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This is a story that I wrote to celebrate the upcoming two year anniversary between my mate and I. The characters in this story are ours, so please don't use them. Standard age warnings apply. This is meant to be loving, not just smut, so if you're looking for that, look elsewhere. Also, be ready for a long story. And, as always, comment.

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Day the First

"Suitcase, swimsuit, black box," the raccoon muttered, naming each item as it was passed into the trunk of the car. "Black box, black box, black box," he said, his voice growing a little more surprised with each black box that was handed to him. Each one was heavier than the last, and offered no more clues to what was in it than the one before it. After another two were passed to him, he stopped and turned to the dragon doing the passing. "Just what's in those things?"

"Ah, now that would be telling, Angelo," Draconicon said, barely visible in the dim, pre-dawn light. He shifted the last black box under his arm, freeing his other arm. "A dragon needs a few secrets, you know, particularly for the anniversary surprise," he explained with a chuckle. Hefting the large black box in one hand, he said, "Now, you want the last bit of the surprise loaded up, or shall we leave it behind?"

For a moment, Angelo was tempted to tell the dragon to keep it here, if only to show that he could control his curiosity when he needed to. And he could control his curiosity...for a moment. Shaking his head and sighing, he held out his hands for the box. "Give it here, you brainy bunch of scales," he said.

Shaking his head as he passed the box into the car, the raccoon made sure that nothing inside would fall down, and backed up to shut the trunk down tight. The various things they were bringing along fit inside, if only barely. He was actually thinking for a moment that he'd need to get up on the trunk and jump on it to get it to close all the way. At least that way his chubbiness might be useful for something other than padding.

No sooner had he thought that than he felt a scaly paw grab him through his jeans, nearly making him jump. The paw clenched around his backside, and he blushed softly. They were standing right out in their driveway, after all, and even if it was early enough for the sun not to be up yet, Angelo couldn't help worrying about someone seeing the two of them.

The dragon's hand rubbed along the malleable flesh of the raccoon's backside, massaging it gently in a way that forced the raccoon to suppress a moan of excitement. "You know, we really need to come out this early more. I think I can force myself out of bed if I can make you blush this much, my pet," Draconicon said with a chuckle. Slowly, almost reluctantly, it seemed, the dragon's hand left the raccoon's butt, and wrapped around his shoulders. "Come on, we're done packing. Let's get inside for an early breakfast before we get going," he said.

He submitted to the scaly's firm grip and guidance, and smiled softly as he was led inside. This was going to be a great, great anniversary weekend.

~~~

The house they shared wasn't a large one, and it didn't have the best kitchen in the world, but the two of them made do. Angelo watched his mate with a smile as the dragon pulled the refrigerator open and gathered the food he needed. Draconicon was a rather accomplished cook, and the raccoon never really had any problems with the larger male's cooking.

Taking a seat by the table in the middle of the kitchen, Angelo watched the reptile scramble some eggs, and started frying some bacon as well. Draconicon's rear swayed from side to side as he walked from the counter to the stove and back again, the muscular backside tensing and squeezing beneath the powerful tail that only slightly covered them. Angelo giggled a bit to himself as he watched the little show, and adjusted himself a bit as his pants felt a little tighter.

Knowing that the dragon would be busy making sure the eggs didn't burn or settle too much in the pan for a good five to ten minutes, the raccoon leaned back on his chair, thinking back to the first time that they had shared breakfast in this house.

Draconicon had been quite grumpy that morning, he remembered with a smile. Never a morning person without a very good reason, that pile of scales, but it was important to him to make that first meal for the raccoon. No matter how much Angelo had protested, Draconicon just went to the stove and started cooking. When he'd walked over to help, Draconicon had used his tail to gently, but firmly, keep him back and out of the way.

It was just as good that he had done that, anyway. The dragon had made an amazing breakfast, and they'd spent the morning eating their way through it, chomping their way through pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and all sorts of other things. The entire time, they always had something touching the other, whether they were holding hands, or playing footsie with one another, or just allowing their tails to hold onto the other's. They made sure that they never lost contact for that entire meal, and it made it feel all the more amazing to him.

Even if they hadn't been touching so much during that meal, it would have been great just from the quality of the food. Angelo could cook for himself, if he had to, but the dragon was a born chef or something. He made everything perfect, and he enjoyed doing it, what was more. It shouldn't have surprised him, considering how much Draconicon had talked about cooking things before they were able to get together, but it had. A pleasant surprise, and only the first of many.

Clattering plates snapped the raccoon out of his memories. Shaking his head and rubbing his eye a little bit, he looked down to see a plate of-

He blinked, looking at the plate and then up at the dragon in surprise. "Fish and chips? Little bit strange for breakfast, isn't it?"

"Trust me, you'll need a little more protein and energy for the weekend, and you might as well get some of it now," the dragon said with a small smile. He laid a plate of the same food in front of him. "Plus, it is the anniversary weekend, and I'll be having a favorite meal of my own tomorrow. So, gonna eat, or do I need to eat your plate and mine?" he asked, reaching a fork out towards the raccoon's plate.

The raccoon hissed lightly, pulling the plate as far out of reach of the dragon's fork as it could go while still being on the table. "Raccy never gives up his fish!" he growled, but playfully. Anyone but Draconicon would have gotten teeth for that, but with his mate, a growl sufficed.

Blushing as he realized what he just did, he slowly pushed the plate back to its normal place. "Sorry, force of habit. I can't quite help it, with fish."

"I've noticed," Draconicon said with a small chuckle. He reached across the table, patting him on the arm. "I pretty much expected that, really. It's just fun to tease you with that," he explained before turning back to his plate.

He did the same, smiling at the attractive way the plate had been laid out. Three fried fish fillets laid out so that they touched one another, in an upside down triangle shape. Fries were laid out around them, forming a series of three other triangles around them, with those ones filled in with other fries. He paused, looking at the shape again, and glared at his mate.

"No more Zelda for you, not for a while," he said, pointing his fork at the dragon before going back to the food. He'd held back long enough, and now...now, Raccy needed food.

His fork flew over the plate like it was possessed, and shoveled food into his mouth as fast as it could go. The only sound outside of his chewing was a loud chirr that drowned out just about everything else. Draconicon had done a wonderful job with this, just like always, and he couldn't get enough of it.

His fork clicked and clattered as he dropped it, the plate cleaned off inside of two or three minutes. Leaning back in his chair, the raccoon rubbed his belly, chirring contentedly as he usually did after a good meal of fish. It didn't really matter what else was served with it, often enough. If the fish was good, the rest of the meal would take care of itself.

"If you don't stop that chirring, chubby cheeks, I'm going to have something else to deal with before we head out."

"Wha?" Angelo muttered, opening one eye sleepily.

"You know what chirring does to me, love," the dragon said, taking his final bite of fish before grabbing his plate and carrying it over to the sink. A rather suspicious bulge in his pants seemed to lead his way there, and Angelo couldn't help chuckling at that. "You going to bring your plate over here, or did the fish put my little Raccy into a food coma?"

Chuckling, the raccoon sprawled out in the chair, going limp. "Food coma, definitely," he said with a giggle. He snored a few times, snorting, before getting up with a giggle and carrying the plate over to the sink. "Great food, Draconicon. You get better every day," he said, patting the dragon's back.

"Well, I got a great food critic that tells me how to make it better," the dragon said with a chuckle. He reached out with the paw not busy with washing the dishes and gave the raccoon a little spank, hard enough to draw a 'meep' out of Angelo. "Besides, I love seeing you smile after you finish your food. Tells me that I am doing a good job taking care of you."

"You do know that's my job, right?" Angelo asked. He pushed his rear back against the dragon's scaly paw, smiling as it rubbed over his rear. "I'm the pet, after all, so I should be taking care of you."

"Not the way I see it," the dragon answered, putting one of the dishes away and starting on the other. His hand continued groping and stroking and squeezing his backside, and he pushed back a little more against it. "After all, a pet is a part of the household, loved, and cared for by the master. It provides pleasure, it provides love, but a master is supposed to make sure the pet stays healthy and loved, is he not?"

The raccoon was floating on the heady breezes of pleasure from having his rear petted and stroked by the scaly paw, and he had to take a minute to really process what his mate had said. "Well, I guess that's true," he said after another minute, shivering a bit as the dragon's paw slid from his rear. "But still, that just means I owe you something more when we get to the cabin, okay? Don't let me forget about that, or you'll have to deal with a cranky raccoon in bed with you." He chuckled, and wrapped his arms around the dragon.

"All kidding aside, Draconicon, I love you. Love you, lust for you...ah, I don't have the words, got a few for me to use?"

"Caring one/compassionate one/master beyond belief/cleans when I'm done," the dragon muttered off the top of his head, a little mini poem thing that he did from time to time, and Angelo loved it. "Need much more than that?"

"If you can do it later, maybe," Angelo said, squeezing his mate in a tight hug before letting go, though not without a bit of regret. He looked through the doorway back at the living room, where all the gadgets like the television, game systems, and all the other things over there were turned off and unplugged. "Think we have anything else that needs doing before we can get going?"

The dragon paused in the act of putting the other dish away, and seemed to run through a mental tally. Of course, he spoke them aloud as he went through them, for some reason. "Unplugged all the appliances, got the cats to a daycare, got the security system ready, notified all the neighbors that they can't find us...Am I forgetting anything?"

"You already set the security system?" Angelo asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah, set it after we finished packing," the dragon said as he shut the cupboard, leaving the plates put away. "Why?"

"Did you arm it, too?"

"Yeah, I think-" The dragon cut himself off, slapping a hand to his forehead. "One second, Angelo," he said.

The raccoon followed the dragon to the security panel next to the front door, and chuckled as he watched the dragon disarm it again. If they'd walked out with it still armed, they would have set off one of the loudest alarm systems on the market, and they'd be stuck there until the security company came along. Yes, the dragon might be a smart guy, but he definitely had his absentminded moments, at times. At least he could keep those moments to a minimum for his master.

"Glad you caught that, love," Draconicon said, turning with a sparkling eye. "There are times when you should be master instead of me."

"Don't even think that, Master," Angelo said with a shiver and a shake of his head. "I might notice a few things, but you would be a very, very hard pet to manage. No, it's a lot better the way it is now," he said with a shake of his head.

"Well, I guess that part's true," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. Using his tail to open the front door, he gestured for the raccoon to get in the car. "I'll be along in a minute," he said with a small smile, working on the alarm so that it wouldn't go off when they left, and would still be worth a darn while they were gone.

Grabbing a little book of assorted manga from the couch, Angelo walked out the open door and into the car, waiting for his mate.

