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"Why'd I agree to this," muttered the silvery dragon, as was his habit when ruffled and rankled. "Not worth twenty dollars," he snorted, "wouldn't even be worth fifty!" He stood from his office chair, putting himself in the way of the window. The sunlight glinted on his body, tall and dense with sinewy muscle and augmented with streamlined cybernetics: armor on his joints and on his arrow-like cranium. He grumbled and he pulled the cord on the blinds; he reminded himself to have the plating swapped out for something matte. Being dazzling in the sunlight was an annoyance.

His name was Ridley. A legacy name, as he came from the same genetic stock as the feared space dragon but had found a gentler role in life. Being both a dragon and a cyborg, he was, to the humans around him, an ancient creature. He had watched centuries tick by, saw his human acquaintances live and die as the years passed, and so Ridley maintained an air of aloofness to insulate himself from heartbreak. Despite this he was a font of information and insight to those who asked, and perhaps to make up for his ancestor's deeds, he helped the humans around him with whatever it was they needed.

In this case, petsitting. A dog, specifically. Smelly creatures, he thought. Fleabags. But humans loved their dogs, and Ridley grudgingly loved his humans. He agreed to watch the canine for an evening. "It'll be easy," so said the dog's owner. "He likes you."

He walked to his living room and peered around the curtain covering his expansive bay window. There she was now, right on the hour. Punctuality was a quality rarely seen in humans and Ridley cherished her for that. Nothing was more irritating than a tardy appointment.

The dragon opened the door to the a mild autumn morning. She was just walking up the paved driveway to his home. Like with so many of the humans he'd known in his life, he didn't have her name at the forefront of his mind, but her tall athletic body and flowing blonde hair stirred something in his thoughts. He was sometimes stricken by echoes from his ancestor's memory; he closed his pale green eyes as if from the sunlight, and when he opened them again he only saw the girl and the chubby brown dog walking obediently beside her, seemingly without need for the leash on his collar.

"Morning, Ridley," she said with a smile. "Here's Hunter!"

The dragon regarded the dog and the dog looked back, alertness and affection in his big blue eyes. His tail wagged and he licked Ridley's ankle. The dragon pulled back his leg, and the dog shot him a playful bark.

"He really likes you," the human said, laughing. She held the retractable leash out to Ridley and he took it after a beat. "So, like I said, I should get back around nine o'clock."

"Around nine, or at nine?" Ridley asked imperiously. He peered sternly at her, his green eyes glinting like toxic gems in their sockets.

The girl smiled slyly. She never took the dragon's attitude personally; she had glimpsed the sweetness he hid often enough to know better. "Nine o'clock on the nose, sir." Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, glanced at the screen and said, "All right, gotta go. Hunter, you be a good boy for Ridley!"

Hunter barked, apparently in agreement. The girl leaned close to Ridley - he recoiled slightly but not far enough - and pecked a kiss on his beak-like snout. The dragon grumbled and rubbed the site of the kiss, but he blushed. "Thanks again, Ridley. Seeya. Oh, just feed him something, okay? He's fine with people food."

"Yes, fine," he snorted. "See you tonight, at nine," Ridley sternly called after her. She threw up a hand in acknowledgment and she jogged up the driveway.

Hunter growled playfully at Ridley. He tugged at his leash, tried to go inside. The dragon sighed and leaned down. He unclasped the leash and closed the door behind himself. "Hour one," he muttered. "You'd better not chew up my furniture. Or my figurines."

As he had been doing before the burdensome canine was dropped in his lap, Ridley pecked at his keyboard, his long fingers almost a blur, typing being one of many skills he had mastered during his long life. He was typing an entry for a scientific journal, offering his expertise and his unique point of view on the subject of cloning and genetic memory. His entry had it all, he was proud to admit: there were a few disarming jokes to break up the lengthier passages, it sported his usual flawless command of the English language, and, most importantly, his great intellect was on display. He looked forward to seeing it published alongside his other contributions to similar publications.

Hunter paced around the dragon's bedroom, innocently snuffling and examining his new surroundings like the hunting hound he was. He disappeared from view briefly and Ridley turned to look after him, a frown on his snout, his annoyance at the distraction titanic.

"Hunter," he groused. "Where are you, dog?"

Suddenly Hunter emerged from beneath the dragon's bed with a bark. That he barked was impressive: he had a pair of boxers clutched in his mouth, their fabric patterned with cartoon hearts, some only a quarter or half filled.

