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I yawned quietly, stirring in bed as I heard Yeager leave. It had been a week since the blue and white wolf had surprised me by taking a transfer program's offer to come to America for a semester, and he had settled into Andrew's old place nicely after randomly showing up at my door.

He had left for the gym, the energetic wuff not wanting to waste any time, as per usual.

He and Gerrard still didn't really get along.

Rousing myself, I got up and looked at my phone. Skype was how I maintained contact with many of the friends I made whilst gaming, and my "guild chat" was, as normal, flooded with messages.

It was for a game called "Fiesta". Circa 2006, originally owned by Outspark, now owned by a company called Gamigo, it was one of the older still-running RPGs, and I had gotten my foot in the door as soon as they had left beta.

I wasn't really in that guild. I had just been promised a spot due to some trading finagling . I had something that guild wanted, and I gave it to them upon the stipulation that, upon hitting level 115 with my main character, I would be allowed into the guild.

The only problem was that the person who promised to help me kind of flaked on doing it, so I've been sitting at level 113 for months.

I'm a cleric in that game. Low DPS, High healing, moderate amounts of defense, the works. I'm not a "tank" by any means, unless I utilize something rarely used, and sacrifice some of my defenses in order to wear a set of rings that allows me to spam a high-aggro skill every 0.9 seconds.

Wading through that, though, and finding nothing of interest, I moved on to my more friend-oriented Fiesta chat. Amicably named "Socks <3", it was my preferred of the two Fiesta chats, and had a much smaller number of people. With thirteen people total, and around nine active members, it was a relatively tight-knit group.

I got out of bed, going outside of my room to use the bathroom, while checking my phone. Seeing that a group call was underway, I smiled softly to myself and finished up quickly, heading back to my room and starting up my computer.

I opened Fiesta, hopped onto the Apoline server, and selected my main character, dubbed "AxioAphori" for reasons only myself and another friend, Joanna, knew about.

I put on my headset and joined the call.

"... help me with killing Brutal Bears or something?" A voice, belonging to in-game-name _Bo0m_, real name Cameron, nickname Paffagraf, preferred name Cam, came through my headset. He was 15, a slightly skinny brown bear, and his voice was somewhat gruff, yet smooth. He played a Knight, the main defensive class in Fiesta.

I chuckled a little. "Bears should be your specialty, Paffagraf, seeing as how you are one."

A tiny gasp came from another person in call, and Joanna, in-game-name missfortune13, nickname Juujuu.

"Axio! Hai!" She squealed. The tigress, of almost 16 years, had a higher voice, and was my best friend that I've ever made over a game. Yeager didn't count, since I didn't really meet him in a 'game'. Joanna played the same subclass of Cleric as I did, although she was a little lower than me in terms of levels.

"Hi Juujuu," I replied, smiling.

Another voice greeted my ears. "Do I hear a Stabz?"

I smiled wider. "Yes indeedy you do, Bash. Hello!"

The female voice who affectionately referred to me as 'Stabz' belonged to another good friend. At 20 years old, In-game-name Latency, real name Ashley, personal nickname 'Bash' or 'Bashley', was a warmhearted iguana, despite being coldblooded. Our nicknames for each other are an inside joke. Her main character was also the same subclass of cleric as Joanna and myself. Us three, and many others, are of the opinion that there is a secret society of clerics, with an underground information system, as well as lists of people who have offended clerics in the past, and will receive little to no help from others within the loop. It's totally not just the three of us. Promise.

While it might have been an exaggeration, there's no doubt a sense of 'community' within the cleric class, which receives a lot of verbal abuse. If something goes wrong, blame the cleric. And so people started fighting back, making lists of the people who have been real jerks, and refusing to help them. Other clerics, upon seeing these lists, started doing the same, and pretty soon the toxicity against clerics decreased dramatically.

People often wondered why I played so many video games, and felt such strong ties to the people I met over them. I guess it's because the computer screen takes away from the idea that these people could hurt me, and implies the opportunity to get away at a moment's notice. I opened up to them easily, although I never really knew why. They were my friends, and despite what people like my father would say, along the lines of "You've never actually met them, they can't be your friends," I'll continue to call them as such.