~~~

Draconicon smiled as he watched his mate walk out the door, keeping his eyes on the swaying backside of the raccoon for a moment or two before bringing his attention back to the alarm. "He could hypnotize with that butt, I swear," he said with a chuckle.

He tapped in the code on the alarm panel, and sighed softly as he took another look around the house for anything that they might have missed. Angelo had already grabbed the manga he had planned to bring along for the weekend, for those idle moments of reading-not that there would be many of those, he wagered-so there wasn't much else that he could really think of. Well, except...

Reaching into the closet next to the front door, he popped open a little secret panel inside. He'd installed this a little after they started living together, when he needed a place to keep presents for Christmas and Angelo's birthday, a place the raccoon wouldn't find, and wouldn't be able to unlock. That had been a chore, he remembered. The contractor had laughed in his face at that little qualification, and it had taken all of his ingenuity to keep Angelo out of the house while that had been installed.

But in the end, it had been worth it. He could tease the raccoon with all the tantalizing promises of gifts he wanted, and no matter how much Angelo searched the house, he'd never find the gifts. It was perfect, more or less, worth every cent he paid for it.

He slowly withdrew the little package from inside. Wrapped in silver paper, tied with a violet ribbon, it was quite shiny. That was another precaution he took. With the raccoon as easily entranced by shiny things as he was, this would buy him a little bit of time in case Angelo ever actually got the vault open and found the present. He could never be too careful, he thought as he put the little parcel into a pocket of a jacket in the closet, and then pulled the jacket over him.

"He's going to love this," Draconicon muttered to himself. He shut the closet, pressed the last button on the alarm panel to arm it after five seconds, and stepped outside, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

Pausing until he heard the little beep that told him that the alarm was armed, Draconicon watched his mate from the little overhang that covered the front door. The raccoon seemed calm, in the front seat, but the way that he squirmed back and forth on his seat conveyed how eager he was to be off. The little vacation cabin was their special place, a place they visited on Christmas and their anniversary each year. Each time they visited it, they left with some amazing memories, and Draconicon planned to make sure that this visit was more memorable than the last, more memorable than any time they had been there before.

He waited just a little bit longer, just watching Angelo. The raccoon was a perfect example of what cuteness should be. Just a little bit of fat that covered him, making him cutely chubby but not fat in the least. His hair, just a little bit out of place by being near-violet, definitely contributed to his individualism, and if that wasn't enough, there were the things that the clothes concealed, things that the dragon was proud to call treasures, when they were playing together. He chuckled a bit at the memory of the not so little swaying 'jewel pouch' that hung between the raccoon's legs, and stepped out from under the overhang.

His movement must have attracted Angelo's attention, because the raccoon's head whipped around in the passenger seat. His mate smiled at him and he smiled back, gently tapping the window with his claws as he passed by, walking around the car to the driver's side.

Pulling the door open and sliding into his seat, Draconicon chuckled. "Hard to believe it's been two years already, huh?" he asked with a small smile.

"Not so hard to believe..." the raccoon said. Draconicon turned to look at him, and cocked his head to the side. Angelo managed to meet his eyes for a few seconds before blushing and turning away. "Okay, maybe a little bit hard to believe. I mean, can you blame me? Neither of us really had the greatest love life before we met each other, you know."

"Yeah, I know, I know," he said with a shake of his head. He lowered one hand to the raccoon's thigh, and squeezed lightly. "But we have one another now, love. We don't have to worry about the past anymore. We have each other, forever, and ever and ever forever," he said, chuckling at the little inadvertent song reference.

Rolling his eyes, the raccoon gave him a little shove. "You really listen to that group too much, you know that?" Angelo said with a small, embarrassed smile. A smaller paw enfolded his scaly one, and stroked the fingers. "But...I know what you mean. I don't know what I'd do without you, Draconicon."

He squeezed his mate's leg once more before pulling his hand back. "You'd probably have a much easier time walking around when you wake up, I think. Don't think I don't notice your bowlegged walk after we make love," he said, smiling at the suddenly bright red raccoon. "I wonder if that blush is extending to your other set of cheeks, my pet. Should I check, before we go?"

Angelo's blush seemed like it could match the car headlights in brightness, and Draconicon couldn't quite hold back a chuckle at that. "Kidding, just kidding, love," he said, shaking his head a few time before looking back at the road. "At least, I'm kidding for now. We'll see what we do back at the cabin."

