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Winters are always rough. It's cold and wet, people hide away inside of their homes, and the world seems dead and empty for a few months. We try to fill the void of interaction with twinkling lights, obnoxious music, and fattening foods, but it only covers up the fact that most of us are broke and hanging on to our wits by a thread.

Or, that's where I was at least. Heating bills and other expenses I didn't have the foresight to think about when I picked a school in the snowy north had left me desperately in need of a break from bills. It was just about to be winter break, and the only thing I could foresee as a legal solution to my money issues was to rent out my couch to another broke college kid who needed somewhere to stay for a month, maybe longer if it worked out. I wasn't particularly thrilled about losing the sanctuary of the rundown hole I called home, but after staring at the ceiling for an hour with a crumpled bill in my hand, I couldn't seem to see much choice in the matter.

I rushed to clean up my living room as best as I could, scrubbed the bathroom, which was just as dirty as when I moved in, and crammed as much junk under my bed as I could manage, before taking a few photos for an online ad for a roommate.

'Cheap couch for rent near campus.'

That should catch some desperate eyes. I wasn't asking much rent for the cheap apartment, but some carefully angled pictures sure made the apartment seem homier. I was bound to get a couple of responses.

I patiently waited with my phone always within reach for three days, but no calls came in. I double-checked my contact info on the ad, just to be sure I hadn't been sending them to a pizza shop or something on accident. It was finals week, so it was likely that students just had other things on their minds.

Another few days passed with no calls. I began to worry that my plan was going to fall through, and with bill due dates getting closer, I was doing all that I could from keeping a panic attack at bay. I didn't have a dad to bail me out this time, and I doubt my sister would help, if I could even manage to contact her.

I made a fresh, new online ad, this time with a few more pictures. Maybe the old one had just gone stale? Finals week was over by that point, and I found myself frequently staring at my phone, hoping, praying that anyone would call. My heart would race as I thought of being evicted on Christmas. Do they even do that outside of old family Christmas TV specials? Where would I go? To Jude's? No, I couldn't do that. I could live in my car again, but I'm not sure how I'd keep it warm against the freezing cold. The idea of being a deer popsicle wasn't much more appealing as facing Jude again.

The creak of the aging pipes working up enough cold water to spurt from the showerhead snapped me back into reality. A shower would calm down my nerves. A short one, because the utility bill was coming soon.

I felt the icy water on my palm begin to lose its chill, and I undressed. I took one last look at the dark screen of my phone with a sigh and set it on my pile of clothes. The newly warm water rushed over me. I hadn't had a relaxing shower in a long time. I rubbed my wet face and let myself zone out into the soothing darkness of my mind, watching shapes and colors shift in my eyes as I rubbed them. I slid my hands down to my neck and felt the tension in my muscles. My antlers bumped into the shower wall as I let my head sink lower. I looked at my hooves on the tiled floor, and my eyes inched up a stream of water flowing down off the tip of my cock.

Yeah, that'd take my mind off of things a bit.

I watched my cock grow, arching the drizzle of water further from my hooves. I gently grabbed my soft shaft and moaned into the humid air. It really had been a while. I slid my hand up and squeezed my tip, making myself shiver. I felt my shaft pulse and harden in my grip, biting my lip as my hand slowly slid back down to my base.

It felt good to feel good again. The water poured over the back of my neck as I pumped away. I braced my arm up against the cool wall and felt the steam fill my lungs with each deep breath I took. I spread my legs apart and roughly thrust into my paw, picturing another body bent down in front of me.

My cock rammed into the tight ass, my balls swinging as I began to grunt.

"Fuck, yeah," I whispered to my imaginary partner, as I pictured holding their tail up.

It felt so good to pound something; I let all of my pent-up stress drive my hips forward. My hooves skid along the tile as I rammed the fox's ass harder.

The sharp sound of my ringtone made me jump, lose my footing, and fall hard on my knees.

"Fuck!" I yelled, scrambling across the slick tiles and over to my phone. I wiped off my wet hand and picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello!" a voice on the other side said cheerily, in a faint accent I wasn't familiar with. "I'm calling in response to the roommate ad online. Is the spot still available?"

"Yes!" I said, forgetting to hold back my excitement, "Yes. It's still open if you'd like to come see."

"Perfect! Would I be able to come over today?"

"Yes, that would be just fine. What time would work for you? I have the whole day open."

"How about right now?"

