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"....Fucking Hell. This blows." The disappointment in the air was fighting for space with the oxygen, big time Lawyer Phrin relaxing at a park bench in Irons Park. Tonight was not going well at all for the smol dragoness, first her car not starting, then her friend cancels on them. Her sighs were not showing any sign of letting up, looking up at the night sky and seeing the moon slowly hide itself, darkness returning to blanket the grass and trees. It was getting breezy, still dressed in her usual dress uniform with her legs cross before turning her head to see someone suddenly there, "!?---Oh...it's you." She remarked, seeing a familiar face happen to be walking by.

"I thought you were going home? Little boy like you shouldn't be out past curfew...." Added Phrin as her new found company took a seat beside her, resting his bag at the foot of the bench. She scratched her chin at his response, grinning at him while wagging a finger, "I'm an adult...well maybe old enough to be your Grammy. Appreciate the concern through." She replied, then once again following up with a sigh as she leaned her head back, "Though my plans fell through, that's all."

The moon once against peeked out once more, Phrin thinking about heading home now before the sound of a wet slurp made her turn her head. A loud licking of lips from a thick tongue which came from some ungodly monster made the usually calm Defense Attorney yelp in shock!

- 1 hour earlier

With her Agency closed for the evening, it was finally time for her to start her weekend. Usually she'd work Saturdays, but not this time. It was Halloween eve and she planned on spending the night with a friend watching monster movies and eating tasty munchies. Once everything was double checked, messages answered and the place tidied up, it was time to go, closing up shop of her little piece of 3 story heaven. The entire block she lived on shared the one long building, typical city living as far as she knew, going down the steps and into her car.

Phrin Harnyne was a famous dragon lawyer, known for keeping as cool as her blue scales in court and getting the falsely accused out of danger. She had a set of jammies in her large leather purse which she held along her arm, still dressed in her gray dress attire though her ring piercing on her left ear flap and fancy pearl necklace was off currently, having no need for it when relaxing since all it did was add to her sexiness. Right now the 4'9" smol dragoness brushed red hair with her free claw before opening her car door, "Can't frekin wait! We're going to see The Thingy, Saturday the 16thand those other cheesy movies......wait...oh no...oh no. Don't piss off now!" Her small 2 door black car began chugging like being 10 feet underwater instead of starting up.

Crud, this was such a shitty development! Not on her one weekend off! With frustration she slammed on the steering wheel, closing her eyes for a moment to get herself settled. It's Friday and 9 pm...who would be open at this time? One person came to mind, the dragoness stepping out and reaching into her wallet to pull out a business card. Despite being the night of the full moon, the overcast made the streets look darker than usual which was an annoyance. With the light of her car she double checked that card she was given some time ago. W. Repairs, along with a hand written phone number on the back, "Hope the big lug is up. He's a real workaholic last I checked..." On her flip cell phone she leaned against her car and awaited a response, getting one faster than she expected, "Hey there!....Yea it's me, Phrin. How's it been for ya?.....I'm okay, things still going smoothly...well until just now. Car won't start....I hate to bug you so late but I don't know who else to turn to on such short notice......"

The dragoness was walking back and forth, being all beside her self while biting her lower lip, before leaning on the back end of her car now as a frown formed on her face, "Oh you're busy? Darn--huh? Your son?....Well....if you trust him with it, I'll trust you as you did with me! Yea...it's the same car you saw me in. Model from 7 years ago...." She moved to the front of the car to double check what the sticker on her window said, not wanting to give him the wrong info, "Yea, 7 years old model. Thanks again! How much would it---Wait, no no...I can't accept a free--well I knew you were innocent from the start so---....okay okay. You sure know make a gal feel guilty! I'm in front of my office...your kid knows how to get here?....Great! I'll see ya soon then!" The call ended and the dragoness had nothing to do but wait, going back inside to grab two apples to munch on. Within about 15 minutes, after seeing a few people going into their homes and leaving, up ran a young gator with a large red tool box in his right hand, barefoot and wearing rather light clothing for the fall.