The mixed look of alarm and anticipation on the raccoon's face at that announcement made the dragon's smile that much bigger.

~~~

Driving in pre-dawn light was a novel experience, for the first half hour. It was dim, but not quite dim enough to allow the use of headlights. There was a little fog, but again, not quite enough to make the use of headlights all that acceptable. It made it a little bit more of a challenge, driving in that type of illumination.

Of course, that only lasted so long before it became boring, and the dragon slumped back a little bit in his seat. He could already feel the boredom creeping up on him, the familiar annoyed sensation he got from sitting still and not having enough to occupy his mind. From experience, he knew that it would only get worse, the longer that he was in the driver's seat, or in any seat, for that matter, and didn't have something to do.

He looked down at Angelo out of the corner of his eyes. The little raccoon was browsing the manga book, looking through some of the latest Naruto chapters, it seemed. He had been doing that on and off, putting the book away when his stomach started bothering him before picking it up again. Angelo seemed content enough with that, but he didn't really have that option.

But he did have another little way to entertain himself.

Looking up and down the lonely freeway, thankful for this extra benefit of early morning driving, Draconicon turned to the raccoon. "Up for a game, my pet?" he asked, arching an eyescale in a bit of a challenge.

The word 'game' seemed to have a transforming effect on the raccoon. The manga book dropped to the car floor, and bright, eager eyes met his within a second. "I'm always up for a game, Master. What were you thinking of?" Angelo asked.

"Hmmm, I was thinking one that might get us warmed up for the cabin," he said with a glint in his eyes. "At the end of each round in the game, the loser has to reach over, and stroke the other's cock for five minutes. We'll stop, if someone else comes onto the road, though," he said when his mate's eyes took on a bit of a scared look.

"Well...alright-"

Draconicon held up a hand, smiling as he added one more rule. "Also, no matter how much we want to, we can't cum while being stroked. Okay?"

Angelo's eyes were filled with anticipation, eagerness, and more than a little concern. After all, Draconicon hadn't really named the game yet, said what they would do. It could be something that would be impossible to win at, or something that he would do great at. Draconicon wouldn't reveal the actual game until the rules were agreed to, and he knew that Angelo knew that.

It took a full five minutes for the raccoon to decide to play the game, and he held out a hand. "Let's play," he said.

Taking the raccoon's hand and giving it a quick shake, Draconicon started explaining the game.

"Here's what we do. We do word association. I'll say a word, then you say one, and back and forth. You have to say the first word that comes to mind when you hear the word the other person says. The first person to say a naughty word, like cock, or tailhole, or something like that, or a swear word, loses, and will be the one to start the next round," Draconicon said with a small grin. It was a game that he had thought up a while back, and he thought that it was a pretty good one.

It was also a game that they both had a fair chance of losing, considering the filthy contents of their minds. He didn't know how long he'd last, but he knew that they'd both lose a few rounds before they reached the cabin. They still had a good hour to go, after all.

He looked out of the corner of his eyes at the raccoon, and smiled at the blushing face that greeted him. Angelo was definitely thinking something along the same lines. Boy, would the both of them have blue balls after this.

"Ready to start?" Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side.

The raccoon nodded. "I'll pick the first word, okay?" he asked. As soon as the dragon nodded, the raccoon grinned. "Squirt."

"Soda."

"Cola."

"Sweet."

"Sugar."

"White."

"Pale."

"Caucasian."

"Cock-oh, CRAP!" the raccoon threw up his hands as he lost the first round already, shaking his head a few times. "How the heck did you get me with that one?!" he said, shaking his head in exasperation. "How the heck did I get 'cock' from 'Caucasian'?"

"Listen to the first syllable there, Angelo," Draconicon said with a small laugh, shaking his head with a smile on his face. He was pretty sure he would win the first round, if only because he knew how his mind worked, and had been pretty sure of the way that Angelo would start it. He pressed a button on the driver's door, and leaned his seat back just a little bit, giving a little more access space to his crotch. "You lost, Angelo. Time to make good on the wager," he said.

He kept his eyes on the road, but he couldn't help hearing the raccoon's slight sigh of defeat. It was always good to win, even if it was only the first round of what was going to be a very long game.

The light touch of furry fingers dancing over his crotch stiffened his already eager cock, poking out of his slit and out of the front of his underwear. Agile fingers pulled down the zipper of his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the crotch of the jeans open. A familiar gasp of appreciation for his cock size met his ears, and Draconicon moaned in pleasure as the raccoon started stroking his cock.

"Make sure you keep stroking for a while, Angelo," Draconicon said, checking the clock on the dashboard. "And keep your head down there. I'll make sure to tell you when the time's up, my pet. I won't let you go longer than you have to," he promised.

He honestly wouldn't. It would be pushing it if he let the raccoon stay down there for long, really. Already, fuzzy fingers and supple pads were dancing along the length of his shaft, pulling him into a stiffer, harder erection. If this went longer than five minutes, he would break the rule of no cumming, he had no doubt. More to the point, having an orgasm, even on an open freeway, was just asking to lose concentration and go careening off of the road, killing them both.

Still, a five minute hand job nothing to sneeze at, particularly at this raccoon's talented paws. Smiling to himself as his member was manipulated, he just made sure to keep them on the road.

~~~

Angelo sighed softly as he more or less bent himself double over the dragon's lap. From this angle, he might as well be giving the dragon a blowjob as giving him a handjob, but they had wagered handjobs, not blowjobs. More to the point, he knew that he could make the dragon cum from a blowjob in five minutes, rules or no rules.

Besides, he liked touching Draconicon's cock. He smiled at the way it felt against his fingers, stiff as a rod of iron. It pulsed with a need that he was familiar with, yet always fascinated him with fresh surprises. Chuckling at his thoughts, he slowly dragged his hand up and down the shaft, breathing in the light scent of arousal and musk from the dragon's crotch. The slow movements seemed to almost make the dragon shiver, and it definitely made his cock pulse harder, and make a few drops of pre appear on the tip.

Seconds and minutes seemed to crawl by in his position over the dragon's crotch, his hand slowly stroking up and down the shaft, never speeding up, never slowing down, no matter how much the dragon panted and whimpered for more. Pets were supposed to take care of their masters, but they also had to go with master's rules. There was never anything that said had to stroke fast and hard, or any speed, for that matter. Angelo was free to pleasure his master's shaft in any way that he wanted, so long as he was just using his hands.

For a second, he thought of how fast the dragon would explode if he used his feet, and that made him giggle like crazy, no matter how serious this was.

It took him a full minute to get the giggling under control, but he managed to keep stroking the entire time, though it was a bit shakier than before. By the time that he had his giggling suppressed again, he was being pushed back from the dragon's crotch, and back to an upright position again. He sighed softly, panting a bit, and smiled at his mate. "Pet do good?" he asked.

"Pet did...very good," Draconicon said in a panting voice. He was definitely closer than he had thought he'd be, Angelo could tell. It had been a while since he'd gotten a simple handjob from him, and Angelo was glad he'd been able to surprise his master with his skills in the matter. Giggling a bit, he leaned back in the chair again, and shook his head a bit.

"I get to start this round, since I lost last time, right?" he asked, wanting to make sure. "I mean, I started the last one, so if you want to start this one, that's-"

"Angelo, the rules say if you lose a round, you start the next round," his mate said with a small bit of playful exasperation in his voice. "That means that you get to start this round. Now start."

Angelo nodded, and thought to himself. He wasn't going to lose this round, not if he had the slightest choice about it. His master had tricked him last time, but if he was good enough at choosing a starting word, he might be able to avoid that this time. But what would be a good enough word to fluster his master from the start? Well, that was easy enough to choose.

He turned to the dragon with a smile that would have made anyone else just feel like surrendering right then and there. As it was, it was enough to make the dragon lose his smug grin. Angelo leaned in and whispered the word in the dragon's ear. "Feet."

The dragon shivered heavily at the word, but managed to come up with a word. "Sweat."

"Musk."

"Scent."

"Strong."

"Big."

"Twitching."

"Toes."

"Feet."

"Fetish-GAH!" the dragon groaned, slamming his head back into the headrest as he was pushed back into that little trap. Grinning, Angelo patted the raccoon's arm, being a little more gracious in his victory than the dragon had been.

Well, a little more, anyway. He wasn't going to wait for long. Leaning back on his seat, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, exposing his full sheath and heavy balls. They hadn't been emptied since yesterday afternoon, and they had been filling and growing for a while as a result. They were nearly the size of grapefruits, he would swear, by this point.

Draconicon looked down at them, and smiled, lowering one hand down to them. He stroked a claw over them in a way that made Angelo shiver, and then gently cupped them in his hand. He hefted them, as if testing the weight in his hands. "Gotta love your tanuki heritage," the dragon said with a chuckle.

"You know it," he said with a smile. "Now, why don't you get your hand where it belongs, Master? I believe you mentioned a five minute cock stroking?" Angelo said with a small, teasing smile. He hunched his hips lightly, making his balls and sheath flop a bit.

The dragon rolled his eyes once before lifting his hands to the raccoon's sheath. The scaly fingers felt amazing to Angelo. Large, but gentle. Firm, but still just giving enough for him to be comfortable. They were stroking along his sheath, pulling the fuzzy little sheath up and down, exposing and then hiding his cock the way a foreskin would hide and expose the tip of a human's penis. It was amazing feeling.

Scaly fingers didn't so much stroke his cock and sheath so much as they squeezed the sheath, forcing the cock up and down. It wasn't the normal way of stimulation, but it was something that really, really made him moan. How did the dragon manage to push his buttons like this?!

Angelo wanted to buck up against the paw pressing against his cock, wanted to push more of his shaft against those scaly fingers, to get more pleasure out of this, despite the rule of not cumming. There was only so long that he'd be able to resist with the fingers of his master pressing along his member, particularly like this, and he knew it.