"Oh, uh..." I looked down at my still hard cock bouncing between my legs as a pool of water formed below me from my wet fur. "Uh, yeah. Just, give me a bit to... get ready."

"Perfect. See you soon!"

I put down my phone and smiled. I looked at my cock again. Maybe I'd still have time to rub a quick one out. I placed my hand on my shaft just before I heard a buzzing coming from the hallway. With a sigh, I opened the door and heard the call box down the hall. I walked over, trying to remember if I was expecting a package. I pressed the button on the ancient metal box.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm here."

"Already?" I asked, realizing it was the same voice from the phone.

"Yeah! Want to buzz me up?"

"Oh! Yeah, just... Well, I just got out of the shower and I need to put some clothes on."

"Oh, don't worry about it! Just throw on a towel. If we are going to be roommates, we might as well be comfortable around each other."

"I... I guess. Okay. Apartment 311." I pressed the other button and heard the feedback from the front door.

I quickly ran down to the bathroom and wrapped a towel around my waist, trying to smooth out the lump from my resisting cock under it. I heard a knock, and walked up to the door. I took a deep breath, feeling unsure if this was the best way to meet a potential new roommate. I twisted and pulled the handle.

A pair of light yellow eyes looked back at me. A black dragon was standing there. He was tall, taller than I, and had a pair of immense wings tucked behind him. He was very sharply dressed, and sported a peculiar smile I couldn't quite place. I had never seen a dragon before in real life; I realized I was staring and looked away.

"Oh, uh, welcome. Come on in!" I moved out of the way, and the dragon stepped in. A long tail trailed behind him.

"You must be Darrick," the dragon said, extending a claw towards me.

"Yes," I said, meeting it with my hand and receiving a firm shake. "And you are...?"

"Kazy. It's nice to meet you."

I realized he was looking down at my towel. I blushed under my fur. "Likewise."

He looked around the apartment.

"Here," I said, stepping out into the living room. "I'll give you the tour."

I showed the dragon around the small apartment; the couch he'd be staying on, the kitchen, my room, and the bathroom, where I was embarrassed to realize I had left the water running. I reached over to turn it off, and felt my towel slip. My quick hand caught it, but gave a brief flash of my rump to my visitor. I felt like I could die as I tied the towel back firmly, but his warm chuckle seemed to help calm me a bit.

We walked back to the living room. "What do you think?" I asked.

"I like it. And I like you. I think this will work well."

I tried to hold in the joy that was welling up inside. I had found a roommate! "Great! When can you move in?"

"How about today?" The dragon said with a smile.

"That's just fine. Do you need help moving your stuff? I have a car and I-"

"Oh, I'll be fine, but thank you for the offer. I'll go get my things now, if that is alright."

"Yeah! I'll keep the door propped open, and I can go put on some clothes while you're gone."

"Darn, and here I thought I'd get to wear my towel and join you," he said with a smirk.

"Well, I guess no one is stopping you," I nervously chuckled. "I'm just more of a shirt and pants type."

"To each their own. I'll be back in a bit."

The dragon disappeared out into the hall, and I quick went to my room, dried off what I could with the damp towel, and stuffed myself into some clothes, being careful around my sensitive cock, desperately pleading for me to finish the job I had started earlier.

When I came back out, Kazy was already back up with a suitcase.

"That was quick." I said, tossing the towel into a hamper down the hall. "Are you sure you don't want any help?"

"Yes," he replied, patting the suitcase. "I've got it all right here."

"That's it?" I eyed the single case.

"I travel light."

"I see. So, where exactly are you traveling from?" I motioned for us to sit on the couch.

"Well, I'm from a community a ways away of all dragons," he said, sitting down and adjusting his wings behind him.

"That would make sense."

"I was sort of... kicked out."

Kazy told me about how the very traditional society he had grown up in hadn't looked well on him because he was different. He never said exactly what it was that made him different, but it didn't seem like a particularly appropriate thing to ask to someone I had just met if he didn't bring it up on his own. He said that once he left, he decided to spend his time traveling and studying things that interested him like ancient cultures and biology. It all seemed pretty interesting to me, at least compared to my sad, boring life. When I asked him if he missed his old home, he seemed to get uncomfortable.

"Why do you not have any Christmas decorations?" Kazy said, changing the subject as he looked around.

"Oh," I started, skimming around the empty walls. "I guess I didn't bother since I didn't have anyone to show off too. It's a bit different now with a roommate."

