Lesser Beings
Sorry I didn't proofread this first, so if there are mistakes, please forgive me!
_"O, hallowed halls of Ignus Falls,
Let us praise thee, one and all!"_
Zane frowned at the human on-stage as he began addressing the school assembly as he always did after they sang the school song. He took his seat with the rest of the group and listened uninterestedly to what the man had to say, lest it had anything to do with him.
"In other news... Congratulations to our cheerleaders who--"
The dragon stopped listening, leaning back in his seat and yawning, stretching his gleaming black arms high above his head. If the principal had something to say about anything important, surely he would have said it before announcing anything involving the damned cheerleaders. He vainly looked himself over as he stretched, taking care not to spread his wings far enough to bother the other assembly-goers. He was one of the tallest and most muscular of any in the school, and he kept himself that way without playing any sports. He kept away from sports partly because he hated all of the coaches and partly because he got tired early of all of the jealous (and loving) looks he got from his teammates, who had obviously never seen black dragons before. Frankly, the looks gave him the creeps. Still, a good workout at the gym every few days kept him in shape as well as any sport would. Plus the guys in the showers there didn't give him creepy looks, likely because they were all nearly as muscular as the dragon himself. Or else, they hid their looks very well with years of experience.
And so, the dragon again brought his wings and arms in close and prepared to ignore the rest of the assembly. He would never pay attention in one of these assemblies if he could help it. He did, however, pay attention when the man called to the stage the captain of the cheerleaders, a small black cat of some sort named Erica. Zane kept promising himself that he would find out exactly what kind of cat the girl was, but he found himself otherwise occupied every time he was at her house. Or talking to her, for that matter.
Of course, Erica had nothing particularly interesting to say to the assembly (did a cheerleader ever?). Congratulations! Good job, girls! Onward to state! We have sex appeal! She wasn't a very good public speaker, which was shown very easily by her stuttering in even these simple commendations. That was okay though. She was better suited for using that mouth for other...diversions. Zane smirked.
The assembly ended quickly after that (thank goodness), and Zane shoved past several people to catch up with his little sex kitten. "Hey, honey," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her softly on her head, "You did amazing up there!"
She blushed, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, stop." She laughed, soaking in the compliment like a dry sponge. A very vain, dry sponge. A very vain, dry, sexy sponge. "I was so nervous!"
"Oh, you sounded fine," He growled, squeezing her closer. "Got me hot, anyway. I just love your voice, I guess."
"Oh, stop!" The cat shrieked, shoving the dragon away and feigning innocence to gather more attention as she often did in public, "You pervert!"
Zane grabbed her again and laughed, the rumbling baritone of his voice softening as he leaned in toward her ear, "How can I help being a pervert when you're just so sexy?"
Erica giggled, wrapping an arm around his waist again, "You spoil me!"
"I know, but you're worth it."
She giggled again, but didn't say anything immediately. She often paused like this, searching for words to say, but she always found some. "No I'm not!" she smiled. Well, she always found something. Not that it was ever very well thought out or put together. And it almost always very asinine and very false. Oh well, Zane thought, smiling, I don't keep her for intelligent conversation anyway.
In all of their flirting, they hardly noticed making it to one of the two classes that they actually shared. The dragon almost felt bad for the little cat in class. She really wasn't a very smart girl, though she did take a few honors courses. Of course, she never got through on her own steam. She always charmed someone into helping her out in her time of need.
Biology II was one of those honors classes, though not one anyone would need help with. As the dragon and cat took their seats next to each other, they both settled in for an hour of constant lecturing. Their professor, an old goat named Dr. Randall, loved nothing more than to lecture. However, the goat never really lectured on anything relevant to biology. In fact, if they weren't talking about hunting ("What a cruel thing!" Erica would growl, always taking the side of the lesser, non-'anthrapomorpho' animals, as she called them), they were almost always talking about ways to cook the critters.