Without warning, the pleasure disappeared, and the fingers pulled away from his now-leaking prick. Panting, the raccoon looked over at his mate, and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"Five minutes of pawwing each time, remember?" he asked, returning his hand to the wheel after licking a bit of the pre off of his hand. "No more than that, no matter how much your dick screams for more, no matter how much your balls beg for release. No matter what, my horny little chubby boi," Draconicon said, making him shiver at the little nickname, and making his dick jump a little bit too. He adjusted himself in his seat a little bit, and barely managed to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Ready for the next round?" Draconicon asked, flashing the raccoon a smile. Angelo sighed a little bit to himself, and nodded. This was going to be a very, very long trip.

~~~

Angelo was panting, just like he'd been for the last hour and a half. His tongue hung out of his mouth like a dog's tongue was liable to do. His crotch burned with need, his cock throbbing and pulsing with even the lightest touch. Draconicon's hand was barely stroking it, because any more pressure than the lightest touch would have set him off, and that would have broken the rules.

His mate wasn't that much better. His longer, thicker shaft was drenched with pre, and it was making his jeans more than a little wet. Even with the breaks between stroking, when one of them lost a round and they had to start jerking off the other, it was difficult for their cocks to lose the arousal that was surging through them. They were just lucky that they hadn't run into a cop or something along the way, because this would have been more than a little difficult to explain.

The small part of the raccoon's mind that wasn't involved with keeping his balls from exploding noticed the trees that were around them now, as they drove down the dirt road towards their forest cabin. It shaded them from the morning sun, and it made things seem more private, more intimate, though they were still out in the open like this.

But that was all that Angelo could really notice, as the scaly hand over his cock finally slipped away, ending his most recent five minute handjob. He jerked a bit in his seat, squirming against his seat belt as he desperately tried to push his cock back against that scaly hand, begging for more stimulation like the needy little pet he was.

Draconicon refused him, holding his hand back and gripping the wheel. The normally black scales were a little pale from the force he gripped the wheel with. Considering how little restraint the dragon normally had, Angelo couldn't help but feel a little surprise through his arousal. This had to be torture for the dragon as much as it was for him, if not more.

His cock demanded his attention, though, and no matter how much he was focused on his master's little, or perhaps not so little, predicament, it would not be ignored. Sitting on his hands in a likely futile attempt to keep himself from jerking off, Angelo turned towards his master. "How...how much longer...til we get to the cabin?"

"I'd say...probably about...six minutes," Draconicon said, shivering a little bit. His hands clenched tighter over the wheel, holding tight to it in his own desperate attempt to keep from jerking off. "Think...think we can wait...til we get there...to continue?"

"And end the...game like this? No...no freaking...way!" Angelo said with a vehement shake of his head. There was no way that he was going to call this a draw, not when they were just a few minutes from the cabin. He wasn't going to let things stand this way. "It's your turn, since you lost last."

"Are you...sure?" he asked, panting softly as he turned. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that the raccoon didn't trust in the least, didn't trust at all. "I can...get you to cum...hands free...if you give me the opportunity...Will you risk...that?" the dragon asked, his breath coming in pants, but slowly moving back to normal breathing patterns.

Working to breathe normally himself, the raccoon thought for a moment. He never liked giving up on a game, but the dragon was right. He could make him cum hands free. He'd done it before, with the dirty talking that he was so skilled with. If he tossed the game out the window and teased him with a stream of dirty talking, there was no way that he could make it to the cabin without his balls spurting his load all over the car.

He looked at the clock, feeling his hands rubbing and kneading his rear as he sat on them. The clock said...oh that kneading...it said...his fingers were moving towards his tailhole, and he forcibly yanked them out from under his rear, pushing them behind his head and forcing his head back against them. He looked at the clock quickly. Four more minutes, then they'd be at the cabin. He could hold out that long, he was sure...or would be sure, if it was anyone doing this but his mate.

Turning with a bit of a shudder, Angelo said, "Bring it on, Draconicon, bring it on!"

Just looking at the dragon, the raccoon knew that he wasn't about to play fair. That was alright. He could take it. He hoped.

Leaning back in his chair, the dragon said, "Naughty little coon, playing this with your master...you're teasing master, leaving him so hard and wanting, making yourself so hard, pleasuring yourself at master's expense." The dragon reached out his free hand, stroking his scaly fingers along Angelo's member lightly. "Yes, so hard, pulsing, leaking, aren't you? Hehehe, I emptied those balls not so long ago, how are you so full already? Ah, that lovable tanuki blood of yours, filling you up again and again, so I can empty you again and again, over and over again. Your favorite little past time, isn't it, my little chubby boi, to be emptied again and again, over and over, spilling your cum all over my hand," he whispered.

Squirming in his seat in sudden worry and desperation, Angelo tried to push the strong, squeezing, stroking paw of his master off of his cock, to no avail. He wasn't nearly strong enough for that, and his efforts were half-hearted at best. He panted heavily at the words and the actions equally, his cock begging to come. He felt his balls lifting, tightening, as they prepared to shoot their load. He closed his eyes, his lips mouthing an apology for losing control of himself in the game.

But there was no orgasm, no sudden release. There was only a bit of burning in the base of his cock, a tightness, and his eyes opened again. Looking down at his crotch, he saw that Draconicon was squeezing his fingers tightly around the base of his cock, keeping whatever was in there from coming out. It only made him want to shoot more, and shoot his libido higher, but it was keeping him from climaxing and breaking the rules.

And still, Draconicon continued teasing him. "Ah ah ah, little one, can't cum yet. Can't cum in my car, can't cum on my hand. We're still playing the game, still playing the game of teasing and touching and stroking. But oh how you want to, don't you?" he said, his free fingers, the ones not squeezing the base, stroking along the rest of the shaft, teasing and touching all along the shaft. "I can feel your need, pulsing all the way through your shaft, pulsing, twitching, your cock bouncing with need in my hand. I bet if I let go, you'd spurt harder than you've shot in a month, right? I know I'm right. I can feel it, each time my fingers rub along that twitching, needy prick of yours. You can't ignore it, can't stop thinking about it. My touch makes you so hot, so horny, each time I stroke up...and down," he said, suiting words to action as his hand made a single up and down movement along Angelo's shaft.

It didn't help that the dragon knew every little button to push, every little thing to say that would make this harder to deal with. He was going all out now, pushing every button while keeping the physical stimulation to an utter minimum. It combined into a feeling that raised his arousal to burning need, and he couldn't do a thing to assuage that need, because the dragon was in charge of his pleasure now. It was enough to make him groan in desperation, attempting to hump upwards to get more stimulation, knowing in the back of his mind that it was a futile gesture, at best.

"Mmm, my pet, you're doing well, holding back, but humping is a no no here," Draconicon said, squeezing the base of his cock again, pressing those scaly fingers into the sensitive flesh gently, but firmly. "You want to earn a spanking, little one? You want my big, strong hands beating your butt like a drum, making you glow in the dark again? You want your chubby cheeks to glow red for a few hours, or would you prefer your thunder thighs to burn with the heat of my hands, under the spanks of my tail, slapping down on your rippling, bouncing, chubby butt?"

Oh, he just had to remind him of that?! Angelo threw his head back and squirming like he was going into a fit, desperately trying to shove something against his mate's hand, against the seat, something that would let him get a climax, something that would let him get off, after this much teasing. It was almost painful by this point, painfully exquisite pleasure in this denial. His balls were begging to be released, his cock begging to be allowed to shoot, but he couldn't listen to them. He could only beg wordlessly for a climax from his master, the one in charge of his balls, his cock, in charge of every bit of pleasure that he might get.

His eyes met the dragon's, pleading, begging as they turned into the driveway of their little vacation house. It was greener around there, a little lusher, but that was barely registering in his mind as the dragon's fingers danced up and down his cock again, teasing him further. "Please," he whispered, barely audible even to his own ears. "Please...let me-" He was cut off by a scaly finger to his lips, stained with his own pre and cock scent.

"No no, my pet," Draconicon said with a smile. His finger held itself to Angelo's lips as they made their way up the long driveway, slowly making their way to the parking spot. The raccoon's eyes followed the road with nervous anticipation. The moment they parked, the game was over, the rules holding him from cumming would be done, and he could let loose.

That was, if the dragon didn't decide to torture him further under the guise of play.

To his horror and relief, the dragon started talking again, teasing him even more. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, and he whimpered as the dragon said, "Look, Angelo, my pet, the game's almost over...and your stamina's running low, isn't it? I can feel you shaking, burning, squirming and squirting with each little move my hand makes. Just imagine if I were to put the car in park, and lean over, and lick your cock. Imagine that, my pet, imagine my hot, warm mouth slipping over your shaft, my lips sealing tight over it as I sucked it as hard as I could." His hand squeezed along the base of the raccoon's cock, pulling on it lightly, as if simulating what he was describing, to the raccoon's great pleasure and whimpering need. "Just think of it, my warm, wet mouth sucking along your shaft, pulling it into my mouth, and you unable to stop me...with the end of the game in sight, with the finish line just head...but unable to get there."

If that happened, Angelo would go crazy. He would not be able to take that much teasing, not now, not this early. He whimpered and moaned, squirming harder than he had ever done before in the dragon's grip, frantically shaking his head at the idea of them stopping and the dragon teasing him like that, keeping him from cumming even longer. If he did that-

Something was different. Angelo opened his eyes, his panting breathing making his entire body shake as he realized that the stimulation had actually stopped, that it had been the dragon's words, only his words, at the end, and it had come within a hairs breath of causing him to lose himself to a powerful orgasm. The dragon was already stepping out of the car, and he walked over to his side, opening the door for him. Angelo looked up out of the car, panting, shaky, but managed to give his mate a thankful look.

"I tease you a lot, Angelo," Draconicon said as he offered his hand, pulling the raccoon out of the car, "but I wouldn't hurt you. That much teasing, with only your willpower keeping you from cumming? That would be just a little too much for you, just yet," he said with a shake of his head. He shut the door, and chuckled. "Maybe when you're a little more well trained, I might do that, but for now, you're still nowhere near ready for that."

Angelo shuddered lightly at the thought of the dragon eventually doing that, and whimpered as he felt his cock straining to release its load. He squeezed the base hard, holding it back for now, desperate for his orgasm, but still following the rules of his master. "Can...can I please release, Master?" he asked, whimpering softly with need. His cock was so hard, his balls so full, and everything felt like it would explode if he didn't get a release soon, but he would do what his master said.

"Hang on," Draconicon said, reaching into a pocket of his jeans. Angelo wondered what the heck the dragon could have back there that he needed now, but he held still, as best he could, at least. He shifted from foot to foot, trying to distract himself, as if that were even possible when he was this horny.

Before he could ask what the dragon was reaching for, he seemingly found it. He held up something that glinted in the sunlight, something that Angelo thought looked a little familiar before he reached down for his crotch, moving towards the raccoon's cock like black lightning. Angelo could have sooner made himself go instantly flaccid than stopped the dragon's movement. Not that he really wanted to, but that was the best comparison he could think of. He thought that the dragon would have started rubbing him to climax, or better, sucking him, something that he wouldn't have to do himself.

Instead, he felt something rather cool against the base of his cock. Eyes going wide, the raccoon looked down at his crotch, hoping, and pleading, in his confused mind, that it would both be and not be what he dreaded to see.

It was. It was a cock ring. The dragon had ringed his cock, keeping it this hard, this sensitive, and this desperate. And worse than that, it was one that he couldn't pull off, not without help from the dragon, so it would stay there until the dragon decided that he deserved a climax.

If he wasn't ringed, that concept would have made him cum. As it was, his cock strained to let loose a climax, failed, but tried. Panting a little bit, he looked up at his master, at his mate, and smiled. It was a shaky smile, a needy smile, but a smile nevertheless. "A challenge...for how long?" he asked. If he knew how long he would have to last with the cock ring, it would make it easier for him.

The dragon seemed to take a moment to think about that. His hand clenched at his chin for a moment, seeming to give the moment heavy thought before suddenly brightening up. It was not a pleasant look for the raccoon to see, particularly with that glint in the dragon's eyes. "I think another day and a half with that on your cock will be good. Tomorrow night, I'll let you have your cock loose again," the dragon said with a small chuckle, and a cocky smile.

Angelo thought that he might scream at that. In fact, with the shriek of denial running through his mind, he wasn't entirely sure he hadn't.

