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An Invitation to Relaxation

Chapter 4

For Engy

By Draconicon

"Aphrodisiacs in the food for me, and can you make sure that my side of the table stays musky, please? I'm really into that right now," Engy said.

"Of course, sir. There are many pseudo-cultures that believe that a mealtime should also be a time of arousal and pleasure," the tanuki waiting on them said. "I'll ensure that the heating for your side of the table stays high. Would you care to take some piped-in musk on the side?"

"Oh, um...yes, please. Ball musk, if I -"

"The Custom Lunch Lounge can do anything you wish, sir."

As the tanuki wrote down Engy's 'order', the other dragon went back to the menu. Draconicon imagined that he'd been so lost in the kink-culture customization that he hadn't actually thought about his food just yet. The black dragon smiled, shaking his head as he waited for his turn.

"And your meal, sir?"

"Uh, um...uh..."

"Want me to go while you're putting it together?" Draconicon asked.

"Uh, yes please. Thank you. Thank you."

"I'll take feet platters and a naked main table, thanks," the black dragon said, passing the menu back to the tanuki. "And for food, a platter of angel hair with mzithra, and some mushroom gravy. Mozzarella sticks for apps."

"Very good sir. Thank you for having it ready."

"Sorry," Engy muttered, all but hiding behind his menu.

"It is no issue, sir. Have you decided?"

"...Fish and chips, please."

"Very good sir. I'll have your kinks delivered momentarily, and your food will follow shortly."

As the tanuki gathered the menus and darted back to the bar, the two dragons were left to either find a conversation or to admire the establishment that they'd chosen for lunch. Draconicon chose the latter for a moment, glancing around the Lounge.

It was something between a bar and a bistro, with a long wooden bar at one end and a series of small tables everywhere else. Small, but secure, he'd found, considering that they were bolted to the floor with various accoutrements that could be added to them via the modular design of the place. The tables themselves started out no larger than was needed for a single diner, but as the order got more complicated, the table got bigger.

The flooring was simple black tile, and it ran all the way from the door to the far wall and everywhere in-between. The windows were blacked-out and all of them displayed a low-level colorful spiral, not enough to hypnotize but enough to keep a relaxing trance that was already there going. He imagined that they were there to make sure that the casual atmosphere of sexual dining continued, all things considered.

And there were a number of tables where it wasn't that casual. Glancing off to their left, he saw one where an orca matriarch had already climbed on the table, holding onto a pole that had been assembled by the very tanuki that had taken their orders and slowly squatting down, spreading her legs over each plate that her group put between them.

A Show and a Sauce, Draconicon thought, shaking his head with a smile. And I wouldn't be surprised if she's related to at least one of them.

The CLL - or Customized Lunch Lounge - was one of the smaller restaurants in Red-Light South. It didn't have quite the pull of the mega-clubs or the diners that catered to something hyper-specifically, nor did it have the elegance of some of the richer places that offered completely different realities and self-enforced cultures for their customers. What it did have, however, was a casualness that made it all the more relaxing.

The tanuki - Itsuki, according to his nametag - returned, bearing with him several thick candles that he lit on Engy's side of the table. Heavy ball-musk - stallion sac, if Draconicon didn't miss his guess - filled the air, and Engy groaned under his breath. He squirmed from side to side, and Draconicon could almost hear the 'thump' of the other dragon's dick hitting the padded underside of the table.

"Your food will be here shortly, sir. If you like, I can bring you a dip for your aphrodisiacs to start?"

"Um, yeah, yeah, that's - that's great, thanks."

"No problem, sir."

The tanuki dashed off to another table, one completely occupied by a group of bulls, and was in the process of rapidly removing his pants. Draconicon just barely made out the shine that soaked the back of the other man's ass - probably a great deal of lube, come to think of it - before Engy groaned.

"Something the matter?" he asked his alchemist.

"Just not used to it being quite like...this."

"Casual, you mean?"

"Mmm-hmm," Engy groaned, hiding behind his hands. "God, I thought I was getting into it, but this..."

"It's the asking for it while the other people are conscious, isn't it?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

"Yeah, that can be a little tricky at first. You feel more self-conscious about what you want most of the time."

"Mmmph..."

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked, turning back to his friend. "I mean, if it's too much, we can -"

"I'll be good. I'll be good. Just...need a minute."

"Breathe the musk. It'll help you."

"Mmmph. That'll just make me horny."

"That's right. Too horny to care."

"..."