Today was turning out to be a pretty normal day, after all. As the goat went off on another rant about the 300-point duck or whatever he once almost-killed, Zane put his head on the cool desk and settled in for a nap. Five minutes before the bell signaling the end of the period, his dear little cat leaned over and poked him in the ribs as she did nearly every day. He woke slowly and gave her a return poke, as he always did. It was good to have a system.
They left the class together and walked to her locker, which the dragon opened as he always did. Erica was helpless when it came to memorizing anything, so she always had her boyfriend of the time take care of it for her.
They split at this time every day, and the dragon had to sprint across the school to get to his second period history class on time. He began walking off after a quick kiss, but stopped when he heard a crash behind him. "Oh, gods," he frowned, knowing before he turned who the crash would involve.
"Watch where you're going, you slut!" Erica shrieked, glaring at the three girls across the hall from her. Zane wondered vaguely which of them had actually run into her, or if any of them had hit her at all. It wouldn't be unlike the cat to just accidentally drop everything and then blame it on someone else.
The center of the three opposing girls, a tall, busty cheetah that Zane distantly knew to be Shelby, stepped forward menacingly, bringing a paw to her ear. "I'm sorry, princess, I couldn't hear what you were saying with all of the shrieking you were doing."
"I said watch where you're fucking going," she growled back, "You slut."
Zane sighed again, setting his things neatly next to a locker and walking quickly back to the scene of the crime in order to stop any bloodshed that would certainly follow as it often did with women.
"Listen," the grey mouse of the cat-and-mouse trio sighed, stepping forward to resolve the dispute in her own awkward way, "Obviously we need to get to class, Shelby. Let's just give up before someone breaks a claw. Or... something."
"And heavens forbid the princess breaks a claw," the snow leopard on Shelby's left laughed, waving a dismissive hand and turning.
Erica obviously had no response to this, as she immediately turned and walked toward her next class, fuming. Zane smiled and turned, too, hoping to still make it to his class after the drama. Thank goodness some girls had some sense of when to quit.
...But no. Girls could never leave a fight in peace. Never. It was obviously some law that had yet to be taught in the dragon's physics class. The leopard had turned again and yelled after Erica.
"Hey, princess," she yelled, "One question before you're off! Who runs hell while you're up here?"
There was a pause while the black cat comprehended (or tried to comprehend) what was said, and then....
Zane and the mouse sighed, Shelby and the leopard laughed, and Erica dropped her things for a second time and ran at the group of girls. The dragon acted quickly, running and grabbing her by the arm to stop her from getting herself seriously injured. At the same time, a tall, handsomely white ferret ran out of his class after obviously having seen the fine events taking place, and jumped in front of the leopard for similar protective purposes.
"Erica, let it go," Zane sighed, dragging the struggling cat by the arm toward her class.
"I can take them! Ohh, I want to kill her!"
"Just let it go, let's go to class, come on."
Meanwhile, the ferret was having a similar conversation with his side of the battle.
"Alicia, can you stop confusing the simple-minded and come to class?" he sighed, shaking his head, "Your time could be better spent doing some grammar. Or watching plants grow."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the leopard smiled, linking arms with the ferret and walking into class with a wave to her companions. The mouse and cheetah waved back, smiling, and turned to head to their respective classes.
Zane and Erica arrived in front of the cat's class as the tardy bell rang, and she smiled up at her dragon. "Sorry I made you late, sweetie."
"It's fine," He lied, pushing her inside swiftly, "Quit starting fights, or I'll have to mangle you."
"Can't wait," she giggled, blowing a kiss goodbye, but the dragon had already sprinted down the hall toward his class.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch and without homework, so it nearly made up for the detention that the dragon almost couldn't weasel himself out of. He met with his little kitten in the parking lot and invited her into his car as he usually did. Since they had started dating a few weeks before, Erica never bothered to drive herself anywhere. She was spoiled that way. And Zane let it be, for the few dollars he spent in gas was quickly repaid in her company.
"So are you going to stay at my place for a while and help with my homework?" Erica pouted, patting the bag on her lap, "I have some math that I just can't do."