Ridley snapped his jaws. He lunged out of his chair and reached for the boxers but Hunter juked away, tail wagging furiously. Ridley slid to his knees and his armor plating produced a dull scrape on the tiled floor.

"You-! Wretched dog!" Ridley sputtered. Hunter barked at him. Though his bark was muffled by the underwear, there was a distinctly playful tone to it. He dipped his head, play-bowing to the dragon, and his tail wagged so madly that his pudgy bottom wiggled like a counterweight.

"Give me that!" said Ridley, reaching for the boxers. Hunter tried to juke again but Ridley's hand caught on the fabric. "Let go!" He pulled, but rather than letting go, Hunter tried to plant his feet and slid closer to Ridley. He growled and tried to walk back, appearing to backpedal in place as his stubborn pulling countered Ridley's yanking.

Ridley sounded a frustrated squall. "Hunter, stop that! Let go of my underwear!" He gnashed his teeth and squalled a second time. Hunter growled back, louder than before, and he started to pull from side to side with his head. And then came the dull, modulated noise of a seam ripping, cloth rending; Ridley's heart-clad boxers tore about the groin and came apart unevenly, Hunter winding up with the greater piece of tattered cloth.

The dragon frowned severely as he examined the shreds. "That was my favorite pair, fleabag," he grunted. He stood up and tossed his scrap into the trash bin beside his desk. Hunter, barking, pranced a circle and shook his half of the boxers.

For a moment Ridley stared at the dog and felt a pang of his ancestor's murderous rage... but he stifled it by taking a deep breath. Then he sat on his bed, feet on the floor and eyes closed. "It's just," he sighed, "a pair of underwear..."

Hunter watched while the dragon meditated. He dropped the shred of slobber-soaked cloth and bounded up onto the bed. Ridley had just opened his eyes and recoiled when Hunter jumped up, putting paws on Ridley's shoulder. He slurped the dragon's cheek and growled sweetly in his face. Ridley grumbled and put his hands on the dog, nudging him back. "No, not on the furniture, you need to get down," he said, his voice unsteady, Ridley working hard to keep his anger under control.

Hunter just stared at him, tail wagging and eyes big and blue. After a moment Ridley sighed and said, "Oh, whatever. Fine. Stay up here, I suppose... at least I don't have any hair for fleas to invade."

He got up and walked back to his desk. For a while, satisfied by the tug-o-war, Hunter laid on Ridley's bed and listened to the typing, a noise he enjoyed when his owner made it at home.

Ridley finished his paper - it was most certainly flawless, but he still wasn't in the mood to proofread it - and checked his emails. There was nothing but spam waiting for him. Spam irritated him. He relished in deleting it, chuckling as he clicked Delete Forever. "Teach you to pester me," he scoffed.

Hunter yipped a curious bark. Ridley glanced back. "Not you. You're fine." Then he amended, "For now."

Then the dragon checked his phone. A text from the girl had arrived ten minutes before. He turned off his phone's do-not-disturb feature and read her message.

heya rids, how's my boy?

And although the phone was small compared to his large hands, Ridley deftly replied to her.

Doing fine. He's just watching while I work. I'll see you at nine.

Ridley closed his eyes and sat back in his desk chair. Hour two, now. Still plenty of time to go with the dog. He supposed the animal would tell him when it was time for a walk or a meal. Until then, if Hunter wanted to lie quietly, that was fine. He would-

Hunter's snuffling nose startled him. The dog was smelling his broad, three-toed feet, sniffing one and then the other. Ridley uttered a shrill laugh, hated himself for it, and pulled away his feet, curling in his clawed toes in the process. "Stop it," he grumbled. "Don't touch my feet, they're very ticklish!"

The dog barked at him. Again came that happy, playful wagging; why did this dog like him so much? Did the creature enjoy irritating him? It only stood to reason, he supposed. Humans in general had a grudge against his ancestor; of course they'd train their pets to be as annoying as possible towards a space dragon.

Hunter lapped the metal plate of one of Ridley's knee caps, seemed not to like it, and then licked the bared hide further up his thigh. Suddenly Ridley's breath caught in his long neck and he stared down at the dog. Hunter looked up at him mid-lick, his expression apparently one of shame... then he continued to lick, coming, in Ridley's opinion, perilously close to the groin. Of course Ridley had on shorts, and boxers under those, but the dog's proximity to his scrotum with all those teeth alarmed him.

