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Windego was not the most friendly lizard to the casual observer. With a personality as cold as his blood and a six-and-a-half foot tall, unnervingly slim body, he seemed unapproachable to all but his like-minded kin, for reptiles were cold and calculating compared to their warm and emotional mammalian brothers. It didn't bother Windego; mammals tended to tire him out anyway.

What did bother him was the cold climate of the north where he and his warm-blooded foster parents lived. It also didn't help that his parents wouldn't pay for him to travel south for college, claiming that he should take advantage of the alumni discounts for the school they went to, which was unfortunately even farther north than where they lived. Despite taking care of him since he was little, they still didn't understand how taxing "a little snow" was on a cold-blooded reptile.

Windego sat curled up in his dormitory office-chair with a heated blanket wrapped around his body. If it were up to him, he'd have the room heater set on its highest settings, but his roommate being an arctic fox made that an impossible dream. Over his scalp sat a pair of headphones specifically designed for reptilian heads. They blasted his favorite pop songs from years back and distracted him from his temperature issues.

Windego didn't noticed his roommate open the door and walk in, though if he did, he wouldn't care anyway. The fox strode up to the lizard burrito and clasped his slim paws on his shoulders, startling a jump out of him. The reptile muted his music and turned his head toward the warm-blood. "Yes, John?" Windego asked, his tone revealing his irritation. The fox gave him a toothy grin..

"He-e-ey buddy! There's a party going on at one of the frat houses down the street tonight and my friend invited me. He said he wanted me to bring you along since you, and I quote, 'seem pretty cool and junk.' Interested?"

"Why would I be interested in a meaningless gathering of drunkards and thick-skulled jocks?"

"Well, anything must be more interesting than sitting here bundled up in this stuffy blanket of yours. Plus, if you get cold, there will be plenty of warm bodies to cuddle up against. Not that you may need to; once things get going, it becomes a sauna in there." Windego feigned disinterest in the event but another boring night cowering from the chilly air was much more unappealing. He sighed dramatically.

"Fine, I'll come along. When is it?"

"Six o'clock. We'll leave earlier to pick up dinner at the dining hall. Other than cheap beer, they probably won't have anything to eat or drink."

"Joy," Windego sarcastically remarked. John walked over sat at his desk on the other side of the room. The room was situated where their desks were placed underneath lifted beds, efficiently using as little space as possible in their tiny dorm. The fox threw on a pair of earbuds and booted up a game.

With a few hours to waste before heading off to the party, Windego decided to partake in the latest book in his favorite series. He reached for where he usually kept it, but when he noticed it was missing, he remembered he left it in his school bag which was, unfortunately, on the other side of the room where he haphazardly dropped it earlier. Deciding to brave the cold, he quickly stripped off the blanket (the short cord making it impossible to bring along) and exposed his nude body to the elements.

Windego dove is hand into the sack and retrieved his book. As he turned to retreat back into his covers, he spotted John eyeing him with a lewd grin. It was quite the sight to behold; the slim, snake-like lizard could've been described as halfway between anthropomorphic and feral. He walked upright on strong legs and carried his book in humanoid arms, but his elongated noodle-like torso and tail, exaggerated bend in his back, and a long neck carrying his short-snouted head was far from the typical anthro body structure seen in most other lizards.

The lizard blushed, the little heat left in his body rushing to his face, as he nearly ran back to the safe confines of his blanket. Normally being nude in front of other people didn't affect him; his "private parts" were internal and his scales completely covered his body. He'd even been caught without clothes by John specifically a few times before, a side effect of living with others. However, the way the fox looked at him made him feel truly naked. He slipped into his heated blanket and threw the setting as high as it could go.

"There a reason you just streaked passed me?" John asked with a chuckle. Windego groaned.

"Clothes make it slower to warm up. Direct bodily contact with heat sources is faster than having the warmth go through multiple layers of fabric," he half-heartedly explained, his voice nearly a grumbling whisper. "Plus it's more comfortable."

"You read that out of a textbook?" Windego huffed and threw on his headphones. John's grin annoyed him to no end. "So, if I wanted to 'get comfortable', you'd have no issue with me whipping off my clothes?"

"I never said I would. I know what your kind looks like nude and it doesn't bother me."

"You know, the way you said that felt a little backhanded." Windego shrugged and opened his book.

"You do look pretty interesting though. I just lo-o-ove those thick thighs of yours," John remarked with a saucy wink as he turned back to his paused game. It took a few minutes and intense focus on his book for the lizard's blush to finally recede.