I played with them all for a while, doing favors when needed, helping out where I could, for around an hour and a half, until a knock sounded at my door. I muted my microphone and exposed an ear, turning towards the door.

I did the cliché "Who is it?"

A deep voice responded. "Gerrard. Is Yeager around? Can I come in?"

I called back. "He's not here right now, just give me a second." I turned back to my computer and lowered my voice, unmuting my microphone again.

"Hey guys, I have a guest... I'm going to leave call, but dance around in town, afk. Alright?"

Joanna piped up. "Ooh. Is it that dragon guy you've been talking about?" She giggled, and I could hear her knowing smile.

I felt the beginnings of a blush. "Well, yeah... sorry."

Bash laughed softly. "You do what you do, Stabz, we'll be here when you get back, and if not then, we'll be here tomorrow."

I smiled, nodding, even though they couldn't see it due to m webcam being off. "Thanks a bundle, guys. Bye, Paffagraf."

"See ya later."

I ended the Skype call and alt-tabbed away to the window that had my playlist in the background, putting my headset down.

I turned towards the door. "It's unlocked, you can come in."

Almost immediately, the door swung inward, and the admittedly handsome dragon stepped in, closing it behind him. His ankle had healed nicely, although he still sported my claw marks on his face, and I felt a tiny twinge of guilt upon seeing them now, marring his left side.

He grinned as if they weren't there and closed the door behind him, standing up with his arms open.

I sighed. "Do we have to? It's uncomfortable..." I looked down at the ground and put my paws on either side of my armless chair.

He nodded. "That's why we're doing it, silly. It's uncomfortable now, but soon it won't be. Now come on, give me a hug."

I sighed again and relented, getting out of my chair and shuffling over to the large male. Wrapping my arms around his midsection, I felt his warmer arms fold around me and tug me close. I knew what would happen, and dreaded it intensely.

The panic came back, slithering up from my stomach to coil tightly around my heart, but it was nowhere near the same kind of panic I had felt when Gerrard had tried to comfort me in the bathroom. I started shaking gently, burying my face into Gerrard's chest, as if that would help it go away. I felt him nuzzle between my ears, and give one of them a nip, before I unwrapped my arms from his waist and instead pushed against it with my paws, signaling that I was close to losing it again.

I didn't know why, but being close to anyone, physically, made me panic and start to shut down. It always got my adrenaline pumping, and I would start to feel like I had to get away. My pupils narrowed to slits, and I closed my eyes.

Gerrard released me, and I took a step back, turning away and wrapping my arms around myself, ashamed. My claws had come out reflexively, and I was digging them into my elbows, biting my lip as I let out a tiny, distressed sound. I knew it would tug at his heartstrings, and try to comfort me more, but I knew he wouldn't. He's let me have my moment, and that would be that.

I sat down in my chair, ears flat against my head, as I tried to deal with the panic. I released my lip from my fangs and started sucking in deep breaths through my mouth, holding them in for at least two or three seconds before letting them back out again. I knew that what I was doing would spark protective instincts in Gerrard, and that he would have to fight just as hard as I was to ignore his instincts, and let me be until I calmed down, but I couldn't help it. It was either curl up protectively, with my claws in myself, or lash out reflexively, burying my claws into another. My tail lashed against the floor, making loud thumps.

The panic soon subsided, after around three minutes, and my eyes returned to normal. I took my paws away from my elbows, feeling the soft sting of fresh claw wounds, and slumped my shoulders.

"Gerrard, I don't think this will ever help me... Not quickly, at least..." I looked back at him and saw him, jaw clenched, looking straight ahead, his own paws around his elbows, knuckles white with concentration. It was just as hard on him, watching me suffer and knowing that helping would only make it worse, as it was on me, the one who was suffering.

"Subjecting ourselves to this every day we see each other can't be healthy..." My voice seemed to snap him out of his own trance this time, and he started, taking a deep breath before letting it out, small puffs of steam escaping his nostrils. He relaxed, and looked up at me, smiling shakily.

