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The room was filled with the electronic sounds of digital interactive entertainment. Two figures sat facing the television, leaning one way or the other as they worked their thumbs over the controls they held. The battle had reached a fevered pitch. Neither one could sit still or remain quiet. Their voices were no doubt annoying the neighbors but they didn't care, they were having fun.

"I'm gonna get you!" Jay said, the skunk grinning strongly as he pressed the attack.

"Stop it! No fair beating up on me!" Smokey shot back.

The dragon was not terribly skilled at fighting games, even one as colorful and paradoxically cheerful as this most recent entry into the series. Mega Bash Brothers just wasn't his game, but he still enjoyed a little friendly competition. Even if his "trash talk" suggested otherwise. And it wasn't really something that fit the definition of "trash talk".

"That's the whole point! I gotta do it! So either practice more so you can beat me up or stop crying about it!" the skunk said, nudging his friend with an elbow.

"Meany!" Smokey shouted, unable to think of any sort of good come back.

The battle raged on, but only for a few moments. Fairly soon, the iconic sound of a 'Final Bash' filled the room and the blue dragon cried out in dismay as his character was sent careening off the screen as though he had been shot out of a cannon. There came the telltale 'explosion' signifying that there was no recovery coming and the match ended. Jay had soundly whipped him, and with three out of five stocks remaining.

"And that's game. You're getting better. Not by much, but you're actually getting better." Jay said, dropping the controller in his lap before leaning against his friend.

"Yeah, better at running away. I just don't have the mind for this kind of game. I can't think that fast and react the way you do." Smokey said.

"Just gotta practice, learn how to read the other character. Pretty soon, you'll be able to see what I'm doing before it even registers with me." Jay replied.

"Maybe. But not tonight. Anyway, it's getting late. I probably should let you head back home." the dragon said.

He put his controller down on the coffee table after using it to command the console to switch off. The television went dark before turning solid blue to signify no signal. Then, it went dark again, this time because it had been turned off.

"Yeah, I suppose I should. Don't wanna keep you up too late." Jay said, turning to look out the window.

The sight was not a terribly inviting one. A curtain of white fell, covering the world outside in a layer of silent fury. The wind had picked up, making it look extra inhospitable. Smokey took note of the snowstorm swirling away outside and frowned.

"Well, that's just great. It got here even sooner than they predicted." he said.

"Yeah. I was hoping to get home before this hit. I guess I got too carried away kickin' your butt." Jay said with a laugh.

"I got carried away too," Smokey said, "Look, I can't let you go out in that. It's just too nasty out there. You should stay the night."

"Oh please. It's not that bad. And it's not like I can't deal with a little cold. I'm a lot fuzzier than you after all. There's a reason why people call skunks 'blanket butts' after all." Jay replied, grinning.

"Dude, look at it. It's practically a blizzard. You've got five blocks to walk to get home. You'll freeze, I don't care how much fluff you've got." the dragon said, sounding concerned.

"Hey, I didn't say I'd enjoy it. I'm not really looking forward to it if I'm honest. But I can handle it." the skunk said as he walked to the front closet, pulling his heavy coat out to slip into.

"Jay, no. I can't let you do it. You can stay here the night. It'll be fine. Please. I insist." Smokey said, moving to stand in front of the door, hoping to block access.

The black and white striped fellow sighed and looked up at the slightly taller blue drake. He stopped his preparation, feeling his own hesitance begin to get the better of him.

"You've only got one bed, and knowing you, you'll insist I take it while you're out here on the couch. And I've heard how much you hate sleeping on that evil thing. It grabs hold of you and doesn't let go, then when you finally do wrench yourself free, you talk about how it messes up your back." Jay said.

"Yeah... that's all true. I wouldn't wanna make you sleep on the couch," Smokey said as he looked away while trying to figure out a solution, lifting his gaze once more as it occurred to him, "You know... I could always do the thing. I know how much you like it."

That caught Jay's attention. He blushed powerfully and tugged his coat around him as if he needed it for protection. The dragon really was suggesting it.

"Really? You'd be okay with it?" the skunk asked.

"Dude, you know I like doing it. Probably nowhere near as much as you like having it done. You're a little bit of a freak, you know?" Smokey answered with a broad grin.

"You're absolutely sure? It's not any trouble? I wouldn't want to impose." Jay said.