"And you expect me to be able to help?" Zane smiled, starting his car and entering the hellish traffic that always followed a school day.
"Well, you're like two maths ahead of me."
"I guess so," He smiled, placing a hand on her leg as he sped past one of his friends and onto the road outside of the school. "As long as you're paying me for the tutoring."
"You know I will," she returned his touch, though hers ended up a little closer to his groin.
They arrived at her house without hitting any children (a new record!), and both got out smiling. The dragon looked wistfully after the cat as she walked toward her front door. A Siamese cat, maybe? She had the same body type as a Siamese that he once dated. Of course, it could just be the way her tight little ass wiggled as she walked. Or the way her tantalizing tail swayed. Or maybe the way she looked at him as she turned, her eyes beckoning him forward. Mm...
"Coming?"
Or maybe it was because they were both cheerleaders and had that build. Either way, they were both pretty hot.
"Yeah, yeah," Zane grinned, flashing his draconic teeth menacingly, "I'm coming."
He didn't bother bringing his bag inside, as all of his homework was either completed or too difficult to even begin working around the ditzy cat. There was always something about his homework that she could talk about for hours without relating at all to the subject. "Delta? Oh, it's a little triangle, don't be silly! You know I once had this pair of triangle earrings..."
As they entered the large house, Zane was reminded again of one of the reasons that Erica was so spoiled. She was--well--rich. Obviously nothing had been spared when raising the kitten. In fact, Erica had once shown him the topaz-studded pacifier she had used as a baby. What the hell was a baby going to do with topazes? For that matter, what did anyone do with topazes? Jewelry must be to girls as football is to us guys, Zane thought. Just a good source of entertainment. And testosterone.
How easily amused they are, though.
Erica sat her things on the expansive dining room table where they did most of their schoolwork and withdrew a large textbook that Zane recognized by this point to be her algebra book. It was almost sad how hard it was for her to grasp some of the simple concepts of mathematics. He hoped distantly that she would never have to face the horrors that she would surely find in calculus.
"So what are we working on today?" The dragon smiled, leaning over her shoulder and looking toward the page she was now turning to.
"Nothing fun," she pouted, glancing sadly at the page in front of her. "Matrixes?"
"Matrices?"
"No, matrixes. Like here's a matrix..."
"I know, I mean," Zane sighed, rubbing his head. "I mean...oh whatever."
"So, um. Multiplication of matrixes involves..."
"Er, no, you can't do it that way..."
"Why not? I add them that way!"
"You do, yeah, but..."
"No way!"
"No way, that's not right."
"I don't get it."
"I do, and I'm trying to help, but..."
"Okay, let's try this once more..."
"Alright...so this row..."
"Yes!" Erica screeched, "I did it!"
"Yes, you did," Zane moaned, standing and deciding to take a small break to grab a drink. "Yes."
He walked into the kitchen, leaving the cat to celebration. Hooray for her! That first problem WAS a doozy, certainly. Only 19 more to go on the assignment. At least she'd done it herself. The dragon glanced at the clock. "It's already been an hour," he sighed. At least she could do it herself now.
"Zane!!"
Or so he thought.
He walked back into the room, lamenting the fact that he had to leave soon after a completely unproductive evening.
"I'm horny."
Or so he thought.
The cat was perched upon the table, and Zane was unprepared. She struck quickly, her lithe black frame backed with the power of years of leg-strengthening cheerleading. The two black forms fell to the ground, and the bottom of the two found his mouth suddenly assaulted with the rough feline tongue he'd grown to love. He returned the kiss deeply, snaking his draconic tongue into her maw lovingly. Her mouth was pretty delicious, he had to admit.
She broke the kiss all too soon and sat up on his firm stomach. "So if I lean back right now, will I be surprised?" Was that a witty comment out of her? Lust always seemed to reinforce her mind.
"After how many times we've been in this position? I'd hope you're not going to be too shocked."