He would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that Engy really was feeling kind of anxious. Even so, the sight of the yellow dragon leaning in, swinging his wings over the candles to seal their scents in before huffing them hard was funny enough that he had to smile, at the very least. Engy's wings kept that from being so obvious, at least.

After a few deep huffs, the yellow dragon leaned back in his seat, panting softly but no longer so wigged out. He shifted back and forth, clearly struggling a little with the long cock that poked through across the bottom of the table.

Draconicon gently nudged it to the side so that it wasn't almost stabbing him in the groin, looking down at it as it throbbed and twitched with the head just under his side of the table. A mental measurement told him that it had to be about thirty-seven inches long, now, which was what his had been when they'd arrived.

Still growing, I guess.

A soft moan off to the side confirmed that Itsuki had just finished with his duties with the bulls. Glancing to the side, he saw the tanuki climbing down from the table, a new white sauce coating most of the food there. The bulls started going to town on it, nibbling and chomping like mad, while the tanuki walked with a wobble back to the kitchen.

"He'll probably be back with your food soon."

"So, um..."

"Yeah?" Draconicon asked.

"Was this...fun?"

"The inspection or the time out?"

"Both."

"Heh. Pretty fun," he admitted, shaking his head as he got as comfortable as he could. "I mean, I know that there's work waiting for me back at the office, and there's still a lot to be done, but...it was fun to get out for a while."

"I'm glad. You work too hard."

"Someone's gotta work. Might as well be the one that knows where he wants it all to go."

"...It's still going too far."

"Well, if I want it to get better, then I need other people to do more. And you guys already have your own things. And I don't really have time to hire people and make it into a big group thing yet."

"How many excuses are you going to come up with?" Engy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"How long are you going to give me?"

"Drac..."

"I know, I know," he said, waving his hand. "I'll figure out something to give myself more time off."

Probably the only real lie he still told, honestly. That would never happen.

Itsuki returned with chips and a cheese dip. They nodded their thanks as the tanuki darted off again, this time over to the table with the orca female and her group. He just barely made out what the waiter was saying to them - something about bringing out the tarp and designating a splash zone - before Engy was giving the dip a try. One chip, and he was moaning, dripping on the floor on Draconicon's side of the table.

"That potent?" he asked.

"Hooo, boy, yes." Engy groaned. "I - mmph."

"Gonna cum?"

"If I eat it too fast, oh yeah."

"Pretty potent if you're saying that."

"Mmm-hmm!" Engy nodded rapidly. "Must have some new ingredient. Gonna - oooh boy - gonna have to ask about that."

"...I'm curious now."

Engy immediately snagged the basket of chips that had been brought out to go with the dip, and the black dragon arched an eyebrow. After a series of food-gremlin noises from the other side of the table making it clear he wasn't getting any of the chippies, he looked for silverware. None of that, either, which was a little odd, but he supposed that was going to come with the food when it arrived.

Well, I guess I still have some kind of scooper.

Draconicon reached beneath the table, reeling in his dick. It was definitely an effort of lifting it up at this point, considering that it had gone past his knees and was on its way to his ankles. The whole thing had to be well past forty inches at this point, and that made it so heavy. He grunted as he pulled it up, letting it coil around in his lap like some fleshy robe, before finally getting a grip just behind the head.

"I blame you for this, by the way," Draconicon said.

"It's...huge," Engy said, his eyes going wide as he stared across the table. "I mean - was it that big all the way here?"

"It was past my knees when we left the Milking Hut, and now, it's almost down to my ankles. I think I'm going to have to go back to the Mindless Sprawl later; that machine needs a safety switch."

"Or, um, better advertising," Engy muttered.

Throb.

Twitch.

Drip.

Draconicon glanced down at the big yellow cock sticking out of his side of the table, shaking his head with a small smile. Of course, Engy was turned on from this. Of course the big yellow dragon liked the idea of someone else getting stuck with uncontrollable growth that they might not be able to stop. It was his thing.

But it wasn't entirely his.

Still, it made for a good tool. Draconicon coiled his cock around his lower arm and held it just under the head. Fighting the odd sensation of a mixed handjob and tool-use, he reached out and - before Engy could stop him - dipped his cock head into the cheesy dip.

"Hey!"

"You took the chips."

"But...come on...dipping your dick -"

"Engy, you've sucked this thing how many times now?"

"Draaaac!"

He loved seeing the yellow dragon go red. It was rather adorable, most of the time, and this was no exception. Chuckling, he brought his dick back to his lips and -

"Mmph!"

