing his eyes to imaging a cute otter in the likeness depicted, but upon feeling that pulse against his meat he opened them up again to look down in confusion.

The otter's face was not in the same position anymore. The eyes were wide open and looking back at him, and the mouth was open a little as if panting.

That seemed odd, but Teryx did not spook easily. He kept right on humping but stared at the face intently while brainstorming for logical explanations that could've caused the change.

He didn't have long to think on it before it became clear that something strange and exciting was afoot. He felt the formerly flat otter cock gaining heft and definition as he continued grinding. Fleshy warmth expanded against his cock... and then he felt two smallish hands grasp snugly around his wrists.

There was a weight and strength pressing up against Teryx from below. Looking further down from the face confirmed his suspicions: the face and musculature were animating, turning from flat to three-dimensional as they struggled free to become real. The hands were already fully manifested and holding him, while the forearms and elbows worked their way out into reality.

This all should perhaps have been terrifying, but in Tery's deep arousal and grandiose appreciation of himself, he saw it as being just that much better. Was this the company's way of introducing him to some kind of crazy new technology they were hoping to unveil?

"A pillow that comes to life, now that's a good trick!" said the dragon.

The image as a whole was gaining in height and width to match proper life size as it gradually emerged. Likewise, the face was becoming more agile and expressive, although the emotions it expressed were hard to read, as if the otter were trying to say too many things with his body language all at once.

One thing remained clearly communicated, however: the otter was desperately horny needed Teryx just as much as Teryx needed him. That rigid, hot cock was grinding back at him even harder than what the dragon had been doing!

"Aaahh... please..." The otter sounded almost delirious.

"Please what, bitch?" growled the dragon, while gazing hungrily into his lover-pillow's eyes.

"Ple-pleh... let me... cuu... cuh..."

More of the otter swelled free of the pillow: meaty thighs and his fine, rubbable ensemble of chub-with-abs. The closer his spine got to coming free, the less overwhelmed and more serious his facial expression became.

"What is it, slut?" asked Teryx. "Surprised to wake up to dragon dick?"

The otter adjusted his grip higher, growled in erotic competition, and suddenly rolled Teryx over.

"Damn!" laughed the dragon, his tail flopping, before he struggled to make himself the one on top again. As they wrestled, their shafts kept grinding; the otter was fully realized now, and his fur smelled just as new and fresh as the object itself had moments earlier.

Their gazes locked. The otter looked ready to bend Teryx over and fill him as a show of dominance. For being outclassed in weight, the otter was putting up quite a struggle, and it was one of those very pleasurable struggles that the dragon didn't want to disrupt by being too brutish.

"Just much do they pay you for this?" Teryx continued, hoping to distract the otter a little. Getting no reply at first, he simply asked a second question: "Where's the tech for it come from, ah?"

The otter grunted and shook his head goadingly, as if to say, "I'm never telling the likes of you."

"Maybe I can persuade you through that tight-looking rear of yours," said the dragon.

The otter broke away from him, causing Teryx to lunge across the pillow in chase. The dragon grappled the otter around the midriff and then made a love bite against his shoulder; the otter responded with a gasp, and Teryx in his horniness settled his back against the coziest surface readily nearby, which happened to be the pillow.

He was surprised when his lover managed to wriggle free of his grasp -- leaving some fur in the dragon's teeth, which Teryx spat out. The limber little lutran then corkscrewed over him, before landing dick-to-dick once again and pressing desperately hard against the dragon's upper arms to hold them down. Teryx responded with an erotic grasping of the otter's waist, and with vigorous pelvic thrusting.

"I love it when they have fight in 'em," said Teryx.

It seemed this otter must really be into him; already the guy's dick was throbbing like it was about to blow, and Teryx couldn't help feeling some masculine sympathy for the idea of making that happen.

"It's me or you," the otter grunted.

"You bet it is... I'm gonna get that ass of yours when this is over." He paused to enjoy more frotting, but then simply had to ask, "...but when do you plan on going in me? I'm not shy. Show me what you've really got!"

Teryx spread his tail to one side and relaxed his rump muscles, while flicking his tongue invitingly at his partner. The throbbing otter shaft turned even hotter and harder, and a glance down confirmed it was taking on a beety, reddish purple shade from being so full of blood.

"You know you want it... you know you want a piece of ol' Teryx."

"I don't know you," the otter clarified, despite continuing to frot faster and harder.

"Doesn't matter; everyone who's ever with me wants me again later."

Seducing someone and grinding like bunnies usually didn't happen in quite this order, but that didn't mean Teryx planned on slacking on the one just because its companion had been a little early to the party.

The otter, however, still did not seem so interested in the dragon's way of thinking, and was a bit preoccupied with another matter: "Ugh... fuck, so close, why can't I..."

Then another moment of realization passed through the otter's expression, and his frustration gave way to determination.

The otter locked eyes once more with Teryx, and the dragon grinned back. The lovers' gaze, the very best of moments! Teryx looked deep into those eyes, to see when the spark of orgasm would hit. He loved watching men pass their point of no return.

He hadn't expected to feel so much forcefulness from the otter's eyes. He hadn't expected their passionate green to almost glow as he rutted and bucked against that oh-so-eager shaft. He hadn't expected to feel his body relaxing, his limbs feeling a little weaker as his back pressed firmer against the pillow.

Perhaps he should've expected all of that, but he hadn't. He'd been thinking about other things. Sexual things. His latest, rudder-butted conquest.