"I'm glad." Erica licked her lips, sliding back slightly to place the base of her form against the hardness struggling to break free of its cage. "And I'm not surprised."
The two stood up, and Zane grabbed his sex kitten by the hand, leading her to her bedroom. Sometimes he wondered if she actually needed help finding it in the maze of a house.
They had barely made it to the door before the two began undressing. Zane had only managed to get his shirt awkwardly off of his body and begin fumbling with his pants before he looked up and saw that the cat was completely undressed. She was good at getting undressed in the quickest sort of way.
"Let me help you," she hissed lustfully, inching closer. "Since you helped me."
"As you wish," The dragon growled, smirking. He was unsurprised with the ease she had with undoing his belt, though he'd rather not think about where she got the practice.
Erica didn't bother removing Zane's boxers, nor did she require him to sit, to reach the prize. The hole in the front was more than good enough to remove her target. The dragon's bright crimson length looked dazzling in the low light of the bedroom. Even more so against the black of his scales.
"Mmm," Zane moaned as the cat breathed on his manhood. "Don't tease."
She didn't.
He had to admit that her gag reflex was pretty well trained. To be able to take his whole member in so readily, so quickly... so GOODLY! She was a gem to have around. Her performance certainly made up for the little quirks and downs that came with the relationship.
She swirled her tongue skillfully around the tip of the member, letting the roughness add more stimulation than any other tongue could possibly offer. It was good to be feline. She swallowed, tasting something salty, and sucked more forcefully to extract more of the nectar. The dragon above her moaned, which was something more of a dull roar. "Oh, YES." He breathed, placing a hand on her head. She wasn't done. But he would be, soon. She was getting tired, though, so she decided the coup de grace would have to come more quickly than she had planned.
Zane panted, his body shivering slightly at the sensations she was giving him. She really was the best thing that had ever happened to him, as far as blowjobs went. He felt a familiar feeling low in his body, and he whispered, "I'm getting close."
Not that it mattered. She couldn't get enough of his juices. He was pretty tasty, he mused. He'd tasted his own seed too many times to count.
A cessation of the dragon's constant musing came quickly, as Erica delivered her final blow. With the full length of the draconic member in her throat, she began purring. As she expected, there was a sudden roar up above somewhere and the length in her mouth twitched. Almost immediately she had to stop the vibrations in her throat and focus on swallowing the torrents of salty cream that came to her.
She coughed as she withdrew her head when the dragon was finally spent. "Don't you ever stop?" She gasped, breathing deeply.
"You should know by now what happens when you do that!" Zane breathed, falling backward onto the floor and watching his length dribble a little more of his seed that it was saving. "Missed a spot," he smiled.
"I noticed," Erica smiled, dragging a claw over the leftover cream and eliciting another shiver from the larger form. She brought it tantalizingly to her mouth and licked it off, savoring the treat. "All better?"
"I guess. Your turn." He grinned, eyeing the pussy's dripping... well... pussy. "Or my turn for a treat?"
He shifted forward and lowered his head to her crotch, extending his tongue.
"Ew, no!" Erica cried, backing away. "Gross!"
"What?"
"I've told you before, I think that's so gross!" She shivered.
"How come you get to do it to me, then?"
"Like I told you," she frowned, "THAT'S not gross. But you doing it to me is gross!"
"I guess, if you say so," The dragon pouted, dipping a claw in her entrance anyway, causing a shudder to go up the lithe form. "But you do taste good." He licked his claw suggestively, locking his eyes to hers. "So how should you get yours?"
"Fuck me," She said plainly, climbing agilely onto her bed. "Please?"
He laughed and looked down at his length, still standing at attention. "Only since you asked so nicely."
"Good," She smiled, spreading her legs and presenting herself in the best way she knew in her experience. Too much of that, the dragon thought.
Zane stood, smiling at the 'mating' display. "Condom?"
"Ugh, I don't know why you insist." She frowned, obligingly reaching into the drawer of her bedstand. "We're not making any dragonkittens."