"We should decorate," he offered, his wings fluttering in excitement.

"Well, I don't have a lot of money, which is why I am renting out-"

"You don't need a lot of money to decorate. Come, I know a place where we can get some stuff for cheap."

Before I could really respond, Kazy was up and out the door. I locked the apartment and rushed off after the dragon, being careful to not step on his tail. We drove to a little store in a strip mall. It was full of inexpensive knick-knacks and cheap decorations.

I kept catching the dragon's eyes as we looked through the piles; he'd always smile and look away. After about the fifth time, I wiped my face with my hand, thinking maybe something was stuck to it.

"You'll have to forgive me," the dragon said apologetically. "I don't mean to stare. Deer aren't... common, where I am from. I find your kind to be very visually pleasing."

"Oh," I replied, feeling another blush come on. "I guess, dragons aren't very common to me either, so I might stare a bit too."

"Well, I guess we will just have to spend some time exploring each other when we get back," he added offhandedly, lifting up a wreath and examining it.

I wasn't sure if that was just a more common thing to say where he was from.

He plopped the wreath into the basket I was holding and continued down the aisle.

When we got back to the apartment, we hung the wreaths and garland up. They did indeed bring a special sort of warmth to the cracked walls. Even when my family was still together, we never decorated much for the holidays. My dad was a pretty firm believer in keeping things classic, so a few electric candles in the window and a small fake tree was about all the house ever saw. Seeing the cheesy tinsel and bright colors tacked to the drywall made me smile.

By the time we had finished decorating, it had gotten pretty dark out. All the stress from worrying over finding a roommate had been keeping me up late and waking me up early, so I was in a losing battle with the heaviness of my eyelids. I yawned and bid Kazy a good night.

I changed into my pajamas and crawled into the bed in my room, trying to find a comfortable position to pass out in. As I stuffed my pillow under my head, I realized that I didn't offer Kazy a pillow or blankets. With a sigh, I got back up, pulled one of the pillows from my bed and a spare blanket from my closet, and quickly popped back into the living room.

"Oh my god!" I yelled, dropping the pillow and blanket and turning around. Kazy was completely naked on the couch, his legs wide open, with a very large red cock standing straight up between them, behind a set of balls, which he was cupping in his claw.

"I... Uh..." I fumbled, frozen in my place. "I didn't mean to... Here," I said, leaning down to collect the pillow and blanket off the floor. "I thought you could use these." I walked backwards, trying to avoid looking. I felt my hoof catch on something, and I stumbled back. I hit my head on the edge of a shelf, curled up, and held the sore spot.

I heard two feet move towards me, and I opened my eyes. I followed the long tail up to the red cock hovering over me, and a concerned dragon looking down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, squatting down. I was eye to eye with the beast now as it pointed right at me.

"I... yeah," I muttered, getting back up and turning around again. I looked at my hand to make sure I wasn't bleeding.

I was unsure of what to say. The room felt like gravely was giving way. I cleared my throat, then just walked back to my room, and shut the door. "SORRY!" I yelled as stood shaking with my hand still on the door handle, trying to process everything that just happened. My head pounded in pain.

I was very confused. I wasn't even gone for that long, how did he get that comfortable so quickly? Did he mean for it to happen? The image of his cock hovering over me flashed in my mind. I looked down at the tent in my pajama pants.

"Shit," I whispered to myself.

I finally released the door handle and slowly walked back to my bed and got under the sheets. The lump between my legs wasn't going to just go away. It was the first hard cock I had seen since the camp. It felt so wrong to be hard. Then I remembered I never got to finish from earlier today. That must have been why it aroused me so much.

I shifted and pulled my pajama pants down, feeling my cock slide against the sheets. My hand slipped down my warm length, making me shudder. 'Just a quick one,' I thought to myself.

I pulled the sheets off and my fist worked away at my shaft. I was still pent up from earlier, and my cock was extra sensitive. I had to fight to not be too loud so that Kazy could hear. Although, I had a feeling he had probably continued where he left off too.

The image of the dragon flashed in my mind again, the detail still very fresh. I had never thought of what a dragon cock looked like before. It seemed like he almost had a knot, like Jude, only he had little spikes along the sides. Wouldn't that hurt? I wondered what they felt like. Do dragons cum the same?

My hand pumped faster and I lifted up my shirt. My heart thumped in my chest, and I closed my eyes.