I frowned, ears once again going flat against my head, as I looked at him, the feeling of concern washing over me once more. It was but a trickle, but it was still there. I did care for the dragon.

"You know that what we're doing is technically torturing ourselves, right..?" I gave him a longsided glance, looking up from where I sat.

Swallowing audibly, the dragon nodded. "I know, but it's the way I dealt with my problems, back then. It has to work for you."

I looked back down at my paws, palms up. "Are you sure?"

He nodded, putting a paw tentatively on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Positive."

I nodded back, looking up at him before rising out of my chair. "Well, what do you want to do today? It's a Saturday again, so no classes."

He put a paw on his chin, tapping idly. "Well, Yeager's probably at the gym again, right?"

"Yeah he left a while ago. I don't know when he'll be back."

He shrugged. "I have to admit, he's very serious about staying in shape, and I'm guessing he's also serious about the way he plays rugby."

I shook my head. "I don't know about the rugby part, I've never seen him play. But yeah, he's pretty passionate about being 'fit'."

He shrugged once more. "If he was half as passionate about his sport as he was with keeping me away from you, he would be one of the best. He's like crazy glue, staying by your side whenever he doesn't have gym routine or classes."

I narrowed my eyes at the large dragon. "Something tells me that you would be doing the same thing he was, if he wasn't around and it was just you and me. I also have the sneaking suspicion that you knew Andrew was moving out, and planned on taking his place before anyone else could. Unfortunately, my weird wuff beat you to it."

The dragon's grey scales flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly unable to meet my gaze. "M-maybe."

I cracked a small smile, although part of me was annoyed that he would go to such great lengths just to be near me.

"Have you and Yeager been getting along?"

He became more thoughtful-looking, and sat down in what had become Yeager's chair. "I have a class with him, and he's pretty nice in there. He really only gets mad whenever he sees me with you, I think."

I frowned. "Wolves tend to do that without really realizing it. I can't blame him though."

Gerrard shook his head. "I don't mean that he's going all bared fangs at me, nothing like that. He's just always near you, and gets closer to you whenever I'm around."

"I don't know what to say, then." I shook my head briefly. "Well, what do you have planned for us today, oh wise one?" I forced a smile.

Gerrard smiled at that. "Well, I think we ought to get to know each other better... and the best way to do that, or so I'm told, is by listening to music together."

I tilted my head and thought about that. Back home, I had a music note hanging above my bed made out of mirrors, and with it I'd always held the mantra that the type of music someone listens to reflects who they are inside.

Nodding, I turned back to my computer and unplugged the headset. Fiesta was still in the background, but it wasn't making any noise. "I'm up for that."

He smiled. "Pick a song that says a lot about you."

I looked down again, at the keyboard, before pulling up YouTube. "You sure?" My paws were poised over the keyboard, ready to type in the name of my song.

I felt his paw on my shoulder again, and he gave me a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, unless you're not ready."

Shaking my head, I dismissed his worry. "I'll be fine." I looked up at the screen and typed in 'Cosmic Love Florence and the Machine Lyrics', and clicked one of the videos there. I couldn't see, but Gerrard's eyes behind me narrowed slightly.

"Interesting choice," he murmured behind me. I shrugged as the video loaded, and the music began. I took a deep breath and sang along softly, even though no one had asked me to.

"A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind."

My voice rose up a bit in volume as the next verse began. I was sitting up straighter, waiting for the age-old throb of remembering to begin.

"The stars, the moon. They have all been blown out! You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight; in the shadow of your heart."

I took a deep breath and began the next verse. The pain was there, but it wasn't as intense as it normally was. I offered it no resistance, and let it sweep through me unopposed. My voice dropped back down in volume again. The world around me was tuned out, and as far as I was concerned, I was all alone.

"And in the dark, I can hear your heart beat... I tried to find the sound." I got louder once more. "But then... It stopped! And I was in the darkness! So, darkness I became..." I raised my voice louder again, just above normal speaking level. "The stars! The moon! They have all been blown out! You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day! I'm always in this twilight! In the shadow of your heart."

I sighed as an intermission came about, only to drop down in volume as the next verse came.

