# Painting the Perfect Lover

Author: WolfwithaDS
Tags: Fox, M/M, Romance, Wolf

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WARNING! This story contains content that may be  
unsuitable for children younger than 18! It also will  
depict scenes of romance between 2 anthropomorphic  
creatures of the same gender! If any of this bothers  
you, please leave immediately!  
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Author's Foreword: Having said that to cover legal matters, I will somewhat go the  
opposite way in saying that this story does not contain an incredibly yiffy section that  
I know most of you are here for, but instead a long, romantic story about. . .well  
you'll just have to read it to find out. If you're looking for a quick but very sexy and  
intimate scene with little explanation of why they're doing it, you're in the wrong place.  
But if you're looking for an emotional joyride more powerful than the ones you're  
getting from those "happy pills" I see sitting next to you, sit back and enjoy!  
  
Painting the Perfect Lover  
By: WolfwithaDS  
  
It was finally Friday. School gets so long some weeks that I just want to  
give up and stay home. Alas, attendance has always been a personal priority as my  
father was never on time and I was constantly left stranded as a child. Ever since  
then I'd swore I'd be where I was supposed to when I had to be there.  
"Clay! Get your wolven butt over here and help me!"  
It was my friend Steve. He had spilled green paint everywhere and couldn't  
really get to the paper towels without spreading it even further.  
"Hey, that's a nice look for you. I didn't know tigers came in that color."  
I don't usually tease people, but I'd known Steve for long time and just couldn't  
pass up the opportunity. As I reached the paper towels, I asked him, "How many  
do you think you'll need?"  
"Just bring them over here already. I don't want this to dry or I'll never get  
my fur clean."  
I sighed. Being an anthropomorph is great, but having fur was a real  
problem sometimes. Not that I'm complaining, I really like my fur. It's a mixed gray  
color, very neutral, and the obvious reason for my name. Some have said that if I  
ever stood still for an extended period of time, I'd make a great statue. The fact  
is I didn't stand out like some of my fellow furs, but at least I could wear any color  
of shirt without worrying about it clashing. Yup, that's me, always optimistic,  
always looking at the bright side. No wonder I loved bright colors so much.  
A couple more people came over to assist in cleaning up the green paint.  
After we'd gotten what we could off the poor tiger and the floor, we returned to  
our current projects. Mine was. . .well I wasn't sure yet. The topic was to paint  
something without any red or blue tones. This was my favorite part of school, an  
intermediate level art class, meaning we were expected to know already how to  
draw and paint fairly well, but weren't so much graded on how well we could do  
it. The entire point was to open our minds, to meet these seemingly random  
challenges within a decent time frame. Usually I'm pretty quick to get an image  
in my head and apply it to the canvas, but this time I was stumped.  
"Hey, maybe I should do a self-portrait," I thought to myself. "But then  
again, I don't have a mirror handy and there aren't enough grays here to really  
pick up on my natural highlights." I laughed at myself. Maybe a cool forest scene?  
Lots of green and brown under a midnight sky. Feeling inspired, I picked up my  
brush and got to work.  
After about half an hour, I stopped and looked at my work in progress.  
It wasn't bad, but I have had better ones. I glanced over at the fox beside me.  
He hadn't even lifted his brush yet. He seemed, sad, alone, like he wasn't really  
here at all. I found myself watching him, completely distracted from the task at  
hand. He was pretty short, even by fox standards, wearing a shirt that was  
obviously larger than his actual vulpine frame. I had noticed earlier in the year  
that he always seemed to wear some sort of. . .body armor. I wasn't really sure  
why, and had never bothered to ask him. In fact, I don't believe I've spoken  
with him at all, and didn't even know his name. I also noticed he had no tail  
sticking out of his pants like the other antromorphs. A pity, really, I quite enjoyed  
the sight of a big, fluffy tail like the one a fox generally has. Thankfully, there was  
no shortage of foxes here, as I believed they even outnumbered the humans in  
this geographic region. One I especially liked was the very reddish one of a girl  
who sat in front of me last year in an economics class. I saw her around from  
time to time, but no longer got to ignore the teacher in favor of random fantasies.  
It seems kinda odd that I'd be in my 2nd year of college and still a virgin, although  
I guess the opportunity for otherwise just really hadn't come up for me. Some  
claim viginity is a hard thing to hold on to at this age, but I honestly didn't see the  
problem.  
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I wanted to speak to the fox sitting next  
to me. But really, what could I say? I've never been one to dig into the personal  
life of others, even those whom I'd known for quite some time. He just looked so  
cute, sitting there, staring off into a space deeper than the galaxy could encompass.  
There was a sadness in his eyes that could release enough tears to fill a. . .okay,  
I'm not very poetic, hence my taking an art class.  
I looked back at my painting and reached for my art brush. Well, at least  
I thought I did. When I looked down I realized that now my hand would not move.  
Aww, this is no way to paint. I sighed, knowing now that I'd be unable to work  
unless I spoke to the still unmoving fox. I looked past him, making sure that he  
wasn't posing for someone (a mistake I had made before) and decided I may as  
well ask him.  
"Hi." I stopped. He looked over at me. Well, so much for posing a  
question. "I. . .um. . ." God, what do you say to a face like that? The golden  
brown fur covering his face gave him such a sweet look, even when he seemed  
on the verge of tears. "I see you're fulfilling the requirement on your art piece."  
Which was quite true, really, his canvas was completely devoid of paint, red, blue,  
or otherwise.  
He turned away from me. Okay, really bad joke. "I'm sorry, I couldn't  
think of anything else to say. I hope I didn't offend you. I should have never said  
anything at all. I'm really sorry."  
He turned back towards me. I saw on his face the faintest hint of a smile. "It's  
okay. To tell you the truth, I really hate the irony of this week's challenge.  
Today I'd love nothing more than to smear dark blue paint all over this thing."  
I laughed. I completely understood his wish. I'd had days where I felt like that,  
but never to such an extreme. What horror could he possibly be enduring? To  
ask him would be unthinkable. But maybe, just maybe I could at least figure out  
his name.  
"I'm Clay. And I. . .I don't remember your name."  
"It's Terry," was all he said. I just looked at him for a while, unsure of what  
to do next. He scooted his stool over, closer towards me. He glanced at my painted  
trees. He seemed to stare into them as he had been staring before. For a moment I  
thought he'd gone back into his sad memory and forgotten where he was, but then he  
brought his head down onto my shoulder. I must admit I was a bit shocked at first,  
but eventually I found myself putting my hand on the top of his head. I was glad I  
could at least provide him a bit of comfort, a warmth to break his cold, lonely mystique.  
"Well that's it for today," came the voice of our instructor. "No staying  
around late this time, I have an appointment to get to. Everyone make sure you've  
cleaned up everything and put your work away nicely so it doesn't get ruined."  
Uh huh, as if we hadn't heard that before. Well, she must get paid for something,  
right?  
I looked down at Terry, who had his eyes closed with his head still on  
my shoulder. Certainly he couldn't fall asleep that fast. "You know the class is  
over, right?" I whispered in his ear, "It's time to go."  
"Hey man, thanks for helping me with the green--" I noticed Steve was  
behind me, unsure of what to make of my current predicament. I motioned  
towards the door, indicating I would meet him outside in a minute. He shrugged,  
then headed out.  
"Come on now," I coaxed softly, "if you don't get up I'll just have to let  
you fall on the floor. I think there's still some wet paint on it and we wouldn't  
want you to get all messy." He got up, silently. Without a word he returned to  
his own area, shook his head at his blank canvas, and began putting everything  
away. "I'll see you on Monday?" Terry turned towards me and for the first time  
today I saw his smile come out from hiding. With a nod, he grabbed his bag and left.  
  

