Forktongue by SeraphXIII

Forktongue

SeraphXIII, Abuse, Anal, Anal knotting, Canine, Cum, Depression, Domination/Submission, Dominatrix, Drugs, Feline, Hemipenis, Husky, Jackal, Knot, Knotting, Lizard, Lynx, M, M/Herm, Male, Master/Slave, Multi-Cock, Oral, Psychological, Reptile, Romance, Rough Sex, S&M, Sex, Sheath, Skink, Soft-SM, Transgender, Transsexual, cum inside, drug use

Damage sticks around long after wounds are inflicted. Some people heal faster than others, some people never heal at all.

Transgender/Male, Mentions of abuse, self-harm, and other such behaviors.

Jean's tight black skirt clung to her legs, almost acting like a funnel for the frozen air blowing through the streets of Colson. Part of her wished she could live anywhere else, a city that gets so cold in the winters was no place for a lizard, cold-blooded as they tend to be, but another part of her loved this place. It felt comfortable, even if some of her memories here weren't so great. Still, the walk from her car to the front of the Black Box. The skink still didn't understand how a cold little town up in the mountainous north managed to support a sex shop, but she wasn't going to complain, it kept her fed, so it was enough for her. Besides, if she asked her boss, she'd make some joke about being there so the local hunters wouldn't get caught fucking the local wildlife, which was probably closer to the truth than Jean wanted to believe.

Just before strolling through the door, Jean did her daily check to see if the graffiti below the shop's sign was still there, and indeed it was. Some genius had crawled up there one night and spray-painted "What's in the box?" below the simple Black Box sign. Janice, her boss, loved it, because that kind of odd stuff was just her way. Jean just shrugged at the time, as she did every time she saw it still up there.

Janice, a lynx, sat at the desk, flicking through a book and sipping from a cup. Anyone who didn't know her would probably note how cute it was that her black eartips would flick down and back as she read, but Jean knew a bit better than that. Janice was like the soul of a barista, but a bit too lazy to actually make your coffee, making her great for managing a business that just sort of... ran itself, seemed like. She ran the cashier and the shop, to cut down on cost, and Jean was her only employee. Every time Jean came in, Janice looked like she'd been there for hours, even at 6 or 7 in the morning. Jean secretly half-wondered if Janice just lived here, after all, the shelves didn't need much stocking, and it's not like people were up at the crack of dawn to come buy a dildo.

"Morning, Janice." Jean greeted with a limp wave, her energy a bit sapped from the cold. "Same book as yesterday?" Janice looked up blankly.

"Yeeeep." Janice said, nearly returning to her book before doing a double take and scanning the smoke grey lizard. "Feeling okay this morning, Forktongue?" Jean groaned at the nickname, coming to loathe it more and more as time went on.

"Yeah, just cold. Lizard shit, fuzzball like you wouldn't know." Jean quipped back, walking past her to a back doorway. "And stop calling me that, you're gonna slip up and say it to someone I know." Janice smirked sardonically and went back to reading.

"Not like they'd know what it means anyways." She said to herself, turning another page.

Jean opened the door and walked into a dim hall, greeted by three doors: one on each side, and another at the end. Taking the one on her right, she entered her "green room", although it wasn't much of one. It had a toilet, a mirror, and Janice even had the courtesy to put a lock on the door. The height of professionalism, Jean thought to herself as she stripped out of her street clothes, slipping her leathers on. The leather clung tight to her scales, and actually insulated her core a bit, helping her warm up a bit faster. Then, she pulled her loose clothes on, a set she could easily slip in and out of at a moment's notice.

After she was dressed, Jean walked back out to the front desk, bringing her purse with her. Much warmer now, she took her seat next to Janice, not energetic, but at least having some energy. Leaning her chair back a bit, she pulled her own book from the desk in front of them and started to page through it in silence, preparing for what would be pretty much the rest of her day.

Jean was a request, a high dollar one since the town was a bit remote and she was extremely discrete, but a request all the same, so her days were mostly uneventful, seeing anywhere from 2-3 visitors some days to none at all on others. Not the most enriching job of all the time, but again, bills paid, bread on table. At least the downtime was turning her into a more learned person. Janice tended to read college-English-style novels, classic literature full of themes and symbolism, but Jean sought more to better herself directly. Sure, she wasn't cracking open advanced math texts or analyses of the political history of her fair nation, but she was slowly working up a knowledge of basic psychology, a decent spread of classic philosophy, and some more pedestrian matters like cooking and home decoration. She was hardly one to be an old-school housewife, but given her history, these things were... important to her. Very.

A buzz from a speaker on the desk shook Jean from her examination of the early development of utilitarianism, reminding her what she was here for. She sighed, standing up and walking back to her room. The buzzer sounded when a client had opened the back door at the end of the hallway, which was locked with a 4-digit passcode that randomized every day. Clients for a given day would be sent the code when Janice got to work, and would enter through the back and into the dungeon for the sake of safety and discretion.

"Go get'em, Forktongue." Janice called out, snickering a bit. Jean just shook her head and shucked her clothes off, tossing them through the door to her room. Before she left, she studied a whiteboard on the wall, listing her appointments for the day and what they wanted. This was the only one for today, which meant a nice coast after this. Jean shook her head, not wanting to keep the client waiting, and looked back at the board to see what she'd need. All it said was "Mas???" which was her shorthand for "masochism" and, she assumed, "I don't know what the fuck else". Next to that was a name, Ransom. Clients didn't have to give a name that Jean would see, but most did, to make things feel more personal.

"Height. Of. Professionalism." Jean muttered to herself. She'd have to start having Janice let her screen new clients from now on, rather than letting her handle all of the front end, because this was getting ridiculous. She picked a few things out which were fairly entry-level, and a thick whip, since the client seemed new. Jean walked back out and shut the door, taking a breath before she walked into the dungeon. As she opened the door, the lizard snapped upright, taking a strong, confident posture. Inside, she found a husky, male, smaller frame, not much muscle, pretty young. He was sitting in a wooden chair, tapping his foot and looking a bit nervous.

"My, are you my new toy?" Jean said, leaning over at the waist to look the husky in the eye. She drew a cocky, toothy smirk across her lips, seeing the kid dodge her gaze. "Ransom, right?" The husky mumbled something and kept looking away. Jean growled a little bit and cracked her whip against the concrete, making the snap echo sharply. The husky yiped and looked at her, letting Jean trap him with her hard copper eyes.

"I don't like quiet toys. Speak up!" Ransom started nodding quickly.

"Yes, Ransom, yes!" He replied, the anxiety in his voice growing by the moment. First timer, and definitely not prepared. This would be a long couple hours.

"Alright, Ransom, since you seem to be a fucking idiot, I'll hold your hand for a bit. Clothes off, now. Whatever's under the pants stays on." Ransom bolted up, nodding, and stripped his shirt and shoes off quickly, then his socks and pants, chucking them into a pile in the corner.

"Good. Now, knees to the floor, belly to the chair seat." Jean barked her orders to the pup, watching for how he reacted. He assumed the position quickly, seeming to follow her orders to the letter now that she'd gotten his attention. This warranted some pressing. Jean stepped up to the husky's ass end, and smacked two quick lashes to him, one on each thigh, making him grunt low.

"So, Ransom, are you a dirty little pup?" Jean asked, starting to pace around him, tapping him on the head with the base of her whip as she came to his front. "What kind of nasty shit's in this hollow rock of yours?" Jean looked down, catching his gaze again, seeing equal parts fear and excitement in his eyes.

"I... I like being hit..." he said meekly. "I..." Jean, growing ever more impatient, growled again and lashed down his back, leaving a rough zig-zag in his fur.

"Louder, faster, damn it." Jean said angrily. "You're wasting my fucking time." The husky gulped hard and hid his face.

"I heard about... um, you." The husky said, louder now, but rattling like a tin roof in a hurricane. "Why they call you... For-" Jean cut him off with another lash, then slowly trailed her hand down his back, smoothing the fur tenderly, pleased that he was finally getting on with it.

"Ah-ah, you haven't eared the right to said that, silly pup." Jean teased. "So, you heard about what makes me special?" Jean felt her heart ache a bit as the words came out, but she was determined to not break her act. Still, as she faced away from him, she let her cocky look drop for a moment. These sessions were always, always the hardest.

"Yes, mistress." He replied. "I... want to see." Seemed the kid was falling into a bit of a routine now, probably running off of something he read on some fet site.

"Oh, do you? You think you can earn it?" Jean said, feigning curiosity. The husky nodded eagerly. "Mmmm, well, let's just see. Briefs off, then don't move an inch."

"What!?" Ransom looked over his shoulder to see if she was serious. Jean, determined to help this pup learn, gave him her sternest look of impatience. He'd walked in and paid two hours without giving a hard theme to go off of, so she was gonna give him the variety platter.

"Did I fucking stutter?" She said, tapping her foot and crossing her arms. "Look, I'm not gonna touch it, don't flatter yourself." Ransom shuttered, pushing his briefs down his thighs without raising from the chair, then let them fall off and kicked them aside. Jean looked him up and down, seeing his cock hanging from his sheathe, starting to drip on the floor already. She hadn't lied, she wasn't going to touch it, or even come close.

"Now, because you've been wasting my time," Jean said as she looked up at the clock on the wall, noting that the session was already a bit under halfway over. "I'm going to punish you until you properly apologize, then maybe you'll get a look at what you want." Jean didn't let the pup say a word before she set to lashing across his ass with the whip, laying down three licks before he could even make a noise.

"AH!" He yelped in a mix of pain and fervor. "I'm so sorry for using up your valuable time, Mistress Jean!"

"Good pup!" She replied, smoothing the fur back gently with the side of the whip. "Keep going, I like hearing you yield to me." Jean slipped her leather panties off and fell into a routine, letting her past experience carry her for a bit as she let her mind roam to other, more interesting men. She hated letting these things cross over, but she liked to think she'd segregated work and play well enough in her own mind. The punishment continued for a while, as Jean worked herself up as she worked Ransom over. She let out a happy sigh as she finished readying herself, choosing to let the pup think he might have been the reason why, then coiled her whip loosely at her hip.