Granted it had been quite warm and Phrin can't talk since she's still wearing knee high dresses in this weather, this young gator was dressed in brown shorts and a blue vest. Not even an undershirt, which for a reptile might not be good if the temperature suddenly drops, "Evenin' Ma'am!...huff....puff..." Carefully he dropped his box and panted, having jogged over here to arrive as soon as possible. The dragoness noted the similarity he had to his father, just a good bit shorter, "No need to rush on my part...Walton was it? Shall I get you a glass of water?" greeted Phrin, the huffing gator soon standing up and nervously shaking her hand. He was about a foot taller than her 4'9", with an ample amount of red hair stopping at his shoulder, not to mention he had two different colored eyes, left being brown and blue on the right. Heterochromia was not something common to her, finding it to be quite pleasing to look at, "T-that'd be mighty fine! Huff...Sorry for takin' a bit. Had a spill gatherin' the ole tool kit. I'll fix'er right up Ms. Phrin!" Such enthusiasm! Guess today's youth isn't doomed as most dragons said they were, feeling that firm handshake before the work happy gator grabbed his tool box and pulled out a flashlight, Phrin taking a moment to open her car for him to do what he had to.

A nice glass of water and 30 minutes later, Phrin watched the young boy work, learning that this skilled young man was about to be 18 soon. Once he becomes a proper adult, he mentioned that he'll be getting advanced training from his father. You could see the glint of light in his eyes upon mentioning it, having a true love of taking things apart, repairing them and everything else in between. After much trial and error, Walton believed he found the source of the problem, reaching in deep into the engine. Phrin felt a might peckish from the wait, the 3rd apple she ate just now not doing much help for her stomach, "Mmm...I'm heading in for another snack. You up for a sandwich? I got ham, roast beef....provolone?" Normally she'd have a stock pile of pasta or spaghetti, though not this weekend as she hadn't bothered preparing more.

Walton looked up with a bit of oil on his snout, wiping it off with a nod, "I reckon that'd be swell! Many thanks...I aught be done 'ere a jif..." remarked Walton as he got back to what he was doing, Phrin nodding and heading back inside. Almost then, the eager gator tightened the last bolt and headed right into the driver's seat, turning the car key and BAM! We have ignition!, "Ahs fixed it!" Shouted Walton in complete victory, taking a moment to do a proper check of the vehicle's status to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Phrin had not heard her car start as she was in her kitchen on the 3rdfloor, getting a nice sandwich ready for the hard working gator.

The moonlight fell upon Walton as he closed the car, feeling an odd feeling dwell within him. A vicious growl filled the air, the gator hunching over as every fiber of his being began changing. Phrin was nearly done with the sandwich, applying the last bit of meat to a rather ample sized sandwich in her small kitchen, which shared the space with the rest of her place, as the first and second story were for her agency. Upon applying the last slice of ham, she put the rest of the meat away and closed the fridge door, turning back towards to sandwich to yelp in surprise to see the young mechanic gator about a foot in front of her, "Ahh! Walton...you don't sneak up on a lady like that!" scolded a frazzled Phrin, fixing her hair back as she applied the top slice to the now perfectly made snack for the gator, "My apologies...car's lookin' better than a hen in a corn field Ms. Phrin."

Yes! Now she could head off for that girl's night out she was looking forward to, handing the hard working young man the foam plate with his reward on it, "Excellent! Thank you very much....hmmm?" As she handed his food, something seemed...off. His expression, something about his eyes were different. And his hair...nah, it's just her imagination she thought, heading over to a cabinet and shutting the drawers. The dim lights were no help in distinguishing those features, something in the back of her mind telling her that something was off. Walton eyed the wide hips that dragoness had, the vast amount of booty hiding in that dress was something to behold. His free hand reached out for it, almost drooling at the sight before Phrin instinctively turned back upon feeling a chill go down her spine. Those dragon senses of hers were always on high, side effect of her courtroom battles. She saw Walton scarfing down that sandwich like he was quite hungry, his eyes glancing in her direction and giving a curious hmmm?