~~~

Draconicon smiled softly to himself as he watched his pet. The constant tease of an orgasm, just out of reach, held at this peak of arousal and kept hard by that cock ring for thirty six hours would have driven him mad, but for Angelo, he knew it was something he'd love. He got off on the denial of an orgasm. He could understand that, he supposed, but it wasn't something that he would do of his own free will, not without a great deal of compensation for it.

Patting Angelo on the back, the dragon tugged lightly on the raccoon's shirt. "Come on, my pet," Draconicon said with a grin. "Off with the clothes. You know the rules here. No clothes for you....well, you can keep your collar, and maybe a thong, but that's it," he said in an offhand manner, as if he was giving the raccoon a bit of a treat, rather than simply making sure that it enforced his role as a pet.

As for himself, he was going to stay clothed for a little bit longer, until they were in the cabin, at least. He didn't mind being naked around his mate, in fact, he loved it, but he didn't want to put on a show for any animals or anything else that were in the woods. Angelo, though, was a bit of another matter.

He patted the raccoon's back again, tugging the shirt a bit when he was still stubborn to get his clothes off. "Come on, we don't have all day," he said, leaning against the car with a small smile on his face. The blush that was slowly spreading across Angelo's face was cute, but he wanted to get on with this. The weekend in the cabin was something he looked forward to all year, and he wanted to get it started.

The blush seemed to crawl across Angelo's face, as though it wanted to spread as far as it could due to the situation. The raccoon's paws slowly reached down to his waist, and started pulling his shirt over his head. Due to the way he'd sweated a fair bit on the way here from the teasing, the shirt stuck to his belly a little bit, peeling off as it was pulled away. It revealed a well rounded belly, sticking over the waist just a bit, enough to be called chubby, but far from the definition of fat.

Draconicon smiled a bit as the shirt was pulled upwards, and when it was covering the raccoon's face but not completely off, he leaned in and stroked a claw along the curve of the belly, stroking it and dipping a finger into the belly button, causing his mate to shiver a little bit. It made him smile, and he tickled him just a bit before pulling his hand back again.

Angelo was squirming a bit from the tickle, and he was trying to pull the shirt the rest of the way over his head and failing. He pulled it down just enough to let his eyes peak over the top. "Did you shrink this or something? I can't get it over my head!" he said.

"Why would I do that?" Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side as he walked around the raccoon. "I mean, you're at your sexiest when you're undressed all the way. Why would I try and stop that?"

"You tease me enough with other things that I wouldn't be surprised if you had some reason," the raccoon muttered, squirming around inside the inexplicable bondage of his own shirt. However, each little squirm only seemed to make it more and more difficult for the shirt to come off, and only tangled his arms together further and further in the shirt sleeves and neck of the shirt.

By the time a minute had passed, the raccoon had slipped, fallen onto the dirt path that was the driveway, and was slumped with his backside up in the air, his belly on the ground, and his hands and arms wrapped around his face, grunting and growling as he tried to fight his way out of his shirt. It was like it was fighting to stay on him just as hard as he was fighting to get it off, and it was so totally ridiculous that Draconicon slumped down against the car and laughed.

He laughed and laughed and laughed, unable to stop even when Angelo managed to squirm his head over the edge of the shirt and glare at him. In fact, the glare, added into the funny picture, just made the dragon fall down and laugh harder, rolling on the ground with his hands held tight over his stomach.

By the time that he was done laughing, Angelo had managed to free his mouth from his shirt and get his hands and arms down enough for his mouth to be clear. "If you're done laughing, can you get me out of this?" Angelo asked.

Nodding as he pulled himself off of the ground, Draconicon wiped a tear from his eye and walked over to his love. He slowly pulled the raccoon to a standing position, and was starting to reach for the shirt to yank it the rest of the way off when a little idea popped into his head. After all, Angelo was completely helpless at the moment, at least from his waist up. This would be an opportunity that would be a shame to waste, certainly.

"What are you waiting for?" Angelo said with a bit of a snarl, biting at the shirt when it twisted over his lips again. "This really isn't comfortable."

"Is that any way to talk to your master, my pet?" Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side, his hands moving down the raccoon's flanks rather than over the shirt. "Is it any way to treat him, telling him to do something, when that's what he does to you?"

That immediately made the raccoon stop squirming, just like the dragon knew that it would. Angelo was devoted to being a pet, and he would immediately make sure to correct whatever his ill behavior was. As it was, he stopped, frozen still, and bowed his head as much as he was able. Admittedly, that wasn't much, but it was the thought and intention that mattered.

"Sorry, master," Angelo whispered into his shirt, and trying to look up at him. "May pet request that master help him out of his shirt?"

"Pet might request, but Master would deny his request," Draconicon said, letting his hands rub along the raccoon's sides, over his flanks. His claws teased the fur, rushing through it like the teeth of a comb, stroking him like the pet that he was. "Master has another idea. Hold your arms up as high as you can," the dragon commanded.

His pet did his best to comply, but it wasn't much. The shirt held him so tight that he couldn't move more than a few inches upwards. Still, it was enough, leaving his sides and parts of his armpits exposed to the dragon's sight. Chuckling softly to himself, the dragon laid his claw tips against the raccoon's sides, one against the side of the belly and the other to the armpit.

"What the-"

"Don't worry, my pet," Draconicon said with a small smile, twitching his fingers warningly, to keep the raccoon still. "It's nothing bad. Just a bit of fun for me before I finish stripping you," the dragon added, gently, encouragingly, as he stroked his claws along the sensitive areas of his mate.

He slowly started twitching his fingers along the armpit and side of the raccoon, smiling at the little shivers that Angelo's twitching muscles caused. He could tell the raccoon was starting to laugh, and wanting to laugh, but holding back as best as he could. Draconicon chuckled to himself, and twitched his fingers a little more, stroking them along the raccoon's trembling flesh. He would make the raccoon howl with laughter yet, that he was sure of.

Grinning, he pressed his hands against Angelo's belly, and started tickling in earnest, knowing how much it would tease the raccoon. Almost immediately after he started, the smaller mammal started twitching like crazy, little muffled grunts of laughter escaping his lips and caught by the shirt. Still, it was a start, and it made the dragon grin to himself. "Yes, that's it, Angelo," he said, dancing his fingers along the raccoon's stomach, more and more. "Go ahead and laugh, that's what I want to hear," he whispered.