  I met up with Steve outside. It was the last class for both of us, so we  
would each head to our respective cars, which were usually fairly close. "So  
what was up with you and that fox, dude? He seemed kinda attached to you  
from where I was standing. I thought you were. . .come to think of it, I've never  
seen you with a girl."  
"Hey now, just because I don't have some ugly stripes to cover my  
hideous tan hide doesn't mean I can't attract the ladies." We both broke into  
laughter. I'd seen some of the females he'd been with and heard what they  
said to him. And I knew that at least a few of them had gotten him in a bed,  
although I didn't know which ones.  
"In any case, his name is Terry and he came over to me. He didn't seem  
to be feeling well, so I just didn't have the heart to object," I said with sincerity.  
"Whatever you say, Clay." He grinned and I knew that he believed me,  
but was exacting sweet revenge for the color crack I made back with the infamous  
green paint. It had been so long since someone had done anything to that extent  
that I'm sure it would follow him for weeks and most likely spread into various  
gossip circles.  
We had reached my car. It was a green \*giggle\* car of some make and  
model that I really didn't know of the top of my head. I'm sure if I ever lost my  
car or had it stolen I'd be so screwed in trying to explain what it looked like to  
the cops. If I had something to draw on I'd be fine, as I knew what it looked  
like, but that deep car stuff that like every male teenager is an expert in just didn't  
ever click with me. Engine types, motors, performance, I may as well be trying  
to decipher ancient hieroglyphs. As long as the thing ran nicely I didn't really  
care, although one of the tires could use a little more air. I'm not totally oblivious.  
"Later, Steve!" I said as I hopped in and began to make my way back  
home, ready for the weekend to begin.  
  

  Monday again. The weekend was quite uneventful. At least I finished  
my paper for my English class and got a lot further on one of my video games,  
having found a controller much better suited for my lupine digits. But now that  
the weekend was over, it was time for 5 more days of boring and more boring.  
Finally, it was time for art class again.  
I sat down and uncovered my canvas, wondering if I had been drunk  
the previous time I had this class. My trees were all wrong and I hadn't even  
started formulating the sky. What in the world was I thinking? I reached for  
my blue paint, then remembered why it was I started a twilight forest scene.  
I sighed at my paint, and life in general, when I noticed Terry getting to his seat.  
"Good afternoon. You look a lot better today." He glanced over,  
and at first didn't seem to remember me. But after a few seconds it clicked  
and he waved. I noticed that he never seemed to say much, but his eyes were  
all the greeting I needed. I quickly went back to fixing the monstrosity I had  
created only 3 days earlier. I added more trees to fix the sense of unbalance  
and flowers that shined in the moonlight. After a while, I felt much more at  
peace with my art, as it was finally coming together as envisioned. I decided  
to take a look at what Terry was working so diligently on.  
It was beautiful, almost too beautiful for words. Terry had painted an  
older female fox looking up as she was ascending to the sun. She had  
absolutely magnificent wings that closely resembled those of an angel. I found  
myself unable to speak. The detail was so intense, so carefully constructed that  
I couldn't imagine it came from anything other than the heart. Was this. . .was  
this what Terry was so sad about the Friday before? As if reading my mind, he  
answered my question.  
"Yes, that's my mother. She. . .I lost her last Thursday," he whispered  
so softly, I could barely make out what he was saying. "This is the only thing I  
can do to wish her goodbye."  
At this point, tears began to run down my face; not even the fur under  
my eyes could absorb them. I could feel Terry picking up on my emotions, and  
he put his arms around me. "Thank you, for last Friday. I had no one else to  
hold on to. You made me feel at peace with myself, gave me the courage to face  
the situation I could not control. I don't know what I would have done otherwise."  
His words hit me, and I felt joy that I had really made a difference. I reached my  
hand up and stroked him behind the ear, to which he put down the paintbrush and  
leaned into me.  
I spent a few minutes with him, thankful that everyone else was too  
absorbed in their work to notice us, then returned to my own work. However,  
it seemed like I wasn't getting anything else done today, as my emotions were  
getting in the way of even the most simple thought. This may be one project I  
wasn't getting such a good grade on. But it was okay, for I had found a new  
friend in the process. I smiled and started watching the brushes dry out, wishing  
for once that the picture would just paint itself.  
  

  After class, I caught up with Terry. He seemed to enjoy my company,  
even outside the sanctity of the art classroom. I started to follow him, not really  
caring where he was headed. I figured I might as well say something. "I never  
knew you could paint like that. Well, before Friday I really didn't know you at  
all, so I guess that's understandable, right?" He laughed, but then his face broke  
what seemed to be a deep thought. But then he shook his head and smiled at me  
again. Not sure what to make of it, I smiled at him too.  
"So, if you don't mind me asking, what's up with the armor? Doesn't it  
ever get hot in there?" Curiosity was getting the best of me. "I would think as  
cute as you are you'd like to show off that slender little body I'm sure is hidden  
deep inside." I slapped my hand over my mouth, embarrassed that I had used  
the word "cute" out loud in front of him like that. He blushed, hopefully taking  
that as a simple compliment, and began to explain it to me.  
"It was a long time ago, back when I was very young. I was an only  
child, so I always entertained myself playing with whatever else was around.  
Unfortunately, I ended up pawing a boulder that wasn't quite stable on a nearby  
hill. It fell on me and crushed my already fragile spine. It's never quite healed,  
and prone to impact. I wear this to protect myself from getting injured again. I  
never could find one in a smaller size, but the extra space doesn't suffocate my fur.  
I also lost my tail in that incident, and there was no way to reattach it."  
I stopped walking. His sweet voice had spoken more now that I had ever  
heard it before. That did explain a lot, as tragic as it was. I patted my knees to  
make sure they wouldn't give way as Terry realized he had left me behind and had  
turned around so I could catch up.  
"Wow, so, um. . .jeez. I would have never guessed anything like that."  
It was all I could manage to say.  
He could see that I felt sorry for him. "Don't worry, my life isn't all bad.  
Hey, maybe some time we could get together outside of class and I'll tell you about it."  
I was amazed that he had taken to me so quickly, as shy as he was, I never thought  
he'd ask something like that.  
"Sure, hey, we should meet at my place. Nobody else lives there, as my  
former roommate ran off with some girl to a foreign land and me with the house to  
myself. It's not much, but I call it home anyway. Here," I said as I wrote my  
address and phone number on a notecard. "I should be free this weekend, pending  
any major homework assignments some teachers just randomly throw at ya."  
Terry laughed, a laugh that I began to grow fond of. "Sure," he said, and  
stopped as we reached a doorway. "I still have another class though today, so  
I'll see you tomorrow." And with a small hug he disappeared into the class. I  
finally headed towards my car, realizing I'd been walking completely away from  
it. It was definitely worth it though.  
  

