Forewarnings
DISCLAIMER:
This story is for mature audiences only, NO HORNY KIDS :3! If you're under the legal age, 18 or 21, then leave now, never to return, as for the rest of you, enjoy the yumminess.
Once again this is a work between two males, this time a dragon and tiger (still trying out different partnering to see which I like to do best). If you aren't into the M/M type, then read no further. I doubt this can make a series, and I don't think I'll be making any of those until I'm better at writing. Anyway, this story is about two lovers who, after an almost unbearable day at their jobs, come home to do some steamy love-making. Enjoy my furry brethren!
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A Hard Day's Night
A day at work can be enjoyable, and sometimes it can be less. It can be simply ordinary, and it can be extraordinary. In this small tale, however, we see a scene that can be described as utter hell; the type of day that make the sturdiest of men stumble, and the strongest of men cower, that is, until nightfall raises its revitalizing arms to end it all.
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A weight of pollutants and vapor lingered in the air, the streets were rampant with breakneck drivers, the morning sun glared a mean red over the city; the day was atrocious. The noise of automotives sounding their horns could be heard from miles around, and the shrieking of tires rattled the ears of many.
A car, of a normal disposition, hastily dodged another which had greedily catapulted itself through the traffic. In the driver's seat of the quaked car, Sirvus, a black dragon, sat agitatedly, fuming at the reckless drivers pouring through the streets; "What's everybody's rush? I'm driving at my usual speed." Just then, another dragon scornfully pulled by him, flashing the middle claw at him with dismay. The light of the raging sun attacked his eyes, adding to his discomfort. The air around him was an oven; the room was steaming, and the air conditioner was broken. It was not the best way to start the day.
An agonizing hour of morning commute pried with its jaws the dragon's demeanor. He pulled into the parking lot of his work place, glad to be away from the shores of hell. He skittered from his car to the building's front entrance, longing for the cool and refreshing atmosphere awaiting him. Nearly bursting through the doors, he met his disappointment, being tackled by a rush of even more sticky air. He glanced to his left a bulletin, stating in large, provoking letters that the air conditioning needs repairs, and will be down for a few days. With a reluctant sigh, he strolled in the direction of his work station, not believing the day he's been having already. Throughout the walk, he thought of his home life, how he already strongly longed to see his love; his tiger; his mate; Gann, in all his beauty. His seductive orange fur, vivid black stripes, a strong tone, and a face to die for. He generated pictures of his boyfriend in his mind, cheering himself up slightly. He frequently envisioned him as being naked, sporting his attractive erection.
Feeling his loins beginning to react to the images, he sullenly cut himself off from his fantasies, knowing all too well what would happen if he was to be seen wielding a large bulge in his pants: all of his colleagues laughing, pointing, and mocking him. There was no need to add insult to injury today. He sluggishly arrived at his station, eyeballing the rather large pile of papers to be filled out on his desk. Firmly planting his rear in his seat, preparing to tackle the wad of paper, he uttered to himself, "I wonder how Gann is holding up right now."
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A work-at-home man, an isolated existence, and no need for physical confrontation: the tiger loved his job. Gann frantically thrashed away at his keyboard, resolving some issues with his small business. Fortunately for the tiger, there was no hustle in having to go out driving in the midst of morning traffic just to get to work on time.
All was going well for Gann: his business experienced no problems at the moment, his house was soothingly comfortable in regards to temperature, and he had just heard the buzzer on the microwave go off, signaling that his favorite food was ready: a medium-rare steak. He was on his way to retrieve his prided meal when a series of knocks rattled at the door. Gann could recognize these knocks. He had come to distinctly remember the high tones of the short, speedy rapping: it was one of the neighbors, the one he could only refer to as 'it.'
Reluctant to open the door, he let out a hopeless sigh, and revealed to himself the first sign of the apocalypse: a small red fox staring up at him with distasteful eyes from the doorstep; "Hiya, Mr. Tiger!"
