A Little Denial, An Easy Treatment
"So, Mr. Angiol... why do you think you're here?" Looking up from his clipboard, the snake just smiled. His glasses were perched on his long snout, deep yellow eyes peering out from behind them over his clipboard.
"I dunno, doc. I just... I dunno much about myself anymore. My girlfriend says I'm not as active in bed, my mom says I'm not quite... not quite all there when it comes to everything. I just dunno anymore." The red dragon's eyes looked over at him from the couch. "So... umm... Mr. Vraeson... Fikri, can I call you Fikri?" A nod spurred him on as he spouted out the rest. "It's been a weird week is all I can say..."
"Weird how? I assure you, I'm not prying, but I need a full scope of what you feel is weird to know how to diagnose you." The snake's green tail flicked behind him as he glanced at the sheet on his clipboard.
It was the basic in patient sheet for a psychiatrist, listing everything the dragon had seen fit to tell him. Red dragon, about six feet even, ebony wings... it was a rather typical stat sheet for his species, but what drew his eye was why the dragon was in here. 'Caught by mother wearing his girlfriend's underwear'... that lifted one of the snake's eyeridges.
"I... it's on my sheet doc... I got caught in my girl's underwear... I dunno what drew me to it. She's the one paying for this treatment, yanno? It was... weird, feeling those silk panties on me..." If it was even possible for the scarlet dragon's cheeks to turn even redder than they were, it happened. "Lemme know if that's enough..."
"No, no. Go on. What did you feel when you had the underwear on? It's nothing you can't talk about with me, I'm obligated to keep whatever's said here, here." He smiled charmingly, hoping to disarm the dragon on the couch. His tailtip was twitching, though he was doing his best to hide it behind the chair.
"I felt... good. Alive. Happy. So many things at once, man. I was... I was..." His eyes turned to slits as he clearly dipped into thought. "I was hard... y'know... down there..." He turned his head to the wall, punching the soft couch underneath him. "I was fucking hard, and I hated myself for that..." A sniffle resounded from the couch, followed by a weak and choky sob.
"I'd been doing it constantly... putting on my girlfriend's underwear and whacking off. Never had as good an orgasm when I did her. I'd spurt halfway across the room, take the panties off then..." Another choked sob. "I'd put the underwear back in the drawer and act like nothing ever happened." He turned back to the snake in the chair, looking at him with watery eyes. Five words escaped his lips, the five that Fikri was so used to hearing... "What's wrong with me, doc?!"
The snake sighed, taking off his glasses to set them aside and rubbing his sinuses. "I'm going to be frank, Mr. Angiol. You might well have a clothing fetish. Some get off to shirts, some to underwear... some males even when wearing women's underwear. There's nothing inherently wrong with it, nor is it shameful." The dragon relaxed visibly at that and smiled, drying his eyes with a paw. "If it gives you great pleasure to do so, I'd only suggest you approach your girlfriend about it. It'd help your relationship greatly if you experimented. As for being frigid in bed with her... explain more about that to me."
"That... that's a bit harder to explain, doc. It's a bit... hard to really tell you my mindset..." The snake silently nodded, urging the dragon on. "We'll be in bed, and I'm about to do the deed when... I just stop and pull out." Calor sighed a little bit and looked at the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts.
"I eventually finish by jerking off onto her stomach, and she enjoys it well enough. But I can't really understand what makes me stop before that. She thinks it's just cause I don't wanna risk getting her pregnant since we're both young. But that's not it... when I jerk off, I think about the panties thing. I think about some guy's ass in those panties, pulling them down and... and... and..." The next part came out as a low whisper, as if the dragon couldn't believe he was saying it. "Fucking him silly..."
Fikri blinked a little bit at that, writing it down on his notepad. The sound of the pen scribbling drew the dragon's attention, making the snake wince inwardly at the tears once again decorating the ruby dragon's face. "That... that's wrong... isn't it? It's wrong to think like that? Do I get drugs for that or... or what?"
The snake's jade tail twitched in thought, even as he picked up his glasses gently only to start tapping them on the arm of his chair. "I don't know, Mr. Angioli. All I can tell you is that it might be something resting deep in your subconscious." He smiled a little bit and pulled a pendant from around his neck. It was clearly old, made of solid gold and decorated with twin snakes along the outer edges.
"Now, Mr. Angioli, this will be a bit weird at first. It's not a treatment widely recommended by most therapists, but I feel it'll be the only way to truly get to the bottom of this." The dragon nodded slowly in understanding, looking at Fikri in some small amount of confusion, his golden eyes flickering with... something.
"It's low-grade hypnosis, I'll only be placing you under enough to access your childhood memories. If you don't mind this, we'll begin?" The snake smiled, fangs glinting a little in the light as he stood up. His impeccably kept shirt and pants were rumpled, which were brushed back down with a scaled paw.
"I don't mind... just help me, doc... fix me." The eyes peering at him betrayed nothing but the deepest hurt hidden behind them, and the snake had to keep from reacting on the impulse to stroke that hurt away from his face. He held the pendant in front of Calor's gaze, purring the words starting the ritual out slowly...
"Watch the coin... watch it flick back and forth before your eyes... let it occupy your mind, your very conscious as it slowly flits from side to side." Calor's eyes watched it, almost immediately his eyes started to glaze over and droop, the spell starting to work. "Watch the coin, let it sap away your mind as you delve deep down. Your mind starts to fade, ever so slowly, until there's nothing in there but darkness, listening to my voice."