"I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map. I knew that somehow I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating; you were in the darkness, too! And so I stayed in the darkness with you."

It went on like this, with me completely zoned out and away from everything around me, almost in a trance. When the song ended, I slumped back in my chair, the pain swirling about one final time inside my chest before vanishing back from whence it came.

I nearly jumped out of my chair when I felt Gerrard's paw, which had never left my shoulder, give another gentle squeeze. I turned around, suddenly aware of his presence. His gaze was somber, and I couldn't help but imagine that he knew exactly how I felt.

He gave another gentle squeeze. "Thank you," he said, softly.

I blinked at him. There was something in my eyes. "For what?"

He reached forward and gently brushed the tears off my cheeks, making me blush, as well as shocked that I had begun to cry without realizing it, in front of him of all people.

"May I have a turn now?" He grinned with half his mouth, scooting his chair forward and up behind me.

I nodded, rubbing my eyes to get the rest of those traitorous tears out of there. "Y-yeah," I said, and I scooted my chair back from my desk, allowing him access to my computer.

He quickly tapped something out, and I was glad I had a claw-resistant keyboard cover on my laptop, since Gerrard couldn't sheathe his.

He typed something in, and I leaned forward to look. Still unable to see, I scooted up next to him and read the title of the video he'd clicked. He'd typed 'Tristen and Braken Frame of Mind Lyrics', and the music began quietly.

The dragon next to me began singing sweetly, with a higher tone that belied his deep voice.

_ "For now you can stay. Right here we will play, until somehow you can find a slightly different state of mind. Right here in my arms, away from all harm, you'll be safe from all the flares, although I know you don't care."_ He began humming then, as a small break in the words occurred.

The next bit was a little bit faster than the first, and my ears quirked.

"You can lift your head up to the sky, take a deeper breath and give it time. You can walk the path among the lines with your shattered frame of mind."

_ _ He glanced over at me once, then, and we made brief eye contact. I don't know what happened then, but I felt as if I'd been shocked, like what happens when touching metal after walking on carpet every now and then, only it was across my whole body. I jerked back, confused and tingly.

"Instead you could always stay. We can wait right here and play until somehow you can find a slightly better frame of mind."

_ _ He looked back at the screen as another intermission came about, and he was rocking slowly with the beat of the music.

"When they say you will fall, you can reach nothing at all. Hide your tracks beneath the rind of a different frame of mind. Is that what you heard? Broken words in the dirt yelling out, into the sun 'Here we come,' 'Here we come'."

His voice was... so enchanting. So smooth. I wanted to... to curl up next to him and let him do exactly as the song said... just be safe in his arms. I shook my head softly. My body was saying yes, but my heart was saying no. My brain was undecided.

Gerrard took another deep breath, keeping his voice at speaking level as the next verse rolled onto the screen.

"You can lift your head up to the sky. Take a deeper breath and give it time. You can walk the path among the lines with your shattered frame of mind. Instead you could stay. We can wait right here and play, until somehow you can find a slightly better frame of mind.

_ "And when daylight comes through, when the day is anew, then it will be time for a new frame of mind. When all eyes are on you, you will know what to do since you have found your new frame of mind."_

His voice dropped low then, becoming quiet. The accompaniment fell back to a piano striking one chord every measure.

"When you lift your head up to the sky, take a deeper breath and give it time. You can walk the path among the lines...

_ "But always know that you'll be safe. I'll be here throughout your days. Come find me, and we will play..."_

The song ended quietly, with the piano's last chord on the word 'play'. Gerrard looked at me expectantly when it ended.

"Well? What did you think?"

My tongue felt like a brick in my mouth. "I-it was nice... you sound... nice." I stammered. I was fumbling with my paws in my lap, ears down.

He laughed. "I was talking about what you learned from the song, silly... Thank you, though. I didn't want to say anything, but your voice isn't bad, either."

My black fur hid my blush. "Th-thanks." My tail coiled sinuously through the air behind me.

A moment of silence passed between us.

After a while I finally spoke up. "Hey... Gerrard?"

He turned to look at me. "Hm?"