"Just to be safe," He smiled, taking the package she offered and opening it. And to protect MYSELF, he thought. He didn't know if she had any diseases... But...
He unrolled the bright blue rubber teasingly over his length, letting her marvel and drool as the colors melded into something of a bright purple.
"Get on with it!" Erica frowned impatiently.
"Hey! It takes concentration to keep it up, kitty."
"Oh, bull!"
And she, Zane thought, would know how little concentration it took. With all of those other boys...
He couldn't think about that. He forcefully grabbed her and threw her legs aside before thrusting into her to the hilt in one swift motion.
"AH!" She screamed, still not quite used to the dragon's girth. The poor girl had never had a dragon before HIM, after all. Didn't she have a horse, though...?
Zane only moaned lowly and began thrusting into her quickly. He kind of wanted to end it quickly. Surely there was less risk of INFECTION if exposure was limited. Still...it felt good. She wasn't too used for his pleasure, at any rate.
The cat shivered as her body was wracked with a rather sudden climax. She must have been pretty hot, Zane thought. And he bursted with an odd sort of pride that he could cause her a climax before he'd had his...but then again, he HAD just finished.
Looking down on the lithe, furry, form sweating beneath him was a definite turn-on for the dragon. He absentmindedly ran his hands across her chest as he pounded relentlessly. It wouldn't be long, now.
"AII!" came a scream from behind them.
"Damn it," Zane growled, blushing. He locked panicked eyes with the cat's and turned, more worried about the person that had interrupted than he was about the climax missed.
Erica's housekeeper, Rosemary, was standing in the doorway. The diminutive, tan human girl looked incredibly frightened, as she always did, when she saw the dragon... but now!
It was only the housekeeper, though. Not one of her parents, or the police, as Zane often feared when he was roaring in the heat of the moment. He got a wicked idea. The girl spoke little of the English language... Who would she tell? He looked back at Erica, and she, too, seemed relieved. Zane took the opportunity to thrust back into her in the most showy manner he could manage.
"What are you-" The cat began, but stopped when he hit that SPOT he was so good at hitting. What WAS he doing? "Ohhh..."
"Mm... let's give her a show," Zane smiled, thrusting again and again. Rosemary stood shocked in the doorway, unmoving.
"Let's," Erica gasped, grinning at the novelty of the idea.
Surprisingly, the interruption didn't bother the dragon's libido as much as he thought it would. He felt his climax approaching quickly. He showily rubbed the cat's breast as he worked, glancing from time to time to the doorway. The housekeeper remained quiescent. She didn't even seem to be breathing.
The sight, Zane supposed, must be too much.
He held onto her thigh with one hand as he then rubbed his own body with the free one. He vainly marveled at the sweat glistening on his black scales. I am HOT.
Erica screeched, breaking the dragon's trance, signaling her second climax of the evening. Zane smiled, readying himself to join her in orgasmic bliss...
"Pull out," Erica mouthed to him.
Zane looked in a shocked manner at his feline lover. "Why?" he mouthed back.
The cat shifted her eyes fleetingly at the doorway and Zane understood. It was the right time. He withdrew quickly and threw the condom to the floor, pumping his length for all it was worth. He wondered vaguely where he should aim. He didn't have much of a choice, as string after string of his seed was sprayed across the cat's body, from pelvis to head. He didn't remember ever shooting this much, before. Exhibitionism must be a hidden kink of his. He'd try this more often...
He milked the last few drops and grabbed a pearl on his claw. "Mm," he growled, glancing at the panting cat before turning to the housekeeper and giving her his best grin. He walked forward, but she didn't move, so he took the opportunity to stick the claw into her still-open mouth. She seemed to snap back to reality, then, as she closed her mouth around the claw and sucked off the droplet of his seed. Seeing her do that made Zane realize that, for a 'lesser' creature, this little girl was pretty sexy.