"Your eyes close, your mind drifts... and you are asleep..." The dragon's eyes closed immediately, his entire body going slack. Fikri gave a satisfied little nod before leaning to whisper in the dragon's ear. "Can you hear me, Calor?" The ruby dragon's head slowly bobbed up and down, leaving Fikri grinning from ear to ear.
"Now... take me back... when did you first start to have these sexual visions of the male form? Take me to your first memory of it all, the first time you saw a male in a sexual way." The snake hissed right in Calor's ear, tongue brushing against his cheek just from how close they were.
"I... I was looking in a catalogue... at the swimsuits for the year... I was just barely 14... I remember stopping on this one male... an otter... lean and sexy looking in his speedo. I was... quick to go to my room..." The dragon stopped a moment, licking his lips as his body acted along with the memory. "I dropped my pants and got under the covers... and started masturbating to him... The orgasm was so intense, I was breathless for minutes afterward..."
The snake purred lowly as the dragon recounted the tale, his lips moving with breathy words as he recounted memory after memory of that otter in the catalogue. Each of them was the same, ending with a powerful orgasm that the dragon could never get with his girlfriend. Fikri just smiled as he listened to the hypnotized dragon's words, even as his eyes glanced to Calor's tented pants. Memories had a funny way, when one was hypnotized. They brought about every reaction that happened during the events, including erections, licking lips... you name it, it happened.
It was a few moments before the snake realized Calor had stopped talking. He grinned as he looked at the lean dragon upon his couch, mind already made up about the diagnosis. "Mr. Angioli... you'll remember these words for a long time, I'm afraid, but you'll think you came to the same conclusion yourself. You, my friend... are gay or even bisexual. Your love of the male form can only be explained as such." The dragon's face turned worried for a moment before Fikri went on. "That need not be a bad thing. Many are gay in this world, and many lead productive lives... like me."
The snake stood up, taking off his shirt with a soft sigh, his muscled chest marred only by a streak of green scales on the ordinarily cream colored ones. There was no pattern to them, but all the same it seemed like a mark of power gone wrong rather than a normal pattern. He slowly walked over and kissed the dragon upon his lips, only to be surprised as the hypnotized dragon pushed back into it.
Forked tongues dueled within each other's maws for a moment before they parted, saliva connecting their lips before disappearing. Fikri's frenzied fingers unbuttoned Calor's shirt as his lips drew soft kisses along that scaled chest. He'd so rarely been with a fellow reptile before, it was uncanny that one should walk into his office for treatment. He slowly climbed atop, gently grinding their crotches together as the snake made Calor his...
"Calor... you feel the stirring in your body... when my body pushes against yours... you are gay, my dear... you love the touch of another male..." He pushes his lips hungrily against Calor's chest, drawing his tongue along the spicy scales. Cologne had clearly been applied there before this visit, leaving Fikri to wonder if his reputation had gotten out... but no, no one remembered their 'therapy'.
"Fikri... what is it like to be gay... show me..." The dragon uttered the wordlessly planted suggestion, the snake nodding and silencing his partner with a heavy kiss to his lips as his fingers drew their pants down. Shafts brushed against each other, the snake's own heavily slick with pre already. Both ground against each other as if it were their last moment, their last breaths that would come afterward.
Calor spun around underneath the snake suddenly, eyes opening glazedly as he looked back and lifted his tail high in the air. "Mount me, breed me... fuck me, Fikri... I need your seed..." Fikri smiled and nodded to the subby little dragon, tapered shaft pushing against the dragon's tailhole with a groan. Those words, planted by the snake, didn't sound any less real when the dragon uttered them... because it was the dragon's hidden desire.
His paws gently gripped Calor's hips and with a single, firm thrust, he was embedded in his tailhole. His scaled digits gently worked and kneaded the dragon's hot ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he slowly pulled out. His love moaned beneath him into the couch, shivering and shaking as the snake started to slowly pound in and out. There was nothing gentle about his love making, hips smacking hard against hips, the snake lifting his paw to bring it crashing down on the dragon's rear. A moan satisfied him as he tugged on the scaled tail writhing above the dragon's back.
Fikri slowly leaned forward as he drove again and again into the dragon's body, nibbling at his neck. "Mmnn... subby little bitch, aren't you... such a gay little boy taking my cock so easily... you love this, you love every moment of it! Say it!" The dragon whimpered beneath him, before the words came flying out of his muzzle.
"Yes! Yes I love it! Ohhh... breed me, Fikri! Make me know I'm your little bitch!" He squealed out, anus clenching around the snake's dick. Fikri howled out as he bucked in one last time, seed surging forth and spilling into Calor's hot depths. It wasn't long before the dragon was swept up in it, a little mental prodding with Fikri's mind ensured that it was the most powerful the dragon ever felt... Both collapsed in a heap as Fikri moaned. "Mmnn... Calor... such a hot little slut for my dick..."
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Calor left in high spirits, clearly not remembering a thing of the events under hypnosis, even as Fikri smiled to himself. He walked over to the cabinet filled with books and pulled out a secret compartment, video camera resting inside. Shaking fingers clicked the video on and he hastily fast-forwarded it... there it was, the dragon sucking on his dick and cleaning it of the taste of his own ass.
"Mmnn... gonna have to schedule a repeat appointment for him..." Fikri murmured, even as he prepared for his next patient of the day.