Where There is a Way....There are Those Willing.
As the years go by and companies turn to efficiency rather then the welfare of their workers, unions suddenly find themselves annexed, wiped out by several sudden harsh years of enforced lockouts. The Rich, it seemed, had gotten smart. But suffering a short time of money loss and production stand still, the demand for their products, aswell as their pay, sky-rocketed to the point that, although frustrated and chagrined, the workers returned. Or died. Almost thirty years after this quiet yet cruel revolution waged against the poor by the wealthy, and not only the workplace, but the world changed dramatically. Large bustling towns suddenly grew silent, as corporation after corporation took notice of the effects wrought by such tactics. Furrs began new jobs, dreary and cold, bosses hard and uncaring. Time clocks were nearly abolished. If you wanted enough money to live, when you were only getting half of what minimum wage used to be, you worked nonstop, and when you did stop, you were on call. Shifts became erratic, as lateness was no longer tolerated. If a shift started on you were not there, you were fired, and someone off duty was called in. Weekends were only allowed once every two weeks. CEO's encouraged only single workers be hired, to cut down on stresses caused 'at home' as they so callously put it. Male and females were slowly being segregated again.
However...as has been proved many atimes in the past...where there is a will....there is a way.
A small Publishing Firm was set up in a downtown area. It was small, but it did not need to be large. The cubicles where furs worked were cramped, barely enough room to sit with your back to the wall without hitting your knees on the opposite one. They had no 'desks', just a hard piece of painted over plywood screwed in so a phone and a computer could be rested upon it. From these little independent cells, almost one hundred furrs worked, calling hopeful authors only to tell them that their request had been denied. Had the calls been monitored anymore, they would have recorded a vast amount of swearing, threatening and crying on the other end. Day in and day it this was what it was like. The spirit can only take so much of such things. Over all, the world seemed less fun, sunlight seemed grey, water was dry. Atleast, that is how the bulk of the masses felt. For a few, who felt it a chance worth taking, they sought out things to liven their existence, make it bright, and to laugh in the faces of the those who wanted to choke out their wills. Two such furs worked at this Company. Seeing them pass each other in the halls, one would never know that they knew each other. Their eyes never met, their expressions stayed the seem, dead, almost glazed over way they were as they moved mechanically from one part of the office to the next. But the two shared a very close bond.
One of the countless others who work the phones, Draconicon had trouble sitting in the tiny stall. His long tail was nearly bent double, and oftimes it was sore after his shift. But not once did he complain. Accepting the conditions stoically, as had been learned through the mistakes of his late father, who died unemployed because of something as trivial as 'not being able to go to the hospital due to a cut off thumb'. His broad black shoulders rolled, trying to ease some of the tension as he barely listened to the broken-hearted sobbing of his latest victim.
"278 down," he though idly, looking at the clock to see that it was only a quarter past 5, just over half his shift completed, "Another untold hundreds out there to go. Will this ever end?" He now noticed the dial tone blaring in his ear and he hastily hung up, lest the automatic timer that turned on between calls was activated. Job policy was if you ended a week with over 20 minutes of non-call time....you were fired.
A small bell chimed. The signal for the only brake of the day. 15 minutes. Grumbling, the massively framed Dragon stood up, uncurling his tail and stomping up the tight corridor to the coffee machine. The ONLY thing truly and freely given in quantity was coffee. To 'keep the masses happy' or in all reality, to make sure they did not fall asleep from pure exhaustion before their shift was over. Sipping at the caffeinated sludge, Draconicon turned around....and bumped into Jade, his 'companion' as they dubbed themselves. Careful to appear appropriately angry, he snarled and pushed the Feline away, who stumbled like a drunk before righting himself and bobbing his head while whispering out breathless apologies.