After he finished his snack, Phrin walked him down and to his car, Walton sneaking glances as he followed her down. It was hard to resist drooling, such a short dragoness with a hip girth that could shatter walls was unheard of, "...Anythin' else that need fixin' Ms. Phrin?" asked Walton with a creepy hiss at the end of it, Phrin raising an eyebrow on that tone but merely shaking her head, "No, that was it sweetie. You done enough for me already. Sure you won't need a ride home? It's on the way." The dragoness offered once again, having asked on the way down but just making sure, getting another negative on that, "...Thank ya kindly but...you were hollerin' bout making it to yer friend's place. I done enough good today. Dad said call again if somethin' else happens." Seems he was more concerned about the customer getting from Point A to Point B, though if it wasn't for his sudden...unnerving tone of voice. It just felt wrong.

Phrin started up the car and gave her thanks once more, heading off to her friend's house across Fontana. Even upon turning the corner, it seemed Walton just stood there, keeping an eye on her, almost menacingly. The dragoness shook her head and continued on, putting her friend on voice after speed dialing her. Right then, it seemed like her evening took a right turn, off a cliff and into the sewers. Apparently her scatter brained friend "forgot" she had a date with some guy, a guy that she recalled being told was a sex fiend, "What?! You're going out with him? You said he was a slime ball! Scum! A piece of crap who kept secrets from you!" shouted Phrin, parking to the side of nearby Irons Park, quite broken up since it's quite rare for her to get a weekend off.

"I mean, yea, that's what rumors and the gals said. But...he seemed so sincere this time! Plus...come on. Guy knows how to treat a dragoness. I'd swear he had dragon blood in him...the way he ravished me that night. Hands down he was the best thing in bed...Rawr." Now it felt like her friend was talking with lust, Phrin sucking her teeth in disappointment, "Ugh, that's why? That Rue is a thug! A vigilante! You're liable to get hurt being with lawbreaking trash like him! Surely there is other fish in the sea?" responded Phrin as rebuttal, getting an Ugh from her friend, "When's the last time you had fun? It's been 2 years! Don't worry about me, I spent 4 years on the force. I can take care of myself if he tries anything. Oh...I hope he does everything to me~" Her friend was too far gone it seemed, Phrin knowing better than to try and talk a sex crazed person out of it. Least Rue was not known to be abusive with the ladies or else she'd stop her personally.

"I'll make it up to you! I'll make a pot of your favorite Venison Spaghetti." Of course her friend would try to butter her up with her favorite dish, grumbling still before accepting defeat, "Fine. Just...please. Careful with him. You said you knew him in College yet don't forget, he's pretty famous in the city. In the bad way from the criminals he's wasted...you don't take lives so casually while remaining mentally stable. Most likely he's changed radically since then." Phrin had been following that human's exploits, knowing there had to be a connection to him and the murder of Franky the Eye earlier this month. "Okay "Mom", I got it. I'll be careful. Oh he's at the door. I know he loved the red thong from last time..." she muttered to herself with a squeal, Phrin rolling her eyes at the mom comment, knowing that she was double her friend's age and then some, "Sunday though, we're seeing those movies. I'm not letting that junk food go to waste! Cya then Phrinie!" added her friend, hanging up immediately after that.

"That Susie...you'd think all that law enforcement training would've tightened her focus. Eh...can't blame her. A good fucking can drive the point home. Walton's dad was no slouch...ah there I go again." Thoughts to that manly gator returned to her for a brief moment, knowing she can't talk considering how forward she was a bit after the case. A deep sigh escaped her, fluttering in the empty dark night as she walked into the park, "He's dating that doe now....said it was getting serious. Ah well..." She plopped her wide rump into a bench under a street light, a small part of her thinking that her younger friend was right. A good fuck is amazing, emphasis on good. Her height apparently clashes with her species, being passed on by some men for being child sized or she couldn't handle it, only for it to end up that the guy was lousy in bed. Talk is cheap and with the amount of penny pinching the men she'd been around so far would let her retire at this rate.

