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Thursday.

It's funny how- no matter how many video games you play or movies you watch- whenever you hear about how quickly life can change overnight, you just simply shrug it off as a fictional cliché. But there I was, seemingly trapped in my school, when on any normal Thursday I would've been absolutely fine.

I was silent this morning... so was Oscar. I couldn't speak for him, but I was rather well rested. The two of us made sure to wake up on cue before Stephanie checked up on us and caught us in a compromising position. With a cup of coffee as my breakfast, I quickly packed up my video game accessories from the living room floor and waited in the kitchen for both Enhydes to be ready.

Today you'll learn that in order to spread your wings and learn how to fly, you just have to throw yourself off the tree branch.

All I wanted to do was talk to Oscar, but both of us were just so uncomfortably silent during the ride to the school that I never tried to approach him before classes. Thursdays were always half-days that only incorporated three hour-long blocks; this particular Thursday happened to also be the last day of the week due to the succeeding Friday being a holiday.

For those reasons, all my classmates were rowdy and overly energetic. My teachers were all of the patient type, but I wasn't. Thanks to my commendable wing-span, I was seated at the back of every classroom, left to steep in my thoughts. Usually, I find this to be a blessing, but on this particular occasion it was proving to be more of a torment.

Never did I think I would be stifling erections in Ms. Gris' math class; the ideas rolling around in my brain were making my body betray me. Thankfully this particular classroom had me in the back corner where minimal eyes could spot my shuffling and repositioning in my seat.

The images I pictured were beyond explicit; all I wanted was to be all over my furry friend, giving him the ride of both our lives. I couldn't even pay attention to any of the lessons. Instead, I would occasionally glance at Oscar who seemed to be paying attention just fine.

And the time could not go any slower.

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When the bell finally rang at eleven thirty, I didn't jump up and rush out like everyone else did; I stayed behind in my seat, just watching everyone leave. At first I remained somewhat glum, but as my gaze turned to the other side of the room, I warmed up a little when I saw that I was not the only one staying behind.

It only took thirty seconds for Oscar and I to be the only ones remaining in the classroom besides Ms. Gris, who sat at her desk in the front corner of the room. The two of us stood up simultaneously, and met halfway along the back wall.

"Oscar, I can't-" I suddenly started, maybe a little too loudly. Oscar instantly shushed me.

"Dude, teacher," he whispered. "Be cool."

"Right," I breathed. "Listen, Oscar... Okay, I don't think there's any other way to say it than just admitting that... I can't stop thinking about you, or what happened last night."

Oscar grinned, "I could tell. You're terrible at hiding it."

I blinked, "But... I... what-"

"It's fine," he said. "I... I couldn't stop, either. It's just I'm a lot cooler about it than you."

"You couldn't?" I asked. "That's... great! I guess we..."

Oscar looked at me expectantly, "What're you thinking?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but the words escaped me. I couldn't figure out what I should tell him for an answer, so I just ended up sighing and saying, "What do you think?"

I expected Oscar to look away or something, but he instead grinned a little impishly. However, whatever he was about to say was interrupted by the words of our teacher.

"Guys," she said. "Are you leaving, or what? The school's probably cleared out to the entrance hall! Get a move on."

My gaze met the otter's again when she looked back at her computer; Oscar grinned once more, his thoughts no doubt racing.

"Get your crap," he said.

I obeyed, and then asked him, "Where to?"

Once in possession of his knapsack, he ran up to me and barely murmured, "Cafeteria. Come on!"

With a curious look on my face, I followed him out of the classroom. He paraded down to the close end of the hall to a door that led to a staircase. Only a handful of students remained in this area of the hall, but when we got to the steps the corridors suddenly grew quiet. Oscar impatiently ran down the flight, leaving me to quicken up behind him.

"What're we doing?" I asked.

Oscar paused midway down the stairs, and turned to look up at me. "You walk home just like I do on Thursdays, right?"

"Fly. But yeah."

"Good, then we have time to ourselves," he declared. "And I intend on making the most of it." He resumed his descent, with me right on his heels.

"Wow," I said. "You really are just as lusty as I-" I ceased my speech when the two of us rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and reached the doorway to the empty cafeteria. There were remnants of a mess in the naturally-lit hall, but overall it was spotless. No trace of life seemed to be present, and all doors but the ones were stood in were closed.

"Yes I am," he winked, dropping his backpack against the open doorframe. I followed suit, and when my handbag was on top of his bag he grabbed my arm. "It's more private over there."