The Panther was slim, narrow waisted but decently broad in chest and shoulder, bared forearms covered in soft golden fur. A long thin tail poked out the back of his khaki's, the norm for the working force since they were cheap and easily found at most stores. After the display of contrition, the two looked at each other for a moment. Inside they were howling with laughter, and would have clapped each other on the back if it were allowed. Parting ways, Jade walked off to his own cubicle, sitting down and soon losing the good feeling he had just captured, stolen once more by the computer screen before him. His job was different: Draconicon shut authors down, Jade called aspiring authors up. This kept the cycle going. Effectively, cheaply. Viewing his latest profile, some young hot shot out in the nearby country, he pulled up a new screen and started to type.
"Mr.Rain: Regarding your newest entry for our publishing services, we have decided to print a trial run of your story. We are willing to set up a press to run up three hundred copies, to be sold in stores around the downtown area. If, and only if, your book sells two hundred or more, we are willing to pay you the sum of fifty thousand dollars. You will have to deliver the book in person, along with a three thousand dollar check. Our services, as you are aware, are top rate. And therefore, not free. Come to us in three days time. If you fail to meet the requirements set down in this letter, your one and only chance shall be giving to another author. No hard feelings, this is a business, not a charity."
Hitting the send button, Jade reflected on the wording of the letter, wording that was strictly mandatory. Like life, it was harsh and to the point. He shrugged and started typing the next letter. Although it would have been far easier to copy/paste, that was prohibited. The need of corporate mindlessness assured the workers that they would be doing repetitive tasks all their lives. The hours drifted by in a haze...the numbing 'clack clack clack' of the keyboard turning into a low buzzing deep within the brain. Breathing slowed, heart beats slackened to a mere crawl, eyes fluttered....then a 'PING!' rang out over the silence. As if a mirroring each other, both the Feline and the Dragon jolted upright, a gleam in their respective eyes.
Already the lights were being turned off: no sense wasting electricity. Shuffling in the dark, the masses moved to the single exit and filed out, into the streets, some into cars, most onto the buses that sat waiting. Jade was one of few who owned a car. His skill in drawing in the clientele was very much appreciated, and a small yearly bonus was awarded him. The same could be said for Draconicon...but he was much to large to fit into the compact, eco-friendly cars that were on the market. Leaving him with walking, or the bus. Normally he would have walked. The quiet streets coupled with a gentle breeze was always welcomed after a day in a stuffy hot office.
But tonight was different. Tonight was special. Once a month, roughly every thirty days, the two friends met. Secretly. Inside of Draconicon's house, there was an added room. An expansion that had been built that summer, gouged out of their wallets as a massive amount of money. But together they had prevailed, and they now co-owned, unofficially, a room the size of a good hotel suite. The ride home went by in a flash for the eager Dragon, a wide grin pasted on his muzzle making some of the more moody passengers scowl. But he didn't care.
The bus stopped in front of his house, and he leapted off and rushed to the door, unlocking it and pushing in. He hung his coat on a rack and went to his living room, flicking on a switch. A low hanging bulb flickered then burned to life, shedding its dubious light. Draconicon looked around briefly then shrugged, squatting down and sitting on his couch. It creaked under his weight, and he smiled, rolling his eyes at the quality of his furniture. To buy things that would accommodate someone of his size would have taken a sizable chunk of his resources. But he was more then happy with what he had. It was functionable. And that was what mattered most. And so, with his foot tapping on the cold, hardwood floors, arms stretched over the back of the still groaning couch, he waited for his Lover to arrive.
Jade on the other hand was stuck in traffic. Again. As it was everyday. The only thing that kept him from honking and cursing at the other drivers was he preoccupation. The day was hot, and his car was stifling, but it may aswell have been a beach, for that was how it affected him. A dreamy smile flitted at the corners of his lips, threatening to brake loose at any second. Chuckling as the lane moved along, he was mildly surprised to see he was in the clear, and with a rev of the engine he was gone, weaving and bobbing with the expert skill of one who had used the technique often, and when in a hurry. The wide megaways turned to quiet streets in what seemed like an impossible transformation, and since he was the only one driving one this street, he was free to goose the engine into giving him speeds of over 70 clicks.