"Now, you move a single inch and I'll lash you until you can't, understand?" The husky nodded and went stock still, leaving the room silent, save for the sound of Jean's boots as she strode around to the front of him. Ransom caught a scent and looked up, seeing Jean look down on him, and her bright red split cock hovering above his snout.

"C-can I smell it?" Ransom whimpered, expecting a lash. Jean just laughed, nodding her head.

"Yes, you pathetic little mutt, you can smell it. You've earned a little reward." The husky smiled gleefully, making Jean feel a sharp twinge of disgust, and then breathed deep, drawing her scent in. "Don't get too carried away now." Jean looked up, checking the time, and seeing that the session should be ending any minute.

"Take your last whiffs, pup." She said, abrasion back in her tone once more. "Your time's up. Make some memories." The husky nodded and inhaled sharply several times, making Jean roll her eyes and tap her foot. After a few more moments, she stepped away and slid her panties back on, tucking her penises between her thighs until they would soften back inside of her again. Leaving the client to clothe himself, she left the room and entered her changing room again, taking off her leathers for the day and pulling her quick clothes back on. After she was done, she waited until a buzzer sounded, telling her the client had left through the back door and shut it behind him, then walked back to the cashier's desk.

"I need to start screening these dipshits before you let them in here, Janice." Jean said as she took her seat. "Stupid fucking kid didn't know what he was doing. Wanted the "special" but didn't know to ask for it." Janice didn't look up from her book as she turned another page.

"Think he's coming back, or you scare him off?" she asked plainly, clearly unconcerned with what Jean said.

"I'm thoroughly surprised he didn't cream himself midway through. He left a nice puddle of precum on the floor." Jean said, pulling her own book back out and opening to the place she'd left it. "No, he'll be back, and not just for the special, I think. I opened that kid up to a lot of new things."

"Then all's good. New clients, more money. Stop bitching."

"Janice, all I'm asking for is a little bit more direction. Have them drop an email on a burner account, that's all I'm asking for. Hell, I'll even set it up if you just add "send a description to 'x' address"." Janice sighed, clearly exasperated with the conversation.

"Fine, if it makes you stop complaining." She said, trying hard to be cold. Jean just shook her head and started reading. Janice cared, she knew that, or she would have told her to shove it from minute one. Any acquiescence was a show of affection coming from her.

"Thanks Janice. You know I appreciate what you do for me." Jean replied. Janice had done a lot for her over the years, and Jean wasn't one to take it for granted, even if she did give her some shit in the meantime.

"If you didn't, you'd be sucking dick for money, instead of telling dudes to suck yours." Janice quipped.

"Hey now, I'll have you know that I'm a professional." Jean said with a smirk.

"Oh, aren't we both."

Business was pretty light, a couple people came in towards the afternoon, but it was an especially slow day overall. Jean had been trying to distract herself with reading, but she kept thinking back to her session. Another call-in, just to see her... body. She shook herself, checking the time: 5:45. Janice made a policy of having her around until 6 so she'd be available for walk-ins, despite having a no walk-in policy, or so she said. Jean knew that it was actually so she'd work a "full shift" so that she'd be paid a full wage on top of commission and be more eligible for benefits legally, but she's never say a word about that. Just one of the little ways she looks out for me. Jean thought as she stood and stretched.

"Getting close to time?" Janice said, eyes still steadily scanning her novel. "I might close up early tonight, doubt anyone's gonna come around much later than now." Jean nodded, letting out a huff as she finished loosening her legs and back up.

"Yeah, about a quarter-to-six now." Jean said, walking out from behind the counter. "Have you been doing alright, Janice? Things tend to get... quiet around this time of year." Janice shrugged, locking up the register, then standing.

"You looking to diagnose me with something? You know I won't turn down pills." Jean smiled, glad to hear the bitter humor in her friend's voice as they walked to the back of the store together.

"Don't be a cunt, you know I just care about you." Jean said, opening the door to the back hall. "It's a lonely time of year. I just thought you might want some company. I mean, you haven't met the new boyfriend yet." Janice shook her head, an odd look on her face. The pair stepped into the dressing room and Janice grabbed her things while Jean slid her clothes off and put her street clothes back on. Although it was highly unethical for her to be fully nude in the same room as her employer, few things were ethical about the way their relationship worked, and both had seen worse of the other.

"How the hell that you, of all people, managed to land someone stable, who actually bears with your work will never cease to confuse me." Janice replied. The room went silent for a moment, and she sighed. "Yeah, maybe. I don't do much at home aside of watching stupid shit online and seeing how much more of that new horsecock toy I can take."

"So close to a breakthrough, I can feel it." Jean said sarcastically. "Maybe next session." Turning to the door, she opened it for the lynx, letting her walk out first.

"Oh hell no, I've seen how your sessions go. None of that for me. Nuh-uh." Jean just smiled, walking out through the front with her and waiting as she locked up the door. Janice picked up her pace as they walked to their cars, granting a bit of grace to her cold-blooded employee.

"Look, Jan, I'll try to set something up, okay?" Jean said as she unlocked the driver's door of her car with the key. "Nothing too extravagant. Coffee, probably. We could see the life you were truly meant to live."

"Ha, hardly." Janice scoffed as she clambered into her sedan. "The shitty excuses for baristas we have around here wouldn't last a minute with me. But... yeah, maybe. I'll consider it." Jean smiled and slid down into her car and turned it on to start the heat.

"See you tomorrow, you cold-blooded bitch!"

"You're one to talk, Jean." The lynx shot back, starting her car up and pulling out of the parking lot.

Jean sat for a moment, half of her thinking back on her day, and the other half waiting for her car to heat up to a tolerable level so she wouldn't feel faint on the drive home. It was weird to her, thinking that her closest friend hadn't met her boyfriend, who'd been with her for over a year. It was even weirder to still be referring to him as "the new boyfriend", as if any of the other lousy excuses for relationships she'd suffered through compared to such a good, functional one. She engaged the drive, pulling out onto the road, still swimming in her thoughts as she idly drove home. Dave would be home already, like always, probably working up something for them to eat. Her mind shifted to happier thoughts as she wondered what he'd thought up tonight. Hopefully something spicy, something to shear the cold from her scales. The road around her grew more sparse as she left out of Colson proper and got more towards the outskirts. Land was cheap all over in Colson, but she'd opted for a cheaper plot on the fringes, maybe 15 minutes from the core of town, partly because it had a nice one bedroom, two bathroom house pre-built on it, no prior owner. The overall package was decently cheap, not too big, and kept her close to work, checking all the boxes without requiring the social immediacy of an apartment complex, of which there was a grand total of maybe two in Colson anyways. No, she thought, both at the time and now, this was the right place for her. A good step on the path to getting her life in order again, a path she liked to think she was close to the end of.

Sighing softly to herself, she pulled into her driveway, seeing Dave's truck parked in as usual. Dave had the truck mostly for practical reasons, and were it not for the harsh winters Colson sometimes experienced, he probably would have opted for the most economically efficient option he could have. Still, it was nice to have a truck around, even if they didn't need it much of the time. Parking in the driveway next to the truck, she turned off the car, locked it, and walked up to the door, finding it predictably unlocked. Opening it, she called out into the house, a sharp spice striking her nose as the sounds of sizzling filled her ears.

"Dave! Home!" Jean stepped inside and closed the door behind her, walking through the house to their relatively small kitchen. Jean couldn't help but smile as she saw Dave working over the stovetop, and dropped her purse on the counter as she strolled over to him, throwing her arms around his broad waist. The massive brown jackal peered under his shoulder and smiled wide at her. Though Jean wasn't short, sitting around 5'9, Dave still towered over her at around 6'4, not counting his ears. Jean never minded his size though, if anything, it made her a bit more comfortable around him.

"Hey, Jean. How was work?" He brought his arm down around her, pulling her into his chest as he let what was cooking simmer. Jean sighed and hugged tight against her boyfriend.

"Some dumb kid called in, didn't know what the hell he wanted." She said, then stopped for a moment. "Or, I guess, he did, but he still wasn't too sure about it." Dave drew his mouth into a slant, giving her a tight embrace, but trying not to crush her.

"Another one of those?" He asked, sympathetic. "Think he'll be back?" Jean sighed again.

"Yeah, probably. I have a way of turning these little shits into repeat customers. Janice pretends to love it, but I've told you how she is." Dave nodded, leaning his back into the counter and letting her rest against him.

"I know it's hard, Jean. I really admire how you stick through it though." Dave said, running the back of his hand down the back of her head and neck. Jean shuddered a bit, always loving the feeling when he did that.

"Yeah, and it's not like I don't like the work, or the money, I just wish it didn't come with the shit parts." She shook her head and looked up at him. "I guess everyone has their crosses and all that. At least I have something amazing to come home to." Dave smiled even wider, his sharp teeth poking through, and Jean reached up and stroked his cheek slowly.

"I feel the exact same way." Dave said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Jean felt her face grow flush and raised to the tips of her feet, pressing back into the kiss. After a moment, she broke the kiss and the jackal pulled her into a much tighter hug than before. "I love you so much Jean."

"I love you too, hun." She replied with a tender smile. "I'll let you finish up cooking, I need to go change." Dave nodded and turned back to the dish he'd left simmering, stirring it so it wouldn't burn. Jean walked back into their bedroom and peeled off her clothes, chucking them into the hamper, bra and panties included. Given the nature of her body, Jean disliked wearing panties around the house, since they tended to only fit well right up until they didn't, making it easier to just go without and wear something loose. Tugging on a pair of sweats and a v-neck, she walked back out to see Dave scooping the food onto plates. She felt her heart warm a bit and walked closer, placing a gentle hand at Dave's back as she took her plate and followed him into the other room to sit and eat while they watched something on TV.