By the time the two had to leave, Windego had already dressed himself in thick clothing and a heated jacket, the battery of which was completely charged with spares in tow. John, being an arctic fox and completely at home in winter weather, had on tight jeans and a fleece sweatshirt. They had an uneventful dinner together and made their way to what many on campus called "Party Street," an entire street of fraternity houses. It wasn't uncommon for a police cruiser or two to be seen patrolling the roadway.

Even though John was quite the party animal, he chose to prowl the more respectable and safe establishments for his needs, and the house the two stopped at was no exception. Closest to the campus and therefore under the strongest scrutiny, the frat boasted the cleanest record, save for a few underage drinking fines, and was very hospitable to its guests. The duo entered the building and were assaulted by loud music, body odor, and humid air. Writhing bodies carrying red solo cups of cheap beer filled the makeshift dance floor.

John looked at his watch. "It's already this out of control only ten minutes in? Yeesh." Donning his party face, the fox strode into the mess to look for his friends. Windego, although being taller than nearly everyone in the room, followed meekly behind his roommate. They eventually fought their way through the gaggle and met up with their hosts.

"Johnny!" a husky yelled over the music, "You made it! And you brought your roomie!" He turned to Windego and gave him a toothy grin. The lizard responded with a sheepish smile. "We got shitty beer, shitty music, and shitty people! You can throw your coat on the chair over here and we'll watch it. Enjoy!" He raised his arms and nearly spilled his beverage. John promptly abandoned Windego and ran headfirst into the mass of bodies. Unsure of what to do, Windego stripped off his jacket, grabbed a drink, and sat on a sofa that was pushed to the edge of the room.

Unlike his roommate, Windego was not the most social person. He was an eternal wallflower, a fact he didn't mind in the least. He sat on the couch for a good fifteen minutes before John came up for air. He plopped onto the furniture, obviously tipsy, and cozied up to the lizard.

"Uh, can I help you?" Windego asked with his usual bitchy tone, hiding his surprise at the fox's sudden affection. John nuzzled his muzzle into the crook of his neck, his cold nose sending a shiver down his spine. A femmy giggle escaped his lips.

"Why don't you come dance? It's so-o-o fun!"

"I'm completely content where I am, thank you. I'm not one for dancing." The way the word left his mouth had a hint of disgust to it. The music was some terrible modern pop single with no discernable beat and everyone seemed too inebriated to do more than fling their bodies around like those inflatable tube men commonly in front of used car dealerships. John, obviously unaware of his tone, laughed and pulled Windego off the couch and into the crowd.

It took quite a bit of coaxing from the tod to get Windego to play along, but a few drinks and a decent album being played over the shoddy speakers eventually got the lizard into an appreciable groove. With alcohol befuddling their minds, the duo's conservative movements quickly became a chaotic mess matching the rest of the guests. After around an hour of uncoordinated dancing, the two roommates escaped the mass and collapsed in a large chair that barely fit the two.

"Fu-u-uck, I'm so wasted!" John whined, pushing himself into the lizard. Windego gave him a condescending look; they both only had a few cups of the stuff.

"No, you're not. You only had at most three cups and I'm sure half of one ended up on the floor."

The fox huffed and crossed his arms. "Fine, I'm not drunk, but I am buzzed. I need some more." As John attempted to stand up, Windego pulled him back down into the chair.

"You're- we're underage. You are not ruining the party for everyone else by giving the cops a reason to bust the joint."

"Yeesh, dude. What happened to the fun you?"

"I'm being responsible. I may be tipsy but I know my limits, and you should too." John sighed but gave in.

"Okay, okay, you're right," the tod reluctantly agreed. He paused for a moment, his eyes half-lidded. "I'm too tired and overheated to keep going. Want to call it a night?"

"That sounds good to me. I need a shower anyway; I stink of sweaty fur." The two said their goodbyes to the hosts of the party and made their way back to their dorm. A cop car slowly cruised past the duo and the officers within eyed the pair, but the tall lizard dissuaded them from checking further. It took a few tries for Windego to unlock the room's door but they got back home without incident.

As always, the dorm was cold but still more agreeable than the weather outside. John quickly stripped his clothing to cool off, giving not a single care that he was in full view of his roommate. Windego turned to close and lock the door, and when he turned back, John was right up against him.

"Is there something wrong?" Windego asked with a cocked brow. The fox pushed himself against the lizard and giggled. "I'm guessing the alcohol finally hit you. Let's get you into bed." He attempted to pull the tod toward his bed, but halfway there, John grabbed him and easily wrestled down the bewildered lizard. He straddled him, lewdly grinning and wagging his tail.