"Fucking Hell...this blows." The disappointment in the air was fighting for space with the oxygen, big time, about 10 minutes passing before she thought about heading back. So much effect dedicated to clearing her head was wasted in cardinal thoughts of lust, maybe she should just spend the night with ole reliable. The clouds above smothered the bright full moon, another sigh adding to the pile before Phrin noticed something at the corner of her eye. A figure standing about 7 feet away from her bench which surprised her, "!?---Oh...it's you." Surprisingly, it was Walton, the last person she expected to be around at 10 pm, considering Irons Park was mostly for kids. Strong presence of the law discouraged shady dealings, leading to a safe atmosphere day and night here, "I thought you were going home? Little boy like you shouldn't be out past curfew...." Questioned Phrin, seeing him walk towards her and take a seat beside her, "Your car. Saw it on the way home...got worried for you ma'am...."

It does make sense that he'd check on her since he just fixed the car, upon looking at him closely in the light of the lamp post showed that he looked more like himself or at least when she first met him, "Aww ain't you sweet. No need to concern yourself. I'm an adult after all...well maybe old enough to be your Grammy. Appreciate the concern through." Smiled Phrin, trying to resist the urge to grumble again. Walton tilted his head in confusion, wondering why she'd come to this empty lonely area at this time of evening, "? So everythin' is hunky dory? Why ya hangin' out 'ere all alone?" asked the worried gator, knowing that being alone in the darkness was not fun nor safe. The dragoness chuckled lightly and leaned back, moving a bit of hair over her eyes back where it belonged, "Heh...Lets just say...my plans fell through, that's all." Such a crappy night, the moon finally piercing through the clouds and brightening the area. Phrin was lost in her thoughts, not noticing big changes happening barely a foot away from her.

Maybe now was time to saddle up and hit the old dusty trail, a wet slurp sound making Phrin's ear fins tense up. A loud licking of lips from a thick hungry tongue sounded as if it came from some ungodly monster. The usually calm Defense Attorney yelped in shock upon getting pounced on from the side and tackled off the bench, the impact on the grass lessened the blow but it was enough to make her wince, "Ah! What the fuck!? Walton!!" shouted Phrin, glaring at her attacker. No, it wasn't Walton...or if it was, he changed quite a bit. This creature's hair was unkempt, messy and somehow longer than before, going about midway on his back. Not to mention its red hair had yellow tips at the end, yet the biggest change Phrin could see was those eyes gazing hungrily at her face and chest. From that innocent white sclera which encapsulated his unique heterochromia gaze became black, as if tainted, corrupted by some dark force. Such a foreboding glow came from his now slitted pupils, drooling over her while his knees spread her legs, "So sexy....I'm goin' to be fuckin' you all night....mrawrl"

She knew a lustful growl when she heard it, pinned down pretty securely by this young punk gator who didn't seem to be acting like himself. Or maybe he always was like this and put on a façade in public, "Y-you...get.....offa me! I'll scream!" threatened Phrin, clenching her teeth as she felt a thick nub poking at her crotch. The tip of his tail slipped in between her legs, her skirt riding up somewhat from the gator on top of her. Carefully, slowly the tip rubbed at her covered clit, making the dragoness breathe harder as she still struggled under him, "Screaaaaaaam. No one will help you...." A hand moved away from her arm for just moment, pulling his pants down ever so slightly to let loose the other monster. Like a tree falling down in a forest, this beast's long hot log plopped right on Phrin's upper body.

The gator phallus stopped just short of her chin, slamming against her chest with a heavier thud than one might expect of a male this size. Thing had to be over a foot long she thought, feeling on her stomach the warmth radiating from what she would assume to be a rather copious sized sack. The only light she got was from the light post to the left of them, yet even with that she could see how much of a thick leaky pipe this young gator was packing, "....Are all young gators this...well what am I saying...his father is bigger than that! But for his size...And...that musk...No...Mmph~" Thinking was not allowed with such a lusting demon gator straddling you it seemed, his hips moving forward to poke her chin with the dribbling tip. At this rate it was going to leave marks on her suit, not to mention those words Susie told her were laughing at her inside her mind.