After a few hours of television and cuddling, mostly cuddling, Jean and Dave decided to move to the bedroom, although whether sleep would soon come was entirely up to question. Jean slid neatly under her side of the covers, while Dave lifted them and crawled under, being much too large to do something that smooth. He gently wrapped his arms around the skink's stomach and kissed her shoulder, letting his body heat pick up where her body tended to fail. The reptile smiled softly and laid her hands over his, guiding them gently. The jackal was careful in bed, a bit much for her tastes, but she appreciated the slow burn as they grew more and more comfortable with each other. He helped her find her personal boundaries, which were surprisingly shallow for a woman of her occupation, at least to the outside observer. In her bedroom, a loving touch and slow, deliberate movements carried much more weight than ropes, whips, or leathers ever could. Her time with her boyfriend was her time to be safe. Nevertheless, she still guided her boyfriend to the more sensitive spots on her body. In a way, it made things more intimate, she thought as she curled his hand over her breast, letting him knead it gingerly. She felt much closer to him when she had to engage, and it avoided the awkward reverse arms race that some couples went through in bed. She was more than content to guide him, just as he was to guide her.

Dave slid his hand across her stomach, lifting the hem of her shirt and stroking the smooth rubbery skin that ran up the middle of her belly and chest. Jean smiled, enjoying his touch, and leaned her head back to kiss his cheek. A bit surprised, the reptile's eyes went a bit wide as she felt Dave casually slide his hand down into her sweats. Her smile twisted into a small grin, and she let him roam his hands independently for a bit. He'd been getting braver with her recently, more willing to explore her without guidance, which was also appreciated, in its own way. She gasped a bit as she felt him jump right to her crotch, stroking the warm rim of sensitive skin between her thighs. The jackal tightened his arm around her and gently prodding his finger inside, meeting a hot lump of ridged skin almost immediately and starting to swirl his finger around the end of it. Jean groaned, feeling her cocks push out of the rim, parting into two as they cleared it.

"Daaaave..." She moaned softly. "What are you doooiiing?" Dave just kept smiling and tenderly wrapped his hand around her left cock, rubbing the tip slowly as it started to drip and spreading the precum around as it came out.

"What does it feel like, Jean?" He replied, chuckling a bit. "I'm getting ready to fuck you, unless you don't want to for some reason?" Jean shook her head rapidly, pushing her sweats down and taking her right cock in her own hand, starting to pump it slowly. Dave pushed his shorts down and laid his cock right along the cleave of the reptile's ass, letting her think about it while he kept warming her up. Jean seemed a bit impatient though, starting to rock her hips back and forth, simultaneously rubbing his cock against her ass and pushing her cock through his hand.

"Well, don't leave a girl waiting, Davey." Jean said back, shifting her hips and thighs around to catch his cock between her thighs, then rubbing them against each other with him sandwiched in the middle. The canine let out a growl, making Jean's whole body stir. He was always so much better once she'd gotten him revved up, but this was much faster than usual.

"If you say so, hun." The canine pulled his hand from her breast and traced down her back, cupping her ass and giving it a soft squeeze before pushing a finger between the soft mounds, prodding against her asshole. Without a second's delay, he pushed the finger inside and started moving it around roughly, stretching her ass open. Jean let out a heavy moan, feeling him quickly add another finger and start scissoring them apart to spread her wider and wider. After a bit of playing around, Dave was satisfied, pulling his hand away and using it to guide his cock to her rim.

"Mmmmm, yes, Dave, please n-" She cut herself off with a sharp cry as her mate pushed fully inside her, filling her tightly. The reptile's walls hugged his length as he forced himself deep, his warmth resting in her core and stretching her to accommodate him.

"I thought I'd try taking the lead for once, just to see how you liked the change of pace." Her mate said with a grunt as he started to thump his hips against her ass, smoothly thrusting his canine meat in and out of her. "Dom the dom, or something like that." Jean just nodded breathlessly and started pumping her right cock quickly, feeling Dave do the same to her left. Using his free hand, he pushed under her shirt and cupped her pert left breast, pressing his thumb against the nipple as he started kneading it, much rougher than before. Jean curled her tail around him tightly, feeling him push into her slickly, his warm precum splattering on her walls.

Dave kept pumping and began tweaking her nipple bluntly with his thumb, rolling it in circles as his mate cheered him on with a series of whimpers and cries, which he met with grunts and groans. The jackal felt his need grow more ravenous, and slammed his cock fully inside the reptile, then rolled her onto her stomach and raised her to her hands and knees. Jean, her mind flooding with urges and wants, buried her face in the pillow in front of her and started rocking back, forcing the thick canine cock in and out faster and faster, harder and harder. Dave gripped the headboard with both hands and used the leverage to thrust even quicker, the wet slaps of their hips meeting turning into an almost constant drone, only interrupted by the skink's loud wails. The jackal's ballsack swung counter to him, slapping just below Jean's cocks each time he slid back out. Dave fought to keep himself in check, not wanting to lose his rhythm, but the way that Jean was near-screaming his name was making that hard, so he felt himself start to approach his climax.

Jean's eyes snapped open and she jolted up to all fours again, feeling something hot and round start to slap against her rim with each pound of his thick cock. His knot! She thought, suddenly filled with a deep need to have it inside her. Happily humping away, feeling the lizard's walls tightening and pulsing around him, the jackal slowed a bit, and started working her ass more and more loose with his knot, letting it push into her little by little. Every bit more made his mate ache all the more, making her long for the stretching, the fullness she'd feel when he knotted her and unleashed his load into her ass. The thought alone was bringing her close, not to mention the doubled attention from both herself and her mate. Her cocks dripped more and more, getting close to her own explosive response, and she felt her stomach start to tighten with the impending climax. This squeezed the canine all the harder, but he was determined, forcing the knot ever deeper with each stroke, fighting her walls wider and wider.

"Dave- I- please! Cock, cum now!" Jean stumbled out, much too focused on the welling ache of euphoria in her dicks, much too close to her climax to edge back now. Dave took the hint though, and rammed his knot inside her, feeling it slot in tight and start to swell, stretching her to her limit as he reached his own. The lizard wailed, feeling twin streams of cum shoot from her cocks, drawing ropes across the sheets as her mate caved in, letting loose a torrent of thick, hot seed inside her, the warmth pushing deep into her core. Dave's balls pulled up close to his body as his cock milked more cum from them to push inside of his mate, filling her up with shot after shot of his seed. Jean felt wave after wave of ecstasy as Dave's cock pulsed against her taut walls, sending waves of pleasure shooting through both of them. Unable to take anymore, Jean collapsed into the bed, her ass still held up by the canine knot stuck inside her. However, this made her moan once more as she felt the heavy cum, now aided by gravity, work it's way deeper into her belly, filling her body with more of her mate's warmth.

Curling his arm around her stomach carefully, Dave rolled them over, letting her lay on his chest. The skink panted heavily and looked down her body, then weakly stretched her hand out, reaching between her thighs. She patted around for a moment and sighed contentedly when she found her mate's large sack, trying to fit it all in one palm as she stroked and rolled his balls around in her fingers. Jean stroked one of his balls with her thumb, feeling her mate's sack loosen in her hand, letting her move his balls more freely.

"That was great, Dave, thank youuuuip!" Jean said, squeaking a bit as her mate took hold of both of her cocks and started gently milking them. Dave felt them starting to go soft, but very gradually hardening again under his touch. Still knotted in her, but not softening yet, Dave rocked his hips, making the hard knot tug against her walls, gripping them tight.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Dave asked softly, feeling her precum start to coat her cock heads again, slicking her back up for another round. "I'm not going to be able to fuck you again, since, y'know, my knot. Buuuut, I can still cover you in cum, if you'd like. Your cum, obviously." His hands started alternating, pumping up with one and down with the other. He wasn't sure if that made any difference to Jean, but the reptile seemed to have trouble doing much more than groan softly, so he figured he was doing good.

"...pleeeeeaase..." The skink finally said, struggling with words as he overwhelmed her sensitive cocks. "Keeeeep gooooing." The jackal just smiled and kissed her neck, licking softly at her smooth scales. With all the work she had to do, Jean deserved a little extra attention paid just to her, he thought. Dave kept pumping slowly, having little indication where she was on her way to climax, but content to just keep going on the knowledge that he was making her feel good. The lizard's eyes were closed tight, and her body grew more tense by the moment. Normally, it would take a while for her to reach a second orgasm, but the canine could tell that getting the jump on her right after her first had given him a big head start. Jean was already writhing on top of him and moaning louder and louder, her hips bucking and twitching against his forearms.

"Dave!" Jean screamed, her whole body going stiff as a board as she shot bursts of cum from each of her dicks, landing nicely along her stomach, aimed by Dave via quick reaction. The lizard groaned louder as he kept pumping, letting her orgasm finish while the cum pooled in the middle of her stomach. The jackal ran a couple fingers through the pool, depositing some of the warm seed into his mouth and swallowing it. The rest he spread around, letting it soak on her scales for a bit before wiping it off with a towel they kept by the bed. Jean's eyes stayed shut and her expression softened. Dave stroked her stomach with both hands and carefully rolled them to their sides once more.

"Goodnight Jean." He said softly, kissing her cheek. "See you in the morning." Jean might have replied, Dave thought he heard it, but she was much too far gone to say anything intelligible. What she did do was press back against him, wanting the security of him curled around her. The canine smiled, tightening his arms a bit and closing his eyes to sleep.

Jean's alarm went off, rousing both the lizard and jackal from their slumber. Jean reached out and turned the alarm off, stretching her arms and legs as she let her mind slowly whir up to speed. Rolling out of the bed and standing up, she saw Dave paw sleepily at her side of the bed, making her heart ache a bit. At least it was Friday, so she took comfort in knowing she wouldn't deny him the next morning. This morning, though, she still had work. She padded off quietly to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the heat of the water wake her up a little more as she began scrubbing herself clean. She was quick in the shower, since she had no hair of any kind, and had just finished up as Dave wandered in, looking very tired.

"Still worn out from last night?" Jean said with a smile, kissing him softly. "You gave us both quite the work out."

"Mmmmph." Was all that came back as Dave stepped into the shower, still running from the skink's turn in it. The reptile shook her head, still smiling, and walked back to their closet to get clothed for the day. She was mostly ready when the jackal walked in, just finishing up her outfit by picking out a thick jacket to ward off the cold. Dave would doubtless manage to find a random assortment that worked for him, she thought. It seemed like he had planned his wardrobe around that very act every morning.

"Dave, hun? Are you awake enough to process me right now?" Jean asked with a bit of a smirk. The canine was very much a night person, so mornings were a little taste of hell for him every day. "I have something I'd like you to do today, since it's Friday and I know you get off early."