"What are you doing!?" Windego asked, his face contorted with anger. He tried to right himself but the lack of coordination from the alcohol and his disadvantageous position made it impossible to escape from the fox's grasped. "Let go of me John!" John leaned down until his nose was inches from his face.

"Shut the hell up, Windy!" he commanded, his voice suddenly stern. Widego immediately stopped his struggles and stared at the vulpine. "Now, what's going to happen is I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and your drunken ass is going to take it. Capeesh?"

"But I'm not completely dru-" the lizard started, but was cut off by the domineering fox.

"Shut. Up. Win. Dee." John enunciated, his grin fading and his expression matching his tone. Windego laid quietly, both stunned and aroused by the sudden change in atmosphere. Being as tall as he was, he never expected to be dominated by a creature nearly a foot shorter than him. He could have worked up the muscle to throw his aggressor off, but Windego wanted the encounter to continue.

With his prey quiet and compliant, John climbed off the lizard and started pulling off his pants. As they descended, he found the lizard wearing thigh-high leggings yet no underwear. He looked up and gave him a questioning look, at which Windego responded with a blush, "it's insulation."

"But you're not wearing underwear?"

"Tell me at what store can I purchase insulating underwear?" Windego answered, his bitchy attitude returning. "The leggings are specifically made for heat retention. Briefs are just extra fabric to deal with."

"Whatever you say, slut," John replied, emphasizing the last word. Windego grimaced but didn't say anything more. With his pants out of the way, the fox removed his coat and shirt, exposing a pair of arm-warmers of similar make as the leggings. He giggled and stared down at the lizard. "Insulation?" he mockingly asked. Windego nodded and averted his eyes.

After stripping the lizard of everything but the warmers and leggings, deciding he looked sexier with them on, John got up and walked over to the heater. He opened the control panel and turned the dial. "Now, because you're such a frozen fart, I'm gonna be nice and turn up the heat. In exchange, you're going to be a good little bitch and do whatever I say. Got it?" Windego stayed silent. "Good."

The room quickly heated as the registers spread along the walls pumped out warm air. It wasn't the desert-level temperatures Windego preferred, but he wasn't uncomfortable anymore. John walked over to his desk and fished out a bottle of lube from the drawer. He dumped a healthy portion in his hand and slathered it over his moderately sized penis. He returned the bottle and cleaned his hand with a nearby towel.

He climbed back on top of the lizard and spread the legs he crushed on, taking some time to rub the inner thighs and eliciting a nearly-silent moan from his lover. Windego wasn't erect yet, his body requiring some initial attention to get ready, but that didn't bother John in the least. In fact, it was what he wanted. He aligned the tip of his dick, not with the lizard's anus, but his penile slit and gave Windego a warning prod.

The lizard's eyes widened. "You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, right?" he asked with a worried tone. John's grin bypassed lewd and went straight into evil territory. Without a word, he slowly pushed himself into the man-cunt and inched his way further into the lizard. Windego grimaced; it didn't hurt thanks to the lube, but it felt weird.

John stopped when he felt himself bottom out and took a quick note of his depth. He could feel the lizard's flaccid member, giving him the strange sensation halfway between a blowjob and vaginal sex. Once he estimated Windego's limits, he started to pump his slit, going slowly at first but eventually getting himself into a careful rhythm.

Windego laid under the fox's warm, fluffy body and took the fucking without fuss. He figured this odd yet erotic sensation would be an acquired taste he'd soon come to long for, similar to anal sex. The nerves inside his slit were naturally sensitive, blasting him with pleasure with every thrust. Before long, Windego was moaning like a bitch in heat, his boy-pussy milking its canid intruder.

"That feel good, girl?" John asked his mate, his toothy grin turning to a loving smile. "You're staying nice and soft for your man, huh?"

"Yeah," Windego sighed, his voice unintentioanlly a slightly higher pitch. The lizard's groin burned as the need to ejaculate rose, but he held on as long as he could to squeeze out every last second of their intercourse. His muscles tightened, betraying his growing need to the tod.

"Close to squirting, girl? Go right ahead, you've earned it." John said in a smooth, passionate tone. A few more seconds passed before Windego finally came. Unable to hold it back, he unleashed a torrent of jizz through his flaccid member, flooding his slit and overflowing between his legs. He whined as his orgasm racked his body, his clawed fingers digging uselessly in the cheap mat of a carpet beneath them. John continued to fuck him through his ordeal and partly into his afterglow, stimulating his overly sensitive penis as it uselessly squirted its load.