Five minutes later he stood infront of his much awaited home-away-from-home, feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl. With a quick rap to the door he waited, bouncing on the balls of his footpaws. As soon as the door cracked away from its jamb he pushed through and hugged the black scaled Dragon hard, pushing the door shut in the process, locking out the world and all its frivolities. At last...the two were together.
"Jade, it's so good to see you" Drac said, nuzzling the smaller Furr gently and hugging him close. "It feels like forever since we last met this way. Oh, and before I forget" he said, an amused glint in his large eyes, "that was some very convincing acting today by the coffee machine. Five Star winner"
The Panther grinned and shoved the Dragon back playfully before lunging in to reapply a stronger grip, inducing more frontal contact. "The same could be said for you Draconicon. Very real snarl. The quivering was only half acting"
Chuckling together, both move off to the back of the living room, where the Dragon proceeded to tap on a wall, stopping once a hollow 'thud' was heard. "Would you care to do this months honours?" he asked Jade, who smirked and gripped an ornamental light fixture, twisting it side ways. A handle rotated out from the wall, cleverly concealed by a quaint painting of the sea. With a wink and a low growl, the Feline tugged the handle, a slab of both concrete and plywood swing forward to reveal a set of stairs, spiralling down into darkness. Wiring in electricity was far beyond their combined wealth. Yet they did not needed it.
Just on the other side of the door frame, bracketed into the concrete, was a metal torch brazier. Striking a match had been placed within after the last encounter, the blaze of the fire was more then enough to light their path. It also created a mood. Memories, accumulated over almost two years flooded back to the pair as they descended. The stone and mortar walls, although undoubtedly eerie to most, induced quickened breathing and racing hearts for the the lovers. Deep within their constructed fortress, Both Feline and Dragon were freed from their shackles. Furry paw and strong scaled claw alike trembled, the torch wavering in Jade's grip as they finally reached the bottom, the twisting way opening into what could only be described as a small cave, carved out of bedrock and foundation.
Along the uneven, craggy walls were hundreds of tiny candles, scented ones scattered about. Once lit, the aroma they gave was light and pulling. In the centre of this room was a bed, large, swathered in velvet and satin. Another metal holder, this time filled with countless long stemmed matches. Placing the lit torch in a fresh bracket, Jade and Draconicon both grabbed a match and struck it, holding its base. They started from the middle of one wall and each took a side, slowly walking around, holding the flame to each candle until the lit, still air causing naught a ripple of disturbance. Pinpricks or illumination sprang up, scents filled the air. It could not be explained, so strange was it. It was heady yet so faint you could barely wiff it. It calmed the nerve yet set the body to a burning temperature that only one cure could fix.
The sticks of fire shook in their paws, breathes blasting from their muzzles so forceably that at times it took several long moments to light a single candle, for it was being blown out as it was trying to catch. They met once more, opposite side middle. The matches, now spent, were dropped and left on the ground. The two stared at one another, quivering limbs and heaving chest the only signs they were even consious Stepping closer, Jade placed a paw on the Dragons chest. His pupils were huge, orange irises seeming to swirl. "It's only been a month," he whispered, lips barely moving enough to form the words, "Yet it has been the torture of eternity for me" Draconicon smiled, leaning down and kissing the Panthers forehead before responding. "The days come and go my Love...but you are always with me. It is my greatest agony to see you every day, and not be able to touch with furr that I have grown to love so much" Jade murrs quietly and rubs his face against the others scaly chest, kissing along it. "We are here now...eternity is demolished, agony is wiped clean...live for right now!"