With a scowl, he responded sharply, "Hello, kid. What do you want?"
"Can I come in and play?" The child stared up at him with gleaming eyes, sending the mental plead to lull the man into obeying him. Gann saw right through the cute mask, and saw the fox's devilish grin.
"Not going to work this time, now goodbye!" Shutting the door and returning to his seat, he relinquished a sigh of relief. He sat back down in front of his calamitous computer monitor, to see a message sent urgently from one of his employees; "Now what's this all about?" The message was entitled 'robbery.' Seeing this, Gann hastily opened it and read its contents immediately, not believing what it said.
Gann, appalled at the screen in front of him, could smell the stench of pungent failure. His business, one of his two prides and joys, now fallen victim to the grisly hand of community. The growing enterprise; ransacked, shaven, pillaged for all its worth. The infamous gang of coons, branded thieves of heedful standing, had found his establishment, and giving it what they so dub, a 'cleaning.'
Mind shaken, eyes quaking: his dreams were ruined. He couldn't cry, nor rage; he couldn't shout, nor whisper. He got up to sulkily retrieve his meal when, of all times, the incessant rattling at his door reared its malicious head.
He opened the door; "Hey Mr. Tiger! Can I come inside and play?" The child again projected his puppy-eyes.
Gann, glaring into the boy's imploring orbs; "Please, go away!" near slamming the door in the fox's face, he turned and squeamishly slunk back into his computer chair. He drew up into his hand a nearby phone, dialing away the number of his shop.
A trembling voice answered, "Mr. Delgato?"
"Yes," sullenly adding, "How much did they take?"
"Near everything, sir, I'm sorry. They had us at gunpoint." Gann could hear him beginning to sob.
"Listen, it's not your fault. Now, are the police investigating?"
With a sniffle, "Yes, they said that once they find the coons they'll return the shop's stock."
"Alright. Tell the rest of the employees that they can take the rest of the day off."
"Okay, sir, thank you."
Hanging up the phone, Gann's expression veered into anguish. He knew that the police wouldn't catch them. The coons were notorious for their ability to disappear after a robbery without a trace. Why would they let themselves be caught this time? Gann felt crushed. He near crawled over to his bed and rested himself onto it. A single tear ran down his scrunched face as visions of Sirvus coaxed him to relax; "I love you."
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Hours had passed, yet the unrelenting pile of papers had failed to shrink an inch. Sirvus checked the time discontentedly, noting that he was supposed to leave for home soon. He didn't want to keep Gann waiting for him, again, nor did he want to stay in the black building. He pushed himself into high gear, motivated to leave on time to meet his love.
A slam of a distant door caught his attention. Looking to his right, he could see the gush of wind spiraling from his boss' office: he knew what that meant.
The brutish whale of a lizard skulked swiftly in Sirvus' direction, bearing a calloused face. Storming up to Sirvus abrasively, the lizard lowered its head, glared into the dragon's face, and with a snort and a scowl, delved the words into his ear, "Have you finished that paperwork yet?"
"Well, no, not yet. I'm wor-" His words were choked off by someone passing by and dropping another load of papers on his desk; "Wha-?"
With a scheming smile, the lizard's tone changed into a coax; "Finish all of this paperwork before you leave, and if you decide to be a rebel and retire early, heh, then you can simply just start saying 'goodbye' to your surroundings right now." He then turned to make his leave, nearly slapping Sirvus' face with his tail.
In his mind, Sirvus was near screaming the words 'fat old bastard!' His heart sank to even deeper levels at the thought of his love, alone in the quiet house; "He probably thinks I'm avoiding him." Turning aghast, he proceeded with his now fortified workings.
Endless hours of pen grinding against paper ate away at Sirvus' patience. His hand was cramping severely, his mind was turning void: he needed coffee. He couldn't help himself, his stress; so overwhelming, inclined him to yell "COFFEE!"
