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Tomorrow, Ted would find out what it was like from "the other side." That was all his boyfriend Sean would tell him, and Ted had spent all week wondering what it could mean. But no matter how he tried to weasel the information out of Sean, all he got was, "Friday, you'll find out."

To most, Ted was an utterly normal looking community college student. He was a little taller than most at about 6'3", and still showed evidence of the football build he'd acquired in high school. Light brown hair, light brown eyes, regular features, all the boring, typical 21-year-old looks guaranteed to spark a slight interest in his height, then easily slip by unnoticed.

It was the blessing and the curse upon his kind - even if he wanted to, he couldn't take down the mask around all the "normals." The constant illusion field that had been permanently integrated into the Earth's atmosphere guaranteed that anyone like him always appeared almost exactly as expected, so that none would ever stand out or draw too much attention.

Of course, furs like Ted were not ensnared in the illusion. That was how Ted knew two of his classmates were decidedly not human. One was a rather cute, male, anthropomorphic fox; the other a female anthropomorphic gecko. And they, of course, saw Ted's true form in turn - an anthropomorphic gray wolf, with white fur on his belly and around the ends of each of his toes. He was actually a little bit taller than his human appearance, about 6'6", but a little bit thinner. For reasons lost to the current time, the illusion field needed the false image to be as close to the same total volume as the actual fur hidden beneath as possible.

One very nice thing about the illusion field was that it included normal clothing, regardless of Ted's actual outfit. For most of the year, that meant almost every fur would be naked. Furs were much less likely to suppress natural instincts than "normals," unless practical considerations came into play. Most furs Ted knew owned an apron for cooking, a light robe for cool weather, and a heavy outfit for really cold weather. March in Boston could require anything, but today was mild enough that Ted and the fox were in their light robes; the gecko wore her heavy jacket, knowing she would be unable to properly sun herself to keep up her body temperature otherwise.

Ted really did try, but in the end, he had no clue what happened in class that day. The upcoming Monday was a holiday, and when Sean found out that the professor of Ted's only Friday class had cancelled the lecture in advance, he had immediately told Ted to clear out his weekend schedule until Monday night, and that Friday, he would see what it was like from the other side. That had kept Ted distracted all week, and this class was the worst. Oh well, he had a high enough average that he could afford to miss a few problems on the next midterm. He kept pondering the possible meanings of "the other side," but was no closer to a breakthrough when the class ended.

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As usual, Ted arrived home well before Sean. Stepping through the oversized front door, visible to most of the world as a normal door with several windows around it, Ted felt the familiar question run through his mind of just how the illusion field could possibly make Sean look normal. At least the illusions covering him or his classmates today were already covering something approximately the right size! Ted wiped his paws on the mat just inside the door, making sure he wouldn't track anything into the house that he'd just have to clean up anyways. In fact, he was supposed to clean the floor this weekend, but it sounded like Sean's plans meant he'd be too busy, so he should probably get to it now.

Ted had known from a young age that, despite his species, he vastly preferred to make others happy instead of himself. As he'd gone through puberty, this had translated to a strong desire to submit sexually, and a strong attraction to larger furs. For furs, size and strength meant power, and there were not nearly as many social norms to restrain more powerful furs from taking advantage of less powerful furs that chose to enter such a relationship. As Ted figured this out during his teenage years, he'd known that he was almost certainly going to wind up submitting to a larger fur, perhaps some sort of bear.

The reality had been so much more extreme, yet so much more fulfilling than Ted could ever have dreamed. He'd met Sean through a hookup site designed for furs, though one had to be careful, since normals with a furry fetish sometimes found their way onto the site. Fueled by perhaps a bit too much liquid courage and a desperation to finally lose his virginity, he'd agreed to meet Sean the very first Saturday of his freshman year, despite the dire warnings of his parents never to find himself alone with a dragon.

Dragons, in most cases unfairly but well earned by an unfortunate few, had a reputation for seducing furs, hooking up with them, and then eating them. There was a stigma in the dragon community against dragons who stayed with "lesser" furs for any extended time instead of dating only other dragons, even though almost every dragon loved to dominate smaller furs. Most dragons dealt with that by using a smaller fur for a day or weekend, then kicking them out, but some kept their relationships with other species temporary by simply turning their partners into meals. Then, the illusion field became a hindrance - no "normals" usually noticed when a fur disappeared, and it wasn't like any surviving family members could explain to the police that their loved one had been eaten by a dragon. Over the years, the unwritten code was that dragons wouldn't physically force someone into isolation in order to eat them, but anyone who gave into the temptation to submit to a dragon knew the risks, and no revenge would be sought if they wound up as a meal.

Sean was on the large side even for a dragon, with solid navy blue scales, gray wings and horns, a gray underbelly that ran from under his jaw down to his crotch, lighter gray eyes with a hint of blue, and a mane of navy blue hair atop his head. He was just over 15 feet long, not including the tail, and one of the first things Ted had noticed was that his jaws were just a bit larger than Ted's shoulders. Ted had been completely convinced that he was going to wind up as dragon food, but to his surprise, Sean had ended their hookup by asking Ted to be his boyfriend.