And laughter he heard, particularly as he let his tickling fingers drift lower and lower, pressing under the raccoon's exposed balls in the crotch of his pants. A little tickle there produced gales of laughter from his mate, and the dragon's merciless fingers continued their little trek downwards. The twitching legs and belly of his boyfriend, his mate, didn't stop him in the least.

"Please...please, Master...mercy!" Angelo cried out between giggles, pulling this way and that in an attempt to get away from the tickling, probing fingers. "It's too much!"

"There is no mercy, my raucous raccoon, my giggling chubby boi," Draconicon said with a growing smile, his fingers tugging the raccoon's pants down, letting them pool around his ankles. He continued his little tickling assault, his fingers dragging down the inner thighs and pulling gales of laughter from his beloved. He tickled in and out on the thighs, working on the front, the back, the sides. But that was nothing compared to what happened when he reached the raccoon's knees, and started tickling behind them.

That place was enough to make the raccoon fall over onto his back from his laughter, squirming and rolling around in the dirt in a desperate attempt to get away from his fingers. Futile of course, and Draconicon sat down on the raccoon's backside, forcing him to lay on his belly as he was tickled. Trapped, Angelo had no choice but to endure the tickle torture.

And that was exactly what this was, tickle torture. Torture where the subject couldn't get away, couldn't squirm more than an inch or two in any direction, and would laugh his head off for up to hours at a time; that was what the dragon was putting his mate through.

Angelo was loving it. The dragon could tell that much, just by looking down between Angelo's legs. The raccoon's sheath had let loose its load, spilling a healthy sized cock outwards from arousal. Due to the positioning, with the dragon sitting on the raccoon's back, it was bent backwards a bit, far enough back to let him see it, but still soft enough for the bending not to hurt. Still, it was stiffening quickly, so the dragon stopped his tickling for now. He'd tend to the feet later, when there was more time, and when they were in a more comfortable position.

Stepping off of the raccoon's backside, he reached down for the shirt that Angelo was wearing, and gave it a good tug. It ripped down the middle and came off of the mammal. Angelo gasped a few times as the constricting piece of clothing was finally removed, and glared up at him. "Master, if you wanted me to be still, you didn't need to shrink my shirt to keep me pinned," he said.

"Why do you think I shrunk it?" Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side and offering his hand to the raccoon, pulling him back to his feet. "It fit fine earlier. Not like I could have shrunk it in the car, not without some kind of magic," he said with a little smile.

The raccoon blushed. "I know...still, I wouldn't put it past you to have done it...somehow..." he said, shaking his head a little. He looked down at his boxers and pants at his ankles, and kicked them away, back into the car. His shoes were already in there, kicked off during the drive here. "There, stripped. That work for you?" he asked, teasingly posing with a hand on his hip and behind his head, like a model.

Shaking his head, the dragon said, "Not quite, my love, but almost. Go sit on the steps by the door, I'll be along with the finishing touches in a minute." He waved dismissively, and turned to the trunk of the car, pulling out the key for it.

Still, he couldn't help sneaking a little peak at the naked raccoon as he walked over towards the cabin, that chunky, full junk in the trunk butt swaying back and forth a bit as he walked away. He imagined he could see a little bit of Angelo's balls as well. Would it have been any other male, he would have thought he was seeing things, but with his mate's tanuki style balls, anything was possible.

Black box after black box filled his eyes as he opened the trunk, and he quickly grabbed one of the smaller ones, near the back of the pile of luggage. "One of these days, I gotta start thinking before I pack," Draconicon said to himself as he popped the top of the box open.

Inside was a leash, strong, supple, and thin like a cord, attached to a rather sleek looking collar. It was a thinner one, meant more as a decoration than a functional sort of a collar, but it was well made, and it was definitely something that would fit the raccoon's neck. It should, the dragon thought to himself, considering he had measured the raccoon's neck several times in his sleep before sending the measurements off to the manufacturer. He pulled the collar out, holding it out to give it a good examination, to ensure it was up to his standards.

It was made of silver, thin and worked into strands that meshed together to form a weaving, flowing sort of effect. In a way, it replicated the way tree branches could grow, twist together, and flow in a single direction. Interspersed in irregular intervals, where the mesh was a little thinner, a little more open, were little gemstones, mostly amethyst, but with a few diamonds mixed in as well. Where the leash attached was a small ring with a dragon's head worked into it, to mark who the wearer belonged to even without the leash on.

Expensive, but it was worth it, for his mate. Smiling a bit to himself, the dragon clipped the leash to the ring on it, and then made sure to hold the collar behind his back. He wanted this to be a surprise to Angelo until the very last minute...and he didn't want to risk the raccoon getting hypnotized by the shininess before he got a chance to see it up close.

Checking the box for one more thing, he smiled as he pulled out a thong. It was something that the raccoon liked to do, from time to time, parading around in nothing but a thong to tease and arouse. Well, he'd have the chance to do that here, that was for sure. Hiding it with the collar, Draconicon quickly shut the trunk tightly and stepped back out from behind the car. The raccoon looked at him from the steps with a bit of confusion, and Draconicon smiled at him.

He jogged over to the front steps to the cabin, and leaned forward a bit, a bit like a parent over their kid. "Anniversaries require presents to one another, don't they, Angelo?" Draconicon asked, receiving a nod in return. "Well, this is one of the presents that I brought along for you," he said, pulling the collar out from behind his back, slowly and with a bit of a flourish.