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Long since had nightfall swallowed the sky. The spiteful stars shone down onto the captivating asylum. Papers almost depleted, Sirvus' rusted hand creaked as it struggled to fill in the remaining blank spots. His eyes were weary. Standing up, he stumbled over to a pot of coffee on a nearby desk, pouring himself some of the fraudulent insomnia. Fueling his body with but a jitter and quiver. With the resolve to continue, he threw himself to his work in a desperation to rid himself of their curse.
Burst of energy ceasing, Sirvus scrawled frantically to finish off the last of the forms. The last of the boxes; checked. Sirvus' mind panted as a dog would. The pen dropped from his hand, making but a clatter onto the desk, and his hand: frozen in the shape of a hook. A sigh of relief left his throat, and he rose to head for the door.
Just after a mere few steps, the gush of wind blew through the halls again: the engorged lizard tromped its compounded shape out of his office; "Ahh, Sirvus. Glad to see you finished the paperwork. Now, there's one more small thing I wish for you to do. I need you to-"
Sirvus' tattered face grew to a blusterous flounder; "Listen here, you gelatinous slob: you have been on my back all day to get this shit done, and if you expect me to break my back again over anything but my own problems, then you can think twice before lugging your gluttonous frigate of a body in my direction! Now, get out of my way!" With that, he shoved by the lizard, nearly thrusting him to the wall. Sirvus forlornly knew that what he had just said could cost him his job, and possibly his career, but he didn't care: for four years he had taken orders from the pig, and he didn't care whether he kept his job or not.
Walking toward the door, a sudden onrush of tension reached his loins; "I need the bathroom!" He galloped past numbers of people to the public bathrooms on the other side of the room, while a shady scale crept its way out the front entrance.
Minutes passed, and rushing water sounded as Sirvus keenly walked out of the restroom; "That's better." He branched toward the doorway and speedily rushed through it. His heart was racing now; he knew in his mind that he would soon be by Gann's side. His eyes fell upon his parking spot: the keys in his hand fell to the ground, and his jaw hung with incredulity.
"My... car.." He decrepitly stumbled toward a ravaged mass; a metal scrap; his car. The disfigured vehicle lay there, basking in its vandalism. The paint; grazed to its base, the tires; swindled of their content, and the windows; shattered; "Who could have done this?" He came around to the other side of the masticated car, and saw the words engraved in the paint, 'YOU ARE FIRED!' He couldn't believe that the blimp of a lizard did this to him, violated a national law, just to get back at him; "That lizard is going to pay!"
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A disdainful and bitter smell filled Gann's nostrils: the police were still yet to find any trace of his belongings. The aroma lingering in the air profounded and annoyed him, he couldn't find its source. He followed the odor right into the kitchen, and it hit him; "My steak!" he bolted to the microwave, opening it to be striken by a surge of the fragrance; "Great, it spoiled." He removed the rotted substance from the machine, hesitating before ridding himself of it.
The light tapping attacked his ears once more. Gann couldn't stand this eternal torture any longer. Storming up to the door, he near ripped it from its hinges and glowered down at the little red bundle of hate. With those diabolic, pleading eyes came the dreaded words, "Hiya Mr. Tiger! Can I come in and play?"
The tiger's jaw clenched, his eyes became daggers, his skull nearly set ablaze; "Fuck you! You are a miserable little pest who needs to fucking learn how to accept 'NO' for an answer! Now get the hell off of my lawn!" The tiger's screams could be heard echoing from blocks around, and the fox's face, shaped from glee to horror, began to well up with tears. Shattered, the child branched, and flew across the turf back to his home. The Tiger knew he would be hearing from the brat's mother soon enough, but he didn't care.
The phone rang its chivalrous tone. As Gann picked it up, he snorted into the receiver, "What?!"
"Gann?" came the weak reply, knowing it to be Sirvus' voice.