Of course, being the "boyfriend" of a 15 foot dragon wasn't going to make Ted a mere submissive, but a total slave, given the strength and power of the dragon. Sean had made sure Ted understood that, so that there were no unrealistic expectations. Being Sean's boyfriend instead of just his total slave really only meant that Sean wouldn't dominate other furs without clearing it with Ted first. Sean also agreed to let Ted finish his schooling and get a job after graduation, but all of Ted's other time was at Sean's command.

Ted had moved in with Sean immediately after his freshman year, and had settled nicely into a routine. He almost always got home from classes before his dragon master, and used that time to complete all his responsibilities around the house, like cleaning and keeping up with the laundry. He would also try to complete as much of his homework as possible. Sean never gave him a hard time about it if he needed to spend time completing his work even when the dragon was home, but Ted hated giving up that time that he could be serving his owner.

Once Sean did get home, Ted was at his immediate beck and call for the rest of the evening. Some nights, when Sean was horny, that meant spending the entire evening with Sean's 13 inch cock down his throat or up his ass. Some nights, when Sean was feeling particularly affectionate, that could mean an evening of cuddling together on the couch to watch movies. Most nights fell somewhere in between, with a mix of sex and cuddling.

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Today, however, Ted had just barely finished sweeping the floor and was about to get the mop bucket ready when Sean got home early. Seeing Ted getting ready to mop the floor, Sean quickly realized that he must have been trying to complete his weekend chores early, and gave Ted a huge smile. Ted flushed with pleasure, partially because his boyfriend looked even sexier with a grin on his face, but mostly because he knew how much it pleased Sean when he took the initiative to find ways to better serve him.

"Look at you, always working so hard to complete your chores," said Sean. "Well, I have good news for you - your chores are cancelled this weekend. You aren't going to be able to do them, anyways. I learned a new magic effect recently, and it's going to take some time to make it work. So drop what you're doing and come with me."

Ted obediently put the mop bucket back into the closet and started walking after Sean. Sean had dropped his own light robe behind him, and as usual, Tim went to pick it up so he could hang it neatly for the next morning. Without looking back, Sean simply called out "leave it," momentarily stunning Ted. Sean HATED leaving his robe on the floor and the wrinkles that caused! After realizing he'd stopped for a moment, Ted snapped himself out of it and rushed to catch up.

"Yes, Sean," Ted called after the dragon. That habit had taken him months to learn. All growing up, Ted had assumed that anyone he submitted to would want to be called "Sir," and had relentlessly trained his mind to call anyone bigger than him "Sir," so that it would be habit and forgetting would never get him punished when he started dating a bigger fur. Then, Sean had gone and told him to drop it right from the beginning. Sean preferred personalization, so every time Ted slipped and called him Sir or Master, he admonished him to just say "Sean." On the other hand, during the few times Sean had brought over a second sub to play with for a night, he'd made the other fur call him only "Sir." Ted had never pursued it, but it seemed like requiring Ted to use only his name was meant to identify his status as Sean's boyfriend, not just another slave.

Meanwhile, Ted's mind had gone into overdrive at the term "magic effect." Most furs eventually learned how to channel their mental and life energy to perform very simple tricks, like moving small objects around. However, even the most minor effects left the fur exhausted and hungry. The dangers of overreach were drilled into every fur's mind from a young age ... which didn't stop many from hurting themselves in accidents or from overdoing the Chess Diet, the slang name for trying to crash diet by moving objects around, often chess pieces, without eating to replace the calories burned in the effort.

As far as Ted knew, Sean had mastered three particularly useful effects, all focused on his own body, and thus not requiring nearly as much energy as an effect manipulating the world around him. The first tricked his stomach into thinking it had fully dissolved the contents it was holding, so that it could be released into the intestines. The second allowed his intestines to stretch much more than usual, allowing even large, solid, undissolved objects through. The third manipulated the air inside his body, allowing him to deliver at least a small amount of fresh oxygen to anyplace in his body. Those effects, combined with a dragon's natural ability to hold prey trapped in its belly alive until it chose to digest it consciously, made a trip through Sean's body survivable. The inside of Sean's stomach was actually a reasonably comfortable place to sleep, if a bit warm. The drawback was the exit process - a dragon's throat was too well designed to allow anything to go the wrong way, and the magic required to override that design was well beyond Sean's ability. That meant the only way for Ted to get back out was to go the long way, pushed through the tight, wet, sticky, cramped, and thoroughly miserable intestines, short of breath the entire time from the very limited air. And while he might finally emerge exhausted, out of breath, and covered in wet, sticky mucus, at least he got out alive.

Since all of the magic effects Ted knew about related to allowing Sean to eat him without digesting him, and since Sean had told him to clear his entire weekend schedule, Ted wondered if this new effect had something to do with keeping him in Sean's belly for a longer period of time, and perhaps finding some way to effectively interact from inside. Could that be what Sean had meant by "the other side?"

