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Max, the anthropomorphic border collie, padded out into the living room of the apartment he shared with a non-anthropomorphic dragon named Timothy, or just plain Tim, the canine's expression one of consternation. For the past couple of months at least, the dragon begged off his share of the bills, the phrase, 'I'll pay you back!' seeming to echo endlessly about the place. Max, having been smart enough to prepare thoroughly for such things, had a small amount in his savings account, meaning he had the finances to cover emergencies like this. Problem was, that amount was getting smaller every day, his budget not enough to cover the whole cost of the bills, the whole reason Max went the roommate route.

The dog fwumped down onto the couch, still lost in thought. It didn't make sense. The dragon had a job that paid him well, and was able to cover his share of everything the first year or so, but then, quite suddenly, seemed to be missing funds. Even though he didn't like confrontation, and the idea that money problems can be the death knell to a friendship, Max had no choice but to confront Tim about this. If the border collie had to cover rent again, Max would not have enough even to pay the power bill.

Max perked up upon hearing the door open. In padded the dragon. He was rather large, easily standing taller than Max, despite being non anthropomorphic. His scales shone nicely, blue in color, enclosing his lithe frame, a frame obviously built for flying, highlighting the musculature under them nicely when the dragon moved about. Typical dragon features were part of Tim, from large, bat-like wings on his back, to a tail nearly prehensile in nature, all adding to an image that Max surreptitiously enjoyed, being gay like Max was. Max had to keep his oogling secret, though, because Tim firmly denied being gay himself. Mayhap the way Max enjoyed this male living with him was part of the reason for his reluctance to bring up the problem, but, still, the border collie steeled himself for the talk.

"Er, hello, Max," Tim said. Having lived with Max for some time, Tim was no longer started by the border collie's tendency to wander about the apartment dressed only in a bathrobe and even at random view of the dog's equipment. Even if the dragon wasn't into males, Tim was very open minded about things. Besides, he knew that he was in no position to complain even if he wanted to, owing the border collie so much.

Max sighed, transmitting his distress. "Hi, Tim. I didn't want to do this to you, but I have to. I just can't afford to cover your half of the bills anymore. You're going to have to start paying your share."

Tim growled softly, frustration at letting Max down in their agreement boiling to the surface. "Don't you think I know that already! I'm trying to get the money that I owe you, but it's not working out like I want! You think I like crawling to you to plead about paying bills? I'm a dragon! I'm supposed to have more dignity than that!"

"I sympathize with you, honest," Max said, holding his forepaws up defensively. "I'm just stating facts here."

Tim huffed, then sighed, frustration fading as fast as it came up. "I just don't know what to do anymore." He looked Max in the eye. "I'm having problems with gambling. I'm not... not strong enough to pull myself away. I know I should stop, I know it's a scam, but I keep feeling 'one more time', 'one more time'." Tim flopped dejectedly next to Max. "I even tried those toll free help lines, but they just aren't working for me. I even thought of hiring a psychologist, but, well, money."

Max blinked a few times, most of his questions answered. "But.. but I'm training to be a psychologist, my specialty in addictions. Of course I would help you for free! Why didn't you say anything before?"

The dragon fidgeted. "Honestly, I doubt your methods. Hypnosis strikes me as some sort of stage show, meant for entertainment purposes, not for serious problems like this."

"Now, that's not true. Otherwise I wouldn't be working to be certified as one in that particular area." Even as he said it, Max knew it wasn't the whole truth. His interest in the field was quite selfish. He wanted to use the ability to hypnotize males into being gay, plain and simple, at least the ones Max deemed a waste on females.

Especially Tim.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Max felt pleased that the opportunity presented itself so suddenly.

Attempting a reassuring voice, Max said, "Look, I'll make you a deal. You let me try the hypnosis thing to cure your gambling problem, and I'll cover the rent again this month. You'll have to pay the rest of the bills, though, but that should be easy once you're not throwing away all your money anymore." When the dragon still looked dubious, Max said, "Look, even you yourself said you couldn't figure out what to do. What can it hurt?"

Eventually, Tim relented. "Oh, all right." He fidgeted some. "So, what do we do now?"

Max stood up. "Be right back," he called as he rushed into his room, surreptitiously keeping his robe from displaying his arousal to everyone. He returned just as quickly, carrying a classic watch on a chain. When the dragon saw this, he quirked an eyeridge in doubt, to which Max responded, "Trust me."