The two kissed. A slow, lingering kiss. But it never stayed that way. It could not. A month was to long, and the pent up anergies that raged to be let out could no onger be denied. The kiss intensified rapidly, from light to hard, casual to a growing sense of hunger. They moved in concert, pressing their chests together. Their shirts got in the way, so they removed them. Draconicon had his shirt off in a moments notice, tossing it aside. Jade fumbled at his buttons until, with a chuckle, the Dragon moved his paws away and aided the overwhelmed Lover, carefully manipulating the plastic circles from their holes and removing the shirt, lifting the felines arms high in the proccess.
Once the bothersome coverings had been removed they both hugged each other tight, soft cat purrs almost drowned out by the deep bass rumbles of the Dragon. Although clearly wanting more, both of them excersied restraint, sticking to tender worship. Draconicons head tilted down, nuzzling the Panther on the head, then neck as Jade obligingly moved. The Dragons soft kisses traveled along the cats throat, to chest, nibbling furr. Jade murred in silence, pushing himself into each kiss, shivering at nibbles, paw stroking along the others wide back, tracing his spine. "So strong," he whispered, lovingly burying his head uner Draconicons and lifting him for a nose to nose nuzzle, "Yet so gentle"
The Dragon just smiled and kept kissing, working over the Panthers bared and rippling chest. His long reptilain tongue rapsed out, flicking Jade's nipples. He groaned, nipples getting hard, and a large tent started to form in the front of his pants. With a grin Jade turned the Dragon and nudged him, making his Lover drop heavily onto the edge of the bed, sitting perched.
The Panther knelts, adjusting the fabric od his pants to reduce the pressure. Glancing up at Draconicon, he grinned, reaching with both paws and lifting up a footpaw, moving it up to eye level. "Mmm...your footpaws are always so clean Love...they always taste amazing" His moved his muzzle to one of the Dragons toes and licks it gently, delving into the space between the toes, flicking down to rub its sandpapery texture across the balls and arch of the footpaw. The Dragon groaned softly, leaning back on his claws and elbows, leg twitching. "Oh Jade..."
"Shhh" Jade says, rubbing his paw over Draconicons footpaw, tickling his heel, "Just enjoy...as I enjoy your footpaws...they are wonderful Love..." he gives a small kiss to each toe before murring, "So warm..." Jade pants now, growing excited. As does the Dragon, who moans over and over, a similar bulge spring to quick and throbbing life. The heat in the room grows, no vents causing the air to stifle. It was hot, and already both scales and furr were slick and matted. Giving one last kiss to each footpaw digit, Jade's paws moved to Draconicons belt buckle, quickly popping the metal clasp and tugging the rigid materail down, releasing the thick, ten inch erection. The Dragon sighed gently, grabbing his base and stroking it while eyeing the Feline with feral hunger.
Jade stared back, grinning like a fool as he moved up, wedging himslef between the strong thighs of his Love, muzzle lowering to give the exposed cock a sandpapery lick from his rough tongue. "Mmm God...I'd almost forgotten what this looked like" the Panther said, winking at Draconicon playfully. He stood then, placing a footpaw on the bed and stepping up onto it, holding onto rails that had been sunk into the caves ceiling as supports. He nudged Draconicon with a toe, then smiled as he stepped onto his broad chest. The Dragon's eyes closed, and a soft hiss escaped between his lips as he felt the hot, wet souls of the Panthers footpaws touch him, toes drumming against his sternum. Rubbing his heels against his Lovers pecs and nipples, Jade baby-stepped lower, pressing the balls of his footpaws hard into the Dragons softer belly, kneading the area with the practiced movements of one who has done this many times before.
Draconicon squirmed under the attention, his shaft leaking pre, the clear, semi-thick liquid ozzing down this sides of his erection. Jade's smile widen until sharp white teeth glinted eerily in the glow of the candles, his bright eyes warm as he stepped lower and lower, finally touching Draconicons oozing shaft with the arch of his right footpaw. The Dragon moaned gently, straining to keep still. The Panther rubbed his soles against the large shaft steadily, purring louder and louder as he watched his lover grow more aroused. Moving down and sitting on the other end of the bed, he moved both footpaws to either side of Draconicons cock, pressing them together and stroking the ample length, up and down, from base to tip. His speed increased with each hiss of pleasure, pumping his furry arches over the member with vigor and lust, watching as spurts of pre erupted from it like a tiny volcano.