"It's no imposition. In fact, I think I sleep better like that than when I don't." Smokey said.

The skunk huffed a little, feeling his willpower melt away. It wasn't something they did all that often, usually because conflicting schedules didn't allow them to fully indulge. But now, with a snowstorm forcing him to stay inside, they could indulge as much as they might want to. The real question was just how far was this going to go? There was the event itself, of course, but would there be any 'additional activities'?

"Are you looking for just a quick bite? Or... were you interested in... going slower?" Jay asked.

"I can go as slow as you want me to. We've got all night." Smokey replied, stepping in close to wrap his arms and wings around his friend.

It was intended to be a simple, platonic gesture, but neither could deny the subtle tingle the act brought to them both. Jay found himself leaning in against his scaled friend and even nuzzled up under his chin. The embrace had been the sealing factor.

"Well... I guess I could stay... just don't get mad at me if I kick in my sleep." the skunk said.

"Trust me, I won't get mad. Now... to bed with you." Smokey replied.

There was a brief wait while Jay disrobed. The dragon didn't bother removing anything. His vest was open, so there wasn't any chance of it ripping or the buttons popping off. As for his shorts, he might unbutton and unzip them as they progressed, but he wasn't concerned. Soon, the skunk was sitting next to his azure scaled friend, pressing close. It wasn't unpleasantly cold in the house, but it was certainly chillier than either would have particularly liked. With the promise of a warm bed waiting, Jay didn't bother to play coy.

The casual yet intimate cuddle they were enjoying quickly turned to the matter both were interested in. Smokey opened his jaws. The interior of his maw glistened with moisture as he leaned forward. Jay stared into the waiting cavern, marveling at it quietly. He pressed forward, resting his chin against the welcoming tongue that unfurled before him like a doormat or a long red carpet. The dragon's lips closed around his friend's neck and he hummed quietly around him. There was a moment where he paused to sample the skunk's flavor. Jay always had a rather lovely taste, one that Smokey intended to savor.

Rather than the usual grabbing and stuffing that was so often the case, the dragon opted for the gradual approach, as was on both their minds. Instead of one hefty swallow, he took several smaller gulps. He even waited between each to oh so slowly inch the skunk down his gullet. The instant Jay's nose was pressed against the back of his throat, it began, and they were both committed. A happy little coo filled the drake's neck, muffled by the layers of flesh and scale separating him from the outside world. So far, both predator and prey were enjoying themselves.

Progress was made at a glacial pace. It afforded the inquisitive tongue a chance to rather thoroughly explore everything the skunk had to offer. It was a very personal massage that was sure to only grow more intense and more intimate as they continued. The undulating walls of the dragon's throat squeezed and pulsed around the intruding fellow, reminding him that he could scarcely do anything to reverse course. But why would he want to? It was so warm and though it was a bit sticky, the drake's interior was as accommodating as always.

It took Smokey almost ten minutes to finally pull Jay's shoulders into his mouth. The grand lump in his throat had pushed down far enough that the skunk's head was resting in his chest now. The sound of a powerful heartbeat thumped away in Jay's ears. That in combination with all the other sounds of a body's inner world drowned out anything that might be heard from the outside world. The soft, subdued groans of delight that surrounded him informed him that Smokey was enjoying his meal just as much as he usually did.

The biggest trouble with going as slow as the boys were at this point was there was considerable temptation to take a big swallow. Squirming on Jay's part wouldn't help that any. He had a wicked thought after he felt his chest start to slip into the hot, humid depths he would be calling home for the evening. It wouldn't take much for him to try and stimulate the dragon's natural desire to be greedy. Rarely did Smokey show such a side, but he was acutely aware of its existence. On more than one occasion Jay managed to elicit that more selfish part of the blue drake. Usually it resulted in a much more rapid, much more animalistic devouring, though never did any harm come to the skunk. There was something gratifying about a beast being so possessive that it had to stuff its prey in as quickly as it could. After all, a proper predator couldn't let competition try to steal his catch from him.