Tim shrugged as the border collie sat in front of him. "I guess I'm supposed to watch the watch..." he paused, smirking, then continued, "... and it's going to put me in a trance?"

"Yeah," the canine responded, "I'm going to say things to you to help you along as well." Max hung it in front of Tim. "Ready?"

"I suppose so."

It took some time, but eventually Tim went from smirking in disbelief to slack-jawed blankness. Once he reached this point, Max went to work.

"Tim?"

"...Yeah..?"

"Listen to me very carefully, okay?"

"Okay."

Max smiled. Tim probably thought the border collie was going to say things like 'You don't want to gamble anymore' and 'The thought of gambling makes you feel disgusted', but Max had slightly different ideas.

"Tim. You still feel the compulsion to gamble, but you never will. If I'm around and you feel the compulsion, you'll tell me." Now for the good part. "If you tell me the compulsion, and I say the word 'Pawslut' shortly after, your gambling compulsion will immediately turn into a compulsion to worship my hindpaws. Do you understand?"

Tim's blank expression turned slightly puzzled as he processed this and he remained quiet for some time, so long that Max thought it wasn't going to work. However, just as Max was going to give it up, Tim's expression went slack again, and he responded with a simple, "Yes."

That positive response made Max groan, his red length sliding out as his arousal climbed several notches, grinding lewdly against the inside of his robe. "Good boy," Max smiled. Now to finish up. "Tim. You're gay. Okay?" It took less time to get a positive response to this. "But you're not open about it, alright? You just won't be interested in females." Another nod. "Most of all, you're interested in me. Your interest is quiet, to the point that you're not even sure about it. The only time you're to act on the sensation is after I say 'Pawslut'. At that time, you will find me irresistible and want to please me as much as you can. You will be a total submissive to me. Whenever you're around me, in private, you'll want to be naked. When I say 'Stop being a pawslut', you'll return to your old self, no memory of what transpired. Okay?"

Once again, Tim adopted that puzzled expression, but this time Max wasn't worried. Moments later, the dragon responded, "Okay."

Max panted softly, pre already jetting up to splat against the inside of his robe, so turned on by the expected fun he was going to have from now on. Still, he knew he had to close things off, to cement them in the dragon's subconscious.

"Very good. Alright. When I count to three, you'll awaken. You will not consciously remember anything I told you. Only in your subconscious will you remember." A nod. "Okay. One... two... three."

Tim blinkblinked, animation returning to his features as he arose from his trance.

"Well?" the canine inquired, laying back on the sofa.

Tim shook his head as if to clear it. "Are you sure it's working? I feel the urge to gamble still." As he said this, he started to take his clothing off, piling them haphazardly next to him until he was fully naked in all his glory. He frowned then, slightly curious why he did that. He never did that before. Well, whatever. He regarded Max curiously. "Dude. Stop waggling that in front of me!"

Max rrred? then laughed. "Oops, sorry. I dunno why that happened!" He gripped his length, ostensibly to hide it under his robe better.

"Ahem. Well, I've been up all night at that damned casino, so I'm going to go take a nap." Tim eyed Max. "It'll give you time to cool off."

Max smirked and nodded. Though he can have all sorts of fun now by saying that key word, he wanted Tim to be well rested for the activities that were sure to come. He briefly thought of jerking off after Tim padded into his room, but decided to edge himself instead until Tim returned, preparing himself for the orgasm, or even, probably, many of them.

Things didn't go quite as planned, though, because, the next thing Max knew, he was snorting awake, the apartment dark. Apparently, the two males slept through the whole day into the evening, and Max's tummy was speaking to him in a rather loud voice.

Despite the less than ethical things he did earlier, Max wasn't a bad dog. Very kind, in fact. As such, after stretching out and finding amusement at still being hard, he went in the kitchen and starting making dinner. He elected hamburgers, because that was Tim's favorite food, and guaranteed to get the dragon's tail out of bed once the smell wafted through the place. And Max wanted Tim out of bed as soon as possible.

Sure enough, once the meat got to really sizzling, the border collie heard the dragon's door opening, and the subsequent padding of Tim's paws as he emerged into the kitchen. There, he sat and yawned, then greeted his roommate. "Hey."

Max beamed at Tim. "Hello, sleepy head. I made your favorite to show there were no hard feelings." 'Except the one I got in my robe,' he added silently. He placed four of the patties on two buns, double cheeseburgers, something else that Tim enjoyed. He set it down in front of the hungry dragon, and settled in across the table from him.