"Hmmmm?" He replied from the closet, yanking a t-shirt over his head as undone jeans hung from his hips. "That being?"

"I want you to meet Janice today." She continued, straightening out her clothes in the mirror. "I told her that I wanted to take her out with you, get her a bit more social time than the none at all she's experiencing right now. But, since she's never met you, I figured it would be less awkward if you dropped by the shop to break the ice first. That is, if you didn't have anything going today? I don't want to fuck up your plans." Dave shook his head as he grabbed a jacket of his own, thick leather, perfect for this kind of weather.

"Nah, nothing going after work, I'll drop by around two, sound good?" He said, lacing his boots up.

"Yeah, although you might have to hang around for a bit if I have someone in around then. I can text you beforehand, let you know what my schedule is."

"Nah." Dave said, smoothing his clothes out. "If you're busy, I'll just chat with your friend for a bit, get to know her some. Can't hurt right?" Jean smiled a little bit.

"Yeah, but do watch out, she's where I picked up my sense of humor and sarcasm." Dave smiled as they both walked through the house to the front door.

"Sounds like we'll get on just fine then, I handle myself okay enough around you, I think." Jean rolled her eyes as they passed through the front door, knowing he'd figure it out later.

"That sounds fine then." She said, hugging him and giving him a soft kiss before parting away to her car. "I love you, have a good day at work, okay?"

"I love you too, Jean. Have a good day." She waved to him as she sat down into her car, turning it on and letting it warm as Dave did the same and pulled out, driving off. After a moment, she did the same, following the familiar route to the Black Box. Traffic was light and the wind wasn't as strong today, so Jean's walk into the store was much easier than the day before. Janice was up and around, surprisingly, and was poking around the stock on the shelves.

"Taking stock?" Jean asked, her voice tinted with a bit of snarkiness. "Or... shopping?" Janice looked back and shrugged her shoulders, then went back to the shelf.

"Girl has needs." She replied, her tone flat. "Some better satisfied alone."

"Mmmm, yes, because you've tried so hard to satisfy them any other way recently." Jean smirked and rolled her eyes, walking off to change once more.

"Hey, not all of us have rhino dick waiting at home, okay?" Janice plucked a particularly large toy off of the top of the shelf, a novelty dildo that she eyed in a very nonnovel manner. "Girl has to make do with what she has. Or what she can purchase for a reasonable price at a local store or online." Jean laughed from the back, the door cracked a bit so she could still hear.

"Hey, be fair to Dave, it's not rhino dick, it's more like a horse with a knot at the bottom." Jean called out as she finished checking the board for the day. No appointments, so no need to change, so she kept her street clothes on and wandered out. "Besides, it's not like anything's stopping you from finding your own "rhino cock waiting at home", you just have to poke your nose out there again."

"You know perfectly well why I don't." Janice said, her tone getting a bit serious. "I've said it a few dozen times now, but I'm still very surprised you ever did." Jean sighed as she sat down, not reaching for her book this time.

"I did it because I needed to. I needed to heal. I'm not gonna make you do it, not yet at least, but I think it would help you heal too. It's been a long time, Jan." The skink said, her voice sympathetic. She had to be very careful not to push too hard, she didn't want to sit next to a pissed off lynx all day, nor did she want to upset her friend. Somethings needed to be pushed though, and this was one of them.

"I'm gonna need more convincing than that." Janice said, then went silent, pretending to keep looking over the shelves. Jean waited for a moment, then sighed again, taking the bait.

"For me, I guess it was a little different." She started. "I needed it to help stabilize myself. You know, since my whole identity had been in flux for years. I mean, hell, here I'd been done with treatment for ages, fully finished up and looking good other than the whole rough street rat thing, but I was still so insecure that I couldn't even bring myself to dress like I wanted. Now, I... well..." The reptile paused, thinking, struggling with her thoughts for a moment.

"Jean, you don't actually have to..." Janice trailed off, knowing she was dead wrong.

"Yeah, I do, you know that. Somethings have to come out." Jean said, confidence returning to her voice. "I'm still insecure. Life's a process, and you're never really done with it, that's just how it goes. I still let stupid things shake me. I still go home and have little breakdowns to Dave after hard days, because I can't stand how some of the people who come in here see me as the one thing I don't want to be. I don't want to be trans, Janice, just like you don't want to be broken. I want to be female, like you want to be you again. I have no idea if either of us will really, actually get there, but... I mean, fuck, we have to try, right? Why do you think I read all this shit? I'm trying to make myself into a person, not an object. One of these days, both of us are gonna leave this building, and not come back. For me, it'll be when I know I'm the woman I want to be, and when I'm done being the transgirl I am now. My body's there already, my mind ain't though. What about you? What's gotta change for you to feel done with it?"

"Too damn much." Janice said, walking back to the desk and making no effort to hide the tears lightly trailing down her cheeks. "You know that. But, I guess if I have to pick out the key bits... three things, maybe?"

"And those are?" Jean asked as Janice sat down, reaching over to wipe the tears off her face, which Janice abided simply because she was too tired to keep up the callous act. "You know I'll help you every step of the way."

"Should we really be talking about this?" Janice asked, looking around a bit as anxiety crept into her voice. "I mean, you might have someone come in, not a lot of point if-" Jean cut in, not buying it for a moment.

"No clients today, but nice try. Come on, you write my appointments every day, you think I don't know you know that?" Jean stood and walked to the door, closing the window blinds and turning over the "Back in one hour" sign in the door's window. "Talk, please." Janice sighed, her voice shuddering a bit as she started crying softly.

"First thing, is... yeah, I want someone to love me. Someone to love. Someone so I don't just sit alone, thinking back to all the painful shit we went through. Someone... to make new memories with, good ones." Jean nodded and listened as she walked back to her seat.

"I can help you with that. I've gotten into some more stable circles. People who don't brush broken glass out of the spot where they sleep every night. Good people." Janice smiled a bit, appreciating the bit of levity.

"Second, I need to move out of that shithole apartment. I know it's better than where we used to be, but I've let it turn into a pit of memories. You'll help me look?" Jean nodded, and Janice nodded back, continuing. "Third... I need to... my arms, Jean, you know. Please don't make me say it." Jean hopped up and pulled Janice into a tight hug, feeling her shake as she started crying harder and harder.

"We'll figure something out. I'll do some looking, price things out, we'll get it done, I promise." Janice just nodded and let the tears stream freely.

"I'm kind of jealous, you know." Janice said. "I basically raised you, and even through all that hell, look at how good you're doing. I'm... I'm real fucking proud of you, Jean." Jean hugged tighter, burying her face in Janice's neck as she started to cry.

"Fuck, you couldn't let yourself cry alone could you?" Jean joked from behind the tears. She paused for a minute, breathing deep and collecting herself. "I'm proud of you too, you know. Not many people could have lived through all the shit you did. Addiction, abuse, homelessness, fuck, Jan, you've seen some shit that would test veterans. Don't ever feel like you're not doing well, and don't put an asterisk on it either. I mean you're doing well aside of those things, not despite them. You're not half the failure you think you are."

"Now who's trying to make who cry?" Janice said with a smile, sighing after a moment. "Okay, let's finish up our little therapy session and open back up. I'm not looking to drop numbers over this shit." Jean laughed a bit.

"Ever the entrepreneur, huh? Alright, yeah, let's get on with it." Jean said, standing to walk to the door. "Just don't forget about this conversation, okay?" Jean flipped the sign and turned, finding Janice meet her eyes.

"I won't, Jean. I swear, I won't."

"Hey, Jerry, I'm cutting out for the day, you need anything done before I go?" Dave asked, poking his head into his boss' office.

"Nah, not today Dave, long as you have your work orders set. We're not picking anyone up until spring starts and construction gets busy again, you're good to go." The bison replied. "I'm probably out too once I finish up with these reports from Jason and Spencer, seems like everything's going pretty okay here." Jerry sighed and looked over his desk.

"Work got you stressed, boss?" Dave asked as he stepped into the room. He looked at his watch, noting that it was only about 12:30, so he had some time to kill. "We'll say I clocked out already, just asking as a friend." Jerry looked over his desk again and pushed the reports to the side as Dave closed the door and sat down.

"Nah, it's my fuckin' kid, Dave. He's a senior, right, supposed to be getting independent and shit? That's just kids, Mary keeps telling me." Jerry started, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a bit. "But, thing is, he's been acting all weird, going out and coming back late. Normally, dad'd be proud of that, son's pulling some tail, making his way, figuring shit out. He ain't that way though. Love him to death, but Ransom's a fuckin' geek. Not a bad thing, smart kid, good grades, got a good future going for him, couldn't be happier. Shit's getting weird though, and he seems to think he's hiding it well. Now, Mary, she just turns a blind eye to it, sayin' shit about how "All boys his age are like that" and "He's probably afraid that we won't like her", which, again, would be proud if that was it, but it ain't. Not sure about you, but I never come home from a date limpin' and movin' slow. Claws down the back, neck a little chewed up, maybe, sure, but nothing like this. Kid's actin' like he was beat to hell, and he's done this three or four times now." Dave's brow furrowed as he thought about what Jerry told him.

"So what're you going to do, Jer?" Dave asked, his hands folded in front of his mouth. "Maybe just ask him about it?"

"Ah, I can't be sure, Dave." Jerry said, a bit frustrated. "I mean, yeah, that's what it's gonna come down to, because I don't want Ransom getting hurt out there, literally. I think he's gonna clam up when I ask him though, it's gonna take some prodding."

"Well, I don't envy you a bit, Jer. Hell, shit like this is why I don't even want kids. Too much work."

"It's mostly worth it, but it's good that you're sure one way or the other." Jerry replied, stretching his arms. "I'm gonna let you head out of here though, no point in talkin' too much about this, one of those things you gotta just do. Before you go though, since we're off the record, what are you off to? You usually stay until two even if there's not much going on." Dave stood and stretched as well, loosening his own tie.

"Meeting up with my girlfriend and one of her friends, wants me to meet her. They're pretty thick, and we've been together for a while, so she thought it was important." Jerry nodded, pulling the papers back across his desk.