With his ejaculation finished, Windego let out a long sigh and relaxed his body. John peppered his snout with kisses, his rock-hard member still within his boy-cunt. Windego noticed that the fox stopped fucking him and gave him a questioning look. "Aren't you going to finish?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Oh, don't worry about me, baby," John cooed, caressing his scaley cheek. "You just get yourself ready for round two." He sat upright, straddling the lizard's thick tail, and admired his handiwork. Widego's groin and upper thighs were splattered with his seed, more of which continued to drool out of his hole. With two fingers, he wiped up a glob of the lukewarm fluid and licked it in full view of the lizard.

"Mmm, exquisite. Reptile cum definitely has a unique flavor." Windego's blush reddened as the fox scooped up streamers of his fluids and tasted them as if he were testing a fine wine, making every motion dramatic and erotic. After he got his fill of lizard semen, he scooped a healthy portion into the crook between his two fingers and, without warning, shoved them into Windego's tailhole. The reptile yelped at the sudden intrusion and glowered at John, who gave a chuckle in response.

"What? You think I'm going to fuck your cunt again? It was fun and all, but what I really want is that sweet ass of yours." He wiggled and pumped his fingers inside the lizard, his grunts subsiding to the whorish moans the fox had come to enjoy. "That's right, moan for daddy. You're a little buttbitch, aren't you?"

Windego gave him a sheepish grin. "Well, I have a few toys I like to play with, but I've never actually had sex," he replied, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

"A trained virgin? Swe-e-et!" John excitedly exclaimed, his tail swishing behind him. "I love popping cherries and all, but teaching someone to take it up the tail gets tedious after a while, you know?" Growing bored of finger-play, he popped his digits out of his anus and pushed his tip up against it. Windego grimaced.

"Aren't you going to lube up first? I can't handle dry sex," the lizard bleated, the tip of his tail twitching in nervousness.

"Yeah, no. I'm not walking all the way back to my desk because you're a baby. Plus, what do you think I was just doing?" He dug his fingers into Windego's slit and fished out a wad of cum. He let it drip from his fingers in front of the lizard's face before slathering it on his dick. Windego's eyes widened.

"Bit slow on the uptake, huh? Getting fucked with your own baby-gravy has to be pretty hot, yeah?"

"Shi-i-it," Windego shuddered, his own penis growing hard just from the thought. John watched as he grew to full-mast, giggling all the while.

"I'm not even in you yet and you're already hard? What a slut you are," he mocked in a sing-song manner. He dragged a nail down his sensitive semen-caked length, causing the lizard to shiver. He wanted to bend over and suck the cum right off his cock, but his own needs had to be satisfied first.

"Ready or not, here I come!" he sang. John pushed his meat into the awaiting tailhole, ignoring the instinctual clenching trying to stop his advance. Inch by inch he sank, embracing the tightness the lizard had to offer. He hilted his member, his knot brushing against his pucker, and allowed the grimacing reptile to adjust. "So, tell me: how do I compare with your little toys?"

Windego collected his thoughts for an appropriate answer. "Um, you're a little smaller than my biggest one, but it doesn't have a knot."

"I take it you've never been knotted before?"

"No. It's a bit intimidating honestly."

"Good! I get to be your first!" With that, John began humping the reptile, pulling his length out until just the tip remained before shoving himself back in. Every stroke he made, he ground his knot into the lizard's stubborn pucker. The anal stimulation got the lizard groaning and whining, the pain of his backdoor being rammed bringing him additional pleasure instead of discomfort. Windego went to grab his dick, but John stopped him.

"Nuh-uh-uh! Girls cum hands-free, remember? Now if you don't want me to bite off your glorified clit, you're gonna lay there and squirt for me." Unwilling to disobey his master, Windego did as he was told and focused solely on the stimulation. The talking ceased from then on, the only sounds permeating the room being Windego's moans and whines and John's growling and grunts. The fox ruthlessly screwed the lizard's hole, his bucks becoming erratic and forceful as he desperately drove his knot into his unyielding hole.

Just as John was about to give up and burst, his gland popped through the ring, stirring a yowl from Windego as he clenched down in response. The pressure from his velvet innards sent John over the edge, his dick pulsing as streams of his hot seed washed through the reptile's rectum. Having his prostate pushed and feeling the warm liquid flow through him spurred Windego's second orgasm of the night. His load, albeit less voluminous than his last, shot in a tall arc and landed on his chest and belly.

They rode out their mutual orgasms for what seemed like hours before succumbing to their afterglows. John, with his softening member still within the lizard, laid down on top of his larger mate in a sort of messy hug. Windego purred, a sound uncharacteristic of his species but affectionate nonetheless, and ran his hand down his lover's back. They enjoyed their warm embrace well into the night, their heads buzzing and their hearts fluttering.