  The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. I enjoyed the daily art  
class, more and more thanks to the company of a newfound friend. As Friday  
came around we got our new assignments. "This time class, we will be focusing  
on anything that starts with the letter 'T'. Feel free to add whatever in the  
background, but your picture must have a main subject that begins with the  
aforementioned letter. And Clay," I looked up, "this time you can add your  
red tulips wherever." She held up my previous picture, which indeed had  
some red flowers, despite that our last challenge was not to use any red or  
blue. I buried my face in my hands, totally embarrassed. Steve started clapping  
loudly and suddenly everyone in the class was applauding me for my blatantly  
stupid mistake. Oh well, on to the new task at hand. Now, what started with  
the letter "T"?  
No, I couldn't. There was no way. But yet, I couldn't help myself.  
Smiling, I reached down and started fumbling through some of my brown and  
yellow paints. This one, I thought, was gonna be good.  
Class ended, but I wasn't even halfway finished with my work. Sure,  
I would have a week to finish it, but I was really eager to work on it, especially  
if I could do this one by myself. I approached the instuctor and asked, "Can  
I take this home with me and work on it? I've really gotten into this one and I  
kinda don't want to leave it here over the weekend." This arose her suspicion.  
"May I ask why?"  
"Why what?"  
"Why you don't wish to leave it here."  
"Oh, um. . .heh." I didn't want to say anything, although I realized I'd  
have to turn in the painting in a week.  
"While I have no objection to you taking your work home with you, let  
me tell you, Mr. Clay, that this is not an anatomy class. While this is art, I will  
not be having any depicting of sexuality. Is that clear?"  
"Oh, yes ma'am. That's not at all what I had in mind. Although you may  
want to take that up with Steve. I think he was trying to draw some 'T'esticles."  
She rolled her eyes, not finding me funny in the least. Well, I tried.  
After that I left, ready to get home quickly.  
As I got home, I took out my painting. I got my materials ready and  
closed my eyes, straining to remember every detail I could muster. Maybe I  
should have looked more before trying to paint at home. Of course, I never  
let that stop me before. I grabbed my brush and went back to work, painting  
every stroke with loving detail. After many hours I realized how long I'd been  
at this, and finally hit the bed.  
  

  It was now Saturday morning. My alarm clock went off, signaling the begin  
of a new day and fresh new episodes of my favorite cartoons. Yeah, I'm a sucker  
for them, no matter how old I get. After the last of the shows I liked, I turned off  
the TV and thought about what I'd do for the rest of the day. I didn't have to wait  
long to get my answer.  
The doorbell rang. Naturally, I answered it, only to find Terry at the door.  
He brought his backpack, but I didn't think it had study materials in it. I invited him  
in, and sat down in a chair as he took a seat on my couch, placing his stuff beside him.  
"So whatcha got in there?" I asked him.  
"I heard you were into video games, so I brought a few of my own,  
including my favorite." He proceeded to pull out his system and set it on the  
floor. "Um, there isn't anything in here prone to falling over due to heavy  
vibrations, is there?"  
Puzzled by his question, I did a quick visual sweep of the room. "I  
don't think so. Why?"  
He pulled out some bundle of fabric and wires and unrolled it. It was  
a mat with arrows on it. Terry saw me tilt my head and explained, "it's a  
dance pad, it acts as the controller for the game." He proceeded to plug  
everything into place and turned on the game. "You have to step on the correct  
arrow as timed with the song. I'm surprised you've never seen this before, it's  
really quite popular, or so I thought." He then bent over and removed his shoes.  
For the first time ever, I noticed how huge his feet were. They didn't look odd  
attached to his foxy legs, but were indeed very large, with claws that came out  
another 2 inches. He obviously clipped his nails regularly, but it seemed they  
could not be cut any shorter without harming him. "The pad is pretty much immune  
to tearing, but it doesn't respond well to shoes. Here, I'll show you how it's done."  
I watched as he set the difficulty to medium and the music began to play.  
It was very upbeat and did in fact make me want to dance. However, I wasn't  
sure if I could handle the arrows, not that my actual dancing would look any better.  
As the song ended I decided to give it a go.  
Terry mercifully turned the difficulty all the way down to beginner and gave  
me a nice, easy slow song to work with. It wasn't too hard, although I tended to  
miss a bunch of steps and stumbled a bit, causing the fox on my couch to giggle.  
I went at this a few rounds, then decided I wanted to watch Terry do it again.  
"Now it's time for me to show off," he said, and increased the difficulty to a much  
harder level. I watched as his abnormally large feet moved very quickly, pressing  
buttons in very rapid succession. But then, just as I had earlier, he began to  
stumble and flat out fell over. I ran over to him.  
"Are you okay, Terry?" I asked as I turned him over to see his face.  
There was no expression of pain but instead on of pure shock.  
"I. . .I've never fallen over before. The songs not even that hard. Why  
did I. . .?" He put his hand on his chest about where his heart would be and a  
sense of realization came to him. "Oh, I forgot, I really can't do it with this on."  
He patted the armor. "Maybe we should try something else." And with that, he  
put the pad away.  
I retreated to my seat and pondered on that. Something was odd here.  
If he wore the armor to protect his spine, how did he manage jumping around like  
that? His previous comment also suggested that he didn't wear it at home, which  
made me wonder what was really under there. After all, if he liked the game so  
much, wouldn't it be more enjoyable for him to simply remove it and keep playing?  
In any case, I respected his privacy and decision. "Hey, how about a drink? All  
that jumping you were doing is making me thirsty." He agreed and we walked into  
the kitchen area. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out 2 bottles of water, not yet  
sure what Terry liked. I turned to him and noticed he had frozen, staring at  
something. I walked around to see what in the world he was looking at, then  
immediately realized what it was that caused him to stop.  
"You, you like it?" I asked. He didn't reply. He just walked forward,  
closer and closer to my painting. "It's supposed to be you, um, without the shirt  
and all. But seeing as how I've never seen you with it off, I just took a guess."  
He reached forward and touched the painting. I thought it was pretty good, but  
wasn't too sure about its accuracy. I had given him white fur all over his chest,  
accompanied by a fair amount of muscles. His arms were fairly delicate, covered  
completely by the beautiful golden brown hair on his face, but seemingly strong  
anway. The legs visible beneath his shorts were a bit darker colored, coming down  
to the feet which I knew now that were entirely too small. I had also given him a  
tail, one that was very fluffy, blowing in the breeze I had created for him, and coming  
to a white tip that matched his chest fur.  
"I love it," Terry finally said. "Is that how you really see me?" I nodded.  
He ran over and hugged me, putting his arms around my back and embracing me  
deeply. As I put my arms around him in return, I began to think to myself. Why  
did I decide to paint him like that? I had expected this sort of reaction, and in a way,  
seemed to be anticipating it. This cute, once shy little fox was now holding me in a  
way that really made me feel special. Holding me, so I couldn't breathe even. No,  
literally, his arms were squeezing the air right out of me.  
I started coughing, gasping for air. Terry instantly let go of me, realizing he  
had held on so tightly. "Wow, I surely didn't do your arms any justice in the picture.  
I thought for a moment you were going to snap me in half with those things. Now  
how did a little fox like you come to be so powerful?"  
"I. . .I'm not sure," he stammered. "Am I really that strong?"  
"Well if I ever need to rip a tree out, I'll be sure to call you." He blushed at  
this, then grabbed the bottle of water I had put out for him and took a sip.  
"Clay, I want to show you something." He paused, waiting for me to respond.  
"What is it?" He grabbed my hand and led me back to the couch, so I  
sat down. He stood there in front of me for a minute, but didn't move. Then he sat  
down next to me.  
"Um, maybe another time." He sat down next to me. I put my arm around  
him again and he scooted closer and closer, until he was practically right up on me.  
I didn't expect him to get so close, but he felt so warm, even through his armor. I  
continued to wonder what that was all about, still feeling that he hadn't been truthful  
about the spine break story. Still, his face was so soft as I ran my hand over his  
muzzle, causing him to lick my hand, causing a sharp, shooting pain.  
"Ow!" I yelped, pulling quickly away from him and shaking my hand.  
Terry gasped, and quickly grabbed his things and ran out the door. I lay on the  
couch, suddenly alone, speechless as I examined my hand. A number of hairs  
had been seared, and the skin beneath was red. What, what was that?! Did Terry. . .  
no, it wasn't possible. But still, how had my hand. . .?  
  