It was more than just the taste of the dip, though that was rather nice. Nor was it just down to the aphrodisiacs that were trying to pump through his system. In fact, it was the rather dumb moment of forgetting that using his cock as a spoon was the same as auto-fellatio, and he had forgotten just how sensitive he could be to that.

He turned his head, huffing through his nose as he swallowed unconsciously, shaking his head as his cock pulled a bit tighter around his arm as the oversized piece of flesh tried to harden against the sheer weight that it had. He let go, allowing it to flop on the table as he pushed the pleasure back down.

Well, the pleasure of licking himself, that was.

The pleasure of the aphrodisiac was much stronger, and it burned in his veins almost immediately, rushing through him and making his cock twitch, his ass clench, his balls throb. They pulsed, churned, and rolled between his legs, getting heavier almost instantly.

"Whoo."

"See?! I warned you."

"It's strong, alright."

"God, Drac, what if that had been a spicy dip?"

"...I didn't think about that, but I would have expected you to warn me."

"I would have expected you to tell me you were going to fuck my dip!"

"It wasn't a fuck, it was a tease."

"A tease of a dick my cheese."

"And that's a phrase that you never expected to say."

"I - you - that's besides the point!"

"Sirs."

Itsuki was back again, and the tanuki bowed as they turned to face him. A dolphin was at his side, one that was completely white-eyed and obviously controlled by something. The tanuki held a plate of pasta in one hand, and a plate of fish and chips in the other.

"Your meals, sirs."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

"If you'll back up a few feet, sir?" the tanuki asked him.

Draconicon nodded, obliging. A few seconds later, the table had been extended, and a plate that had been built into the table so cleverly that he hadn't even seen it had been removed. The dolphin ducked underneath it, and then pushed his legs up, soft, shiny soles poking through the table with webbed toes just barely fanned out.

As Itsuki snapped several restraints into place - "For your safety, sir" - the dolphin showed no sign of waking up. His feet, soft, shiny, a gray-toned pair of soles that were just begging for some attention and sending even more life down to the dragon's cock, flexed ever so slightly, spreading so that the heels touched together and the toes fanned out to the sides a bit further, and then came back together again, forming a slight fuckable space along the arches that had the aphrodisiac-inflicted dragon considering doing something a little more than just what he'd paid for.

Then the pasta was poured over, delicately, gently. The dolphin let out the softest of moans, just enough to make the dragon wonder if there was a foot fetish underneath the trance that the young man was in. The question faded as the pasta was delicately threaded into place, pushed in the spaces between the toes, along the webbing, and along the sole and arch. The sauce went after, and he could see a little bit of sweat added to the mess as the heat affected the dolphin's feet.

"That's weird, Drac," Engy said.

"Well, it's something to try," Draconicon said, shrugging. "Never thought I would, but sometimes the mood strikes."

"Yeah, but...feet plates?"

"Engy. I get off on putting my feet up and making people stare at them. I get off on jerking off to the feeling of feet in my face. I get off on weird shit like people talking about how big they are, or how my cock is so insanely wonderful, without ever using it. 'Weird' is the way to my balls, sometimes."

"...I guess I have no room to complain there."

"None of us do."

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I'm just pointing out that it's good to be weird. And this city is the best place for it. Right, Itsuki?" he asked, glancing down at the tanuki.

"It has been my pleasure here, sir."

"That's what I want to hear. That's the whole reason why I encouraged this city to become what it did. I wanted there to be a place for any of the weirdos, the hungry, the horny, and all that to come and not be judged."

"Was that all, sir?"

"All the food we needed, thanks."

The tanuki nodded and darted off again, this time to a table where two people were literally fucking in the food, occasionally passing their dishes to each other to taste. He imagined that the various spirals around the room also helped the different diners to keep focused on their own bits of fun without the actions of anyone else interrupting them.

He shook his head. He had hoped that a living table would be brought to them by this point, but there was no sign of that. Perhaps he'd get that for desert. For now, he had his lunch -

But no silverware. He groaned, rubbing his face.

"What's the matter, Master?" Engy asked.

"Should have mentioned I wanted a fork."

"Do you want me to -"

"No, no, I got it. You just enjoy your food. Slowly."

"Come on, you can't say you don't like getting your feet slimed," the yellow dragon teased.

"Oh, I love it, but I don't want you to knock yourself out for the walk back."

"...Fair point."