When Ted stepped into the door of their bedroom, he found Sean lying back on the bed, already lubing up his hard cock. That was another surprise to Ted, since he couldn't remember the last time Sean hadn't started a day or evening with a blowjob first. Getting sucked was Sean's favorite, and many days, that was all Ted did.

"I'm sure it will devastate you to know," said Sean teasingly and sarcastically, "that this effect requires me to fuck you and cum inside you first thing."

Ted climbed up onto the bed and straddled Sean's cock, which happened to be one of his favorite things to do. "Well, I suppose if it's a requirement, I can somehow find a way to tolerate it."

As Ted began to lower himself onto Sean's cock, he could feel his master's hips struggling to contain themselves and the large cock beneath him repeatedly lifting a few inches before relaxing. That was very unlike Sean, who never tried to rush the start of a good fucking, knowing how much pain or even actual injury his huge cock could inflict. The thrusting made things a little more uncomfortable than usual, but 2 1/2 years of experience taking that cock paid off, and soon Ted was mewling in pleasure as he slid himself up and down.

Ted looked up, and saw Sean leaning forward, mouth hanging open, moaning with pleasure of his own. Knowing Sean almost always lay back when they were in this position, Ted had a feeling that open mouth he was looking into was a preview of where he was going the moment Sean hit orgasm, which from the looks of things wasn't going to take very long.

In fact, Sean didn't even wait that long, as he bucked his hips up, leaning Ted forwards and lifting Ted's head up into his mouth. His jaw closed gently, lightly holding Ted's shoulders, while his tongue ran all over Ted's face. Sean wrapped his paws around Ted's waist, holding him still while he thrust into him. The dim, close-up sight of Sean's throat and the thrusting into him were too much, and Ted felt himself shooting his seed all over Sean's belly. Moments later, Sean let out a loud grunt that seemed to echo all around Ted's head, and he felt the dragon's thick load shooting deep inside of him. Ted's world then reoriented as Sean pulled his cock out and lifted Ted up over his head, and all light was cut off as Ted was shoved a good ways into the dragon's throat.

Sean was a quick eater under normal circumstances; gravity, his hands pushing down, his powerful throat, and his excitement and eagerness over his plans for the weekend combined to send Ted down his throat in just moments. Less than a minute after he'd been lifted over the dragon's head, Ted felt himself being deposited in the familiar stomach of his boyfriend.

Usually, Ted only found himself here late at night, providing his boyfriend with the pleasant feeling of a full belly as he slept. Sean would begin the process of releasing him almost as soon as he woke up, since it took quite a while, and that was time he couldn't serve the dragon in other ways. And, of course, they never did this on work days or when either of them had a commitment first thing in the morning. It was an odd feeling for Ted not to be ready to curl up in the tight but comfortable stomach and go right to sleep.

Ted was just wondering what he would do to pass the time with no light and not much room to move when he suddenly felt a rush of water seeping into the stomach. It took him a moment to figure out what was happening, then another moment frozen in sheer terror when he realized he wasn't feeling water. He felt ... something ... distance his mind from what was going on, leaving him aware of the way the stomach acid was burning his flesh, but not actually feeling it or experiencing any pain. He was just beginning to wonder if the magic effect had failed or if Sean had accidentally triggered his digestion while focused on the effect when his consciousness faded away.

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A buzzing alarm clock woke Ted. He went to open his eyes, find the offending noise maker, and shut it off ... and his body didn't respond. But then his body WAS moving, his arm reaching out on its own and hitting the snooze button, shutting off the noise. His eyes opened, again seemingly on their own, showing him the ceiling directly above the bed he'd shared with Sean for the last year and a half. His hand, moving back from the alarm clock, moved down his body and wrapped itself around his hard cock.

Only, it wasn't his hard cock. Ted had spent the last two and a half years submitting to that cock, and he knew the feel of Sean's cock instantly. His half awake mind struggled to figure out what the hell was going on, when suddenly his body started speaking on its own, using Sean's voice.

"Hey there. I know you're probably hopelessly confused right now. So let me see if I can explain."

Ted was overwhelmed. It felt like he was speaking, only he wasn't in control of what he was saying at all, and it was coming out in Sean's voice. It was almost like ...

"The magic effect I was telling you about welded your consciousness onto mine. You will see what I see, hear what I hear, smell what I smell, feel what I feel, all that. It took several hours to make all the proper links last night, and then I had to go to sleep in order to 'reboot' your own consciousness. Unfortunately, there's no way for you to control anything, which means you also have no way of communicating with me. And don't worry, this isn't permanent. It'll take nearly a full day to reconstitute your body and reconnect your consciousness, but by Monday night you'll be back to normal.

"But meanwhile, in a little while, a cute young fox will be joining me for the weekend. So we're going to be doing almost all the things we normally would be doing with a weekend off together ... except you're going to experience it all from my point of view.

"Welcome to the other side."

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To be continued ...