I turned to face him, then. "I... I want this. Us. To be a thing, you know? But I don't think my heart could handle it... Whenever I think about it, I just think back to how these feelings, which feel really, really good, led to something that felt worse than dying... and I just..."

He smiled softly. "I know. I won't give up, though." I looked up at him, and into his eyes. Their gentle green was soothing.

I looked back down at my paws again, fumbling in my lap. "I think there are better people out there for you, who wouldn't be this hard to work for," I said darkly.

He sighed. "Once again you seem to have forgotten that there exist people in this world who feel happy when they help other people. I think you used to be one of them, too, before that asswad broke your heart. I want to do this, Axio. Look at me, okay?" I tilted my head up to lock eyes with him again. He fixed me with the most serious expression I had seen him ever make.

"I want to do this, Axio. Understand? I want you to feel good. I want to be the one who helps you feel good. I want to help you."

My eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit or mistrust. All I found was pure sincerity within those dark green, emerald pools.

I broke the gaze once again, looking at my paws once more. I felt the urge to scowl and brush him off, to make him leave my room for what he now had the potential to do to me. But I simply said "Okay," and laid my ears against my head.

"Hey now," he chastised me playfully. He put his paw on my head and rubbed me behind the ears. "What did I just say about wanting to make you happy? Keep looking like that, and you'll have me feeling like all I do is make you sad!"

I reflexively tilted my head up into the paw scratching behind my ears, my mane fluffing out as a purr blossomed in my throat. About three seconds into the lovely ear-scratching, though, I realized what I was doing and opened my eyes, blushing madly before turning around, arms around myself. It wasn't the panic, nor was it the pain, it was the bright little flower that was the root of what had harmed me.

Affection. Unaccompanied by any of the maladies that normally ailed me upon feeling it.

Gerrard drew his hand back as my purring ceased. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He pulled his paw close to his chest, out of guilt, maybe.

I shook my head, keeping my back to him. "N-no... it felt... good. And I didn't feel bad at the same time for once... I don't understand it, but I felt nice. It just startled me."

He tentatively reached out again, only to stop halfway, then draw back a little. "Do you... do you want me to do it again?" He sounded just as uncertain as I did.

I thought for a moment. Letting him get close would allow him to hurt me as I'd been hurt before... But I just looked into his eyes and saw absolutely nothing that would indicate he had any intentions of hurting me. But then again, my first love had never looked like he wanted to hurt me, either. Even though Gerrard just confessed he wouldn't give up, it was all just too similar.

The dragon behind me let his paw fall down to his side, and I heard it fall back into his lap. I decided I would trust him, since he already trusted me.

"Can..." My voice was quiet. "Can you? Please? It felt," I paused and swallowed the lump in my throat, "really nice, actually."

I heard the chair behind me creak softly as the dragon leaned forward, and then the feeling of fingertips behind my ears, gently scritching. The purr rose up from my throat again, and it felt like warmth was flowing through me for the first time in forever. I had been meeting with Gerrard every day to try and help get rid of my aversison to affection, but we had never made any headway. Not like this.

Soon, I had my head leaned back into his paw, and my tail was circling in happy loops behind me as I closed my eyes, letting those gently working fingertips caress my ears and scalp. I purred, almost moaning in delight as he continued his ministrations, and I felt my sheath open up, letting my member drop from it halfway and begin to harden up. I was completely oblivious as the dragon set about with his other paw, working on each ear individually while I became almost lost in it.

My maleness strained against my jeans, and I had absolutely no idea until I heard Gerrard sniff behind me.

"Uhm, Axio. Feeling a lil happy there, buddy?" He laughed and stopped massaging my head. "Smelling a lil musky there."

I opened my eyes and looked down, noticing the front of my pants had a small wet spot on it, from where my confined malehood was beginning to leak. I immediately blushed so intensely, I thought for sure that the dragon would have been able to feel the heat radiating from my ears, had his paws remained there.

I stammered. "I-I, uh... That... hasn't happened in a long time." I put my paws over my lap, remaining turned around from the dragon. "I don't know why I just suddenly... boned up.."