They went quiet as they settled in to enjoy their food. Draconicon was a little embarrassed about having to eat the food directly from the soles beneath him, but after the first few licks, it wasn't that bad. It was easier with a long dragon tongue than it would have been with other species, certainly, and he was able to focus on just enjoying the taste of the pasta and the slightly salty sweat that came with it. It was a little like cheese, but without the foul bits that one would expect of filth.

Engy was quiet-ish, and considering that he was nibbling food that was still laced with the aphrodisiac that he ordered, it wasn't entirely surprising that he couldn't stay quiet. Draconicon heard the occasional thump underneath the table, and more to the point, felt it. Slimy squirts hit his legs with astonishing regularity as Engy moaned, bit his tongue, and then moaned again as the potent aphrodisiacs probably sent powerful signals to his balls and then back up through his cock.

Squirt.

Squirt.

Squirt.

It took perhaps five minutes for the black dragon to have his lower legs utterly drenched from knee to toes, and he looked up from one clean sole and one pasta-specked one with an expression of amusement. He tapped his finger against the table.

"I thought I said to go slow," he teased.

"Mmph. So good. Can't."

"You know you're going to blow your balls out."

"Impossible. Balls too big. No blow."

"With anyone else..."

"Nnnnngh, so gooooooood."

And gooey, considering the more or less perpetual flow under the table. Itsuki arrived out of nowhere again, laying down a layer of towels around their table to keep the flood from going anywhere else. Draconicon glanced around the room again, spotting that the orca woman had finally sat down, but remained naked, and her group had been quite thoroughly splashed and 'sauced'. Elsewhere, the bull table seemed to be calling for the waiter once more, but the tanuki had hung two others of his species over the table, and they were getting jerked off hard for the sauce that the bulls wanted.

It was a place of such utter casualness that it was impossible to take it entirely seriously, and in some ways, that was part of the fun. It was so mundane rather than something celebrated. It pushed the idea that everything that you did, anything that you asked for, was so completely normal that there was no reason to make a fuss about it, no reason to consider it anything but completely acceptable.

Even the weirdness of using feet as plates.

He stroked the dolphin soles in front of him, slowly shaking his head to himself. Engy paused his voracious nibbling, cocking his head to the side.

"Something wrong?"

"No, just thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, just...everything, and nothing. Like, just how much this changes things, I guess," he said, nodding around the room. "Everyone's doing stuff that would be considered completely outrageous everywhere else, but here? Here, it's just lunch. There's nothing special about it, and if it was more common, this would stop being that special, too. It's something new, but would the novelty last? Would this sort of thing actually continue to be fun if it was the sort of thing that you did all the time? Would this casual game actually stay 'fun' if this became the majority rather than the minority?

"And then I start thinking about the rest of the city. The mind control down here in Red-Light South opens the doors for things that are completely impossible everywhere else, and I start thinking about how that would affect things. Down here, we can do things that would be completely unacceptable anywhere else in the world...but would that work if it spread throughout the world? Would you still want to go to places like this if there was no contrast? Does it work on its own?"

"Drac...you're overthinking this. I mean, unless you're planning on taking over the world -"

"Ugh. No. God, no. I'm stressed enough just running the city."

"But you admit you're stressed?"

"I said nothing."

"You said -"

"Nothing. Go on, though."

"...Draaac."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Look. Everyone's stressed. I'm doing what I can. We had fun. I'll do better. Yadda yadda yadda. Moving on. Back to the topic at hand."

"...Fine, but I'm setting Ellyra and Gann on you when we get back to the tower."

"You can try. But you were saying?"

"...What was I - oh, right, right. Yeah. Unless you're planning on taking over the world, does it really matter?"

"..."

"Why don't you just enjoy it? I mean, you made all this stuff because you find it hot -"

"Well, more encouraged it, and everyone else made it -"

Bap.

Draconicon blinked, shaking his head as he looked at the smear of pre-cum on his nose that hadn't been there a second before. His friend was sitting down again, his cock over the table and over the pair of feet that served as his plate, too. The black dragon touched the mess on the end of his snout, pulling his fingers back and blinking again.

"Did you just...cock-bap me?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because you're talking yourself down. And if I did that, or anyone else in the harem, you'd bap us."

"..."

"Fair's fair."

"Heh, I suppose it is." He shook his head. "Fine. Fine. I made it because it's hot. So what?"

"So, you wanted to enjoy it that way. So, just let it be something that you like. So what if it doesn't work anywhere else? It works here, and that's good enough for me. I don't want to go somewhere else and enjoy it. I mean, why complain that you can't go on vacation to enjoy it when you can go just down the street and have one of the best times of your life any day that you like?"

