X~ROsen
Warning: the following contains very disturbing thoughts and some male on male action. Do not read if you find this offensive.
The chunks of vomit came spilling out in a fiery stream from the fox's maw, eyes rolled back and paws gripping at the sheets as the familiar wave of sickness surged through his tainted blood. As always, he regretted letting it spill onto the clothes that he had hand sewn, hard time spent into his lovley dark outfits, the one picked to be flashed about the evening this time being thick combat boots, large poofy black pants, and a torn fishnet shirt that clung to his toned, Sunset Boulevard grown body mixed with his deep brown and white bellied fur, bright blonde hair flowing down to his shoulders. He was rather unkempt for the moment, the mess of vomit trailing down him, blood up under his nose, and bloodshot eyes quite the complete opposite of the word charming. That is for everyone except the well muscled, leather pants clad red dragon scooched up behind him, sniffing at his scent as the two squirmed on the red satin bed.
Loud thumps from the wall told the story of the party in the main room, the masses dancing to the beat the DJ slipped on among the colorfully laiden lights and heat. The two in the dark private room payed little attention as they recovered from their bit of partying. The dragon's paw held the golden slick hair back as the fox unloaded his stomach, the other one however rubbing all over the beautiful companion's body, gripping at his crotch as he dry humped into his tight rear.
"What's wrong foxxie? Did you have to much sniff sniff?" The dragon whispered hotly into the ear as it twitched, making him coo as he finished up, bringing a paw up to wipe his lips as he rolled onto his back and arched up, paws still gripping around at the bed.
"I..can't feel.. her... where is she?" The foxxie sputtered out, eyes twitching back and forth as he rubbed the dragon's strong back, lightly digging his claws into there and leaving sharp and deep marks. The dragon moaned hard to those and leaned in, biting along the fox's neck as he growled softly and slipping his paw down into the poofy black pants to rub the furred sheath. The fox moaned out and arched some more, tilting his head back as his lips quivered. The room was spinning, all around he could see faces, hear voices that muttered countless profanities.
"You can't tell? She's right over there.. your dear girl is over in the corner. You don't remember do you?" The dragon responded back, slowly nipping down his neck and to his chest, getting more lustful by the moment. The fox was lost inbetween his visions to notice much of the pleasure being provided, jerking his head quickly to the side as he panted slowly and heavily, shredding at the sheets as he glanced to the corners of the room, ignoring the faces until he finally caught sight of his target. His vision focused in immediatley, the scenery changing to a very dark abyss, stone walls rising from the depths into a milky white swirling sky, a large throbbing and gnarled tree rising out of a plot of floating dirt in the shape of an eye. From the top most branch, he followed the black and red christmas light rope down onto the view of his recent ex girlfriend, swaying lightly back and forth to the throb, tongue drooled out and dripping wetly, eyes shot with bloodied veins as the noose gated the crimson soup into two sides of the body. He felt like screaming, yet at the other time he was moaning and giggling wildly.
"Feel good?"
The fox snapped out of his trance softly, jerking his head back down and noticing the fact that his pants were now off, the dragon had his lips wrapped tightly around his foxxie meat, paws rubbing along his hips. He groaned out again and started humping lightly as he rolled his head in circles.
"Look at the little slut, always wanting a suckie suckie" a feminine voice screamed out before giggling. The fox sat back up, throwing his head into the air, his hips paralyzed with pleasure, the rest of him with familiar fear, paws groping out into the air. A flash in his vision brought fourth the strings of paws draping from the rafters, each grabbing out at his paws and groping over him, a few rubbing along his nipples, one teasing by tracing a gangreened finger tip around his lips, which he suckled on willingly, slowly feeling his balls drawing up.
The dragon smirked and watched the fox he had picked up at the bar with a soft shake of his head before going back to suckling on his length. He always loved picking up the cokeheads here, they were usually good and always up for a one night stand, but even this one seemed a little more out of it than his other usual prey. Definetly not one of the types that you would poke your dick into. Who knows what the hell he stuck up into that orifice.
The fox humped a bit more violently as he slowly felt the deep feel of unconsciousness clouding into his mind, the same time the brewing of his climax grasping tightly around his balls. The paws on the ropes slowly started slapping him about, and three tree returned, this time sprouting out of the dragon's skull, his ex hanging right above him and straddling his lap. Just as he felt the familiar feeling of being back with his once former love, he unleashed his climax hard into the hot muzzle, or from his point the hot back of a knee of his ex. The dragon let the cum accumulate into his maw, waiting for the foxxie to finish up before pulling back and rubbing at his stomach.
The fox looked down hazily at the dragon, ooking almost lovingly at him for a moment before turning his head to the side and spilling the last contents of his stomach out onto the floor with a splash, falling down off the bed face first into the mess, feeling the sting at his eye as he ran his paws through it. The dragon sighed and crawled over on the bed, opening his lips and spitting the fox's cum up onto him before reaching over and tossing him a pillow.
"Might want to clean yourself up kid.." The dragon stated coldly before hopping up and re-zipping his pants up. Without another word, he stepped out, leaving the squirming and twitching fox to his own accord.
"Night Julia..." The fox whispered back with a slur before closing his eyes and letting the drugs whisk him into unconsciousness.