"Am...I so desperate that this...Oooh...I'm going to allow this beast to ravish me..." Phrin's lower lip quivered upon licking her chin clean, hating to admit that a good fuck was something she wanted. After a good date with a promising partner, she held nothing back in making sure he knew that she wanted to have to miss work from a sore body pounded hard in every orifice. In the end her cardinal desires gave up the ghost, Phrin lowering her head to give a better lick, "Okay Walton...you win. You better fuck me like you mean it." Hissed Phrin while licking her lips, making Walton smirk widely, "But at least let a lady get comfortable first!" ordered the dragoness with an annoyed look on her face, that smirk the gator fading for a moment before rolling his eyes and letting her arms go, "Fine....no runnin' off. I will mark you as mine...." Promised Walton while his long tongue hung out, letting up on his crotch teasing for only a moment to let his prey get prepared.

That suit of hers was very expensive, no way was she getting jizz on it considering she happened to wear her good suit. There were probably already grass stains on it, no reason to add to the problem and cleaning cost. One hand had to lift that vein engorged erection to reach the buttons, her palms trembling from the heat coming from it, the throbbing, while her other now jealous hand undid the four buttons holding her top part together, leaving that pesky gray undershirt left. Walton saw that her tits were held up pretty tight in there, noticing it bulged out more than before. That was enough waiting he thought, grabbing her shirt at the waistband and tearing it in half. That was uncalled! A good silk shirt was not cheap! Before she could give him a piece of her mind, he gave her mouth something to occupy its time. Her light aqua tits jiggled out, revealing wider than expected areola along with happy as a horse nipples, pert and upright. Like a neighbor who doesn't take the hint, the throbbing head pushed right on into that open maw, poking the roof of her mouth and nearly making her gag once it pushed right up against her.

If it wasn't for her previous experience with large men (Considering she's 4'9", finding a male shorter than her was very rare.) it might have been a challenge, now it was a minor annoyance, "That little....fuck it. I asked for cock, I got cock." Muttered the dragoness in her mind, a muffled moan barely heard as she felt the tip of that gator tail part those panties and directly tease her moistening muff. Walton was happily drooling feeling Phrin to start sucking the tip, her tongue teasing the urethra directly. Those hips slowly began fucking what he could hear to be a hungry dragoness, Phrin moving her hands to her tits and removing the remaining bits of that shirt to pull her tits apart. The shaft properly slid right on in, being smothered and stroked by those soft breasts.

Loud audible slurping began to fill the empty park, the gator panting happily, moving his hands pinch those dark blue nubs, tugging them between a two fingers, "Your mouth...can take a cock rather well. I knew you were a slut..." remarked a happy looking Walton, mouth wide open in an almost trance like state. Phrin's eye twitched being talked to like that, being talked to like that by someone she didn't know touching a nerve. Yet he reminded her that there was some truth to those words, with one good thrust into her mouth forced the head into her throat, "!....right when I breathed out...so thick....ooooh...and that tail...fffuck...." Tears began going down her face, tears of pleasure coupled with the pain, those esophagus muscles tightening around the sudden intruding dick. Before she knew it, her throat dealt with the oncoming load being forced down her throat.

Such a predatory moan came from Walton, his back arching hard and eyes clenching tight letting lose that powerful climax. The bulge in Phrin's throat grew with every gulp of that thick gator semen, feeling herself losing out in the oxygen department, "W-what a copious amount of cum....nnngh!" whether or not it was by luck or whatever but that long meat was pulled out of her throat, the dragoness taking a deep breath only to get a glob of cum right on her tongue, and even more on her face. It was like getting hit with globs of syrup, the force behind that cum making the dragoness moan, getting more of it on her tongue, between the eyes and neck. Her orgasmic moan echoed in the park, something that the dragon didn't expect to do.