Despite himself, he chuckled. Here he was, just trying to relax, and he was starting to hyper-complicate things despite himself. Much as he wanted to argue, Engy had a point, and he couldn't deny it.

He looked down at his half-eaten pasta and his untouched cheese-sticks. He picked one up, rolled it across the dolphin's shiny sole, and tossed it down the hatch. It was as much as he wanted at the moment -

"A doggy bag for you, sir?" Itsuki asked.

"Yes, I think so. Oh, and do you have any of those aphrodisiac condoms?" Draconicon asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Two of those."

"Very good, sir."

"Condoms, Drac?" Engy asked, arching an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about wearing one of those?"

"It's less for the protection, more for the aphrodisiac," he admitted, shaking his head. "It's getting bigger, and the bigger it gets, the harder it is for it to get stiff. Take a look."

He actually grunted as he pulled his dick out from under the table. Engy's had already hit thirty-nine inches - growing two inches from the many aphrodisiac applications - but his was getting longer, too. He'd walked in with thirty-seven inches to his name, and it had grown past that, but now? Now, it was nearly four feet long. If it had gone hard, it would have flopped up and smacked him across the face, and it was long enough to go over the new part of the table, burying those dolphin soles to tap Engy's chest.

It was massive. Beyond massive. And he still needed some help to get it all the way hard.

Itsuki returned while Engy was still staring at the shaft, offering two condoms. Draconicon took one and tossed it to the yellow dragon, giving the tanuki a credit card at the same time. As the waiter ran off, doubtless to run their payment while they were having their fun, Engy finally looked up.

"So, uh..."

"One condom for you, one for me."

"Why me?"

"Because you're probably going to be emitting a hell of a cum cocktail at this point, and I figure that it'd be better for you to study it before spraying it all over a restaurant and corrupting it."

"...Good call."

Stepping back from the table due to the sheer girth his cock had gained over the course of their time in Red-Light South, Draconicon ripped the package open. Thankful that the condom was made of a stronger than usual material, he pinched the tip over the head of his cock and started rolling it down. He expected the aphrodisiac to kick in quite quickly and start affecting his shaft, keeping it good and stiff, and he got exactly what he expected.

"Ah...ah..."

Oh, it was getting hard, alright, and fast. The condom slid down his cock like some sort of goo-layer, running over his dark shaft and making it go shimmery and smooth at the same time. He panted as it made him heat up, too, running like tongues of pleasurable fire down his cock. Every time that he took a breath in, his cock started twitching, and soon, it felt like it was being supported by bands of metal, hard and stiff and pointing straight ahead with a girth as thick as his arm, and as long as his leg, if not slightly longer.

It was absurd, but also huge. From the groans on the other side of the table, Engy wasn't much better. By the time that Draconicon rolled the condom to the base of his cock and turned around, Engy was slumped over his side of the table, huffing and panting, and probably sucking in all kinds of fumes from the musk candles.

He also had his tail up and out of the way, showing off his ass to an absurd degree. That massive pair of cheeks was so big that it had even brought the chair along for the ride after the yellow dragon got up.

"Couldn't help but bring a friend, huh?"

"Drac?"

"Hmm?"

"Master?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

He smiled, groping his cock at the base as it continued to rise and throb, the tip becoming almost horse-like with a swell around the ridges. He lowered his cock to the other dragon's asshole, feeling it through the swollen cheeks, and slowly pushed forward. Engy grunted, he grunted, but the pressure on both of them with the aphrodisiac flowing through their cocks was too much for either of them to deny.

"This is going to be a weird fit," he muttered.

"Don't care."

"Gonna wreck you."

"Elastic."

"Answer for everything?"

"Trivago."

"That's so -"

THUMP!

"DRAGONS!"

Draconicon had just enough time to think 'oh shit' before the Pride Lions all but buried him and Engy beneath them, and rough lion tongues chased down everything that was even vaguely sensual, from their balls to their feet to -

Well, he'd always enjoyed rimming...and it pushed him in, finally, so that worked out. He sighed, getting to 'work'.

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Engy have lunch at a lounge to enjoy themselves one last time before they have to leave Red-Light South.

Tags: M/M, Dolphin, Tanuki, Orca, F/solo, Bondage, Slings, Foot Fetish, Food, Draconicon, Dragon, Red-Light South, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Milking, Aphrodisiac, Musk, Anal, Condom, Teasing,