With a sudden jolt, the tiger stammered, "Uh.. Oh! Sirvus! I'm really sorry. You wouldn't believe the day I'm having!"
Sirvus induced with a sigh, "I think I would, love. Can we talk about it later, I don't really want to have a personal conversation over a public phone."
"Alright, then, why'd you call?"
"Just to say that I'll be home in maybe an hour. My car is currently, out of commission, and I'm having somebody tow it for me." He felt full to pass out on the spot, his mind; exhausted, his vision; slightly blurred, and his demeanor; wearing thin; "I'll see you then, hun."
"Alright, love you." Gann could hear the dragon's hushed whimpers through the phone as he hung up.
Gann insatiably returned the phone to its roost. His mind clouded itself with pictures of his mate: he couldn't wait to see the sexy, jet-black dragon frisk through the doorway and scoop him up into his arms. With a depressed sigh, he lay himself onto his couch, nervously dozing off to sleep with fancies of his love floating in his head.
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Gann's ears perked up at the sound of the doorknob turning. He shot up from the couch and stumbled over to the door in time to meet Sirvus sulking into the room. The two, eyes transfixed into one another's, came to a passionate embrace; a single tear rolling down each of their cheeks in the moment; "I'm so glad you're here now, my big dragon."
Holding tighter, Sirvus groaned drowsily into Gann's ear, "I've had the worst day!"
Pulling the dragon to the bedroom, Gann anxiously pleaded, "We need to share our experiences. Okay, you first."
Hours of tear-jerking tales passed as the two mates bestowed upon each other their painful news. Expressions of anguish, disgust, and pity were put forward by each; "What are we going to do?" The dragon's mind was in panic, there was no telling what may happen next. He felt Gann's paw fall onto his thigh. Looking at Gann, he gazed at the tiger's beautiful eyes, puncturing his soul.
Gann reassured him, "We can make it through this! We just need to give it time." He leaned toward Sirvus and gently kissed his scaly lips. They parted, and gazed into each other's faces for a moment, only to delve into a deeper kiss shortly after. He could feel Sirvus' mouth open ajar, and his slithering tongue prod against his lips. He allowed access, and the forked mass slipped into his own orifice. The foreign sponge soaked over every depression in his cavity, wrestling with his own tongue at times.
Sirvus began slowly caressing the tiger's chest, feeling his nipples harden through his shirt. With a growl, he began lifting it off of Gann's torso. The tiger's furry chest manipulated the dragon's senses, attracting him to the orange fur. Giving one last lick to Gann's jaw, he began to lower himself down to the tiger's chest, leaving a trail of saliva behind him. Enthusiastic, Sirvus glazed his eyes over the dark purple nipples, and with a fierce lunge, attacked the right lobe with his maw. He licked it, sucked on it, slobbered on it; nearly slaving over the one stump of flesh. Extending his arm to his side, he slapped it onto Gann's left, firmly groping it for all its worth.
The attention Gann was receiving on his chest sent sparks through his spine: his sheath tingled and stirred, as his jeans began to tighten around his waste. He felt Sirvus' moist lips switch sides to his other nipple, eliciting an erotic moan from his throat. He reached around behind the dragon's laboring head, and grasped the seam of his shirt, pulling it up from around him. Sirvus let up for a mere few seconds to help remove it, then returned to his business. The tiger wedged his arms in between himself and Sirvus, trying to get to the dragon's chest. His paws slid over the two large mounds, and instantly, they went to work at kneading, massaging, and tweaking them.
The dual servicing continued for many a minute, until Sirvus broke the bond and ravaged at Gann's waist band; "Whoa, hey, OUCH! Hey be careful with those claws!" The dragon calmed his motions, already haven shred the tiger's jeans. Sirvus' nostrils were flamed by the tiger's musk; how he loved his mate's scent, the pungent aroma fueling his raging appetite. With his teeth, he tore from the tiger his last shield of protection: his straining boxers. Now exposed to the hunter stood Gann's plump eight inch prick, slightly barbing at its tip. Sirvus' eyes engorged themselves in the pink radiation from the precious member.