Oscar pulled me around the cafeteria, his legs almost prancing as he walked. He directed me to one of the two single-person washrooms, one of the only student-accessible rooms that could be locked from the inside. I grinned mischievously when he opened the door and dragged me in behind him.

I reached for the light and swiftly flicked it on. Once the small room was illuminated by the dull fluorescent lighting, Oscar and I gazed at each other anxiously.

For too long a moment, there was an awkward silence. The two of us didn't know how to approach the growing situation, despite how sure we were that we wanted it.

"Okay," I said.

"Yes," he responded.

I thought for a moment, "Okay, first thing's first. Strip down."

"Me?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "What about you? I want to see you naked."

"You've seen me naked enough," I told him.

He crossed his arms, "Not nearly enough. How about we both do it... same time."

I smiled, "Alright, deal."

Without any further awkward hesitation, both of us proceeded to remove our shirts. I had to unbutton the flaps keeping the fabric around my wings, while Oscar simply pulled it inside out and over his head; he hurriedly threw it to the ground and advanced to his jeans. Before my own top had hit the tile, the otter already had his jeans and underwear to his knees, exposing his semi-erect cock to the cool air of the bathroom.

When I moved down to begin unbuckling my pants, Oscar shuffled around behind me, leaving his garments in the corner of the room. As my hands worked my front fly, he undid the button that kept my jeans over my tail, and the two of us pulled the denim to the floor together; the feeling of the breezy air on my growing member excited me. Oscar placed his paws on my back as I stepped out of my pants and then slid them out of the way.

I turned, fully displaying myself to Oscar for the first time. He took the opportunity to trace a single finger over my bare hide; his eyes studied me thoroughly and unwaveringly in a way that displayed both innocent curiosity and lusty adventure.

I made a sigh, "Stop teasing..."

"I can't help it," he murmured. "You're just so excitingly different... It's just cool is all."

I grinned slightly, but I didn't like being exalted. It seemed like Oscar was marveling at me more than I was of him; I suppose my form may be more admirable, but I wanted to be the one showering the praise.

"Oscar, listen," I breathed. "We're stepping into uncharted territory, but I think-"

"Then let's take a step back," Oscar interrupted. I made an inquisitive look, and he continued, "We aren't on the same page right now. Why don't you just let me treat you right now? I want to pay you back."

I took a gentle breath when Oscar's furry paw made its way down my abdomen and to my black member; he wrapped his fingers around it almost cautiously. The fleeting feeling was nice, but Oscar's sudden need to be generous didn't mix well with my plan.

He spoke again, "Ready?"

Suddenly, a compromise became all too clear to me. "Wait." My otter friend raised an eyebrow as I leaned a little closer to him. "We should go together. Same time."

He grinned, "Really? That'd be... you have an idea?"

"Let's just keep it simple," I said. "Why don't you... you lay on the bottom and I'll go along with you."

Oscar turned around and slid himself over to the centre of the bathroom. He laid his back flat onto the cold tiles, making him shiver somewhat. Anxious to get started, I shuffled over to the side of his shoulders and then proceeded to raise one leg over his form, putting myself on top of him while looking forward to his feet, legs and erect length. I sat myself onto his chest, which coaxed a grunt from him. I chuckled; leaning my body forward, I reached my right hand for his dick while planting my left on the floor beside his hips. I slid my knees backwards until I could feel the otter's breath on my shaft; I turned my head back and confirmed that it was above his head.

It was clear that Oscar was much more eager to please me than I was of him; before I had even rose my head to bring my gaze up to his stiff mammalian cock, he had already engulfed my own in his hungry maw.

I had to close my eyes when I felt the warmth and moisture of Oscar's mouth crawl agonizingly slowly across my shaft. His tongue dragged softly along the top, coaxing a drag of teasing pleasure that made me jerk my body slightly. The otter placed his hands on both sides of my rear; he tried in vain to pull me down as he raised his head, but my knees had me locked in place. Instead, he pulled his head and upper body a couple inches off the ground to devour my member as much as he could before lowering himself again.

I couldn't help but sigh gingerly when he- seemingly expertly- increased the pressure in his maw and made it feel as though he wanted to suck my rigid organ right off of my body. The heaviness of this act alone created such a wonderfully alien feeling that I felt my left hand begin to claw at the tiled floor below us all on its own. Through all this, I suddenly heard Oscar huff around my length with an uneasy- but sharp- breath. I realized then that I had unknowingly been gripping the base of his dick with a substantial enough amount of gusto to have him buck lightly before my head. I took this sudden awareness as a wake-up call, and I proceeded to start returning the favor to my furry friend.