"S-stop that, quit it," Ridley growled, and put a hand on the dog's head, meaning to push him back. Something stopped him, however. Hunter looked up at him, then his attention went back to the task at hand. He nosed into the leg hole of Ridley's black shorts; Ridley felt the warmth of the dog's snorting nose and hot breath against the basket of his genitals. He shuddered and simply stared at the dog.

Now Hunter's tender black nose brushed the curve of Ridley's scrotum, held by the boxers, this pair a dull gray shade he didn't like nearly as much as his heart-printed pair. Hunter smelled him in a few long snuffles. Ridley shivered with perverse pleasure, and a thought occurred to him. Nine PM was a long way away, and the dog's tongue and wet nose had a certain pleasantness to them.

"Good boy, Hunter, very good boy," Ridley stiffly said. But either the dog found him insincere, or he simply changed his mind on his doggy whims, since he then hopped down and laid, relaxed, on the cool tile of the floor with his chin on his folded paws.

Ridley blinked. He touched himself, brushed his stirring erection. He felt very little shame about his sudden lewd interest in the dog. He had been with humans, plenty of them, so many that his interest had waned. But the dog was different, it was new. Ridley turned to his computer, opened a private instance of his browser, and he began to search.

Half an hour passed while Ridley gathered the knowledge he needed. He got up from his office chair and went to his pantry. On the top shelf, where the relative heat kept it warm and spreadable, was a jar of generic peanut butter. Human food, at least, enticed Ridley where humans themselves were something he could give or take. He dipped a claw into the jar and licked the rich paste off of his digit. It never failed to make him smile. He wondered if Hunter would like it. The idea of trying was making his penis stiffen; his shorts were tented.

"Oh, Hunter," said the dragon, walking into the bedroom. Hunter looked up at Ridley. He cocked his head slightly, one lop ear touching the floor.

Ridley slid down his shorts, which went easily enough. His boxers proved more difficult as they snagged on his penis, and when he yanked them down his cock wobbled up and down for a moment. It slung beads of precum across the floor, all of them missing the lying dog.

Still with his sweatshirt on, Ridley laid back on his sparse bed and called up the dog. Hunter quickly bounded up and he stood in the available space between Ridley's shapely thighs; however he paid no mind to the space dragon's naked genitals barring a cursory sniff.

Ridley had hoped the dog would lick without need for a treat, but when Hunter only stood passive, the dragon dug a finger into the peanut butter, then began to smear the smooth paste onto his penis. For a moment he felt ridiculous doing so and he was beginning to think of how hard it would be to wash it off, given how insoluble peanut butter was. Then Hunter, tail wagging, began to slurp and slobber. Ridley let out a gasp, and he watched, huffing softly, as Hunter lapped at the caked-on treat. It was so thick that the dog's tongue barely dented it, but Hunter often wandered around the paste and onto bare flesh, much to the dragon's delight.

"Oh, good dog, great dog," Ridley said, and this time there was nothing stilted about his delivery. His lengthy tail, which ended in a serration of bone he filed to a smoothed edge, flipped and flopped on the bed like a snake. As Hunter slobbered up the peanut butter, Ridley smeared on more. He smeared it on the shaft of his cock; on the equine-like medial ring where nerve endings were tender; on the pointed head which, being analogous to a glans, sported even more sensitive nerves. And he smeared it on his balls, a nice thick coating on their large, smooth curves. He stopped adding peanut butter and he simply relaxed against the bed, moaning lowly, curling his toes irregularly, shooting precum from his cock which bobbed and twitched even without Hunter's pushing tongue.

His phone chimed. He checked it with his clean hand.

heya rids, sry to bug u, just makin sure my boy isn't causing to much trouble

Ridley replied.

Oh, he's just a sweetheart. We're getting along great. See you at nine.

And she replied back with a smiling emoji appended to her message.

u got it, thx so much

Ridley closed his eyes, but his tongue dangled from his maw. He was shuddering and grumbling with pleasure; and Hunter was lapping and slobbering, pinning his cock down with each slurp, working every inch from the balls to the tip without a pattern, just a desire for peanut butter.

"Oh, good dog, Hunter," he moaned. "Keep going, you can have all the PB you want."

With his usual cheer, Hunter barked. Ridley looked down at him and for the first time smiled at the dog. "Good boy," said the dragon, cooing his words the way humans often did with pets and children. "Good boy!"