Gann, laying back on the bed now, looked down at his love to find him staring back at him, his expression begging for the tiger's goods. With a nod, Gann gave his sanction, and the dragon simply darted back to his cock. He stuck out his snake-like tongue, and slithered it from the base to its tip in one foul swoop, causing Gann to gasp suddenly. Sirvus slithered his tongue all around it, making sure to hit every delicious morsel of the staff. Wasting no more time in foreplay, Sirvus engulfed the steaming length rapidly, taking it down his throat, and began bobbing up and down on it with ferity.
The wet sensations drove Gann into raging lust. His paws held firmly to his mate's head, scratching the scales subconsciously. The slick feel of the dragon's inner walls felt like greasy chicken fat sliding on a glass plate. He looked down at Sirvus' undulating head, watching his cock disappear inside of the damp depths. He could feel himself building up slightly. He began pushing his hips forward to meet the mouth, increasing the friction and pleasure.
Sirvus twirled his tongue around the spiked member, letting its ardor warm his gullet. Gann began thrusting harder into his orifice, letting loose more frequent spurts of pre into him. With a claw, Sirvus took up the tiger's sac, caressing it with his thumb. A moan came our of the tiger, "Ahh! That feels great.. Oh, keep doing that!" Sirvus felt his momentum hasten; his barbs grazing the dragon's throat.
Gann, still grasping Sirvus' head, hunched himself over the dragon, now face-fucking him with all abandon; "Ungh! Love, I'm getting close!" Sirvus clenched his cheeks and sucked harder until his face hurt. With an exasperating motion, Gann drove his prick hard down the dragon's gullet, roaring into a frantic climax. His cock twitched, sending wave after wave of spoogey essence down the dragon's gullet. Sirvus greedily ingested the thick cream in a series of gulps. The orgasm subsided, the tiger's staff jutting a few small gushes of semen onto the dragon's tongue as he pulled out, cock retreating back into its sheath.
Swallowing the last of the essence, Sirvus growled lustfully, "Now its your turn to be of service." He smirked mischievously; Ripping off his own garments, boxers and all, to reveal his naked grandeur, ten inches of hard mass, colored a dark red. He threw himself toward Gann, shoving the tiger onto his back while placing his snout on his sac. He inhaled more of its delicate aroma, sticking out his dripping tongue to taste its flavor. Rolling over the fleshy pod, the skin followed its movement, left dampened from the saliva. He continued licking at them, systematically sliding one into his mouth, then the other, sucking the orbs softly. Gann's erection began to show again from the enticing treatment. Moving forward, Sirvus then slithered his agile tongue around his sac, sliding it toward the tiger's tail hole, causing him to gasp and arc his back.
Gann moved himself slightly to allow the dragon easier access, and upon presenting his luscious entrance Sirvus' tongue darted to its target, lathering it with his natural lube. Gann moaned as he felt the tongue glide into the orifice, prodding his ass with but a few inches of slimy organ. Sirvus thrusted his probe into the tiger's hole with intervalling speeds; saliva dripped from the opening as it was relentlessly assaulted.
Sirvus' patience was wearing thin, with a grunt he withdrew his tongue, bringing forth yet another moan from Gann. He then reached under the bed into an attached bin, dipping his hand into a pile full of large bottles of lubricant. Grabbing the first one he could, he brought it to him and popped the lid. He held it directly above his throbbing member, and squeezing its center, the clear liquid dribbled down onto it until it was practically drizzled in the substance. He smothered the excess fluid around his cock, and began to kneel behind the waiting tiger. Positioning the tip of his member at the twitching hole, he brought his maw to Gann's engaging in a powerful kiss as he thrust his whole length inside the depths. Gann, groaning from the sudden intrusion, wrapped his legs around Sirvus' back, readying himself for what was to come.