At first I was very slow; I knew then how teasingly fulfilling it was to be handled with such delicacy that I just had to do the same to him. As he had just done, I used my tongue as a rough surface to the upper parts of his member, draping all over it like a wet, amorphous cushion. Because I was on top of him, I could feel his body squirm; nothing excited me more than knowing that the licking and moistening that I was doing was creating so many incredible sensations for my Oscar.

Now driven by bliss, Oscar's deed was getting a little quicker. The mammal was now bobbing a couple inches each time, his tongue exploring me and touching nerves that I didn't know I had. Every so often he would open his taut lips and exude a rough, hot pant around my cock that stimulated my entire crotch. The rate at which the pleasure was increasing in my loins was almost far-fetched; I never thought the experience would be so phenomenal, no matter how many times I imagined it.

It was unreal how cyclic the two of us became once we were both entranced by our simultaneous shows of erotic affection. With every spasm and twinge of stupefying delight that coursed through my form, my body rocked and I couldn't help but squeeze at Oscar's cock with more ferocity; that in itself no doubt sent similar surges through his body, making him intensify his sucking as well, perpetuating a circle of escalating pleasure.

As the burning in my crotch kept increasing, I took the opportunity to remove the mammalian member in my mouth and toy with it. Determined to deliver as much bewildering bliss as I could, I lustily and hungrily gave the surface of his shaft one, long, sensual lick while I grasped at his base with my right hand. I felt Oscar tighten the grip of his lips around my length as he grunted primitively at the feelings I was delivering; his cock began to dribble luscious drops of clear precum while it glistened with my saliva. Underneath me, my mammalian friend began breathing heavily; he began bending his knees and bringing up his thighs before me. With my bifurcated tongue, I fooled around with his soft purple glands, which enticed twitches from his now towering thighs. Once more precum had begun to flow, I began to slowly swallow him up again; in a rather vulnerable response, Oscar tensed his legs and pushed with his feet, rocking both our bodies and pushing his cock deep enough into my maw that I suddenly found the tip of my lower jaw digging into his fur.

Being a dragon, this didn't prove to be any sort of deterrent to me, but it was clear the feeling was a lot for him to handle; his chest jumped up from the ground and met my lower abdomen, which tickled somewhat. Oscar seemed to be inhaling my entire cock, which I didn't think was possible. His teeth were just barely caressing my stiff rod, which ended up feeling much more pleasant than I had thought; the sensation of his hard- and surprisingly rounded- incisors grazing tenderly along the pulsating underside of my member seemed to deliver stabs of fiery bliss through me, which triggered unsteady spasms in my limbs and wings. These movements, coupled with his dragging but still quite frantic bucking, made our forms look like they were undulating in an uneven ripple. Our bodies were scraping together just as vigorously as our tongues were scraping each other's dicks; we were both sighing and crooning together despite our mouths being filled with each other, which made it sound like we were savoring a godly meal. The bitter taste of Oscar's precum was so slight and so teasing, that my mind couldn't help but beg for more.

My head and neck were now bobbing at an admirable pace; the pleasure ripping through me fueled the act, and every time my nostrils met his fur I squeezed with my hand, milking whatever amount of precum that was stored within. Oscar made a muffled cry again, his hands now gripping desperately at my back scales; he had to pause more often to accommodate his labored breathing. When he clasped his lips back around my shaft he tried to absorb my entirety, but his twitching body sabotaged his efforts and he was only able to take me part-way, but his hearty sucks tugged on me, making me moan around him in pleasure.

All of a sudden, Oscar released my cock and made a raspy intake of air; I felt excess saliva still covering my length, and the hot, sharp breath now leaving his lungs blew all over it, stimulating me still. In a moment of extreme bliss, my otter friend bucked with such strength that my chest was lifted into the air, and his thighs extended a tad and his knees met each other awkwardly before me.

Oscar gasped once before he took my dick back into his maw in a desperate attempt to muffle himself; his hands now locked their grip on my back, and his belly trembled beneath me. I took in as much of him as I could once more before his cock went rock-hard and I could almost feel the convulsions travel from his base to the engorged head where he willingly- and plentifully- began spewing his semen all over the inside of my mouth.

The feeling of his semen- with its silky texture and gentle viscosity- spilling all along the surface of my tongue and inner cheeks while he grunted in primal instinct around my member somehow managed to amplify the bliss radiating through my body. I was determined to consume every drop of the salty fluid that his unyielding dick was willing to give me; my tongue gently rubbed the bottom of Oscar's glands, making his cock jump in the grip of my lips. When the second and third spurts erupted, I rippled my tongue to direct the creamy substance down to my throat, but it was simply too difficult to direct such disorder; I felt strands of the sticky stuff oozing through my lips onto my jaw and all over the pale fur beneath me.