  I woke up on the couch. I looked over at the clock. 7:30 AM.  
"Seven-thirty, Sunday?" I asked myself out loud. Well, I certainly had a good  
night's sleep. But what had happened to Terry. He was here, right? I wasn't  
just dreaming? I checked my hand. No trace of injury whatsoever. I tested it  
out and could not sense any pain. Maybe I was dreaming. I stumbled into the  
kitchen and noticed a pair of open water bottles on the table, still mostly full. He  
had been here then. So then. . .I was totally confused. I shrugged it off and went  
on about my daily routine. But I couldn't stop myself from looking constantly at  
the painting I did of Terry. He was so cute, so beautiful. I found myself stroking  
the painting with my hand. I then pulled away and closed my eyes. What were these  
feelings I had? I didn't. . .love him, did I? Was that even possible? Certainly I took  
him for more than a friend, but was he really like that? I thought back to the day I met  
him, the sadness in his eyes, the longing for someone to hold. He said he felt at  
peace with me. Still, I couldn't say for sure whether he wanted me in that way or not.  
I couldn't ask him, I just couldn't, not unless I was sure. And at this point I wasn't  
even sure about myself. How could I possibly risk losing him? The thought of Terry  
running away from was causing my eyes to tear up again. At least, I thought, he has  
been quite open to me. I'm sure if he does want me, he will come around on his  
own, right? Right?  
  