Now, the otter seemed stronger than ever. It was almost like the brown-furred little upstart was growing larger over him. Those small hands against Tery's arms were able to grasp around a larger area now. A renewed attempt to shove the otter off ended in abject failure, not so much as getting him to budge.

The pillow felt flush against the blueness of Tery's back, while the otter kept him pinned. The tips of Tery's mane hairs were getting stuck, as if the threads of them were weaving their way into the pillow.

Upon noticing that, the otter suddenly let up from the arm hold and straightened his spine upright without breaking eye contact. He then took both of their dicks together in one hand and stroked hard while straddling Teryx, their hips still going at each other in a nice rhythm throughout the process.

The dragon tried stopping his thrusting to sit up, but was confused when he couldn't. By all expectations he should've been able to, but his arms and legs were losing their coordination and their range of motion as they felt stuck against the pillow. Meanwhile, his partner's hand was feeling so big and warm against his shaft, that trembling otter dick so hot and big against him...

It felt so good, and was followed by an electrocution of pleasure that made Tery's abs slacken. He felt disoriented, felt the otter's increasing size compared to him, felt the pillow rising taller around his arms and shoulders. He felt lighter, and fluffier, and full... so full of need and of, something new...

The otter let go of the diminishing dragon cock and lowered himself onto all fours instead, with a hand easily touching the bed on either side of Tery's chest. Soon the otter's shaft was thrusting harder against him, that warm pink cock ploughing along his belly and making creases in his softening skin.

Something in Tery's pleasured haze was very strange. He now found he couldn't really move much at all, and neither could he manage to cum. His formerly big cock continued to resize and flatten down; soon its image was rendered proudly in a pink and black printing along the daki's surface, which kept being slapped by the otter's very warm balls. Their fur rubbed against him, natural brown fiber on white synthetic fabric...

Tery's head was sinking, too. His spine was joined not to limbs, but to fibers. His jaws were submerging beneath the rising tide of cloth. He watched his lover's eager face until he lost the ability to breathe, and then closed his eyes tightly at feeling a big climax build up. His snout was claimed too, and he lost what was left of his ability to smell.

Blackness, sensuousness, a tingle of arousal and need that coursed unfiltered through Tery's mind. That otter, his sweet lover was holding him, using him, grinding against him so well and reaching it... the otter was getting there, and it was all because of him. Teryx began to understand that he was a good pillow... such a good love pillow...

The otter's moans were loud and graceless. He cried out about his climax as one who hadn't had sex in years and was rushing to catch up. His seed came in long strings, sullying the nice draconic design of the pillow beneath him... and then in an instant he was up and running away, fleeing to the washroom to review his appearance, to touch himself and to cheer, and to do all sorts of other things which for the moment would have seemed quite alien to Teryx.

Not that the dragon could hear; he only knew the moistness and the energy of all that pent-up cum against his surface. He knew the pride and satisfaction of serving the function for which he, an erotic daki, had been created.

The otter frantically and inadequately dressed himself from some of Tery's luggage; meanwhile, the draconic love pillow remained faithful and unashamed, dutifully acknowledging and enjoying the emission left behind on the image of his belly. A soft, body-cradling guardian of lust and of seed. A guardian who had no need to cum himself, as long as his lover got to. Idly and optimistically he wondered when the next cum would touch him, or if the otter would return to hold him close and sleep until the dawn.

Teryx could not hear the slamming of the door, nor did his fantasy world of caresses and tenderness leave any room for acknowledging the possibility it could have happened. He fantasized as only a pillow could: devoid of sensation, yet eager for the slightest touch. He invented touch for himself, in his mind, and began to yearn for the feeling of it to return again.

That yearning, as well as the vaguely lingering need for his own ejaculation, went unfulfilled for now.

* * *

Some hours later, the sun outside finished setting. Teryx, fleshless and flat, had no awareness of it. He still could not see the room around him, nor could he move. The cum was gradually drying, leaving pale white streaks behind.

He had regained a degree of his self-awareness during these last few hours, but he could only use it to dream -- exploring his newfound pillowy nature, as best his entrapped mind could conjure that nature up. He knew himself to be beautiful, horny, and desirable: the perfect cushion and playmate for whomever would next enter the hotel room.

Yes, the next guest! They would be his salvation and his release, whenever they might come!

He knew his pose, the eager fullness of his displayed member, and the way his legs both bent just a little sideways at the knees, with his feet looking as if they were digging their claws into the fabric because of pleasure. Meanwhile his face remained fixed in that shut-eyed, moaning-mawed progression toward climax.

He imagined that he was warm. He imagined that his synthetic stuffing was so much semen instead, a waterbed pillow of potency, just waiting for a lover to rouse it up.

Prior to becoming a pillow, Teryx had been someone who observed clouds often; it was part of his element, after all. Now, he felt more intimately aware than ever of what it might be like to be a dark-gray raincloud somewhere: full, heavy, needing to vent some of that excess from one's grand and fluffy self, while being at the mercy of natural forces as to when and where that would happen.

He knew himself to be full and ready, just like those clouds... yet, he was a stalled weather pattern for the moment. He was a pent-up storm, brewing on the bed, ready to rain down upon the next person to find him. When that time came, he would perform like a storm.

If it ever came. If Teryx ever came. For now, he could only feel the endless teasing of being trapped in this fabric, right on the very edge, that line between himself and climax as thin as the printed art which now depicted his image.

He lingered there and dreamed of touch, of being held, so that he and his malehood could come alive again.