Oscar yelped again, his member evidently ablaze in climactic bliss; I couldn't help but cry out in the midst of my first attempt at swallowing his milky cum, which expelled it messily onto his shaft. When more small globules of it reached my tongue, I tried again, this time successfully. Suddenly aware that my body was aching for breath, I removed his cock from my mouth and huffed in pleasure; with my right hand I stroked him twice, unavoidably covering my fingers and palm in his fluids.

I realized the inevitability of my climax when a shot of bliss suddenly struck my mind and swelled throughout my form. I could feel my member jolting along the touch of Oscar's round tongue, and the pleasure was so considerably overwhelming that my entire body had to surrender to instinct; my feet and free hand clawed at the ground, my muscles went rigid and my wings flexed to as far as they could go, filling nearly the entire bathroom with my indigo color.

I was now breathing heavily; my lungs were dry, but all I could feel was the pleasure. My hips bucked into Oscar's mouth, no doubt sending my shaft into depths he could not handle, but he held his own and took me in, his teeth still grinding tenderly along my length. The bliss was so great that it almost felt painful, and I needed to surrender my mind and body to it.

When the spasms became negligible when compared to the surging bliss, my body finally succumbed; my wings and legs went absolutely rigid and my cock seemed to swell when the pleasure exploded within me. My heart skipped a beat and I held my breath powerlessly when I came for my best friend Oscar for the first time.

The climax I experienced was so indescribably gratifying that my mind essentially melted into nothingness; the only thing I could feel was my cock quiver violently as it expelled copious amounts of my draconic seed deep into Oscar's throat. I roared surprisingly loudly, my back now arching somewhat upwards. Oscar had to lap at my convulsing member somewhat, and every time his tongue touched my shaft a bolt of electric bliss surged through me, which coaxed the release of more creamy cum.

Never in my life had I given up so much semen; in seconds Oscar had to try and swallow what I had given him. Because he was lying down, he had trouble tilting his mouth forward with my stiff rod in his jaws, so it was impossible for him to consume my fluid before it started to escape his mouth. I closed my eyes in dream-like bliss as my dick ceaselessly bestowed a limitless volume of silky juices for my mammal friend to attempt to consume. I groaned; the more fluids I surrendered, the more sensitive my cock suddenly began to be. The feeling of Oscar's mouth undulating around my spilling member still managed to drive my nerves wild, which kept me panting and poised in my stiff position.

After what seemed like two dozen climactic tremors, Oscar swallowed one more time before drawing a hoarse breath. I collapsed my form and rolled off of him, my side hitting the floor roughly. The two of us wheezed feebly for a moment, before I sat up and leaned back against the wall. Oscar leaned up and laid on his elbows.

I surveyed us both; the sides of Oscar's face were lathered in silky strands of my semen, and some of it could be seen on the floor. His semi-erect cock, balls and crotch were covered in whiter, more creamy-looking cum. This same substance covered my lower jaw and neck, and I felt it seeping slowly towards my shoulders. My still hard member was shimmering in my own fluid; I couldn't help but laugh somewhat.

Oscar panted, "What're you laughing at?"

I shook my head, "It's nothing... we're just covered!"

Oscar smiled weakly as my laughter got a little more enthusiastic. He sat up completely straight, and scanned up and down my naked form. He said, "We should probably clean up fast."

"Agreed," I murmured.

Oscar crawled up to me, the mess all over his fur dripping as he did so. He kneeled at my side and grinned at me with his mouth slightly open, still panting for air.

With one finger, I gently collected as much semen from my friend's furry cheek as I could, and brought it to my mouth. Oscar watched me with an odd, innocent look on his face as I cleaned off the fluid with my serpentine tongue.

"You'd better clean fast," I told him. "It's all in your fur..."

"Yeah," he said. Suddenly and without warning, Oscar leaned forward and with one, affectionate lick, gathered as much of his own fluids from my jaw with his tongue. I found myself sighing gently as he did so. "You're easy to clean. But I just need to wet my face down really quick; I'll shower when I get home."

"Let me help you," I volunteered. "It's the least I could do."

"Actually," he started, his furry paw now placed on my chest. "The least you could do is discuss with me what you're planning during your holiday tomorrow." The last words in his statement were emphasized in a way that made it sound like a question.

I smiled, "Listen, dude... you just tell me when to knock on your door."

Oscar clicked his tongue, "Stop being romantic with me. For whatever reason, it's intimidating."

I nodded in agreement, "Good deal."