Were all dragons that big? He was bigger than me, and I seemed to be bigger than most other guys. Maybe it was just the angle I was looking at it. I began to wonder if he'd let me see it again.

I felt my breath start to sharpen.

That cock was so close to my face, it was practically dripping on me. I should have gotten a better look.

I felt my balls tingle.

He had to have known. It was like he was showing off. He wanted me to see. 'Explore each other.' I wanted to see it again. I wanted to feel it in my hand. I wanted to feel it in my...

A hot stream of cum landed on my stomach, and I gasped. Warmth oozed over my hand as I pulled up one last time on my pulsing cock. The pool of cum on my stomach soaked into my fur as I laid there, staring at the ceiling.

I felt my soaked hand fall to my side, feeling disgusted. I had just jerked off to the thought of my new roommate.

He didn't mean for me to see, it was just an accident. I was a creep for thinking that way. I should have just turned around and walked back to my room. How was I going to look him in the eye tomorrow? I stared at the closed door, feeling the wet mess on my stomach drip down my sides. I didn't feel tired anymore. My head bump began pulsing again. It was going to be a long night.

The next morning wasn't as awkward as I had thought. I had slept in, and when I woke up, I very carefully looked around the corner. Kazy was already up, in pants, and reading a book. He smiled when he saw me. In fact, he acted like everything was completely normal. I had thought maybe I had dreamed it up until he made a light joke referencing it at breakfast. I just nervously chuckled.

Despite a rocky start, Kazy ended up being a pretty good roommate. We got along pretty well, and ended up spending most of our free time together. One of my favorite things we did was our movie nights.

I had found a small TV in a dumpster a while back which still worked, and got an old VHS player from a second hand store, which I set it up in my room. We often ended up watching crappy old movies we found in the cheap bins while sitting on my bed.

When Christmas eve rolled around, we decided to spend most of the day watching vintage Christmas specials from a box set he had found. They were bad, and the VHS would sometimes lose the picture, but it was fun to just let loose and feel the Christmas spirit for once. It was pleasant to get my mind off of all the stuff in life like school, finances... and Jude.

We had make cookies the night before and were finishing them off as a claymation story about Rudolph flickered on the screen.

"Why doesn't he just ignore all the other kids?" Kazy said, as he bit into a cookie.

"He does... well, sort of," I answered.

"No he doesn't. He's just letting them walk all over him. And now look, Santa has to step in and save him."

"I think you're missing the point of the story. He's supposed to be pathetic, and then he becomes the hero."

"Some hero. He can't even get the girl."

"Well, there's more to life than girls."

Kazy just bit into another cookie with a smirk.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"No, what?"

He just chuckled to himself as he finished his cookie.

"What are you laughing at?"

He just looked at me, and chuckled again.

"Quit it!" I snapped, snatching a cookie and throwing it at him. It busted on his scales.

He grabbed another cookie and tossed it at me. It bounced off my fur.

"Hey now," I said, picking up the cookie and brushing off the crumbs. "My bed, my rules... and I'm the only one who can throw cookies." I flicked the cookie back at him and it broke against his nose.

He smirked again. "Fine." Then he lunged at me.

I flew back, the plate cookies soaring off the bed, and before I knew it, the dragon was on top of me, laughing. I tried to push him off, laughing back, but he was too large. I felt his claws move to my squirming arms, and I looked up. His bright yellow eyes were looking down at me. Two large black forms moved up from behind him. His impressive wings almost filled the room.

"Shit dude," I mumbled, gazing across their span. How did he keep those things tucked away? I looked back at his eyes.

The black wings curled down and around us, blocking out the light from the TV screen. It was completely dark underneath him. I chuckled as I felt his breath tickle my neck.

"Hey, stop that!"

I felt his muzzle slide under my chin. His whole body was holding me down. He was much warmer than I imagined.

"What... what are you doing?" I nervously chuckled as I tried to make out any shapes in the darkness.

I heard his mouth opening near my ear, his warm, hot breath against my cheek.

"Kazy...?"

I felt his mouth slide over my shoulder, right at the base of my neck. His breath tickled my fur.

"Kazy, wait..."

I felt his teeth gently bite down, the points pressing through my fur and poking my skin. He bit down a little harder, and I felt my mouth open.

A loud, long moan slipped past my lips, my eyes wide open, mortified from embarrassment.

"Fuck."