The dragon laughed again. "That's fine. Must mean you really enjoyed it... and I mean really enjoyed it." He grinned and reached forward to stroke my sides, but stopped himself before realizing it probably would not have helped retain any of the ground we had covered today.

I shifted uncomfortably, my problem only seeming to get harder between my legs. We remained silent for a bit.

"So. Uh. You wanna... y'know. Do anything with it?" Gerrard asked, and I turned my upper body towards him, eyes wide. he was scratching the back of his neck nervously, and it was at that moment I realized that my own lion musk wasn't the only thing in the air. Gerrard's scent had gotten much more... animalistic, and I chanced a glance down to see that his track shorts were bulging, too. Quite obscenely, as a matter of fact. He blushed, and I quickly looked away again.

"I... Yes, but... I don't think..." I was still stammering. He got the message, though.

"Right. Not yet. Had to ask, though." He smiled, and I could hear in his voice that he was slightly embarrassed, too.

"R-right." I nodded, ears folded back and mane fluffed up now, not out of pleasure, but out of shame.

We sat there awkwardly with our budding erections, although mine was almost painfully cramped in my tight jeans, without saying anything.

"Would you mind--" I began.

Gerrard quickly got up, knowing what I was going to say. "N-no, not at all! I wouldn't mind, I mean." He put Yeager's chair back and put a paw on the door. I glanced at him once and regretted it. His bulge was huge. I looked away.

"S-see you later?" He asked.

I nodded quickly. "Yeah... later today. I'll find something to occupy Yeager while we're together."

He replied awkwardly to that. "Sounds great. I'm, uh... just gonna dip on out of here now."

I waved, not looking at him. "Bye."

I heard the door behind me open, and the large dragon's presence left the room. My door closed, and I waited for an agonizingly long count of ten before quickly undoing the button and fly on my pants where I sat, only remembering at the last second to undo the clasp above my tail before yanking my pants off, freeing my seldom-seen malehood.

I pulled down my black boxer briefs and stared at it, almost mystified. It had ignored any and all stimulation for the past three years, staying inside my sheath no matter what I tried to do... it was bigger since the last time I'd... well... seen it. Much bigger. Maybe what they said, about how jerking off in your teenage years prevents your cock from growing, was true. I shook the thought from my head and focused my gaze upon my tool again.

I just sat there, panting as my musk filled the room, staring at my erection for a long while, seeing it gently throb in time with my heartbeat, albeit lagging behind just a little. A drop of pre eased its way to my tip and rolled down the bottom of it, and I almost purred.

My ebony tool, when I had last checked it three years ago, had been around six inches in length, as well as one and a half in girth. Its color, much like my paw pads and my nose, as well as my lips, were one shade darker than my already almost black fur, if that was even possible. Regardless, it stood out easily against the background, and I wondered if it really was mine.

I looked over at the door and got up, erection bobbing heavily with my steps, balls swaying with their weight, and locked the door before walking back and sitting in my chair. I had known that my balls grew in the time since I'd last pawed, but I attributed it to not seeing any action. But as I reached out and grabbed my slick, ten inch shaft, I moaned and tilted my head back, realizing that my pair of cub-makers had simply been growing along with their larger counterpart.

I gave one swift pump along what I guessed was a two and a half inch girth and moaned, arching my back as my paw pads brushed along my sensitive barbs. I felt an almost forgotten sensation at my sheath, and reached down to stretch it slightly, drawing it down as my knot popped out.

My family wasn't purely feline. A few generations ago, one of my more recent ancestors mated with a wolf and had cubs. I had an almost completely leonine body, save for my equipment, which had that one little extra thing on it. Well, that, and the shaft looked primarily canine as well, except it tapered slightly and had those fleshy feline barbs on it.

I grunted softly and grabbed behind my knot, nearly curling up in surprise as my cock worked out a small spurt of pre and I saw stars. I was so sensitive... so horny...

I relaxed and slowly brought a precum-slickened paw up my length, shuddering in delight at the sensations I had missed. My thoughts turned to Gerrard, who was responsible for this 'rediscovery', and I unabashedly thought of him, naked and posing for me. I licked my lips, paw stroking slightly faster as I imagined those perfect muscles above me, around me, pressed right up against me.