"You keep treatin' that lady good, she'll treat you good, Dave." Jerry said as he started idly flipping through the pages to find his place again. "Most guys, I'd say be a little careful, but I know you. You ain't a slouch when it comes to that kinda thing. If you're with 'er, she's a good one."

"Thanks Jerry, that means a lot." Dave said as he walked to the door.

"Thanks for listenin', Dave." The bison called after him, looking down at the reports once more.

"Anytime, boss." Dave replied, closing the door behind him and making his way out to his car. It was warmer today, hopefully Jean would be feeling alright when he got there. He pulled out his phone and saw a text from Jean, looked like she'd been busy and didn't get to message him until about an hour before.

"Schedule's clear today, swing by whenever, two's still fine if that's when you want to." It said, so Dave looked at the time. It was a bit past one, so when he got there it'd be maybe 1:30. Not too far off, he thought, but maybe he could stop on the way there, pick up some food.

"On my way out, you and Janice want me to pick up lunch on the way there?" He sent back, starting his car. Jean started typing and Dave decided to wait for her response, figuring it would be better to not read it on the road. After a moment, the reply came.

"Sandwiches would be easy, just stop by whatever place you pass on the way here." Dave replied with an "okay" and "I love you", then started off down the road. Lucky for all of them, he quickly remembered he would pass his favorite deli on the way there, so he decided that would be where he stopped. He swung in, ordered quickly what Jean had sent for him to get, and hopped back in his car when it was ready. Before long, he was at the Black Box, and he parked next to Jean's sedan in the back, not wanting to clog up the small front parking lot with his truck. He headed to the front, carrying the three bags with him. As he approached the door, a dragon carrying a few very full bags hurried out of the shop, flinging the door open as he left. "That's how we stay in business, Jean." Dave heard someone say from inside.

"Knock knock." Dave said as he walked in the door. "Got the food for you." Dave looked over the room, noting the vast selection on the walls, some of which would probably make him blush if he looked too close. As his eyes swept the room, his eyes met the front desk and brought him up to see Jean and a lynx in a zip-up jacket, presumably Janice.

"Hey hun." Jean said, hopping up from her seat and walking over to give him a hug and a kiss. She gestured from Dave to Janice and back again. "Dave, that's Janice. Janice, this is Dave. Be nice."

"Aww." Janice said, her voice actually genuine. "You two are sooo cute. Stop it." With that, the sincere tone dropped. Dave laughed a bit, admiring the acting ability.

"I see where you get it from now, Jean." He said, walking over and laying the sandwiches on the table.

"What do you mean?" Jean replied, feigning confusion as she unsleeved her sandwich.

"Oh, you brought sandwiches? Is one of them mine?" Janice asked, her tone genuine once more. Dave rolled his eyes, thinking she was double-dipping on the bit a little quick.

"Yeah, this one, Jan, here." Jean said, handing her the sandwich. Janice unwrapped the sandwich and opened the bread to look at what she was getting. Dave arched an eyebrow, slowly starting to think she wasn't joking.

"Tuna, really?" Janice said as she took a big bite out of it, chewing it quickly. "Fuck you, Jean." By this point, Dave, just gave up, realizing Jean was playing a joke on her.

"What? Cats love tuna." Jean replied with a wry smirk.

"Speciest bitch." Janice mumbled over her sandwich. "I mean, you were right, but still, fuck you. Thanks for the food, Dave." The jackal just looked around the room, unsure of what to say, and found a chair, sitting down.

"Don't worry hun, you'll get into the swing of it." Jean said as she started eating her sandwich, handing Dave his so he would do the same.

"So Dave," Janice began, having polished off half of her sandwich already. How did a little cat like her eat that much so quick, Dave wondered. "What do you do? Jean never told me."

"I work management at a construction agency, tell guys where to go, get the logistics done for contractor assignments." Dave replied, gnawing through his sandwich at a steady clip.

"Sounds boring as fuck." Janice said, making Jean roll her eyes.

"Janice, come on." Jean started, but Dave cut her off.

"Nah, she's right." He said with a chuckle. "It's dull as hell, but it puts money on the table. Good money, so fuck it, I'll do it."

"Good man. Jean tell you much about this place, other than what she does?" Janice asked.

"Not too much, I mean, I can see it's a sex shop, and it looks like you have a good variety over there on the shelf."

"Yeah," Janice said with a smile. "Quite the selection. Finish up eating and I'll give you the sales pitch." Her tone, on top of what she just said, made Jean go pale, insofar as a lizard can.

"Uh, Janice..."

"What? I'm just trying to get to know your boyfriend, Jean." Janice said, not even trying to fake innocence. "Maybe you two will learn something today."

"Alright." Dave said, making Jean's eyes mimic dinner plate. "I'll be quick, just give me a second." Dave started chewing through the rest of his sandwich as Jean looked around the room, as if trying to find where logic had run off to.

"Excellent." Janice said, standing up and walking around the desk.

"Dave, she's just messing with you, you don't have to humor her on this, I mean it." Jean said, a bit of worry in her voice.

"Jean, I honestly do want to. I'm tired of being a wimp, sexually." Dave said, his tone a bit shaky. "I mean, yeah, we fuck, and it's really good, but I've been closeminded for most of our relationship to give you room to breathe, and to let myself feel things out. I'm doing this because I trust you, and I want to make you happier."

"Adorable." Janice quipped, half serious. "Let's start over here, Dave." Jean felt her body relax and an odd sense of peace come over her as she thought about what Dave said. He really did trust her, she thought. Not that she doubted, she was just amazed that he was so willing to break out of his comfort zone for her sake.

"Alright, Janice, although I'd like to stay away from harder S&M material. Jean gets enough of it here, and I frankly don't have the heart for it."

"Understandable." Janice said, nodding. "That's considerate of you. Speaking of considerate, let's look at some things you can get that might enhance things for her. Over here we have a pretty decent number of vibrators. Given the situation you two have, I'd advise you towards a pill vibe that you'd tape on, or some kind of wand, since a normal insertable vibrator is probably just going to get in the way." Dave nodded and picked over the choices in front of him, slowly working across the inventory of the store.

Jean felt her mind grow distant, mixed with strange emotions as she watched her best friend and coworker introduce her boyfriend to a new level of sexual interaction. It was more than a bit surreal, and she wasn't quite sure how to process it. The grounding stake in her mind was the idea that Dave was doing this for her sake, that he wanted to be better for her, which definitely explained the sudden change of approach he'd taken the night before. Something about the interaction made a part of her brain twitch, stirring things in her that she hadn't felt before. Perhaps it was Dave's expression, trying desperately to hide the anxiety he was feeling. Jean knew him too well by now, she could see right through the thin guise. Maybe it was the forced confidence in his posture, something like him not wanting to back down. He was scared to death right now, and justifiably so. When Jean had met him, Dave was a virgin. He didn't know any of this shit, it was all completely new. He was doing this for her. Unable to resist the urge, Jean hugged around Dave's waist from behind, giving him a hard squeeze.

"Thank you, Dave." The lizard said, wobbling a bit as she bit back her emotions. "It means a lot that you would do this."

"Knock it off, Jean, this is too much romance novel for a sex toy shop." Janice said, not missing an opportunity to rain on someone's parade.

"Jean, really, it's okay." Dave said sincerely.

"I know, it's just... it really shows how deep you care." Jean said as she rubbed her eyes on the jackal's shirt. "Sorry, I'll pack it in a bit. Plenty of time for crying and emotions when we get home." Janice carried the things Dave had picked out to the counter and started ringing them up, letting them have their moment. She could spoil it again, sure, but she figured she'd let Jean be a teenager for once, since she never really got to.

"I'll give you a cut, Dave." She said, totaling the bill. "Don't expect another, one-time thing. Icy heart got defrosted for a second and you two made me feel "things" again."

"Awww, Janice, I-"

"The cut's an incentive to never do it again." The lynx continued. "Shit would fall apart without the ice holding it together. You could have killed me." Janice's ever-sardonic, yet flat tone bellied no joking, even if both the jackal and lizard knew she was. Definitely not a bad actress, Dave thought to himself. Jean got up and hugged her friend, who kept trying to look like she was apathetic, but the guise was wearing thin.

"Come on hun, let's head home." Dave said, placing his hand at Jean's back. "Gotta break these things in, right?" Jean smiled and nodded, walking to the door with him.

"Try not to hurt yourselves, you still have work on Monday, Jean." Janice called after them as they left through the front. "And a bruised asshole ain't a proper sick day excuse." Janice sighed to herself as the door shut behind them, relinquishing herself to a few more hours of manning the desk. The hours passed slow, a few more customers coming in, all of them declining the half-hearted offer for help if they needed it. It was just as well, Janice was exhausted socially. Keeping a positive, not-as-abrasive attitude around Jean's boyfriend had drained her more than she'd thought. Looking back, the way she acted likely looked very awkward to him, a mix of humor and sarcastic bitchiness that made her look like a manic-depressive. It was just as well, she supposed. Not like they had to be best friends or anything, Jean had just wanted them to meet and so they had. A bit of guilt passed over her as she thought about how she'd inadvertently forced Dave's insecurities out into the open with what was intended as a simple joke. Why'd I have to commit to it like that? Fuck, all that emotional gushing makes me feel so weird. Janice was much too used to the sarcasm and deadpan that her relationship with Jean entailed, none of that overly-expressive shit. Part of her started reconsidering if that was even for her as she felt her phone buzz. It was a text from Jean.

"Thanks for what you did today. I know it was hard, and I really appreciate it, even if it got really weird towards the end. I was thinking about it, and I decided we should get around to getting you out more, socially, sooner rather than later. Mostly so we don't forget or start stacking up excuses. I know its short notice, but do you have anything going tomorrow? I think it would be a good time to get started on it." Janice contemplated not answering the text at all, but a bit of will in her forced her to send back a simple "yeah, sure". Jean would set up the times beyond that, and that was fine, it's not like there was anything on Janice's agenda tomorrow anyways. Mostly just more of what she did here and at home, sitting around, reading, and feeling out of place. She shrugged, looking at the time as she shook the thoughts from her head, setting about to closing up the shop for the day. It would be a long night for her, but they all were anymore.