Hunter barked again and his tail rapidly wagged. He went back to his laps but faster and rougher; the more he did it, the more the nice dragon praised him, and the more peanut butter he got.

"Ah, keep that up," Ridley shuddered. "Oh, yes, such a good, good boy," he crooned, and he smeared more on. He felt like he was getting close, and that much was a surprise, as in all his years the dragon had built up quite a tolerance for pleasure. But the excitement of indulging in bestiality, especially with a dog who had been entrusted to him, made the act too exciting to endure for very long. And so he smeared the next covering of peanut butter across his heavy balls alone, leaving his drool-covered penis uncovered.

As Hunter slobbered and slurped, Ridley peered at his phone, bringing up the materials he had been reading before, the ones which had told him to use peanut butter to entice his four-legged friend. There were dozens of activities suggested, all of them things the silvery space dragon wished to experience. He chose several suggestions to try out immediately. He would save the rest for the next time she asked him to dogsit.

Not long after Ridley put down his phone, he watched Hunter finish the last few smears of peanut butter. He contentedly sighed and let his legs drift even further apart, and he said in a soft voice, "That's a good dog. A very good dog."

As though to ensure the dragon's genitals were clean, the dog gave Ridley's heavy, smooth balls and his lengthy penis several more laps. The dragon's erogenous flesh glimmered with drool and Hunter sat back, tail wagging and tongue now slapping at his jowls, picking up the peanut butter which had smeared on his face during his eager snacking.

"Now, Hunter," said Ridley quite primly, though he was still huffing, and in fact blushing, "let's try something different." He lifted his long, augmented legs, tucking his plated knees close to his chest, and in doing so he bared the bud of his anus to the cool air. It was small and tight, its shade the same freckled gunmetal gray as his genitals. Wordlessly he dabbed his finger in the peanut butter again. Hunter's eyes followed his digit as he brought it to his anus, and there he smeared on a veneer of peanut butter.

Hunter quickly and greedily buried his snout in the space beneath Ridley's scrotum. His nose mashed into the rather tender, almost fleshy hide of the dragon's perineum and he began lapping across the peanut butter-covered rim of Ridley's anus. Ridley let loose a low, squawking cry of pleasure and his toes splayed wide. A toothy grin spread along his snout and his penis disgorged many thick droplets of precum. Lowly, his voice edged by pleasure, he said, "Hunter, I may need to watch you more often. You're a very nice dog."

The dog's tail wagged, but he kept lapping at the peanut butter. Lapping and also smelling the dragon, taking in the heady scent of space dragon musk. And as he lapped, caring less and less about the peanut butter and more about the smell and the flavor of the dragon himself, the sheath hanging from his belly began engorging, and very soon the dark red tip of his penis emerged.

Ridley glanced at the jar of peanut butter in his claws. He could feel the dog's tongue tugging at his anus, spreading it slightly with each lap, bare tongueflesh on his most private part, no buffer of peanut butter between them. He screwed the cap onto the jar, set it aside on his shelf, and hooked an arm around his legs to hold them up even higher.

"Good boy, Hunter, that's a good doggy," said the dragon, breathing deeply now. His penis heavily throbbed without being touched; a vein stood out on its surface and thick wads of precum stained his hoodie. All the while Hunter buried his nose into Ridley's taint and slathered the dragon's glistening anus, his tail wagging in response to the praise, his penis sliding out of its plump sheath slowly but steadily.

The dragon reached for the square, modern glasses on his snout and pulled them off, set them aside with the peanut butter. He was gasping now, his anus clenching arrhythmically under Hunter's slobbering tongue, his balls heavy and wet and resting on the dog's snout. He said in a quavering, moaning voice, "Ohhh-, oh, fuck, Hunter, good boy, such-, such a good boy."

His phone buzzed for his attention. Probably Hunter's owner pestering him again. He would need to set some boundaries in the future. If he had been working, this nonsense of checking up on the dog every ten minutes would have been unacceptable. He let his phone be and he said, with a twinge of desperation now in his voice, "Eh-, enough, boy. Enough."

Hunter for a moment continued to slobber, and the dragon let him go despite how close he was, how very near to bursting he seemed to be. Then the dog pulled back, and again he sat down, only now his penis jutted rudely from his loins. It was plump and red, a bulbous knot at its base, precum drooling constantly from its tip, coming sometimes in spurts. An hour ago Ridley would have been furious about the mess on his bed. At the moment he was too drunk on his newfound enthusiasm for zoophilia to care.