His bulge had been huge.

I shuddered again and closed my eyes, imagining the studly dragon without pants... then without boxers. I let my imagination play with it a bit... External balls? Internal? Sheath? Slit? I moaned softly and ran my paw against my soft barbs, eliciting another squirt of precum from my length. I settled on sheath and external, just because I thought it would be easier... now... size. I felt my tailhole instinctively clench as I thought of just how _big_the dragon probably was.

Twelve inches? No, his bulge was much bigger in comparison to mine... Fourteen? Maybe, but still not doing that bulge justice, I thought. I took my free paw and began rolling my orange-sized fruits about in my palm, stopping to marvel once at how full my paw felt when trying to grasp both of them.

I settled on imagining Gerrard with a very flattering member... nearly a foot and a half long, and at least a quarter of that in girth. I shuddered, whimpering as I thought of it against me, of Gerrard thrusting his huge length against my own, before grinning and putting me on my hands and knees in front of him. He drew his paw up and down his length once, twice, collecting the precum at the tip before putting a finger into my tailhole, quickly followed by another to work that precum deeper into me, and lube me up.

I bit down on my shirt, putting two of my own fingers up my tailhole just to make it feel more real. I whimpered, tail coiling in the air as I imagined the dragon smirking down at me, then grabbing me about the hips, placing his massive cock inbetween my cheeks and thrusting playfully, hotdogging my rump a bit before finally drawing back.

In my imagination, Gerrard drew back, lining himself up with my tailhole before leaning forward, laying his body on top of mine and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. He thrusted forward then, gently, and I imagined the pressure, the struggle to get that four inch thick tool inside my tailhole. Finally, the tip slipped in, and I imagined how far I had to stretch just to hold the tip within me. He thrusted forward slowly and gently, pumping my insides full of precum as he slowly bred me.

My paw was a blur, stroking my canine/feline -- caline -- member at a furious pace, precum leaking from the tip at regular intervals, and sometimes even leaving the tip with such force as to become airborne and land on my chest and neck. Almost on instinct of knowing what a huge mess I'd make, I withdrew my fingers from my tailhole and put both my paws behind my knees, folding my body in on itself. I opened wide, and was barely able to fit the tip of my cock inside, it was so thick.

My feline flexibility let me slowly sink down the length, the tip pressing against the back of my throat as I willed myself forward, gulping it down with a swallow. I took one of my paws and grabbed behind my knot as hard as I could, imagining Gerrard pounding into my well-worked and well-stretched tailhole, imagining the bulge in my stomach from his length when he thrusted into me, and came.

My cock spasmed, and I nearly pulled off as my first shot of musky cum shot right down my throat, startling me. I only closed my eyes and somehow found a way to sink even lower, taking another inch into my throat as my cock continued to spasm. I shot rope after rope of cum into my throat, swallowing it down as a little bit found its way to my tongue, and I tasted it. Muskier than my cock, it was decidedly delicious, and I pulled off enough to let my cock empty out into my mouth. It was almost a big mistake, however, as two spurts from my cock nearly overflowed my mouth, and I had to gulp like a madman just to get it all down in time for the next wave.

I sat there, folded in on myself and guzzling my own cum for the better part of a minute, and by the time my orgasm finally petered out, I pulled off of it and laid back, panting loudly, leftover cum dripping from my lips and tongue as I panted. My cock was against my stomach, drooling the tailend of my orgasm all over my abs, which had a very slight amount of paunch from the amount of cum I had just ingested. My mind vaguely wondered how on earth I had managed to produce that much, before a sound near my door made me roll my head to look in that direction.

It had been the sound of keys dropping onto the ground from someone's paw, and I simply stared at the open-mouthed Yeager that was in my doorway, before finally registering that I was naked, hard, and probably almost covered in cum.

"Uh..." I began, moving to try and cover myself up.

" Holy shit!!"

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Axio's Playlist, along with the two songs referenced in this story, can be found here.

I intended for it to help personify Axio as a character, since I am of the belief that listening to the music that someone else likes is a great way to get to know them. It's here for your benefit because of that. Hope you like it.