She loved being rough handled, licking at the spent cock, one eye closed since there was a layer of cum hiding behind it. To their shock, the two heard someone running nearby, "Hello? Is someone here!?" shouted a pedestrian, coming up to the bench and finding nothing. Just a human police officer who happened to be on a late night walk, looking around just in case, "....could've sworn I heard a woman scream...." He muttered to himself, not noticing the globs of cum near his feet as he walked around. Behind the bench were a multitude of bushes surrounding a lone tree, the first tree of Irons Park where hidden in the bushes was Walton covering Phrin's mouth. Almost like a blur he pulled them into hiding in the small area surrounding the tree, the dragoness on all fours while Walton hung close behind her, resting his cock against her butt while peeking up at the unwanted guest. The rush of her orgasm faded fast, replaced with the fear of being caught having sex in public.

Seems that the human was taking his sweet time, investigating the area just in case since a woman's yell was not something to take lightly, "....Fuck. How could I let this happen...my career is ruined if I'm caugh----ahhh..!..." Leave it to Walton to let his impatience cut her off, the head of that over eager cock pushing right up against her crotch. She held back that surprise moan of hers, which wouldn't have been hard with her mouth covered it. Two fingers entered her mouth at the same time the crown vanished into her, the light moist sound coming from that penetration. Oh god....if she makes any sudden sounds....she'll be found out. How could she resist not moaning? Walton nipped at her left ear fin, getting over 8 inches into her so far. That pesky human was still snooping about, unaware of the perverted couple barely 10 feet away.

Her stomach bulged slightly, Phrin wincing in slight pain from barely being able to fully take Walton's length and shuddering from feeling another orgasm squeeze her mind and clench against him. At last that pesky pedestrian went on his way, finding no trace that anyone was nearby. Every part of Phrin's body was on fire, starting to lose herself in her lust once she felt her ass getting pounded hard. Without fear of being caught, the gator grabbed the dragoness' arms back for grip, scale on scale slapping hard against each other. Phrin was unable to keep herself silent, moaning happily into the full moon. What truly sent her to heaven was the sensation of her body getting filled like a water balloon.

That growl of pleasure could scare a lion, Walton's climax was coupled with a somewhat intimidating moan, holding Phrin as close to him as possible. Her eyes rolled back as her stomach began bulging even more, to the point where the semen was unable to stay inside her and began seeping out. Stars and other odd shaped filled Phrin's vision, her lower half falling to the floor with both legs trembling. Like spilt milk over a counter, semen dribbled rapidly down her thighs, Walton pulling back with a light gasp and felt the dragoness shiver just before that moist pop upon exiting made his scales tremble. There was nothing better than admiring his handiwork, the dragoness having her tail up and those thick ass cheeks just seeping with cum. Her ass was so large that he had to spread her cheeks to get to that pussy, Walton giving that left cheek a firm slap, "Mmawrl. What an ass....we ain't done yet ma'am...." Panted that insatiable gator, gripping that ass which his hand lightly began sinking in.

For such a short dragoness, that ass was top quality, probably one of the best buns his black eyes laid upon. That jiggle in her ass was rivaled only by gelatin, giving a firm smack and getting a wincing moan from Phrin. That snapped her back to reality, every part of her feeling heavy and sloshy, "uugh....I haven't came that hard in...awhile..." the fear of being caught was gone for the moment, so much sloppy semen seeping out of her pounded pussy. The gator continued his ungentlemanly behavior and pulled Phrin back, pinning her against the large tree. Her body was not responding to her will any longer, her left leg being lifted and that cock being rammed into her once more. The night was still young and this monster was still hungry for more.