  It was now 5:00 in the afternoon. I lay on the couch, strangely tired. If had  
really passed out yesterday so early and slept until morning, how could I possibly be  
tired? It didn't make any sense. But then I heard the doorbell again. Could it be  
that Terry had come back? I opened the door to find that my prayers had indeed  
been answered. There he stood, this time wearing a white shirt, as opposed to the  
light blue one he had on the day before.  
"I came to say that I'm sorry." Terry looked down at me and said nothing  
else. I leaned against the doorframe and looked into his eyes.  
"For what?"  
His eyes followed my outstretched arm to my hand. Then he cocked his  
head as he looked back at me, searching for any indication that I knew what he  
was implying. "For leaving you so suddenly," he finally said.  
"It's cool. To tell you the truth, I kinda lost track of what happened later  
on yesterday. Would you like to come in? I've still got your water from yesterday,  
although it wouldn't be cold anymore."  
He accepted and came inside. I sat back down on the couch and motioned  
for him to join me. He did, laying himself down so that his head fell into my lap. I  
started to stroke him behind the ears, knowing from before that he really liked that.  
His tiny little head felt so good under my hand. He sat up and again moved closer,  
this time cuddling up to me. I continuted to stroke him, this time moving all the way  
down to his neck. I think I was enjoying this as much as he was. This was much  
more exciting that the painting. He responded to this by nuzzling my shoulder. "Oh,  
Terry. I've been thinking about you all day. I. . .I. . .I think I love you." Terry looked  
up, his vulpine eyes so full of the same feelings I had just admitted to him. He  
returned his head to my shoulder and I embraced him fully, knowing that this  
time I didn't want him to leave. I felt his tounge on my upper arm, followed by  
that same burning sensation I had before. I winced and clenched my teeth. Again?  
How was this happening? I looked down to see steam rising from the mark where  
Terry's tounge had been. The pain overtook me and I lost my hold on Terry as I  
grabbed my arm. He looked at me, his eyes now full of fear as he slowly backed  
away. "No, wait! Don't leave!" He stopped. I held my arm for another minute as  
the pain somewhat subsided. "What's going on?"  
Terry just covered his face with his hands. "Really, it's okay. I'm fine. But,  
please, at least tell me what's going on?" I got no answer from him, but was struck  
by an idea. I got up and grabbed on of his hands. "How about we walk down to the  
lake. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Finally he nodded, sobbing, unable to  
speak. I walked him outside and closed the door behind us.  
We were both quiet as we made our way down a path that I knew so  
well. I came to the lake often, as it was a good source of inspiriation for me as  
an artist. We finally reached the lake itself, and I saw Terry brighten a bit.  
"I'm so sorry I burned you, Clay," he finally said. "When I'm around you,  
I just totally lose track of myself. I forget that I'm--" he stopped and picked up a  
branch that had fallen near to where we had been standing.  
"So it was you. Why didn't you say anything earlier? And, what exactly  
is going on? I don't understand."  
"Here, watch," Terry whispered as he held the stick up. He drew his breath  
and blew on the branch. After a few moments, the end of it burst into flame. I felt  
my jaw drop in utter amazement. He let the wood burn a bit before chucking it into  
the lake, where the fire instantly died.  
"How are you doing this?" I managed to ask, my eyes still watching the branch  
floating in the water? I had heard of dragons and higher reptilian creatures having a  
firebreath, but it was a rare ability among them, and certainly never seen on a furry  
creature such as a fox!  
That sweet vulpine face. . .it needed no explanation. We locked eyes again,  
and suddenly, it didn't matter anymore. I walked over to him and hugged him once  
more, feeling for him more than ever. "It doesn't frighten you?" he asked from inside  
my arms. I held him even tighter, although not sure if he could feel it within the armor.  
He seemed to understand, this time putting his hand on my head and stroking me.  
"Shouldn't we get back before it gets too dark?"  
"Sure," I replied, "but between my superior wolf nightvision and your ability to  
turn any random stick into a candle, I don't think we'll have much problem." He  
laughed, looking even cuter than before. I found that I couldn't help myself so I kissed  
him on the nose, knowing now that mouth to mouth might prove quite painful.  
We made our way back just fine, but it was getting late. I wanted badly  
to invite Terry to stay the night, maybe even to sleep with me, but I knew that we  
would have to be at school the next day. "I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?"  
"Of course, just don't forget to bring that wonderful painting of yours with you."  
That's right, I did bring my painting home. Good thing he mentioned it, I  
almost forgot. I waved and watched him leave. Finally, I grabbed the painting of  
my wonderful fox friend and, fighting off an urge to kiss it too, put it near the door  
so I wouldn't forget it in the morning. I reset my alarm, and finally hit the bed for  
some much needed rest.  
  

  Monday. Again. When will this vicious cycle ever end? This time, with  
the added bonus of rain. I sighed. I didn't like getting wet and definitely not going  
to let the moisture ruin my painting. However, I found right before I left that I  
couldn't very well keep the trash bag closed tight around my painting and hold an  
umbrella at the same time. Faced with a hopeless situation, I abandoned the  
umbrella in favor of preserving my art to its fullest.  
Class after mind numbing lecture class, I trudged along. Finally, reaching  
the beloved art class. I kept my picture hidden, having finished over the weekend,  
figuring I'd just dabble away at something else for the rest of the week. This time,  
Terry had beaten me to class. After setting my stuff down, I went over to him and  
greeted him with another kiss, this time on top of his furry little head. I heard a gasp  
and looked over to see a group of classmates staring at me. I saw Steve elbow a  
male panther in the ribs and shoot him a dirty look. After that he approached me,  
gently grabbed me by the shoulder, and led me out the door.  
"So what was that, exactly?" Steve asked me, his voice displaying a tone of  
curiosity.  
"Oh, I, well. . .you see. . ." What was I afraid of? Steve had been my buddy  
for the longest time. Surely he'd understand. "I love him."  
"Ah, I see. Hey that's cool man. I don't mind, but you may want to be  
careful about what you do in front of some of the other guys. They may not be so  
nice about it."  
"You don't think it's odd?"  
Steve slapped me on the back. "I can't say I would have suspected you  
of that before last week or so, but if you have your thing, go for it. I respect that.  
Just don't go hugging me or nothin'. I think the lioness has been checking me out."  
I grinned. "Hug you? Never. And no way dude, she's got her eye on that  
panther. I know it."  
We walked back in, Steve playfully shoving me back into my seat. Terry  
looked at me and I winked at him. I think he already knew, as I should have. Just  
then, the instructor entered the room.  
"Afternoon, class. Sorry I was late, I got caught up in. . .ah, forget it. They  
had doughnuts in the lounge and I couldn't help myself." This brought a collective  
snicker from the class. "All right, get to work people." I sat there, knowing that my  
picture was already finished, and proceeded to wave my clean brush at a blank page.  
Right then I realized that our instructor was right behind me.  
"Well now, Mr. Clay, what happened to that picture you were so eager to  
work on over the weekend?"  
"I finished it, it's sitting over there," I said, and pointed towards my masterpiece,  
still currently inside the trash bag.  
"Then why don't we take a peek?" She walked over and uncovered the  
portrait of who was now my new lover. "And where does the "T" fall into this one?  
While you've drawn quite a dashing young fox, I fail to see--"  
"It's Terry," I whispered in her ear, interrupting her before she could attract  
everyone's attention as she did with my red tulips. She glanced over at him and he  
turned around to blush at her, the face obviously giving away my inspiriation for  
the project.  
"Oh my! Well I guess I can't argue with that. As much as you stretch my  
artistic boundaries, I must say this is very well done. Excellent job."  
Now it was my turn to blush. Never had I received such praise from her  
before. I guess, when you paint from the heart it just comes out better.  
  

  I headed out the door at the end of class, not in any real hurry, just bored  
of having nothing really to do for the past hour. "Wait!" I heard Terry calling me  
from behind. I stopped and turned to him. He seemed quite eager. "I don't  
suppose I could come over again soon, say, tonight?"  
"Hmm, sure, I don't see why not. Any reason in paticular?" Terry nodded  
vigorously and quickly dashed off for his last class. I'm sure whatever he had in mind  
would cause him to not learn a thing in there, but what can I say?  
  