The reaction to the collar was all that he could have hoped for. The raccoon's eyes went wide, and he giggled, and he pulled it close with careful hands. There was a mix of obsession and amazement, and sheer possessiveness, in Angelo's eyes, and Draconicon couldn't have felt more proud of the way that he had surprised his mate.

~~~

Angelo couldn't believe that Draconicon had given him this. Just looking at it, touching it, made him feel like he should have been paying money at a museum or something to see it. To know that this collar was his, that it was a present for him, just blew him away. He knew that was holding it like he was afraid someone might rip it away from him, but he couldn't help it. It was his raccoon nature. If something shiny was given to him, he would hold it tighter than anything else...except fish, of course, but that was another story.

He lifted it up to the sunlight that streamed through the trees around them, looking at the way the gems and the silver caught the light and reflected it, and more than that, held it, shining in the light beautifully. The collar itself would have been beautiful as a crown, or a tiara, but it was something that he would wear around his neck instead, and he would wear it with pride. Not for the wealth and beauty that it had, but because his master had given it to him, because his mate had given it to him. That was all the reason he needed to put it on, and wear it for as long as he could.

Slowly, he found the latch to it on the back, and pulled it apart, splitting it so that he could latch it around his neck. He slid the front half against his neck, and turned around, so that the back half, not touching him yet, faced his master. "Master, will you shut it?" he asked as respectfully as he could.

"Of course, little one," Draconicon said, his word choice making him shiver a little bit. The quiet click of the collar shutting around his neck had a ring of finality to it, but it was a pleasant ring. He sighed lightly, and rubbed his hands around the collar's surface, smiling at the way that it held itself shut, and was so well made that he couldn't find the way to unlatch it.

Smiling to himself, Angelo slowly gripped the leash and passed it to his master, keeping his head down like a good pet as he felt it taken from his head. Yes, he was a good pet, a very good pet. He would always be a good pet, and a good mate, to his master.

He followed behind the dragon as he was led up the steps, keeping his eyes down on the ground. He was a little lucky that he wasn't forced to walk on all fours at the moment, but he did keep himself hunched over a little bit, so that he walked more like a pet than anything else. He kept his eyes down on the steps, and, of course, on his master's feet.

What marvelous feet they were, too, Angelo thought to himself as his eyes glued themselves to the scaly appendages. They flexed lightly, the muscles under those scales pushing and pulling against one another to keep the dragon moving. The scales themselves were hardened, yet still smooth and supple. He knew just how good those feet felt to touch, just from the last night, what they did then. He giggled a bit to himself at the memory, and shook his head as he kept walking.

The steps continued upwards for a goodly amount of time, turning and twisting a few times to let them keep moving upwards. It was more of a staircase than just a set of steps, after all, taking them from the driveway to the cabin that was kept rather high off of the ground. The only other way up was to climb up a nearby tree and leap to the balcony that surrounded the cabin, but that wasn't something that either of them really did. The staircase worked quite well, even if it was a little bit steep for its purpose.

Continuing to walk along, Angelo slowly lifted his eyes from his master's feet to his backside. Even though it was still covered by a pair of jeans, he could see the muscular globes flexing, keeping those powerful legs moving. His paw reached out slowly, wishing to touch, to caress, to feel, but he yanked it back at the last moment. Pet was supposed to touch master only when master wanted to be touched, he reminded himself. At home, when he was a mate, he was able to touch, be touched, do what he wanted, but here, out at the cabin, when he was collared, he was a pet. A pet followed orders, and would do what master said.

Still, that didn't mean he couldn't have a little bit of fun with his master, without permission.

Giggling a bit, smiling to himself, Angelo leaned in and kissed his master's hand, then his wrist. He kissed slowly up that scaly arm, making sure to lavish it with affection and attention as they walked up the steps. He pressed his lips tightly against the scales, making sure his master felt each and every touch that he gave, sucking lightly as he pulled his head back and grinned, knowing that there would be a little hickey there the next day, from the strength of each kiss.

He'd almost made it up to the dragon's shoulder when they got to the top of the stairs, and reached the front door of the cabin. The designer had put it two steps away from the top step of the stairway, for some reason, so there wasn't much room to open the door or set down one's luggage when they reached the top step. Made of oak, and stained so that it would be a darker, stronger color than it otherwise would be, the door was strong enough to stand up to any kind of animal that might come around looking for shelter. Draconicon had said that he didn't want to have a surprise guest while they were away, and Angelo couldn't really blame him for that, now that he was thinking about it.

Draconicon pulled the door open after unlocking it, and Angelo smiled at the familiar interior, following his master in after the leash was tugged.

The first floor of the cabin was almost without walls, considering that the second floor was supported by pillars rather than by other walls like in other houses. The first floor's 'rooms' were adjustable, as they were made up by paper screens, providing a bit of an old Eastern feeling to the household. He couldn't help chuckling a bit at the sliding paper screens, already imagining a few designs he could put the rooms to. Perhaps a maze, with one of them in the center as a prize, Angelo thought to himself with a small chuckle.

But Draconicon didn't want to do anything on the first floor right now, apparently, because Angelo was tugged along, pulled towards the stairs on the opposite side of the cabin, so they could get to the top floor, where the more permanent rooms and structures were. That was the way the house was designed. The first floor would be the adaptable room, made to be whatever they needed, while the top floor would be a little more of a copy of home. It allowed them to do more or less whatever they wanted, considering they could make the cabin into whatever kind of living space they needed.

"Come, my pet, let's not keep the bed upstairs empty," Draconicon said, looking down at him with a small smile. "It's been empty for weeks. Let's go up and enjoy it again," he added. The dragon tugged him a little harder, pulling him along at a faster rate. He was grinning wider and wider, and Angelo felt his own smile broaden, spreading wider and wider as he thought of what they could do already.

Stairs went by quickly, the both of them almost jogging in their effort to get to the bedroom quickly. Angelo didn't know how desperate Draconicon was, considering he'd had some time to calm down from the car ride, but he knew that he wanted to be taken, to have that thick, plump dick in his rear, and feel it pounding him as hard as the dragon could.

Rooms and hallways blurred in the raccoon's sight as they rushed with a single minded purpose towards the bedroom. He groaned heavily to himself, thinking of how much his cock needed release. His thick balls bounced and jostled between his legs with each hurried step, and his cock slapped against his thighs, pressing against them, the tip rubbing the fur and leaving pre behind. He panted heavily at the need building in his system, at the stimulation he was forced to receive with every step that he took, and wasn't sure if he should moan or cry at the desperation that filled him with each step that he took.

Finally, they reached the bedroom. The large bed in the center of the room, big enough and wide enough to hold at least four different people, beckoned to them. The bright, crimson sheets stood out against the darker colors of the carpet, and the walls, dark violet and black specifically. The ceiling was the only bright spot of the room, and that was because it was a skylight, a pure glass ceiling, to allow them to look up at the stars at night, and to brighten the room during the day.

But that was all familiar to the raccoon now, so he didn't pay attention to it for any longer than it took to verify that everything was the same. Besides, Draconicon was pulling him along by the leash, and if he had stayed still to look at the room, he would have been yanked off of his feet.

Pulled onto the bed by the dragon, Angelo was pushed down against the sheets as Draconicon pulled him close, muscular, powerful arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against an equally scaly and powerful chest, pinned between the bed and his beloved master. He nuzzled into his master, sighing in happiness, and smiled as he was nuzzled in return, gently, but without the slightest decrease in the force holding him against the dragon. He grinned to himself, and rubbed along the dragon's side as he hugged him in return.

"Mmm, Angelo, I need you, now!" Draconicon said, those scaly hands rubbing down the raccoon's spine until they reached his backside, squeezing his plump cheeks in a way that made them bounce, shift, and conform to the dragon's hands. "You teased me so much in the car, but now, you're mine, and I'm going to make you ride my cock for all its worth!"

That was all the raccoon needed to hear. His grin spread so far that he was sure that it was going to split his face in two, but he reached down and grabbed at his master's cock, still sticking out from the front of his pants. He dived down towards it, kneeling as his fuzzy paws pulled at the dragon's jeans, yanking them out of the way, and exposing his master's lovely shaft and nubs for his internal balls. As always, they teased him, made him drool at the way they looked, and he leaned in, pressing his cheek against the shaft.

The musk assaulted his nostrils, forcing its way in even as Angelo held his breath. It slammed into his nose and through his mind, filling his mind with the sheer strength of his master's arousal. It was salty, slightly sweet, and strong enough to make him forget anything else but pleasuring his mate and master, to feel that cock inside of him, and to make his master cum.

Draconicon's scaly hand pressed at the back of his head, shoving him harder against the cock in front of him. The musk tripled in strength, making him moan, his tongue delicately scraping along the side of the massive member in front of him, the foot long length quivering with repressed arousal. "Oh, master, your cock is so hard for me, it needs me, doesn't it?" he whispered, panting softly, making sure his warm breath played over the sides of his lovely, loving dragon's member. "Please, let me touch it, play with it, please it? Please, let pet make you feel good, make you cum, please, master!"

There was no answer from the dragon, and Angelo whimpered softly. He moved downwards, his tongue and lips rubbing against the little nubs of his master's balls, rubbing them, lifting and pressing them. The musk pressed at him harder. He knew that his master was horny, knew that his master needed relief, but he was kept from pleasuring him. He needed the command, the release of his master's permission, before he could touch him, make him moan, groan, and cum with stream after stream of lovely dragon spunk.

"Please, master!" he pleaded, lifting his head from between the dragon's legs, making his face a picture of horny desperation. "Let pet do something! Let pet pleasure you, stroke you, lick you, anything to make you cum and cover me with your seed!"

"Angelo." The dragon paused, and Angelo's face lifted, gluing itself to the dragon's face, to his mouth, his lips. He needed a command, something. He needed his master to tell him what he wanted him to do. He would go crazy if he didn't get to do something for his master soon.

"Angelo," Draconicon said, smiling at him. "Angelo, I want you to suck my cock, right now. As much as I love to hear your begging, your hot little mouth would be better suited to wrapping itself around my dick right now," he said with a grin and a thrust of his hips, rubbing the tip of his member against the raccoon's chin, forcing a little bit of pre to stain the fur.