That thought all on its own was enough to make the mephit wriggle about and coo all over again. He tried to keep those squirms to a minimum, but the quiet little growl that sounded in his ears made him grin like a fool. It would be so easy to trigger the dragon's greed. He could do it, then he would be sealed away in a matter of minutes. Visions of the blue fellow lounging on the couch, watching television, reading a book, or perhaps continuing his gaming while ignoring the lumpy, active gut he would be sporting filled Jay's mind. He could hardly stand it. Already he was beginning to feel the result of such imaginings. As soon as he realized what he was doing to himself, Jay issued a silent scolding for being so rude. Apparently, his predator wasn't as distraught about the notion.

A paw cupped between the skunk's legs, gently stroking across the exposed flesh that was firming up. What had been a gradual process quickened thanks to the additional help. A powerful shudder raced through Jay's form. His coos turned to a moan, loud enough to be heard by anyone in the room, had it been more than just the dragon and his guest. A few droplets of moisture seeped up out of the skunk's rod, smeared across the drake's palm. Smokey took no offense from this and simply continued to caress his friend, all while steadily devouring him.

The dragon's teeth brushed along the middle of the skunk's spine. He took care not to dig in, but only clamp ever so gently to hold him in place after each swallow. He was nearly to Jay's waist. It had been at least fifteen minutes, possibly twenty by now, and there was no sign of either of the boys desiring a faster pace. Instead, they each took to appreciating one other in their own ways. Smokey had the clear advantage of course. He dragged his tongue across Jay's chest and stomach, lapping slowly at the delicious morsel he had been lucky enough to wrap his jaws around. His paw worked steadily over the stiff spire that had made itself known during the endeavor. His other paw meanwhile traced slowly across Jay's lower back, down across his rump, and along one of his thighs. He even took the time to stroke ever so tenderly against the base of the skunk's large, fluffy tail.

Inside, Jay had a slightly more difficult time trying to return the favor. He reached out with his own paws to caress along the forearm leading to the digits teasing and dancing across his groin. It was a small gesture that showed he was indeed quite happy to receive such attention. He nuzzled against the pulsating walls surrounding him, doing so with greater strength the instant he felt his nose bump against a ring of muscle. It didn't want to yield initially, remaining clenched firmly shut. It didn't take much coaxing at all to convince it to relax and permit its visitor access. A gurgle rose up around the skunk as his muzzle slipped through the ring and into the waiting chamber below. This would be his bedroom--or as he preferred to think of it--his home for the evening.

Smokey sensed that gurgle below and moved the paw from Jay's rump to his stomach. It was already beginning to swell, and it would not stop until it claimed every last bit of the skunk pressed into him. Just as Jay had enjoyed earlier, the dragon began to picture what it would be like once the deed was done. He would be fat, heavy, and delightfully overstuffed. It would carry with it a sense of discomfort, a mild yet glorious agony of being full beyond what was reasonable. He was already relishing the bellyache to come, knowing that it would be caused by his dear friend. Before he realized it, having been lost in his delicious imaginings, he found the skunk's rump to be pressed against the roof of his mouth.

They were halfway done. And that came with one lovely little addition of fun to their evening. The length that he had been tending to was no longer waggling about in the cool open air; cruelly neglected while the rest of the skunk was being shown such gracious care. Now, that neglect had come to an end. The supple flesh of the dragon's tongue pressed against the throbbing member, still drooling away. It smeared its seasoned ooze across the beast's organ, all while Smokey slipped it about. He sought every detail he could explore.

This brought Jay to squirm. He had fought hard to push down the urge, but now, he had no will power left to defy the need. He began rolling his hips down into his friend's jaws, thrusting along the exploring tongue that was slathering him in a mix of drool and his own clear dribblings. The moan that had come earlier grew louder. The swell of the dragon's stomach now showed nicely as he sat on the couch, trying to find a comfortable posture for the both of them. Now that he could let his tongue do the job his paw had been charged with briefly, he could address the issue of his pants. He was feeling something other than his abdomen swelling. The button and zipper were unfastened and a paw plunged down into his boxers. He retrieved his own steadily growing shaft, pumping over it slowly as he shared such a pleasure with his friend.

The two made their respective noises of approval and delight, all while Jay ever so slowly slipped down the kindly drake's throat. As soon as the head of his shaft was pressed into the gullet that had already claimed so much of him, the skunk twitched and grit his teeth. His head was pressed against the interior of the dragon's stomach, making the grey abdomen expand, so any movement Jay made was clearly visible through Smokey's hide. The blue drake mashed his quickly stiffening rod against that churning dome, letting his meal help bring him to the end he sought, just as he was about bring Jay to his own climax.

