A Dragon and a Fox
Disclaimer: This is a work of furry fiction containing sexual activities between two males. If you don't like that, or are too young to see this then go away. Go. Shoo. For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this. * * * It's a cold night tonight; I lie, on my side, facing my mate. I pull myself up closer to him, holding the sheets around us. He's sleeping; he never has any problems with sleeping. I feel his deep breaths over my fur; a faint hissing enters the room as he breaths past his reptilian tongue. I close my eyes slowly, listening, concentrating on his breath trying to match my rhythm to his, its futile. I sigh, my eyes still closed, in my mind's eye I see once again how we met, a moment I've relived possibly once too often, wishing all could be as clear as it was then. * * * It was about ten, fifteen years ago now. We were both in the same philosophy class at school and we'd been put into the same group to do a project on Aristotle's life and major theories. Inside our little group of 6 or so furs I and he, were nominated to do something on the relationship with Alexander the Great, which was fine by me. So I and Ilastan agreed to meet at his place during the weekend. Now, I could tell you here about how the week dragged on as I pined once more to see him, but the truth is it shot by. All the same, that Saturday I found myself standing outside his house, my coat drenched by the tremendous downpour which had started since I'd left my own home. I knocked, as loudly yet as patiently as I could. The door opened slowly, revealing the dragon, standing inside. "Get in 'ere, before you get any wetter!" he said, chuckling at me, he grabbed my arm tightly now, pulling me into the dry, hot hallway. I stumbled slightly, as I passed the threshold, taking note at the strength of dragons. I looked up at him, even then he was a considerable amount taller than me, but these days, it's laughable. If my memory serves me right, he was wearing jeans that day, normal denim blue jeans, which compliment his green eyes very well. No shirt I noticed, he never wore shirts, I asked him why once, it's his wings, they're so large his can't possibly wear a shirt without it either being very baggy or tearing. He's closed the door now, trapping the heat in, he's looking me over, smiling and stifling a snicker, I can tell, I can always tell. The silence is starting to make me slightly nervous, that or his imposing figure. Suddenly, the silence was broken, by a shrill female voice. "Oh no," it squeaked, I looked over my shoulder sharply, to see a grey wolf stood behind me. She sighed and shook her head. "We'll have to get you changed Fox..." I blinked at this, somewhat patronizing remark. "Bah," I heard coming from the dragon "Ignore her, she fusses over everything to come into this house." I had no trouble sensing that Ilastan was trying to lighten the mood, to get rid of my apprehension. The wolf spoke again, "Quiet Ilastan!" she chuckled "You'll scare the boy even more." I blushed, as you do when in such a situation. I felt two paws grip the collar of my jacket and start to slowly pull it down my arms, which I stretched out behind my compliantly. Today, I'd chosen to dress myself in season appropriate clothing, I had on a white, light shirt that provided plenty of circulation, or should have, had it not been soaked onto my fur. I was wearing jeans which were now a pain to walk in that stuck close to my body. I felt the Ilastan's paw grip my own, which at the time I thought a most inappropriate action. "Come on," his gruff voice announced "I think dads got some clothes that will fit you." "It's okay, I'm fine" the first words I'd spoken since arriving, they were quiet and timid, almost unheard in my opinion. But the dragon looked down into my eyes, locking my gaze with his, for a few brief seconds I could met his glance, until I looked down, I don't know why, I just did, call it instinct I guess. Had I not already been red already, I would have probably turned that colour from his next statement. "Good boy," he said, quietly so the wolf wouldn't hear I guessed, or for added impact. "I don't want to be a nuisance." I managed to stammer out as we reached the top of the stairs, his paw still pulling me along. "No nuisance," he smiled "you'd only be a nuisance if you were selling something." "Well then, I better leave" I said, rather suddenly for someone with as dull a wit as I. But he chuckled at the remark making me smile. An icebreaking moment I do believe. He led me through a to his parents bedroom, it was a relatively large room, with the window facing out over the garden to the south. The bed was on the left as you entered, a built in wardrobe past that. The walls were painted a pale blue. As Ilastan started to rummage through the wardrobes, pulling out various items of clothing I took a look at some of the pictures on the walls. One was a picture of five furs. Two I instantly recognised as Ilastan and the wolf, both looked much younger, I tilted my head investigating closer, it must have been taken about eleven years earlier as he looked to be a cub of about five. The others were two more dragons, a male and female, married from the looks of their wedding bands and an arctic fox. "My parents." I heard from behind me, I turned my head slowly to look at the dragon, "They died, a few days after that photo was taken. Car crash. I was lucky; I was at school that day. I was playing with my friends, at break, when my 'aunt' the wolf you've met, and her husband my 'uncle' came and took me away, she didn't tell me what had happened till we got to the hospital. My mother died first, my father not that long after. Umb and Freja, have looked