That was all the raccoon needed to hear. He dived onto the cock with the speed of a cobra striking for its prey, almost swallowing it in his eagerness to get it into his throat, to get it pumping and slick with his saliva, to taste it.

It was just as good as he had hoped. The shaft throbbed in his mouth, pre spilling over his tongue and coating it with a flavor that matched the musky scent in strength. He grinned around the shaft, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth, his tongue lashing along it and drawing moans from the powerful male it belonged to. Each moan he heard made him dive further and further along the shaft, swallowing it into his throat with barely a gag from it, each drop of pre reassuring him of how good a job he was doing.

Sucking it into the back of his throat, his lips locked along the base of the cock, Angelo looked up as best he could. He could barely lock eyes with his master, and he looked for any sign of displeasure, any sign that he was doing something wrong and could improve on this. He wanted to be the best he could ever be for his master, wanting to be the best pet he could be, just as he wanted to be the best mate, and he always dreaded that he would look up and see that his master, his dragon, his mate, was no longer satisfied with him.

His dragon had no signs of disappointment, or even surprise. There was only pleasure written across his face, utter, true pleasure that was growing with each little move that he made down the dragon's cock. Grinning, Angelo doubled his efforts. He wanted the dragon's cum in his mouth, going down his throat, to his belly, and he wanted it now.

Shoving his head down to the base of the dragon's cock again, feeling the tip and a few more inches besides slip into the back of his throat, Angelo swallowed. He sucked along the cock, swishing his tongue along the underside as much as he could as his throat massaged and stroked the cock inside. He panted heavily, breathing shallowly, excitedly, as he felt the dragon prick pulse in his throat, nearly reaching its climax.

Looking up with a teasing smile, the raccoon reached around his love's hips. He slowly slipped a finger into his butt crack, slowly stroked downwards, teasingly stroking the sensitive flesh back there. As he felt the tension, the stiff arousal in his mouth reach its peak, he thrust that finger up the dragon's rear, pushing in and rubbing the prostate, square on.

That was all it took. The dragon roared as he hit climax, and Angelo braced himself, swallowing desperately around the tip as the dragon's flood of semen hit his mouth and throat. It flooded his mouth, and he was barely able to keep up with the deluge of cum. It was warm, salty, and he moaned at the flavor, sucking it down his throat into his stomach as fast as he could. He panted heavily, sucking along the length of his master's cock in an effort to prolong his climax.

Still, even dragons had to stop coming sometime. Panting, Angelo slowly pulled back from his mate's cock, letting it flop out of his mouth and fall down against the dragon's thighs. Already, it was starting to slide back into his master's genital slit, pulling itself back to safety. His own cock couldn't do that right now, because of the cock ring wrapped around it, and from his own arousal at how he had just served his master, but Angelo didn't really care about that at the moment. He'd made master cum, and he'd made master happy. That was all that mattered to him. All.

He grinned up at the dragon, and rubbed his master's scaly thighs lightly. "Master, did pet do good?" he whispered, leaning in close and pressing his cheek against his master's thigh, closing his eyes.

"Pet did very, very, very good," Draconicon said, making him grin a bit more. He burrowed against the dragon's thigh a bit, using it as a bit of a pillow as he continued kneeling in front of his master. Slowly, Draconicon pulled them back against the bed, laying down for a change, rather than standing and kneeling. He didn't move, keeping himself down by the dragon's thigh.

"Come on, little one," the dragon said, patting the bed a little closer to him. "Lay up here with me. Lay with me, cuddle with me. We'll do more of that later," he said, tugging on the leash when Angelo didn't immediately move upwards.

Smiling at his master's command, Angelo pulled himself up the bed, crawling across it on all fours, until he was face to face with the dragon. He laid down facing his master, his love, and smiled. "Is this better, Master?" he asked.

Draconicon smiled, and patted his cheek. "Much better, my love, much better," he said. He leaned in slowly, and pulled him into a kiss, one which Angelo heartily returned, returned with a grin and a moan. Those scaly lips felt heavenly, soft yet firm, commanding even in this intimate, loving embrace.

Strong, scaly arms wrapped around him, and he returned the hug, embracing his master with as much strength as his body could muster. It was pitiful, compared to the dragon's much stronger muscular system, but he managed to get a little grunt from his master. Pressing his lips tighter against his dragon's lips, he tentatively opened his lips, just a little, and pressed his tongue against the dragon's lips.

It was amazing just how eager the dragon's mouth welcomed him. Those scaly lips opened and allowed his tongue in without hesitation, the thin, slick tongue inside wrestling with his in a playful manner. The forked tips tickled his tongue enough to make him giggle in the kiss, but he never considered breaking the kiss. He just pressed harder, forcing his lips against the dragon's, pressing his tongue into his mate's mouth, feeling around with it, playing, teasing, touching, exploring, everything that he could do.

Just as his tongue was busy teasing and exploring the dragon's mouth, his hands were eagerly rubbing up and down the dragon's spine, rubbing between his leathery wings, stroking along the light bumps that followed his spine, and squeezing, rubbing just along the top of his tail, just where it attached to his back. The dragon's hands rubbed along his back just as eagerly, but they didn't stop at his tail, moving down and rubbing at his backside, taking handfuls of his chubby cheeks and rubbing them, groping them, squeezing them, even pinching them enough to make him yelp. Each little touch made his face erupt in a blush, and he was soon glowing red from all the touches to his backside.

Finally, he broke the kiss, gasping for air, panting softly. His member pressed up against the dragon's belly, the tip leaking some pre despite the lock of the cock ring. His body burned with arousal, and he panted, humping against the dragon's softer belly scales for a second before he stopped himself. If it were possible, he would have sworn that his blush grew brighter from it.

Draconicon looked at him teasingly, licking at his lips with that long, flexible tongue of his. "Mmm, a most delicious kiss, my pet, my love," he said, stroking a claw along the raccoon's cheek, stroking from the cheek to the jaw to the neck in one movement. "I so love to feel you so close to me. Let's do it again," he whispered, leaning in and resuming the kiss.

Angelo panted heavily as the kiss started again, and just lost himself to the love and lust that was filling him. He pressed his hands to the dragon's cheeks, cupping them, as he felt his own cheeks being cupped a second later, and just let the kiss last for as long as it would.

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Panting, Angelo flopped back on the bed, falling spread-eagled to the sheets that were strewn in every direction now. He looked up at the naked dragon standing beside the bed, who was panting just as hard as him but didn't show any other sign of fatigue or tiredness. It was like he was a lovemaking machine, or something like that, like sex just made him stronger and faster and better.

"Mmm, that was great, my love," Draconicon whispered, patting his cheek lightly as he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. The dragon's cock had finally slithered all the way back into his genital slit, so the raccoon was going to be safe from any further sexual adventures for a few hours, at least. The last six hours had nearly drained his balls in a way he hadn't thought possible, and he stared at his master, his lover, his mate, with amazement.

"How the...hell did you...get that good?" the raccoon whispered softly, leaning back on the bed to catch his breath. He tried to prop himself up with an arm, but it just collapsed under him as he shook. "That was...amazing."

"A lot of stamina work-outs, Angelo...a lot of them," the dragon said. He chuckled a bit at him, and rubbed his face lightly, gently, with his hand. "I wanted this to be a good surprise for you, so I had to tell you that I was doing a lot of work late. I was really just trying out this new regimen that I found online."

"Well, whatever...whatever it was, it works," he said with a small smile. He reached up and grabbed the hand rubbing his cheek, and squeezed it. "Show me how to do it, sometime. I want to be able to keep up with you, if you're going to want to have this much sex. Can't have a tanuki being outdone by a dragon, after all," he said with a small chuckle.

"Quarter tanuki, my love," the dragon said, squeezing his hand in return. "No one would blame you if you weren't able to keep up with your master, particularly now. But if you really want to learn, I'll show you the website when we get home. I don't want anything to interrupt our weekend now," he said, leaning down. His face was only an inch or two from Angelo's nose, and he smiled. "This weekend is our anniversary, our celebration for being together, and I'm not going to let it be interrupted by training, by work, by anything, you know. I just want it to be you, me, and all the fun that we can possibly have together," he whispered, his hands slowly cupping the raccoon's face, slowly pulling him closer, closer, until their lips touched.

It was gentle, and it was chaste, without the slightest hint of tongue or anything else. It was special, and the raccoon lay there as he was kissed, too tired to do more. But he did smile. There was no way he couldn't, with his love treating him so kindly, so well.

The kiss broke, eventually, as they all had to do, but his smile didn't. He just kept smiling at his mate, and the smile grew larger as he felt Draconicon sliding around the bed, slipping into it beside him. The dragon's scaly chest pressed against his back, and his muscular arm pulled him close, stroking his chest lightly as he was tugged tightly, pulled flush against the dragon, so they were spooning together.

"Mmm, sleepy already, master?" Angelo asked with a little giggle, rubbing his backside against his master's groin. "All the raccoon loving got you all worn out?"

"Don't pretend you're not tired too, Angelo, my pet," Draconicon whispered, yawning a bit, his jaw spreading wide enough that Angelo half wondered if he could fit his head into that maw. "That loving took a lot out of both of us. Besides, we've got all weekend for more fun," he said with a grin. He pointed out the window on one wall, where they could see out to the west, where the sun was setting. "Besides, it's almost night time. I think sleep is good for us...well, if you can curb your nocturnal instincts, at least," he said, jokingly. He earned a little slap from Angelo's tail for that, though, even if it was from a fluffy and soft tail.

Still, the dragon was right. He was more than tired from that round of lovemaking. Six hours of sex was something that could definitely take it out of a person. He half wondered if anyone ever considered making an exercise regimen out of it, and had to stifle a giggle from that thought. It was a little ridiculous, really. Still, it was a very fun way to spend time with your partner, he had to admit.

Snuggling back against the dragon, Angelo turned his eyes to the sunset. It was truly beautiful, setting down along the treeline, slowly falling down past the trees and leaving the sky stained a bright pink and orange, slowly fading into the purple after image of it, and then into the darkness of night. By the time the darkness arrived, though, his little eyes were closed, and he snored as he snoozed, as did the dragon behind him. Snuggled together, they spent the night in one another's arms, comforting, loving, and just being with one another.

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