I got home and sat down, anxious for my lover's arrival. I had about an hour  
and half before he showed up, entirely too long for my mind to roam free, exploring  
each and every forbidden fantasy that Terry could possibly have in mind. Finally, he  
was here. I almost jumped in esctasy as I heard the doorbell. I quickly let him in,  
trying to stay cool but failing miserably.  
"Are you ready?" he asked and motioned for me to sit on the couch.  
"Anytime you are." Now my heart was truly pounding.  
I sat down, but Terry stood in the center of the room. He let his hands  
drop to his side and took a slow, deep breath. He exhaled slowly, thankfully not  
burning anything nearby. He then removed his shirt, revealing the ever present but  
hidden layer of armor. Another deep breath, then he slowly grabbed the armor  
and began to pull it off.  
I watched him, paralyzed completely. I then noticed something slip out  
from the back of his armor. It was his tail. Still unable to move, I looked on as  
though in a trance. I couldn't believe it. He really did have a tail. But it was not  
the tail of a fox. It was devoid of fur, the skin a light pink in color, extending out  
a good 4 feet behind him. It was much larger in diameter at the base, getting  
smaller proportionally as it got further down. It seemed that it would belong to a  
reptile, only it didn't have any scales. Almost like. . . "A dragon. It reminds me  
of a dragon. Oh wow, I feel so lucky. I've always loved looking at pictures of  
dragons. I never dreamed in a million years that I would ever see anything like  
this up close before! Terry, you're so amazing."  
At this he looked at me, astonished. But that quickly faded into a joy  
beyond all compare. He rushed to me and held me, as if I could not have said  
anything more right to him. I felt his strong arms around me, starting to crush me  
once again. I didn't care, this was better than anything I had imagined. Nothing  
would have prepared me for this. But it wasn't over. Terry returned to the center  
of the room and energetically removed the armor completely. I was pleased to  
find that I had correctly depicted his chest, his fur a nice white blending gently with  
the surrounding golden brown color I'd fallen in love with. He brushed his stomach  
off and unfolded his wings.  
His. . .his wings? What the. . .? They were very large, making him appear  
almost 3 times as big when they were outstretched. I marveled at their majestic form.  
They were also covered in his golden brown fur, causing them to shine, even in the  
dull lighting that I had. The shape was not at all intimidating, as I had seen pegasai  
who could smile at you and scare you away, but instead quite inviting. I wanted to  
touch them, to feel the texture of every inch, but I was glued to the couch, my knees  
too weak to lift me and my arms heavy as lead. Terry smiled and began to move them  
back and forth, completely mesmerizing me. I knew he was having fun with me now,  
having established that I absolutely loved him more than ever before. I could have  
sat there for hours, just watching him. Finally he moved closer to me.  
"So what do you think of me now?" Terry inquired, anxious to hear my  
thoughts in a verbal form.  
"You're gorgeous!" I exclaimed, surprised that I could speak. Terry kneeled  
down in front of me and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his wing so I could touch  
them. They felt heavenly, as if the gods have created a new form of velvet just for us.  
I had so many questions racing through my head but could do nothing more than  
stroke his wonderous and enchanting wings.  
"Why, why have you hid them? I can't see how anyone would ever want  
to keep such treasures hidden away like that?"  
Terry closed his eyes. "Because people would never accept me as a  
half-dragon."  
"Half-dragon?" I could see it now, but I couldn't understand how that  
would ever happen. He sat down next to me, eyes still closed.  
"Yes. You see, my mother was a very beautiful fox, but just as curious as I was.  
One day she found herself nosing into a cave, just looking around with no real  
intention. But that cave was already inhabited by a dragon, and a very rich one  
at that. He assumed that she was there to take something, and took her prisoner.  
She was held captive for 3 days, pleading for her release the entire time. The  
dragon didn't have the heart to torture her like he did every other prisoner he had,  
and at the end of the 3rd day, he broke down and gave her back her freedom. She  
was so happy that he had let her go without harm, she thanked him dearly. The dragon  
was pleased, but made one final request. He asked her if she would willingly stay one  
more night, not as a prisoner, but as. . ."  
Terry broke down and began crying, tears flowing freely now. I held him  
without a word for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally regained himself  
and continued.  
"There had been stories of dragons having sex with other creatures, willing  
or not, but never had one of such unions led to conception. But I. . .I am the  
exception, the abnormality, that resulted. I was my mother's only child, and not  
long after my birth we caught word that the dragon had been slayed and his treasure  
looted. I could tell she loved that dragon and loved every part of me that reminded  
her of him, but I learned to hate him for making me the way I was. My mother, she  
tried to teach me to be proud of who I was, to embrace myself and never let others  
hurt me. But it was impossible. All I ever got from outsiders was ridicule and fear.  
It was okay for a fox to be half-wolf, half-dog, or half-horse even. But for me to  
be half-dragon was never accepted. I disguised myself, hiding my tail and wings,  
hoping to be accepted for the vulpine creature which is so commonly seen around  
here. But then, then my mother passed away. I felt alone. There was no one left  
who understood me. Nothing left for me to hold on to. If I lost the fox in me, what  
was there left? I couldn't go on. I just couldn't. I had lost all hope, until. . .until  
you held me that day. You accepted me, having just learned my name moments  
before. You restored the part of me I lost, and in time brought me here, lovingly,  
never pushing me away. I am so thankful."  
Okay, now we were both crying. I was seriously gonna have to wash  
this couch off. But that would have to wait. As our tears flowed, I found myself  
leaning on Terry, his large wingspan quite comforting. We sat that way for hours,  
never caring what the time was. Finally, after we both had stopped crying, I had  
one final question for him:  
"Can you fly?"  
"I thought you'd never ask," he replied, and let me outside by the hand.  
As soon as we stepped beyond the walls, he grabbed me firmly around the waist  
and flapped his graceful wings, lifting us both high into the air.  
I figured he could get himself off the ground, but this! This was incredible!  
I never imagined he would have the ability to carry me high into the midnight sky!  
I understood now why his arms were so strong and was very thankful. I had always  
dreamed of flying, but this easily surpassed any dream I had ever had! He carried  
me around a bit, swooping down over the lake so I could get a good reflection of  
us- his golden dragon wings on his tiny little fox body with a silver wolf wrapped  
tightly in his powerful arms, the full moon making the perfect background. I had  
never felt so wonderful in all my life! But finally, it came to an end as we returned  
back to my home.  
"You know I won't be able to sleep now," I told him with a smile more  
genuine than the lake itself.  
"Me neither. But I'll see you tomorrow at school if you somehow  
manage it."  
"Right." I sighed. Maybe the adrenaline could just carry over for the  
next 16 hours or so. I felt like that was a definite possibility.  
  

  I don't know how I got there, or have any real sense of anything from then  
to the events of last night. I just know that in some form or another, I was back in  
art class. I shook my head, trying to make sense of anything other that the half-fox,  
half-dragon I now knew so well sitting next to me. He was back in his armor again,  
which almost saddened me. I wanted again to see those glorious wings, radiating  
beauty and bringing joy to me with every little movement. If only there was some  
way to make him feel good about it, to let himself free. Suddenly, I was struck by  
inspiriation. I didn't pick up my paint brush, for this was something no canvas could  
  
accomplish.  
As soon as I got out of class, I hurried outside and began searching and  
scanning the crowds of people for someone who could help me. Finally, I spotted  
him, a gryphon morph that I knew from last year. I rushed over to catch him.  
"Hey, um, nice shirt," I said, knowing that it came out wrong.  
"Thanks?" He looked at me somewhat suspiciously.  
"Listen, I have a friend, a friend with wings, and I was wondering where  
you get shirts like that."  
"Ah!" he exclaimed, his suspicion dissapated. He then told me where the  
store was and what it looked like.  
"Thank you so much!" I waved as he flew off. I was glad to have caught  
him, there aren't very many winged creatures around these areas. They generally  
lived in more mountainous terrain where they were more free to fly around without  
hitting anything.  
  