The dragon turned and put his feet on the floor. In a smooth motion he pushed off and dropped to his hands and knees, each plate making a clink on the tile. His serpentine tail snaked high above the rounded curves of his bottom and as if the invitation weren't explicit enough, he reached back and spread his anus slightly, exposing flesh of a similarly vibrant green to his tongue and eyes.

"Over here, boy," he said, his voice quivering. Ridley tucked in his wings, tried to make himself look as inviting as possible. "Mount up, why don't you? No Ridley has ever been fucked this way; you'd consider it an honor if you weren't just a dog."

Hunter hopped off the bed in a smooth motion, though his penis tapped the floor as he landed, leaving a sticky spot. He walked behind Ridley, his tail wagging, and nosed the dragon's anus. He began to lick again, and Ridley allowed it with a gentle moan. Then he patted the dog's head and said, "Hunter, um, up. Up, boy." He patted his own hip now. "Up!"

The dog eyed Ridley's hindquarters dubiously, penis still throbbing. He loved the taste of the dragon, especially there, and the smell wasn't bad either. But when the dragon used that special word, that up, the dog climbed onto the dragon, front feet on Ridley's hips, back legs braced on the tile. He shimmied closer, cock wagging from side to side, slinging runny droplets of precum across the dragon's legs, over the tiles. Finally his penis bumped Ridley's slippery pucker. The dragon uttered a low, happy moan and his wings briefly splayed, their greenish membranes translucent and eye-catching.

Ridley had experimented with fingers but never had he bottomed in all his years. The thought of submitting sexually to a human was repulsive; being the top in such a situation was only mildly better. But he felt an affection for the dog that he could never feel for a human, a deep and lustful stirring in his loins. He perked his bottom out and he said to Hunter, "That's it! That's it, good boy!"

Hunter growled in his usual playful way. He shimmied closer and he fell against Ridley's back, forelegs sliding over the dragon's flanks as if into invisible stirrups. He humped against the dragon, slid his cock through Ridley's crack and prodded his low-hanging scrotum with it. Ridley, with a squawk of desperation, reached back and gripped Hunter's cock. Its alien, knotted shape thrilled him. The heat it gave off was incredible. He was salivating, panting, his own penis throbbing harshly. He guided Hunter while the dog bucked. Under his steadying hand the pointed tip of the dog's cock speared open his asshole. Despite all of the saliva and Hunter's copious leakage, the penetration of Ridley's virgin anus was painful and the space dragon let out a squall, his eyes going wide, back arching.

The dog hardly took notice. He wriggled forward until his knot slapped the dragon's asshole; Ridley cringed and squirmed and uttered small, high noises of pain as his behind adjusted to this shocking new feeling. "Oh-, oh, that's awful," Ridley bleated, but his penis throbbed harshly, fat with blood, leaking precum at a rate he had never experienced before. He didn't dare touch it for fear he'd climax just from the brush of a claw. Hunter's penis, in gouging open the dragon's rear, pushed into the small gland that was Ridley's prostate and Ridley was floored by new pleasures. The pain of his rudely stretched anus was all but forgotten and he said with his head resting now on the floor, "Oh, fuck me, Hunter! Fuck me, boy!"

The chubby dog growled and his tail quickly, giddily wagged. Before the dragon even finished demanding it, Hunter started to jerk his hips in the erratic way of all horny dogs. His knot pounded the ring of Ridley's asshole, each bump a sharp new pleasure to the dragon who sometimes squalled, sometimes groaned as the dog fucked him.

Ridley had experienced a great many kinds of pleasure in his long life, but nothing so primal and satisfying as being rutted in the ass. He could not picture himself lifting up his bladed tail for a human, but for Hunter and perhaps other dogs like him, the idea was appealing. He gnashed his jaws, thrashed his tail, and splayed his wings all in varying shows of intense pleasure. He let his head hang, his forehead against the tile, and he caught in his open yap the spurts of precum his cock gave with messy indulgence.

The dragon's phone chimed and buzzed from the bed and Ridley keenly heard it, but he ignored it. He was far more interested in Hunter and all of the lusty canine noises he made. There was also the meaty slap of plump, red dog knot beating against his ass to consider, and Ridley savored that repetitious noise especially. He was as enthralled by noises of the sex almost as strongly as the act itself; there was no pointless speech, no nervous chatter, the dog was simply fucking him.