Birds chirping, buses honking and sunlight burning the eyes. Yea its morning....through all the fun, she must have passed out at some point. Everything on her was sore to high hell, especially her worn out pussy which was the main course. A finger moved to her snout and cheeks to check if the semen on her face still moist, which it was. This meant that she wasn't out for too long, grunting in exhausting as she was left on the grass with Walton nowhere to be found, "....that's the last time I take...a late night stroll here..." grumbled the cranky dragoness, struggling to get up and using the tree as support. She had to stifle her moan once she stood up straight, her legs turning to jelly with the sensation of a night's worth of spunk emptying from her yet again, "Nnngh!....I...hope those pills...keep the 9 month bun out of my oven..." she wondered as she poked her head out from a bush for a proper look around. She had no issues doing it raw, yet today was probably the rawest she'd ever had it. Phrin shook her head to clear her head, getting a feel for what time it could be. It had to have been close to 9 am she thought, seeing the buses already running and people jogging through the park.

Her undershirt was ruined but least her top wasn't, buttoning it while pulling her skirt down. Even taking that first step was a real chore, every scale in her being relishing the draining of that semen out of her. She fell to her knees for a moment, fingers digging into the dirt in her moment of weakness, "gggh...I...think that's all of it. Damn kid...didn't know when to stop...." Her tone of voice conflicted with her body's reaction to being pumped and pounded, unconsciously licking her lips after saying that. Again getting onto her feet was a real hassle, needing to pull down her grass stained covered skirt and make sure she walked out when no one was around. Took her maybe a minute to make a 30 second walk, getting to her car and finding a ticket placed on the window. A bit of pain with the pleasure this Halloween seemed to be going for, the lawyer snatching that piece of paper worth 500 smackers.

Upon getting home she took a hot shower to get the crustier parts of last night's fun off, unable to resist a bit of fun to get the last bit of her more cardinal desires out of the way for now. A bit of fun under the hot steamy water was something she enjoyed quite a bit. Once her scales were looking their best, and a large towel wrapped around her thick head of hair, she decided to....ask Walton's father about what happened yesterday, ".....Hey!...Yea he fixed it up real nice. I think he said he changed my oil too. He didn't have to go that extra mile you know. Let me give you two something for your troub---Come on. I'm not used to freebies......" For someone who worked as hard as she did, she earned everything the hard way. He spoiled her he felt, hearing him laugh openly in amusement, "....Experience is the best payment? I see...speaking of Walton...did he get home safe? He declined a ride home from me. And you know how Fontana could be..." the dragoness bit her lower lip thinking of that beast of a young man, getting confirmation that he returned home. Which she knew was somewhat of a lie, though "he" was not known for stretching the truth. Seems as soon as Walton got home, he went straight to bed, saying it was a tougher job than expected but he got it done.

"Ah...good to hear. H-hate to see a young man like him...getting hurt. Well you have my number. Let me know if you need anything! Chao!" The exhaustion began taking hold of the dragoness, heading right to bed and getting a good night's rest. Boy did she feel good upon waking up sometime at night. A minor annoyance that her circadian rhythm was off after a fun fuck, which would require a few days to re-adjust. Shortly after awakening from her bed, lightning flashed at her window, followed by the deafening thunder trailing behind not long after. She peeked outside to see that tonight was not going to be a trick or treating night, "?...Storm? What the hell. Weather ferret said clear all weekend. Ugh...please clear up tom---" then to her dismay, the lights went out. Not only at her place but it seemed her entire district was now dealing with a black out "-morrow. Typical. Mother nature at her finest." Not like she wanted to watch TV or anything to relax after last night's affair, turning around to grab her phone before another bolt of lightning struck.

The room lit up for a second, making Phrin jump as there was an uninvited figure standing right in front of her. "?! W-Walton?!...Y-you're back aga--how the hell did you get in here?" That probably should not have been the first question, what she should've asked was how did he get in here naked. Another flash of light revealed that his sclera was dark as coal, his wet hair long and unkempt. This was the same beast that confronted her at the park, seeing that of his tongue licking over his teeth in a rather predatory displace of lust, "...We never finished our fun ma'am. Rwaaaaawr!" Like a pouncing lion on a ball of twine, Phrin was once more under the mercy of this sexual beast, thinking now that she might have to cancel tomorrow's plans. And probably Monday also.