After she locked up all the doors, Janice walked out to her car, driving home as the sun fully set and dark fell over the town. A bit of a crack emerged in her mind as her headlights flicked on while she drove. Something about the serenity of the night, the absolute lack of traffic maybe, was getting to her. Feeling something creep up from her stomach, she turned wrong at the next intersection, heading out of town. She drove, absentminded, for a bit longer and saw a dirt road on her right, then took it. Once she was a ways off the road, the lynx stepped out of her car, climbing up to sit on the back. The moon was full, or nearly, it didn't matter much. What stuck out to Janice was the clearness of the sky. The clouds had all disappeared with the sun, leaving the milky white moon alone, dominating the void-like skyline. Finally, after watching the monolith languish in the black for a bit, she broke. Tears ran from her eyes, but the feline wasn't crying. No sobbing would be heard, no harshness on the throat, none of that. Just silent tears, for no one but her to see. That's how it was, not always, but for so long.

Janice thought back to a time when she was younger, only a teenager, and found herself on the streets, in the dirt and grime of Escare, a port city some miles away from Colson. She lived alone, homeless save for when a "boyfriend" would lend her a couch for a night or two, never really sure what the next day would bring. Small bits of the fur on her right arm, just around the elbow, were gone, showing round scars underneath. Such things were fairly common in Escare, and she was just another number on a sheet as far as it concerned anyone who had the means to help. She didn't care much, or told herself that and refused to think about it. Her home hadn't been much of a home to her, so she left it when she found a chance, running from a small suburb to the lights of the coastline. This resulted poorly, as it tended to, but she wouldn't return home, as there was nothing for her to go back to. Instead, resolute, she kept forcing herself to stand back up every day, even if that meant never taking a step forward afterward.

Things changed a bit one day when she wandered out of an alley she'd holed up in for the night, and started looking around for something to do to make a bit of scratch to eat. She wasn't legal yet, so stripping wasn't much of an option since she didn't have the cash or sources to get a fake ID. When she was desperate, she would sell herself, but often, she was able to find a way to get by, the odd job here or there that someone sympathetic would "donate" to a "poor girl in need". Yet again, no complaints from her, money was money, food was food, and juice was juice. The juice was something she recently had decided to try to kick, since it was seriously cutting into her food, but time would tell how well her will would hole. Regardless, she found little around the alley, and set forth onto the street. This wasn't a great side of town, made clear by all the homeless like her littering the streets and the various "establishments" that were abound on either side of the road, but to call it the red light district would be to make a big deal of a little slum. It wasn't anything great by anyone's standards, but it was home for now.

The lynx looked up and down the stretch of road, seeing mostly familiar faces and places; same shit, different day. One thing did catch her eye though, a young kid walking down the road in beat up, dirty clothes. Janice was sympathetic at heart as she looked on, seeing a boy that age wandering alone, no doubt in a similar place as her, but her sympathy would stop there. She had enough trouble taking care of herself, after all. And so, she went back to scanning and scavenging the streets. Her ears were perked, listening for anything that might mean money, and thereby food. A few stifled voices becoming stern, but still quiet, from behind her took her attention, and she turned to see the kid from before talking to a couple of rough-looking men in colors. Janice sighed, knowing that she couldn't very well turn a blind eye to this. Passive dismissal was one thing, but ignoring someone's life being ruined was a whole different matter. As she walked close, she recognized the two men, one was Cameron, an ex of hers, and the other was his friend, Norton. Both were fledglings to the gang that ran this area, and were how she met her supplier. Doubtless they were looking to score a recruitment bonus and boost their standing a bit.

"Hey, Cam, been a bit, hasn't it?" Janice said, making the hyena turn, while his vulpine companion kept talking to the young lizard. "Mind if I talk to you about something for minute?" As she looked past the pair, she could see the boy was scared as hell, and probably had no idea how this had happened. Such was the way of things, but she hoped to give him a second chance.

"Fuck off, Jan. Kid's coming with us, and your bleeding heart shit ain't gonna stop us." Cam said over his shoulder, turning away from her. "We were just about to introduce this kid to the family, and far as I remember, you told me real clear that you ain't family." The lynx snorted a bit, frustrated. Fine then, she thought, no fucking around.

"I'll make it worth the loss. No bullshit." She said, seeing both sets of ears perk. "Whatever you want, one night, sound good to you? Plenty of kids to turn who won't get chewed up in initiation anyways. This one won't make it to day two, and new blood isn't any good when it's dead."

"Both of us?" The fox asked, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at her, making Cam turn as well.

"Whatever you want, just no leaving me dead or dying if you can help it."

"Awful selfless of you. Where the fuck was that when we were together?" Cam snapped at her.

"Nowhere, which is why I said "one night", not "get back together"." Janice replied, her tone cold and flat.

"Fair enough." Cam said, shoving the lizard over to her. "My place, tonight, around nine. No sleepovers."

"I'll be there." Janice said back, putting her hand at the kid's back and guiding him away. The two men chuckled to each other, obviously tickled at their lucky score, and the feline shook her head in derision as she walked away. After they got back into the alley safely, Janice sat down into her nook, patting a spot on the mat she slept on. The boy sat and looked up at her, his copper eyes wide and vibrant against the smoky scales around them. Upon closer inspection, his clothes were more tattered than she'd thought. In fact, there was holes along the ends of his jacket and pants, and the fabric of both was heavily frayed at the ends.

"Who are you?" The kid asked. Janice sat back and kept examining the kid, unsure of what to do now.

"My name's Janice, what's yours?"

"Tim." The kid said, seeming to relax. "Who were those guys, did you know them?"

"Yeah, I know them. They're in a gang, don't talk to people who wear those colors of clothes, okay?" Janice said, deadly serious. "How old are you, Tim?"

"13. I've been looking for somewhere to stay, my parents..." Janice didn't have to ask, she knew what happened from the look in the kid's eyes. His parents must've overdosed. Way, way too common around here, and it drove a more resolute desire to get clean into her heart.

"Stay with me. I ain't got much, but hell, it's something. You help me out, we'll make ends meet, sound good?" The young lizard nodded, hopping up as Janice also stood. "Good, let's go figure out where to get some food."

Janice's mind drifted forward, then stumbled, running over an old pain. The years crawled after that. They found places to stay, but never stuck to one for long. One such time, they were living with a boyfriend of Janice's, which was due to explode anytime now, as he was starting to get rough with her, and Janice had been through too much shit to tolerate it in the slightest anymore. The young lizard had grown up, 16 now to Janice's 20, and changed more than any teenager should have to.

"Jean," Janice called into the spare bedroom where her boyfriend let the skink stay. "Jean, are you in there?" The name was still foreign on her tongue. Still new. She found herself still making the odd mistake, but a month of strong effort helped her reprogram the last few years. Jean must have been dealing with those feelings for a long time with no real knowledge of how to fix them, so she was more than glad to help in any way she could. For now though, she was annoyed. She had just gotten off from her shitty job at the local corner store, after listening to her boss complain about how things weren't good. She would probably get fired soon, so she was mentally preparing, and not in the mood for any bullshit.

"Uh... yeah." The teen replied. "What do you neeeed?" Janice's eyes narrowed as she heard the clear slurring. She looked down at the handle, remembering the room had no lock.

"Okay, I was just checking, I'm going to go change now." She made a couple muted steps on the carpeted floor, just enough to sound like she'd walked away. Then, after waiting a moment, she burst through the door, finding Jean on her bed, with her shirt knotted around her arm, a makeshift tourniquet. Janice didn't even need to see a needle before flying into a rage, letting out a roar as Jean's copper eyes shot wide open.

"Janice, I can expl-"

"WHAT. THE FUCK. ARE YOU DOING." Janice screeched, her normally placid face demeanor now resembling a visage of hell's own fury. "Get that shit away from your arm. Now." Jean, scared out of her scales, tossed her rig away, letting it fall on the floor before Janice.

"You know I just got off of this shit, right? You know the hell I'm going through because of it?" The lynx yelled. "Never mind bringing it around a recovering addict, you have the fucking gall- no, fucking idiocy to try it for yourself? How long have you been using this shit?" The reptile's gaze went straight to the bed as she curled into a ball, her knees tucking up to her yet flat chest.

"Couple weeks." She replied quietly. "Not long."

"And just fucking why? How?"

"Mark's been giving it to me, he told me that it would help me get over..." Jean trailed off, starting to shake a bit, but Janice didn't notice.

"Get over what? Fuck, you realize how expensive this shit is? We're trying to get out of here, aren't we?"

"Mark told me that I'm just gay, and that shooting up would help me get over feeling bad. Feeling wrong. I didn't know what else to do." Jean was crying now and had let her grip fall loose, making her sprawl on the bed top. Janice felt her body grow cold.

"Jean..." She sighed and sat next to Jean, stroking down her bare back. "Jean. We have to get you off of that shit now. It's still early, you have time. I don't want you to end up like me. I'll be right back." Janice then stood, taking the needle and walking to the bathroom, emptying the contents into the toilet and flushing it, then throwing the needle out the nearest window. When she came back into the bedroom, Jean was sitting up, her body limp, and her expression desolate and shattered. Poor kid doesn't need this shit, Janice thought. She sat back down and pulled the young lizard into a hug, holding her there for a long time.

Janice kept her eyes trained on the moon as her mind trailed aimlessly through her past. It felt like time for things to change, to get better. Fuck if it isn't scary though, she thought. Her breath plumed into condensate in front of her and Janice felt the cold bite her, having been chilling her this entire time. She slipped her phone from her pocket and saw that Jean had texted her well over an hour before. Janice sighed, knowing her friend would be upset that something might have happened. The lynx started writing a text, but then thought better of it and called Jean directly. The phone rang several times before Janice realized she didn't check the time, only how old the message was. Before she could pull her phone away to check, Jean picked up.

"Please just tell me you're okay, Janice." A worried tone came across the line.

"I'm fine, Jean. How'd you know I wasn't just sleeping?"

"The three or four voicemails on your home phone would have eventually annoyed you enough to respond. Where are you?" Janice looked around and found that she really had no clue.

"Outside of town a bit. Mood came over me and I needed to not be home. Speaking of which..." She trailed off, growing a bit nervous at asking for help.