  The next day I approached Terry before class asked if he would meet  
me after he was done for the day. I told him I could wait for him. He agreed  
and went back to our projects. Well, except for me, I had long since finished it,  
and just didn't have anything else in mind to create.  
  
I waited by my car, knowing Terry would meet me here shortly. I smiled  
as I saw him approach.  
"So where are we going? Back to your house?" he asked.  
"Nope, today we go shopping!" I looked over with a big grin.  
Terry looked at me like I was crazy, but decided to trust me anyway. He  
sat back and enjoyed the breeze coming in through the window as I drove towards  
our destination.  
I looked down at the instructions I'd written, then back at the store. Yup,  
this was the place all right, a place called "Hanging in the Breeze". An odd name  
perhaps, but one that made enough sense if you thought about it.  
I grabbed Terry's hand and we walked into the store. It was nice inside,  
although seemingly a bit large, although understandable if you considered the general  
customer would have wings and feel more at home with the high ceiling and open space.  
We were greeted at the door by and beautiful pegasus.  
"Hi," she said with a warm smile, "and welcome! Can I help you?"  
I looked over at Terry, who had nervously put his hand in his mouth and  
started nibbling on it. "Come on, Terry," I prodded, "I know you want to. Won't  
you give it a shot, for me?"  
He stood there for a while, the pegasus clerk waiting very patiently, albiet  
confused. Finally he shifted his gaze up at me, a new purpose instilled in his eyes  
and in his heart. "Okay, but only because I trust you, Clay." He then removed his  
shirt and armor, revealing his slender body, along with his dragon wings and tail.  
The clerk took a few steps back. "We're looking for some stuff that would  
fit him, you know, without the armor," I explained to her. She somewhat composed  
herself and began to slowly circle Terry, checking out his anatomy in order to get an  
idea of what he might need. Her business instinct now on autopilot, she led us to the  
appropriate section.  
Terry and I spent hours in that store, picking out stuff for him to try on. I  
loved it every time he stepped out of that dressing room with some new garment of  
clothing on. We finally decided on a good dozen or more shirts and a few pairs of  
shorts for the upcoming summer.  
As we left, I could see that Terry was so happy, now wearing one of his newly  
purchased shirts. We realized when we got out to my car that he had left his armor back  
in the dressing room. He laughed. "I won't be needing it any more. Thank you, Clay."  
He then hugged me, preventing me from starting the car until he let go. "Can I stay the  
night with you?" He asked.  
I hadn't expected that, but I couldn't say no. "Sure, I think I'd love that!"  
We drove back to my place and he took his bags of clothing in with him, not wanting  
to leave them in the car.  
After we got settled in, I opened the door to my room, where my bed was located.  
I motioned for Terry to follow me, but he just shook his head. "You, you don't want  
to sleep with me?" I asked him, feeling as though maybe I had gone too far and  
regretting the gesture.  
"I do, but. . ." he paused, and I waited for him to finish. "But not tonight. It's just  
been too much. You understand, right?"  
I nodded. Of course, he has to prepare himself to go out tomorrow, no longer a  
fox with a spinal injury, but as a majestic being, half-fox, half-dragon. "I'll see you  
in the morning then." He gave me one last hug and plopped himself on the recently  
washed couch.  
  

  The next morning, I woke up to find Terry already rummaging through his  
new pile of clothes. He didn't see me peeking through the barely cracked door, so  
I continued to watch him. He had already put on some jeans, so I wasn't getting any  
naughty sights. He finally picked out a shirt that was a bright, but not overbearing  
red color. For once you could see his white chest fur a bit through the fabric, a  
common style of dress among modern foxes. I shut the slightly ajar door and reopened  
it, giving the image that I had just gotten to it. "Wow, you look so beautiful. I've never  
seen you in the morning light like this. How are you feeling?"  
"A bit scared, I must admit, but I'm ready." He closed his eyes and held  
his fist up in front of his heart. The pose really took me in and I went over and  
stroked him behind the ears to comfort him. He then licked me on the muzzle. His  
tounge felt so smooth and soothing, sending waves of pleasure and warmth through  
me with each pass. I pulled away slowly, something in the back of my mind was telling  
me something was different, but I couldn't remember what. "How about you?"  
Terry inquired, looking deep into my eyes. "How do you feel?"  
"I feel great. I feel. . .like you didn't burn me this time. Why is that? Not  
that I'm complaining or anything.  
Terry smiled. "I don't know. You're the first one that's ever had the  
courage to get close to me again, the first one that I've ever loved." His words  
touched my soul.  
"Promise me you'll kiss me later?"  
"Of couse I will, Clay!" And with that we jumped back in my car and  
headed off for another day of mindless work and torture.  
  

  As we stepped out of the car, I felt everyone's eyes instantly drawn to  
Terry's dragonic form. The young fox boy they once never saw was now the only  
thing they could see. I watched Terry walk off by himself, crowds reacting with  
total awe as he passed. It was so great to finally see him come out, to be so proud  
of himself, so beautiful. . .I almost followed him, but remembered I had my own  
classes to attend to.  
  
The day took absolutely forever. Seconds now took years to pass by, as  
I could think of nothing else but seeing Terry again, and seeing how he had taken  
to the general reaction to his new identity. The time came at last.  
I got the art room, noticing instantly that Terry hadn't arrived yet. I started  
to wonder if something terrible had happened to him, but looked at the clock and  
realized I had gotten here so quickly and that Terry didn't usually show up for another  
minute or so. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling until Terry thankfully made his way into  
the room. There was an instant collective silence from the students that had already  
shown up, joined quickly by those walking through the door. The silence broke as Steve  
yelled, "Oh, how cool!"  
Terry blushed as I'm sure he had many times already today and came bounding  
over to me. Unable to speak, he grabbed my arms and started to lean close to me.  
Touched his nose, stopping his forward movement. With a huge grin I said, "not here,  
we're being watched."  
At this Terry brought his wings forward and wrapped them around the two of us.  
We then locked muzzles, sharing a kiss that could have lasted for hours if we had been  
alone. Terry's wings had hidden us from view, but in no way could mask the  
passionate act we were performing beneath the veil. A snicker came from the  
people around us, and we released each other and retreated to our seats. We then  
heard a familiar voice coming from outside.  
"All right people, let's go ahead and get to work," our instructor walked  
through the door and continued, "I've got another appointment today, this time  
earlier so I'm afraid we'll have to cut short our--" She stopped suddenly as she  
caught sight of Terry. "Wow, Terry! Are those. . .are those real?"  
"Yes ma'am," came his reply, as he moved them softly back and forth as  
he had done for me the first time he had showed me.  
"Amazing. I've never seen anything like that." She then somehow sat  
down at her desk and started to work on some papers.  
Terry looked over at me, smiling once more with that intoxicating smile.  
He didn't have to say anything.  
  