after me ever since. And for that I love them just as much as my real parents." "I'm sorry...." He smiles broadly at this "Why? It's not your fault." He drops some trousers and a shirt in my paws and pets my head "Take those wet clothes down with you, Freja'll dry them." I nod slowly and watch him walking out, closing the door after him. * * * I look up to the ceiling, some traces of sunlight move across it now, hesitantly I turn to look at the alarm clock. Shit. It's 6 am and I still haven't had any sleep. I guess I'll go to the doctors, get some more sleeping pills. Ilastan sleeps still, but with his back turned to me now, his wings have made me roll away slightly, but I'm still close enough to feel his tail snaking up my inside leg. Slyly, I reach my paw under sheets and rub it under his tail, stroking up until I reach his tailhole, stroking it softly with my pawfinger, I hear him moaning, making me smile softly. Often on my sleepless nights I tease him, he never knows, it's great fun, I urge you to try it sometime. * * * It was a long time before I and Ilastan became, intimate, so to speak. We were both in University then. I was still studying philosophy, the subject has always been my favourite, but Ilastan had chosen maths. Over the past four years we'd become best friends. I had been his confidant when he came out and helped him to tell his aunt and uncle, who took it, like everything in their usual, bubbly manner, saying something about grandchildren costing too much anyway. However, a year later, I was at Ilastans' house for Christmas dinner. When Freja asked me, in private if I was his mate, originally I was appalled by this statement, not that I didn't see myself as Ilastans best friend, but that I could be his lover, I never imagined myself in such a position. But this question had a profound effect on me, and I found myself, over the coming months distancing myself from Ilastan, till that one, fateful day. I slowly opened the door to my stingy little flat. My parents paid for it, they'd made a lot of money, very quickly, somehow, I never asked, but I knew it wasn't legal. Standing there, once more in jeans, black this time though, to suit his scales I guessed. "Hey Ila," I said casually, smiling at him. Stepping aside as he comes in, closing the door with a dull thud. "Why are you avoiding me Ete?" he asked, monotonously and bluntly. "I'm not." I replied, far too quickly. "Yes, you are. And have been since Christmas. Why?" He glared at me, his green eyes seeming to burn. "Look, I've just been busy, that's all." I shrugged, avoiding his eyes. Fatal mistake. "With work? From Uni?" he asked once more, his back straightening, glaring with even more intent. "Well, yeah," I hesitate to say, taking a brief look up at his eyes before glancing at the floor again. "Liar, Micah, my friend is in the same class as you. He's had one essay every fortnight." I shrug, "I guess I put in more effort than he does." Ilastan stares at me with his piercing green eyes. "You, Ete, have never put effort into any work." He's right. How can I argue with him? He knows everything about me, everything. I close my eyes, lowering my head as I feel his paws grip my shoulders. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice is softer now, motherly almost. "Is it because of what Freja asked you?" I blink, he knows. How does he know? He must have overhead. He's always had sensitive ears. I nod, slowly, still not looking up to him. I can't, I've never been one to forgive myself quickly. I hear him sigh as he pulls me close, hugging me up against his belly. He is soft, and warm. I feel safe, my forehead resting on his mid-section his paws rubbing over my back and head slowly and softly. "It's okay," I hear him whisper. I have good ears too. "She meant nothing by it, she was asking, for curiosity our of curiosities sake." I feel him scratching softly beneath my ear. "I'm sure she didn't mean to offend you, in any way." "She didn't." I jerk out quickly, I don't know why. "It's just, I...I'm confused." "About?" he asks, almost casually. I look up slowly to him "It's just that...I don't feel...I feel...I guess..." it's at this point I am rudely silenced. I blink, staring at Ilastans closed eyes as his muzzle locks round mine, his tongue moving inside my muzzle and playing with my own. I make no move against him. After a minute or so, he pulls away by his own, smiling down at me. I stand, looking up at him, blinking slowly. "I'm sorry." He says. "I've just been waiting so long to see how you taste. Blushing I look down, my ears lowering slowly against my skull "Uhm...it's okay..." He reaches out and ruffles the fur on my head. "I'll go." He says, opening the door and going out, leaving me standing in the middle of my room, stunned. It was a few days until I finally managed to pluck up enough courage to go see Ilastan. It was a long walk, or seemed it, in truth it was just a few blocks. As I reached his door I tentatively stretched out my paw and knocked softly. Part of me was unwilling to be here, because of what I knew would happen, the other part was more than willing. After ten or so seconds the door swung open, with Ilastan stood there wearing nothing. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him as such, but this time was different, I found myself admiring his form for more time than is polite, I snapped myself out of my daze quickly and blushed deeply. "Hey Ila." I said shyly. "Hey Ete, come in." he stepped aside and I sheepishly entered. "I guess you've come to a conclusion." He knew. I nod in reply and feel him wrap his arms round me, closing the door with his tail as he walks with me into the living room. He leans down, kissing my neck softly. "We don't have to." He said to me, trying not to pressure me. I shake my head slowly. "No, I want to." He nods, his paws sliding slowly down my sides and gripping my shirt at the hem, starting to pull it up slowly over my head as I raise my arms into the air, feeling the fabric lifted off my body. I feel now, his scales rubbing against my fur, they are soft; I push myself against them slowly feeling them with my fur. His paws are sliding down my hips slowly, rubbing them gently as he kisses into my neck, my head leaning to one side as he does so. I hear a dull dunk, the side of my jeans button being unclasped, followed quickly by that of the fly, I feel the fabric sliding down my legs, I consciously pull my tail free from the hole at the back, kicking away the jeans I turn slowly to look at Ilastan, he is smiling, his smile is warm and loving. I feel his paws once more, moving slowly up along my back I lean up and kiss him. This time my tongue is playing with his, I taste his mouth, he's not brushed this morning, I don't care. He slowly pulls away and smiles once more, his tail wraps round my waist slowly, one of his paws sliding over my waist and belly, beginning to slowly, ever so slowly rub at my sheath. I whimper softly at the touch of his smooth, scaly paw. His other free paw grips my wrist loosely, moving it onto his groin, just above the slit as he starts my paw into a rubbing motion. Very soon, I feel my hardening member slipping slowly free from my sheath, sliding into the dragons waiting paw, he rubs along the head softly, wrapping his arm round me. Soon I feel him hardening, his shaft slips freely into view, I stare down at it, gulping slightly, it's large, larger than I guessed, but all the same I am here now, I will finish this. I look back up to him as he licks across my nose slowly, I giggle gently as he guides me away, into his bedroom. Slowly and gently, he pushes me down onto the linen, I feel the heated blankets all over my back as he positions himself above me, not putting his weight onto me, he gives me a reassuring smile. His arm goes off and disappears into his bedside table, returning into sight with a tube of lubricant. I gulp once more, as he begins to apply it to his shaft, making the flesh glisten in the light. He applies some more to his fingers, moving them towards me and sliding them gradually between my legs, I spread them on instinct, a second later shuddering as I feel the cold gel rubbed slowly onto my ring. He slides a lone pawfinger into me, rubbing what's left of the lube inside me, I moan softly at the light penetration as he leans down, kissing my nose. "If it hurts," he says. I silence him now though, locking my maw with his again, engaging in an intricate dance with his tongue. Breaking away he nods at me. I spread my legs as far as is comfortable as he slips on top of me, my fur rubbing on his chest. I feel, for the first time his head pushing at my ring, I moan quietly at this, then it happens, I gasp loudly, feeling him slowly pushing into me, groaning as he spreads my passage as wide as he needs, slipping in with relative ease, he used more than enough. I hear him grunt faintly as he pushes in. He seems bigger now more than ever, I'm panting softly as he finally hilts himself into me. I'm full, with his full length and girth inside me, I am full; I am complete with him, I feel almost free. But gradually he starts to pull out again, he does this till only his head is left in me, then he starts to slide into me quicker than the first time, making me moan in pleasure as his ridged member slides over my prostate, stimulating me. My lower half arches, I tighten myself. He grunts with each progressing thrust, each one faster and harder than the last. I am in ecstasy the waves of pleasure bursting through my body as he enters me time and time again. So much so I don't notice his precum flowing into me as a flurry. I groan loudly in pleasure as he thrusts one last time into me roaring as a torrent of cum fills me quickly, plugged in by his shaft, I murr deeply, my eyes closed tightly. Ten or so seconds later he is done, I am filled by his seed as he gradually pulls his shaft out from me, the head popping free. I whimper softly, feeling his juices flow out of me and onto the sheets. He's moved so I can see his face, I smile faintly as he does too, kissing me softly. He rolls off, lying next to me before pulling me over. Soon, very soon, I slept. * * * I look once more over to the clock and sigh, it's seven thirty now. I'm tired, very tired. I have not slept, I have not dreamt tonight, only reminisced of times long past. I turn my back on my mate slowly, facing the wall. It's light now, all is light. I hear a shuffling behind me followed by a long yawn then a paw, placed softly on my shoulder shaking me, I mumble, with closed eyes feigning sleep. He worries if I don't sleep, I don't want him to worry. "Ete?" He sounds rested. "You awake yet?" I yawn, turning slowly and smiling at him, nodding slowly "Yeah, now I am." He's smiling back, I love his smile, it shows his teeth. I love his teeth, perfectly sharp. "Good, I didn't think you'd sleep." I blush, he can't see it, I've learnt to do so invisibly, he can't tell by my eyes any more. His arms, big strong arms, wrap around me, hugging me close to him, sharing our warmth on the cold morning. "I love you" he says, rubbing my fur, making me relax. I nod, and murmur, my eyelids fluttering as he gently rubs my back, I close my eyes and let out a small yawn, shuffling closer to the dragon, nuzzling into him. I smile faintly up to him, opening my eyes slowly and licking his nose, and then quickly drift off to sleep.
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