"Yeah?" Jean replied. "Do you need something, Jan? Just ask."

"Can I stay with you for a few days? I... need to not be in that apartment."

"Door's unlocked, I'll dress up the couch like a bed." Jean said with certainty. "If you don't get here in half an hour, I'm coming looking for you." Janice smiled, the expression making her feel the tears frosted on her fur.

"Alright, Jean, thank you. I'll be there soon." Janice hung the phone up and got into her car, deciding that, as much as she'd hate to, it would be best to run through her apartment quickly and grab some clothes. Instinct and experience rose to her mind as she remembered exactly where her overnight bag and a choice set of clothes were. It wasn't the first time she'd needed to clear out of a house in mere minutes, but she prayed it would be the last. In any event, this would also give Jean time to prepare.

Jean was hoping for just that as she readied the living room for her visitor, asking Dave over and over again if he was okay, none-too-subtly projecting her anxiety onto her boyfriend. She finished putting makeshift sheets over the couch cushions in a vain attempt to make it feel more like a bed, then bolted upright, hearing a knock at the front door. Dave wandered out to check it, deciding he should definitely be present for all of this, if only as a show of support for both Janice and Jean. The lizard scrambled to the front door and fired off another line of questioning at her mate.

"You promise you're okay with this?" Jean asked again before answering the door. Dave sighed.

"I already told you yes a bunch of times. She's your friend, she needs help, and she was kind to me, in her own way, I guess." The jackal said. "Besides, not like we can just turn her away at the door after offering her a room."

"Okay, if you're sure." Jean seemed nervous, anxious, and Dave wasn't entirely certain why. Jean, however, was very aware of what scared her. Janice was actually looking for help. The thought of being the one she relied on in a time of crisis is something she'd almost never had to do, except for the last time that Janice had gone clean, and Jean had only been 16 then. Jean took a deep breath and opened the door, finding her friend on the other side, looking very tired.

"Thank you, Jean. I needed this." The lynx said quietly, walking in. Jean just nodded and placed her hand at Janice's back, leading her off to the couch.

"You look beat to shit, did something happen?" Jean asked with concern.

"No dam is perfect, Jean. Water's gonna break eventually, and usually it breaks in the worst way possible." Janice said, yawning softly as she laid down, leaving her meager bag of clothes at the side of the couch. "Nine years of running and hiding, pushing shit down... it builds up. Learn from me. You don't want this to happen." Jean took the advice to heart, seeing the pain in her best friend's eyes like she never had before. It was a short glimpse before Janice closed them, but it was so candid she doubted she'd ever forget it.

"Can I get you anything?" The feline shook her head in response.

"I'm already taking a bed from you, I don't need anything else, but thank you." Janice stretched hard, yawning again. "Thank you so much, Jean. Seems like I did a good job with you." Jean smiled and nodded.

"I love you, Jan. Sleep well." She replied, padding off quietly to her room and outing the lights.

"I love you too, Jean." The lynx said softly, almost too quiet for Jean to hear, but the words brought tears to her eyes almost immediately. Not wanting to be caught crying, she hurried on to her room and crawled into bed with Dave, who she hugged into a rib-cracking embrace.

"Thank you, Dave."

"For?" He asked, his voice a bit choked from the squeezing, reminding him just how strong his girlfriend was.

"Everything. Being here, being with me, loving me, taking in my best friend." Jean said in a rush as silent tears ran down her cheeks. "Way too much to say in one night. Just know that it's not exaggeration when I say everything." Dave smiled and returned her embrace, holding her safe and secure in his arms like he did when they first slept together.

"Always, Jean. Always." He said softly. "Let's get some sleep, okay? I love you." Jean nodded soundlessly.

"Yeah, let's. I love you too, Dave." She replied, giving him a gentle kiss. Jean's mind wouldn't rest so easy though, instead trailing back to her first meeting with the jackal, as these tender embraces tended to have her doing. To Jean, the meeting felt like so long ago, but it was only a little over a year at this point. Dave had been a friend of someone who helped her and Janice move into Colson, and who'd helped her pick out her house. Despite the somewhat close ties, it wasn't until 3 or 4 years after the girls moved to Colson that Dave met Jean, while out together with their mutual friend. Jean later found out from her friend that it had been an elaborate attempt to set them up, which had obviously succeeded. They'd all gone to a cocktail bar, and the future couple were the only people who didn't know each other.

The jackal eyed the lizard across the table from him passively, stealing glances in what he thought was a sly way. Jean saw right through it, and thought it was cute, but after a few rounds of drinks, it was clear he wasn't going to start anything. Jean was hardly one to sit back, not after all the years of shit she'd gone through. So, she decided to move for him. She stood and walked to the bar, ordering a favorite drink of hers, something he'd like based on what he'd been drinking so far.

"Drink for you." The skink said, setting the dark glass on the table in front of him. "Swear on my life it isn't roofied. Scoot over, please." The canine would have gone red in the face were it not for his fur, but he complied, letting her in on his side of the booth.

"Aaaaand... caught." Quipped one of their male friends, a bat named Damian. "She'd probably have caught me a long time ago if I didn't have the gay." Jean rolled her eyes and sipped from her drink.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm not that much of a slut." Jean said back, prompting laughter from all but Dave, who only nervously chuckled a bit. The other two at the table started into a conversation about god knows what, so Jean thought it a good time to move in harder.

"Nervous?" She asked softly, not letting the others hear her over the music, gently stroking the jackal's outer thigh. "You don't have to be, I don't bite." Dave swallowed hard, fighting himself to relax, but his tension proved hard to shake.

"Bit, but it's not you." He lied. Jean's mouth twisted into a frown for a moment. Maybe she had misread him. "I'm just not a big drinker is all."

"Sorry about that then." Jean said, pointing to his drink, untouched on the table. "Should I go back to the other side of the booth?" She felt a bit of resignation come through, unintentional though it was. She didn't want to guilt the poor guy into anything, she was just looking to have some fun, something that she was in sore need of lately. Work had been shit, and she had been running into issues getting certain prescriptions, so she was looking forward to a night to let off some steam.

"No, no!" The jackal said quickly. His anxiety was very clearly spiking, and Jean found herself becoming more and more confused by the moment. "I'm just... not much of a partier, I guess. Not used to it." Jean smiled softly, feeling her face warm with blush as she watched him melt a bit at the sight of her. She slid her hand forward and took his, squeezing it.

"I can go slow, if that's what you need." She said, completely ignorant of the other two at the table watching them with great interest. Dave nodded and squeezed her hand back.

"Y-yeah, that would help a lot." He said, choking down his nervous stutter. "If you don't mind, that is." Jean shook her head and smiled wider. She wasn't sure she'd ever been around a guy this shy, but it was cute as hell and she was already enamored with him a bit.

"Say, it's not too cool this evening, want to take a step outside, get away from this atmosphere?" The skink asked. Dave nodded quickly in response, and rose from the booth with her, letting her lead him out by hand, as their friends looked on in mild shock. A moment or two after they passed through the door, Damian shouted.

"Fucking score! I so called that shit!" His friend, a mouse named Marriot, lightly smacked him on the head.

"Quiet down, you're making a scene, dumbass." The couple outside heard none of this, much too absorbed in each other's presence to be disturbed by much else. Jean led the jackal out to their cars and had him point out his, a truck. More room than she had in hers, Jean figured, so it was probably the better option.

"Are we going somewhere?" Dave asked as Jean opened one of the rear doors on his truck. "Not sure we should leave those two in there like that."

"They'll be fine," Jean said as she crawled in and rolled onto her back. "And no, we're not going anywhere. Hop in." Dave complied, expecting her to shift over, but was surprised when her hand wrapped behind his neck and pulled him forcefully down into her. She was stronger than she looked.

"I... uh, this is... okay?" Dave stammered out nervously.

"Very. Feel around, anywhere you'd like." Jean could tell there was no threat here, other than a potential need for heavy handholding. But hey, he was cute and she wanted to get laid. "Is it okay if I touch you too?" The canine fumbled out a nod and quiet 'yes', which Jean took as good enough. She was careful not to be too forward with her touch, since it seemed like this guy scared pretty easily, but she found no harm in gently running her hands up and down his back. The reptile kept doing this for a while, letting the jackal adjust to the pace and grow a bit more used to it. He slowly and a bit awkwardly ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, feeling her form curving softly underneath her clothes. Jean suppressed a giggle as he kept stroking her. She'd never, not once, been with someone who was this cautious in the face of such enthusiastic consent, but it was really endearing, in a way. He seemed to be really into the moment, and genuinely cared about how she was feeling, a big change of pace from her usual dating fare.

Hardly one to spoil a nice moment, Jean let her hands linger and stroke idly, playing with the hem of Dave's shirt as he grew braver and braver, exploring her hips and stomach with great interest. He squeezed and stroked and rubbed everything so softly, so tenderly, that it made the feelings much more vibrant. Jean was incredibly unused to such a tender touch, and it showed through her eagerness for more. Leaning in softly, she gave the canine a kiss, feeling his cheeks almost burning hot under his thick fur. Undeterred, and rather empowered, Jean decided that she was not only going to make Dave's night, she was going to shoot for making his month. She kissed him again, more forceful this time as she caught his attention more fully.

"Trust me?" She whispered, seeing him nod in reply. "Good, let me guide your hands." Dave's anxiety visibly rose, and one could almost hear his heart rate rise, but he didn't back down, sitting himself upright and holding his hands out for her to take. Jean smiled warmly and took his large hands carefully, as if they'd bruise at the slightest abuse. The lizard carefully led his hands to her waist, using one to push her shirt up a bit and out of the way, and the other to find the button of her jeans. While pulling his first hand down to the second, Jean looked up at Dave and gave him a nod of approval, so he undid her pants, his hands stiller than he thought they'd be. Jean took his hands again and pushed his fingers down into the tight denim, making him pull the pants down off of her hips.

"I, Jean, you're sure?" Dave asked once more, fearing she'd grow tired of it. Quite the opposite, Jean smiled, amused by the freshness of the whole encounter.

"Mhmm." She confirmed, pulling his hands back out. "I do have to warn you, Dave, I'm a little different than most girls. Are you okay with something like that?" Dave cocked an eyebrow, feeling his anxiety subside for a moment as bemusement took its place.