A cry of elation, heavily dampened by dragon flesh, filled the blue's belly. A hearty blast of seed painted the inside of the dragon's muzzle, pouring almost directly down his throat. There was enough forced back up into the blue's muzzle that he was given a stout sampling of it. All that did was make him seal his lips, pursing them around the skunk. He lifted his chin and tensed everything from his nose to his waist. It was an attempt to keep the skunk right where he was until he was done. It took several minutes as burst after burst of musky essence ushered forth from the throbbing mast trapped in the drake's maw. A groan rumbled away around Jay as he slowly began to settle, his form falling limp and unable to do more than twitch.

The steady swallowing continued, never once hastening for fear that it might break whatever spell allowed both the chance to enjoy their time together. The pace of the drake's paw on his own spire remained subdued. He didn't wish to get too carried away and end up bolting the rest of his friend down. Great care was taken as he reached Jay's thighs, not wishing him harm in the slightest. When he passed the skunk's knees, the dragon tipped his head back further and let gravity help do the work. This hurried things along simply by virtue of Smokey being too tired to try and grip his friend with his throat tight enough to slow him. The slick, rubbery walls refused to hold Jay and he went spilling into the dragon's belly. He was forced to curl up, sliding in with a wet squelch.

As the last of the skunk was consumed--his calves, paws, and the exceptionally generous fluff of his tail passing at long last--Smokey's middle surged outward, filling his lap and trapping his arm underneath as he continued to try and finish himself. He slowly closed his jaws and swallowed that final time. Then, he turned and sprawled out along the couch. His gut stood above him, freeing his paw as he continued to pump away steadily. A grunt and a groan drifted through the room as he approached orgasm. Inside, Jay could hear his friend's effort bear fruit. He heard the pleasured moans that paired with the inevitable painting of the grey and blue stomach he was balled up inside.

A gentle pant saw the dragon's chest rise and fall as he lay there, stuffed and content. He grinned and ran one of his paws over his vast, chubby gut, tracing across the faint shapes of Jay's figure that showed in his scales. It was always so lovely to 'put someone to bed' like that. He huffed and groped at his tummy as he felt his passenger turn around so that the skunk's head was pointed up towards the drake's chest.

"Thanks... for the... warm bed... Smokey." Jay called out, slightly winded.

"You're welcome. Sleep well buddy." the dragon replied.

A rather impressive belch followed, shaking the dark, sticky world the skunk now called home. Then the world shifted and turned itself about. Smokey had sat himself back up. Then it shifted again as he stood. A steady sway followed, no doubt from the dragon's gait as he waddled his way out of the living room. In only a few minutes time, the sound of water splashing against the firm, skunk-filled gut was reaching Jay's ears. He grinned as he imagined his blue friend trying to squeeze himself into the shower, probably to clean up the mess he had made on himself.

A few minutes later, the water went away and the swaying of walking resumed. After he dried off, the dragon made his way to the bedroom. He slipped back into a pair of boxers, then sat down on his mattress. He huffed and cradled his bloated stomach with both paws. It had been a very pleasant evening indeed. If only they could repeat it more often. With a bit of a struggle, Smokey turned himself and dragged his skunk-laden gut in towards the middle of the bed. The sheets were drawn up over his swollen frame and he settled on his back. His tummy stood up above him just as it had on the couch.

Smokey smiled at the dome, running his paws over it, enjoying the feel of the warm sheet and blanket separating the stretched hide from his palms. That bellyache was present just as he had predicted. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Jay's breathing, and he was certain he could hear the nearly inaudible sound of a quiet little snore. The skunk had already fallen asleep. It pleased the drake to know his friend was that comfortable. A thrum filled his throat and he closed his eyes, letting his thoughts focus on the heavy weight pushing down on his hips and spine. It would be there in the morning, but that didn't stop him from wanting to savor every second of the experience that he could.

Slowly, the dragon drifted off as well. The snow continued to fall outside while the wind blew it about. The bitter cold couldn't reach them, especially not Jay. He was wrapped up in an intensely warm belly that intended to hold him for some undefined amount of time. As far as he was concerned, he could stay there forever. Smokey probably wouldn't mind, he had thought. It was the perfect place to hide from a blizzard, no matter how long the storm lasted.

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