Sirvus withdrew from the tiger slowly until only the head was lodged inside Gann's loins, then thrusting himself inside again with a grunt. He quickly picked up a speedy rhythm, each movement causing Gann's throbbing cock to bounce. The feeling of tight muscle vicing around Sirvus' member electrified his senses; as did the full feeling of his long erection invading the tiger's abdomen. The dragon thrust himself hard once more, and stayed there. Wrapping his arms under Gann's back, he lifted the tiger. Still joined with him, and seated themselves in a sitting position. Looking up at Gann as he sat on his cock, he began lifting and dropping the tiger onto his member.
Gann held the dragon down; "Let me do it," and with a wink, he began riding the cock like a horse. The two embraced in another wet kiss, moaning between each bouncing action. Out of ecstasy, Sirvus began meeting the tiger's movements with his own, bringing about more pleasure with each thrust. Gann's sticky pre, between the grinding bodies, began to coat small segments on each of their torsos. Sirvus felt Gann tighten his anal ring periodically as he began coming down harder. The pressure alone began to spiral the dragon toward climax: Gann feeling his pre beginning to cover his inner walls. Moaning louder, Sirvus began pumping ferociously into the used orifice, eliciting more pre to jut from each of their dicks.
Their momentum became like lightning, Sirvus ravaging Gann's rear; Gann slamming into Sirvus' pelvis: moans and grunts roaring like thunder. The pressure in each cock was immense. On the brink of climax, the two bound together in a tight embrace as they entered a shattering orgasm, combined with a unified 'ungh!' Essence sprayed from Gann's member, coating their connected chests with its stickiness and dribbling down their abdomens. Sirvus' cock sprayed the tiger's insides with its pungent content, filling the orifice with sensations of warmth and dampness. Throughout the climax the dragon continued his pumping; friction causing his sensitive organ to spew harder its cum. The two continually shot more of their essence for nearly a minute. At the diminishing of their orgasms, their torsos were left drenched with white, and their wastes covered with the slimy goo. Their mixed scents filled the air as the two inhaled sharply, out of breath.
Sirvus collapsed onto his back, pulling Gann with him. They peered into each other's eyes; connected spirits reaching out to one another. Sharing one last kiss, the two contentedly drifted off to sleep, still holding their embrace.
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Sirvus awoke with a start, startling Gann to jump away; "What time is it?!" His eyes shot over to the clock, reading '10:24.' He was three hours late for work, but suddenly he broke a grin; "Maybe I'll just skip work today."
Gann smiled back, "Now there's an idea we can both enjoy!" He hopped off of the bed joyfully; dried sperm crumbling off of his stomach and rear. Striding over the window, he unshaded its view, letting in a warm and bright sun; "Wow, it's beautiful outside. How about we both just take a day off from everything, love? Just a day outside, in the fresh air, living a carefree life."
With that being said, Sirvus came up behind him with a strong embrace; "Sounds good, my love. But first.." Gann felt something similar to a hot dog slap against his leg; "Can we take care of this first?"
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Afterword:
Finally, my second story is done! This story, in all my prior experience in writing, was by far the most difficult piece for me yet. I really don't know why, but it pained me to work its plot line; even the yiffy part was annoying (call me crazy)! Just want to put it out there to those of you who read this part: about 30% of the credit for this story go to Wolfe Escada! With his encouragement, wisdom, and editing, he helped me to overcome my disabilities at writing this and finish it. Everybody who reads this and likes it: give a thanks to him!
Also, I just wanted to put it out there that a side story to this will be released, "A Hard Day's Nights: 1 1/2" as a mimic to the Lion King : ). I'll probably describe what it'll be like more in a journal eventually. I do hope you all liked this story, more than the last one, too. I'm really trying to improve, but I think I took a rather large step in style. On a side note: I tried my hand at putting some humorous objects in there, not sure how well they worked.
Once again:
-All comments/suggestions are appreciated- ^^