Suddenly the muscles of the Dragon tensed, quivering, and after a series of blissful chirps that shook dust from the ceiling he came with a barely suppressed roar. Jade smiled, squeezing the convulsing cock, milking it for all it was worth, soon ending with both his footpaws covered in thick sticky seed. Using his feline flexabily, he lifted a leg up and over to his muzzle, daintly cleaning himself, licking off the cum and swallowing it.
"Oh my....still as good as I remember it Draconicon..." The Dragon huffed out a laugh and sighed shakily, still feeling the waves of electric ecstacy washing over him.
"And you have been practicing" he said, giving a small wink. "But now its your turn, my Panther. Take me" Rolling over, he got to his hands and knees, lifting his thick, black scaled tail high and wiggling his hips at the cat, looking back with a sly grin. "Fingering yourself is not nearly as fun"
Jade smiled at the sight presented to him, gathering his legs underneath himself and standing slowly, walking to the Dragon and crouching, placing his paws over the two perfect mounds that were his lovers buttcheeks, massaging them, squeezing them, and finally spreading them to reveal the wonderful pucker that was Draconicons tailhole. The Dragon could only shiver at the light touches, wanting more, but never once thinking of telling Jade to hurry. Leaning down, Jade kissed along the curve of the ass, working his way slowly inwards until his soft lips where pressing against the hole. He kissed it, as he would Draconicons lips, gently at first, tiny little pecks, then with force, hunger, tongue. He licked the hole lovingly, flicking his tip against it, trailing the outline of it. Smiling naughtily, Jade started to press in deeper, shoving his face between Draconicons cheeks and driving his tongue into the hole, suckling on it.
The Dragon whimpered and coo'd, a deep, rumbling reptile purr. Eager and ready, Jade stood and pressed his pre shining head against the hole, pressing in firmly until the first inch penetrated. Then he pulled it back out and repeated it over and over while Draconicon whimpered and thrashed, gasping for breath at the give and take of pleasure. Deciding that he had toyed with his lover enough, Jade gave a hard thrust and sank his quivering 10 inches deep, until he hilted, groin pressed against rear. They both held the pose, Jade laying horizontally over Draconicons back, panting hard and sharing in their joined union.
Getting his cue from his lovers nod, Jade pulled back and started a slow, determined humping, thrusting to the hilt with each go, moving with the speed and force of a glacier. Slow, but unstoppable. They rocked together, like the ebb and flow of the tide, every sensation rising to a crest and gently waning, cresting again, higher, and waning, until each crest brought them to the edge of orgasm. Unnoticed to them both was the fact that they were steadily speeding up, graceful love gradually morphing into frenzied lust. Jades thrusting rocked the much larger Dragon hard, the bed shaking with such force that it was driven along the ground, becoming off centered. Hisses and groans rent the air asunder, until both were roaring.
One final thrust of his cock sent Jade over, and his orgasm burst forth, the long awaited flood breaking free. The unexpected force of it send a spray shooting out of Draconicons hole, back onto the furry sheath of Jade while his shaft bucked again and again, the rest of the cum spurting deep into the anal corridors of the Dragon. Collapsing, they both hugged each other, holding the other close, not wanting to let go. The drifted off such, waking only when the alarm went off, somewhere upstairs, signifying a new work day. With a quirk an eyebrow and a smirk, both the Panther and the Dragon silently moved about, getting dressed and leaving the house separately. No words need be spoken. Not after what they shared.
And each knew that in one monthes time, it would start again, more glorious then the last.
Written by Jadeshadow, Edited by Draconicon