"Honey, is Zane here?" came a feminine shout from somewhere else in the house, breaking the magic of the moment. Rosemary quickly rushed off to busy herself elsewhere, and Erica jumped to put on her clothes.
"Shit!" She growled, looking at the state of her fur. "I can't put the clothes on like this!" In a moment of ingenuity (or panic), she grabbed the clothes and ran into her bathroom to turn on the shower.
Zane cursed her for leaving him alone to face the source of the voice, Erica's mother. He heard the footsteps growing closer and attempted to hide his disappearing erection in his boxers. He realized it would never hide, even disappearing, and threw on his jeans as quickly as possible, not even bothering to button them before throwing himself to the ground on top of the condom to hide it.
"One-oh-six, one-oh-seven, one-oh-eight," He was saying and the older cat turned the corner and looked into the room. He looked up at her in mock surprise from one of his sit-ups and smiled, "Heya."
"Oh, hello...Zane," Erica's mother looked down on the sweaty, half-naked dragon on her daughter's floor. He hoped to an unnamed god that she couldn't smell the sex in the air, or that she was too airheaded to do so. Then again if HE could smell it with his slightly poor sense of smell...what could the cat smell?
"Sorry that I'm sweaty. You know Erica, she's been in the shower forever. Had to occupy myself somehow," He grinned sheepishly, spouting bullshit at the maternal cat in front of him. "Really, sorry."
"Alright, then." Erica's mother smiled hesitantly, turning and leaving the room.
Erica turned off the shower when she was sure her mother had left and stepped out, wrapped in a towel and still wet.
"You look like a drowned cat," Zane smiled, hopping up and walking to her. "I think she bought it."
"I... doubt... I guess. I suppose."
"Yeah... I'll leave now, then." The dragon leaned in, kissing his kitten passionately. "The housekeeper won't say anything, will she?"
"I hope not," Erica shivered, twitching her tail. "Then again, I don't know if she speaks OUR language."
"Ah, well... Goodnight, then!" He smiled, gripping her paw once more before leaving in a hurry. That was too close...
He sat in his car for a time before leaving, wondering what he had just done. Had he really just fed that HUMAN his seed? He felt dirty somehow... and yet... it was a fine dirty.
Erica watched wistfully as her boyfriend drove off, and jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder suddenly.
"God, he's a hot one," came the voice of her mother in her ear.
"Don't say that, Mom." Erica shivered, "Sounds creepy when you say it."
"You know, I had a dragon once myself. Nearly tore me apart. Was he bigger than the horse?"
"Ugh, mom!"
"I'm just curious! I've never had a horse to myself..."
"Mom! ...Yes." Erica scoffed, reluctantly answering the questions. Yet she said it vainly. The dragon was a prize.
"Oh, good... Only the best for you."
"Mm...he is the best."
"I'm sure... Oh dear, that's your father pulling up."
"Ha-- ... is he good then?"
"Mm...he's a cat, you know. It's not like you haven't had one...you know they're...not..."
"Not the best, and painful. And small." Erica sighed.
"Yeah." Her mother sighed.
"Well, I'm tired out. I'm going to go nap before dinner!" Erica smiled, walking toward her room.
"Use some air deodorizer, dear. The smell of dragon was nice for a bit, but it gets overpowering."
"I know, mom, you've told me enough."
"Well it never hurts to have a reminder. Still, The older cat smiled, reminiscing as she walked away from her daughter and toward the front door to greet her husband, "their musk isn't as spicy as--"
"MOM!" Erica ran into her room, ears covered, and shut the door.
"Lucky girl, though," Her mother smiled, caught still in memories of times passed. "Lucky girl. I hope she never gets married. Hi honey!"
_Criticism is appreciated, though I have a feeling I know a couple of the things that would be put under the microscope. I hope at least one of these characters was unlikeable for you, though. I know at least one was for me. Based on true events, maybe?!
And in case any of you wonder the status of my main series, I have the third chapter finished and proofread, but I don't want to post it until I get a fourth chapter ready. I'll work on that when I get time. ;3_