Ridley's tongue lolled from his maw, the long green stripe sagging on the tile like a twitching snake. He raked his claws over the tiles, his strength so monstrous he produced impressions despite how primly he filed his claws down. Around Hunter's pi stoning cock, his rear felt almost embarrassingly loose, yet the bulb of the dog's knot was a threatening presence. He burbled in a voice thickened by pleasure, "Hun-, Hunter, good dog, good doggy..."

Hunter barked between panting breaths. His tongue dangled from his maw, the long pink ribbon dribbling drool onto the dragon's back. Ridley's encouraging words, even quiet and slurred as they were made the dog very happy. He liked Ridley very much in his unbiased, canine way, even more so since he knew now that the dragon would share peanut butter with him, a treat his owner shared from time to time. Again he barked, then whined in a soft, needy way. He was throwing his weight into the dragon without any moderation, just giving it to Ridley the wild way any dog would. His pudgy brown body wobbled, but his cock was thick and steady.

For a moment Ridley didn't believe that he could possibly enjoy himself any more than he already did. He thought that Hunter's knot, as bulbous and wide as it was, could not possibly fit inside of him. That was when the dog, pushing with all the might his rear legs could offer, started to grind. Ridley winced, biting his tongue. He drew it back and blurted, "Hunter, what do you think you're doing? That's-, that's not going to-!"

All of the slobber and precum had made Ridley's anus very slick; Hunter's wide, red knot popped past the dragon's anal ring and Ridley let loose a squalling cry more of pain than pleasure. His toes curled and his claws raked into the rile and he cringed in anal agony, sprouting tears from his eyes. After his echoing squawk he groaned deep and low, and Hunter answered him with a clipped little howl. The dog still worked his hips, but now he could only shift his cock ever so slightly inside of Ridley. The knot prevented an easy exit and the dragon's anal muscles seized upon the whole of the shaft, mostly due to the shock of the pain.

The pressure against Ridley's prostate was more than the dragon could bear and he came suddenly and severely. Sticky white seed jetted from his cock and slopped across the long arrowhead of his snout. It squirted into his maw and the taste of his own thick and salty cum was yet another strange new pleasure for Ridley, who in all his years had never thought to ingest his own semen. He emitted a deep and shuddering moan, gurgling around a mouthful of cum, watching his cock twitch and pulse with each new rope it shot.

While Ridley came, Hunter panted and whined and drooled. His tail was wagging madly and his balls, though nowhere as plump and full as Ridley's, were taut against his body and had much to give. The seizing, hot walls of the dragon's anus were as good a place as any to leave his load, and the dog slumped against Ridley and started to ejaculate, pumping fat ropes of canine cum into the dragon.

Ridley, well into his orgasm and coming into afterglow, squawked as Hunter filled his ass. He had expected it, wanted to experience it, and indeed he enjoyed it; but it also felt like a violation. Ridley, who valued neatness and cleanliness, felt filthy beyond words with Hunter's cum in his ass and his own cum webbing his snout and pooling in his maw. He swallowed heavily and was ashamed but thrilled to feel it slide down his gullet. He said, quivering, "Good boy. Oh, such a good boy. That hurts, but-, but you were a good boy..."

Hunter barked, then pushed himself off of Ridley's back, turning around as he did. He put himself rump to rump with Ridley and glanced back at the dragon.

Ridley murmured, as if trying to make small talk with the dog, "Ah, that's part of it. I remember from the, uh, articles on the matter." Hunter peered at him for a moment, then put his eyes forward again.

The dragon sighed and straightened himself out so that his chin was on the floor. He was sticky but immensely satisfied, and he had just begun to think about the girl and how nice it was that she trusted him with the dog when his phone chimed and buzzed for a third time.

"Yes, yes," Ridley huffed. He at first tried to pull away and stand, but tugging at Hunter's embedded knot caused a lance of pain in his ass. He squalled from it and quickly put himself back down. After a moment of consideration, Ridley reached with his dexterous tail for the bed. His tail tip had no nerve endings to feel with but after a moment of sweeping around, he heard his phone clatter to the floor. Hunter barked at it, then realized what it was and fell quiet again.

Ridley swept the phone over and checked his messages on it. There were three in a row, all from the girl.

made it just in time!! thanks again Riddle

He smiled. Then he read the next two messages and the smile fell from his sticky snout.

um i think the meeting was canceled

And then:

crap yeah sorry mow back now

"Oh, no," Ridley wheezed. He looked back at Hunter but the dog was looking ahead. He was still for a moment as he considered his situation. What he needed was a shower. There was no time for that. He would have to settle for a wet rag across the face and try to dismiss her as quickly as possible.