"How do you mean?"

"Mmmm, I'm only doing this part because you seem like a good person who won't judge me." Jean said secretively. "Promise you won't judge me, Dave?"

"I swear." He replied with resolution, nodding as he spoke.

"Good." Jean said, taking one of his hands and gently pulling it to her crotch. She curled his fingers into a loose cupping shape and wrapped it over her panties, feeling the heat underneath them pulse and harden from the touch.

"O-oh..." Came the reply, although not one of disappointment or disgust. "You... that... uh, can I, um, see it?" Jean leaned up and kissed him with a wide smile on her face.

"Of course you can, but only because you've been such a gentleman." The skink laid back and pushed her jeans a bit further down, giving her a bit more room to move, then gingerly hiked her panties off of her hips, letting her cocks spring up, warm and dripping a bit. Dave had little to say, but the hunger that was growing in his eyes told Jean everything she needed to know. She reached down slowly, taking her favored right cock in her hand and started to lightly stroke it, seeing the jackal's eyes sharply follow it, the hunger growing stronger and stronger. Smirking to herself a bit, Jean took the other cock and began pumping it at odds with the first, and speeding both up gradually. While Dave's eyes rolled up and down to follow her strokes, Jean's eyes were suddenly fixed on one spot: the twitching lump sitting at the front of the canine's jeans, throbbing softly as the scent of precum started to drift over from it. A soft growl rolled out of Jean's mouth and she let go of herself, then pushed Dave back against the door of the truck, forcing him upright.

"Ow, what was that for?" Dave asked, shocked out of his little trance and rubbing his head. Jean didn't answer, as she was much too busy trying to tear the jackal's pants off of him. She'd loosed his belt and undone the jeans by the time he looked down to notice, and went stiff as a board when he did. Despite her prior commitment to going slow, Jean decided that time was over and done. She eagerly pulled at the legs of the canine's pants and slid him towards her in the process, letting her straddle his knees. Dave swallowed hard and watched the lizard yank his briefs down and let his cock spring up. His cock towered up from his body, hard, twitching, and positively dripping with precum. Unable to control herself, Jean moaned audibly at the sight and dove on him, ravenously forcing the thick canine meat into her mouth. Dave's whole body relaxed as he felt the warm mouth engulfing his cock, as if stroking all of him at once. His cock pulsed hard in Jean's mouth as yet more precum bubbled out into her throat, all of which was swallowed with no hesitation. The canine felt himself start to tense again, but now in a much different way. Looking down, he saw his knot was fully out and hard as a rock at the base of his cock. Jean noticed as well, and was lustful for more cock to suck.

"Jean, I- uuungh..." Dave was cut off by a sudden euphoria as Jean forced herself deep on his cock, suckling on the whole length and kissing up against his knot, like she was coaxing the orgasm out of him. The jackal couldn't hold back, his cock throbbing hard in her warm mouth as cum spewed forth in heavy, hot ropes, coating the back of her maw and sliding down. Jean moaned into him, opening her throat to let the seed run right down inside her. Once she was certain he was done orgasming, the reptile slurped off of his cock with satisfaction.

"I hope..." Dave said between heavy breaths. "That that wasn't too short. I've never done this before." Jean had her reassurances at the ready, but went felt her face grow hot at his last sentence. She breathed for a moment, regaining her composure, and playfully slapping him.

"Jerk." She said jokingly. "You're supposed to tell me that before, I would have made you last longer." Dave looked away bashfully.

"I hope I did okay, at least." Jean chuckled a bit to herself.

"Did you see the way I was tearing you out of your clothes? You did fine enough just by having that big fucker down there." She pointed at his cock and Dave grew even more bashful. "But... if you want to make up for cumming a little quick, I can arrange a proper punishment."

"Um, you can?" Dave said with interest, almost like he genuinely believed he did wrong. Jean decided she would just play along for the hell of it. Maybe it would make things better for him, she thought.

"Mhmm, get in the front seat and take your pants off." Dave nodded and complied, hoping out of the truck cab and letting his cock hang loose and heavy as he shucked his pants completely. Jean looked around nervously. He might have been a bit taken with the whole encounter, since he'd just stripped down to only his shirt in a public parking lot, but Jean wasn't going to complain. Instead, she pushed her own jeans off and watched the thick jackal dick swing back and forth as he crawled into the passenger seat. This was going to be very, very fun.

"Good, now lean the seat all the way back." Jean ordered as she tossed her shirt off and undid her bra. Once he'd reclined, the fully naked lizard tugged his shirt off from behind, then clambered over the center console and onto him, straddling his hips.

"Comfier?" She asked, making him nod in reply. She smiled and kissed him again. "Good. Now, just relax and let me have some fun. No cumming until I say so, or I'll keep riding anyways." Dave swallowed a bit hard, and nodded again. Jean took his cock in her palm, admiring it. It was so thick, so heavy, and bright, cherry red. It wasn't quite hard though, and she'd have to fix that. She shimmied her hips back a bit and reached her other hand down, cupping his balls. Fuck, she thought, these are huge, no wonder he came so damn much. The skink stroked and squeezed his balls for a moment or two, but didn't get much response from his cock. Refractory period is a bitch, Jean knew that, but she also knew that with enough of a stimulus, it wouldn't last too long. Slipping her hand past his balls, letting them rest heavy on her wrist, Jean pushed a finger between the canine's firm ass cheeks, quickly finding his asshole. She smirked and pulled her hand back, lubing her fingers with his leftover cum and precum, seeing him look up at her with a bit of shock and apprehension.

"Those pretty eyes of yours are about to get a hell of a lot wider." She said as she slipped her hand back down to his ass. "Do yourself a favor and relax those muscles, it won't hurt, I promise." The jackal closed his eyes and let he tension leave his face. Jean prodded at his asshole, feeling that the rim was much looser now. Good, he'd listened, she said to herself. The lizard carefully pushed a slick finger inside him and hooked it, rubbing along his walls and looking for his prostate. A grunt and sudden arching of his back told her that she'd found it, so she started rubbing harder, prodding against his sweet spot firmly. Without a moment of hesitation, his cock sprung to full attention, twitching and dripping once more. While he was definitely ready for action, Jean wasn't about to deprive her new toy of a little more special attention.

"Fuuuuck, Jean." Dave said loudly, unable to control his voice. "More, more of that, please." Jean had no intention of stopping, and thought up a little game for them.

"Mmmmm, new incentive then." She said, slipping a second finger into his greedy tailhole. "I'm going to ride you, and I'll keep doing this, but if you cum before me, I'll stop right then. You're already one up on me, so fair is fair, right?"

"Y-yeah." Dave reached out and guided her hips forward, helping her find his cock with her own tailhole. "R-ready?" She nodded and started pressing down on him, feeling the hard dick spreading her open in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Fuuuck, Dave. Where'd you get this fucking thing?" Jean groaned out loudly, inching him into her slowly. "It's fucking huge, you know that?" Dave would have blushed if not for the feeling of her fingering his ass and taking his cock for the first time, but he registered the compliment for bashfulness at a later date. Jean kept sliding down until she finally felt his knot against her ass. She felt so fucking full, and the lust was seriously starting to overtake her. The reptile grunted and groaned as she started to rise off of his cock, making it halfway up before dropping suddenly again and letting out a sharp wail. Dave bit his claws into the upholstery of the truck, feeling overwhelmed by her ass squeezing him so firmly. Jean growled, noticing his hands weren't on her, and dug her fingers into his prostate, hard. Dave yelped and his claws released out of shock, letting the skink take the opportunity to pull his hands to her ass.

"Squeeze. Hard." She said, grunting loudly as she forced his cock inside her over and over again. "Dig your claws in, I don't give a fuck. Rough me up." Dave ceased caring at this point, the tight warmth wrapping around him driving him well past any sense of decency, and so he started kneading her ass as hard as he could without breaking skin. Jean let out a noise somewhere between a coo and a moan as she started slapping her ass loudly against his hips, thumping his cock deep into her and spreading her insides around him with every single thrust. A massive tension began to form in Jean's stomach as she felt Dave's cock dragging over what remained of her prostate, and she wrapped her free hand around one of her cocks. She would have been a bit embarrassed about getting so close so quick after talking such a big game, but Dave was practically cheating, so it evened out, not that she cared much about score in the moment anyways.

"Jean, I'm getting to the edge again..." Dave moaned out loudly, spreading her ass apart as he desperately tried to hold himself back. "If you want me to last, you need to slow down a little bit." Jean shook her head, instead going faster and faster as her body grew more and more tense.

"Just fucking cum, Dave!" She screamed, now trying to force his knot into her. It inched inside quickly, stretching her rim to its limit, but Jean was much too determined to let that stop her. Thump, thump, thump.

The couple both howled when the knot finally went in, and Dave let his body explode into orgasm, his balls sucking up against his cock as he began pumping out a load that was somehow even thicker and larger than the last one. Hot seed pushed deep inside Jean, heating her core as it welled up just below her stomach. Dave's knot inflated further, stretching Jean so tight that she wondered if it would ever come out again. After a few moments of euphoria as she herself came, she decided she didn't care a bit. Her own warm cum poured out onto Dave's bare stomach, collecting into a thick, creamy pool in the center.

"Fuuuuck..." Jean moaned out, exhaustion taking over her whole body as her orgasm faded into a hazy, soft glow. Dave's body relaxed in a similar way as he slid his arms up around the lizard's back and she slumped down into his chest, squishing her cum deep into his fur between their stomachs. Jean kept moaning softly each time Dave's cock pulsed inside her, still throbbing heavily against her walls.

"I... do... good?" Dave asked, breathlessly.

"Mmmmmm." Was all that came from Jean as she took a moment to catch her composure enough to speak properly. "Second date." She continued, clearly stating and not asking.

"Sounds fine to me." Dave said, kissing her head. "Thank you, Jean."

"For?" She asked, her voice still breathy and fatigued. Dave hugged his arms tightly around her.

"Everything." Jean felt a smile creep across her face as she returned his embrace, hugging back tightly as she felt tears well up at the corners of her eyes.

"Anytime, Dave. Anytime."

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