  As soon as the instructor let us go, I met up with Terry outside. Since she  
had let us out halfway through, there was thankfully nobody else around.  
"Thank you so much, Clay! I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay you  
for what you've done for me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."  
"Hey, don't get all teary on me yet. I still have something for you." He  
looked up and I pulled something metal out of my pocket and tossed it to him. He  
caught it and stared at it. It was a key, attached to a tiny metal chain. He didn't  
need me to tell him what it was for. "I want you to stay with me, Terry. Forever."  
He stood there, motionless, as if he hadn't even heard me. I started to  
wonder if it was possible for him to pass out with his eyes open and not fall over.  
But he then broke the spell and ran towards me, squeezing me harder than he ever  
had before.  
"Ow, ow, ow," I thought to myself, "I hope he doesn't kill me in his  
excitement." I smiled to myself inwardly, unable to control the muscles on my face.  
I could see my car in the background, slowly started to swirl, and finally fade to black.  
  

  I woke up on my bed, Terry watching over me closely. As I opened my  
eyes I saw a wave of relief wash over him. "I'm so sorry!" he apologized to me  
quickly, "You should have told me you couldn't breathe!"  
"If I could have told you that I wouldn't have had a problem." I looked  
out the window. "How did I get here anyway?"  
"I flew you over here. Um, your car's still at school though. We can go  
back for it later if you want."  
I rubbed my head and sat up. "Ah, I feel much better now. Yeah, how  
about we just fly back to school tomorrow and then I can drive it home? Sound  
like a plan?" I watched him for a minute. He seemed restless, like he wanted  
something. "What?" I asked, and instantly understood. I knew right then that I  
would do anything for him. I had started getting out of bed, but now I saw there  
was no point. "Terry, I. . .um. . .I would like you. . .I want you in me."  
I motioned for him to join me on the bed and he accepted, eager to hold me  
and then do so much more. We both stripped down carefully, not wanting to ruin  
any clothing, until finally we were both naked, him laying on top of me his wings  
blocking my view of anything else.  
"You sure you can handle me?" As soon as he posed the question, he  
kissed me deeply, giving me no chance to respond. After a few minutes he  
released his hold on my mouth  
"Oh come on, a little fox like you? Surely I'll have no problem--"  
I stopped suddenly as he then lit my entire world on fire. It was a fire  
like none other, a fire that would always burn brightly in my heart.  
  

  I woke up. The sun now glaring fiercly into my eyes. Terry was now next  
to me, still not wearing anything. But then again, neither was I. Slowly, I got up  
and headed for the shower, knowing that I needed one and praying that it was now  
the weekend, for neither Terry nor I were going to be doing much of anything today.  
I had enjoyed our first night as mates, both in living and intimacy.  
"Morning," came the sweet voice behind me. He sounded as tired as I was.  
Not having yet reached the bathroom, I turned around and nearly fell over. I felt  
drunk off the intense love we had made last night. "How are you feeling?"  
"Ooh, incredible. That was really something last night." I staggered back  
over and tried to kiss him but missed completely and ended up falling onto a pillow.  
We both began to laugh.  
"Jeez, that's some piece of equipment you got there. Your dragon  
father left did not leave you short on any of his wonderous genes." He laughed  
at the intended pun and I continued. "I felt like you were going to rip right through  
my stomach and come out my mouth. You could easily make a horse jealous  
with that thing."  
"Stop that," he managed to say through his extreme giggles, "you're  
embarrasing me."  
"That's certainly nothing to be embarrased about. Me, well, I'm sure  
you saw. There's no comparison. I should be the one embarrased."  
"I think it'll be perfect." As he said that he ran his hand down my chest.  
"Now go take your shower. I need one too and I doubt we'll both fit with my  
wings and all."  
  

  Later that evening, which somehow miraculously was Saturday, Terry  
approached me again. "Have you recovered from last night?"  
I flipped off the news I'd been watching for no appearent reason, and  
looked at him. "Yes, I do believe so."  
"Then I think we should try something new tonight. Are you ready?"  
I could feel myself already getting excited. "Why whatever did you have  
in mind, my love?"  
He simply smiled his beautiful smile and led me back into my own room.  
At that point, I knew it didn't really matter. I'd do anything for him.  
  
Author's notes & other legal stuff:  
  
Well, yeah, that's it. The end, people. And now my fingers are ready to fall off.  
The entire 18 pages (at least by Microsoft Word) are now complete, within 48  
hours. And yes, I did manage to get a full night's sleep in there somewhere, don't  
ask me how.  
  
I hope you enjoyed my story. It's the first story I've ever written, and I wasn't sure  
how to cap it all off, but I finally came to a decision on it. But seeing as how I didn't  
kill anyone off or have some major event, there's still room for further adventures. I  
don't have any current plans to continue this story, but I maybe could be persuaded  
otherwise.  
  

  Okay, as far as the legal junk goes, my basic rules is that you don't claim this work  
as your own in order to lure your boyfriend out of the closet. If you'd like to use  
some of my characters in your own story, just ask and I'll most likely give you  
permission. And if by some chance you're inspired enough to attempt to illustrate  
them, then please, by all means! I'd love to see them come to life, but unfortunately  
can't draw my way out of a paper bag. Just let me know so I can see!  
  
Any questions, comments, aforementioned inquiries of character usage, ect, should  
be e-mailed to me at the following address:  
  
[[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  
  
And finally, thank you.  
  
New as of April 29th- One of my fans, Dark\_Moomba, has actually painted a picture of Terry. Assuming it stays up, here's the link:  
  
[http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/darkmoomba16/Not%20My%20Stuff/TerryFinal.jpg](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/darkmoomba16/Not%20My%20Stuff/TerryFinal.jpg)  
  
And, as an added bonus, I'd like to take this opportunity to let you guys know that this story will, in fact, have a sequel. Keep your eyes peeled!

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/0mvbaJym