Ridley, a stranger to anal sex and especially to being knotted, had no way of knowing how painful the exit would be. He reached back and braced a hand on Hunter's rump, and the dog looked back curiously. Ridley, grunting with exertion, pulled himself forward and pushed on the dog's hip. He felt the bulb of the knot nearing the sore muscles of his anus, felt its wide curve coming up, and he cringed preemptively, clenching his anal muscles simultaneously. Hunter's knot popped free audibly and Ridley shrieked, putting his head on the cool tile and balling his fists up. Cum gushed from his gaped asshole; Hunter turned back around and began to cheerfully lap the mess from Ridley's taint, and he swabbed his tongue into the dragon as well, lapping over vibrant green flesh webbed by semen.

For a moment Ridley simply took the dog's licking, which soothed his sore hole, though he felt no real pleasure. Had time not been bearing down on him he would have relaxed and let the dog clean him up, but for the first time in his life he did not have time to spare. He stood up on legs which he found uncommonly shaky. He had to hold onto furniture as he hobbled into his restroom, leaving a snail trail of semen everywhere he went. Hunter followed closely behind, lapping occasionally at the mess Ridley left while leaving a trail of his own from his plump erection.

In the restroom, Ridley quickly cleaned himself with a damp washrag, first his snout and then his behind. He changed from his cum-streaked hoodie to a fresh one, this one sporting grinning Piranha Plants on its breast. Hunter sat nearby, watching Ridley patiently.

Ridley's phone buzzed for his attention again from its place on the toilet tank. The dragon, who was now brushing his teeth to get the taste of cum out of his maw, checked his messages.

hey mi at Ur door u out walking him?

"Damn," Ridley said, slinging foamy toothpaste. He spat, wiped his mouth on his dirty hoodie and left his toothbrush in the sink. He started for the den and the front door along with it, then realized his penis was bouncing freely between his legs. Cursing, he ducked into the bedroom and pulled his shorts on quickly, not bothering this time with his boxers. Cum was again leaking from his still-gaped anus but there was simply no time left for corrections. He opened the door to see that the girl was just turning away.

She turned at the noise and smiled when she saw him. There was a sheepish quality to it. "Oh, hey, Ridley. Um, sorry about this..."

"It is fine," Ridley said too sharply. Hunter stood between his legs, wagging his tail at the sight of his owner. He trotted to her, giving a few playful barks. Ridley said, "Let me find his leash. One moment."

He turned and stepped inside, leaving the door ajar. He found the retractable leash where he'd left it on the table. As he brought it back to the door, he saw the girl was still smiling, her eyelids slightly drawn. This annoyed Ridley somewhat, but he considered what he had gotten away with and let her have her humor. As he handed the leash back he said, "Hunter is a good dog. I'll watch him any time you like."

She nodded. "I bet you guys had fun." She clipped the leash onto Hunter's collar, getting a lick on the wrist in the process. Before she turned to go, she asked, "Oh, did you feed him?"

Ridley blurted, "He had some peanut-, peanuts. With me." He backed slowly into his home and began to close the door. "You-, uh, goodbye."

"Bye, Ridley," she said, and started off down the driveway.

Before Ridley closed the door, he saw Hunter's fat, red penis still hanging under his belly. And after he closed the door he reached back and felt the seat of his shorts, now rather damp. And he thought about the coy smile on the girl's face.

After a few moments spent cleaning his body and his home, then rinsing his toothbrush and per-rinsing his semen-streaked hoodie, Ridley sat down at his laptop with the intent to proof his paper. Yet as he pored over the text, claws occasionally ticking on the keys as he made corrections, his mind drifted to Hunter. That pudgy, brown dog with his precocious tongue and his infectiously chipper bark.

His penis began to stiffen again. He huffed at his own nearly adolescent need for stimulation; it was the dog's fault he was in such a mood. "Stupid fleabag," Ridley muttered, pulling out the front of his shorts and tucking the waistband below his balls. Masturbating at his laptop was so juvenile, but there he was casually stroking himself as he browsed the wares of a sex toy manufacturer specializing in canine designs. "Damn sexy dog," he groused.

He picked his toy and purchased it. The next time he watched Hunter, he'd be prepared for that knot.