Two huge bites and one of the double cheeseburgers was gone. "You're too good to me," Tim mumbled around chewed burger. "I wish I could pay you back for your kindness."

Max smiled. 'Oh, but you can,' he thought. 'Oh, but you will.' Aloud, Max said, "Aw, don't worry about it. Knowing we can get past this gambling thing is all I needed."

Tim swallowed. "I still dunno that it worked," he admitted. "I still keep feeling I want to go gamble."

"Aw, it's something. Just as long as you actually *don't* go gamble, it's working."

Tim nodded. After that, they just talked about general things, eventually winding up in the living room, Tim seated by the couch as usual, Max sprawled out on it behind the dragon. They watched a movie, something about a fox version of an outlaw, but after that, the pickings were slim.

Max watched Tim secretly through it all, noticing the dragon was getting more and more restless as the night wore on. Finally, Max asked, "Are you okay?"

Tim continued to fidget. "No. I really want to go and try my luck again."

Max nodded slowly, eyes traveling up and down the naked dragon. Suddenly, the border collie lifted his hindlegs and set his hindpaws on Tim, one paw on his chest, one on his muzzle.

Tim reacted alarmingly. "Hey! What're you doing!?" He reached up to grab Max's ankle, the one to the paw on the dragon's muzzle, muscles tensing to yank it off of him.

"Pawslut."

The effect was instantaneous. The angry, indignant expression twisting the dragon's expression vanished into one of vapid greed and lust, the pulling motion suddenly reversing direction, bringing the dog's hindpaw closer to the his muzzle, the dragon's pink tongue sliding out to glide against the appendage, licking from heel to toes in long, repeated maneuvers, both beings groaning helplessly, Tim from the taste and texture, Max from the sudden positive change in mood and the sensation of the wetness against his pads and fur. Max smiled at Tim. "There, better?"

Tim growled as he licked more and more at the hindpaw, sliding his tongue between digits, tongue tip between pads, panting and groaning all the while, barely able to grunt out, "Oh... oh yes, yes! Gods dammit! Raaar!"

Max sighed happily, contentedly, wriggling his hindpaw digits against that tongue, giving it a squeeze each time it slid between them, then trying to clasp all digits around it when his pads were being serviced, the dog's cock standing at full attention, state of arousal as he watched Tim go to town on his paw already enough that his knot was fully engorged.

"Oh, yes, that's a good boy," Max cooed at the dragon, Tim responding with a sideways, rather distracted smile, so much was he concentrating on that paw. Max reached down and gingerly took ahold of himself, careful not to excite himself that he might cum already. He had other plans to do that. He slowly started to stroke himself at the visage under him. Then he noticed that Tim wasn't getting hard. "Aw, draggie not horny?" Max said then. "That's disappointing."

Because of the instructions Max instilled earlier, Tim immediately decided this activity to be arousing, wanting to please the border collie like he was told to. To this end, his sheath swelled and his ebony length slid out to stand at attention, fully hard, all in a matter of moments, earning a chuckle from Max. "Much better."

Tim's only reaction to this was to wriggle an ear, being lost in the absolute joy of slurping on a hindpaw. Deep inside, the dragon felt that any hindpaw would be wonderful, but, again, as instructed, fully prefered that of the dog laying next to him. It was only a matter of time before Tim started taking the digits into his muzzle and sucking on them, at first one at a time, then two, then eventually all at the same time. At first the dragon was content to suckle on the digits all in one group, but soon found himself trying to force more of the tasty hindpaw into his muzzle, the action getting a groan of appreciation from the owner.

Max laid back, watching Tim work at his hindpaw, caught off guard by the enthusiasm the newly minted Pawslut showed for his hindpaw. He just watched the dragon for a little while, adapting to this eagerness, but soon started noticing other things as well, such as the way Tim would pull the paw out of his muzzle, then rub it all over his snout before returning to licking and sucking on it. Inspired, Max moved his other hindpaw up from Tim's chest to his muzzle, curling the digits along the bridge of it, getting an actual whine from the other male. Max grinned and began to stroke Tim's muzzle with that hindpaw, slowly, gently.

Tim apparently wasn't satisfied with that, though. He instantly grabbed that hindpaw's ankle and included it with the other one to be slurped and licked, sucked and deep throated, his eagerness getting the fur all wet in almost record time. The dragon copied all of his movements on the new hindpaw as he did with the original, including the rubbing of his muzzle against the pads. But, since he had the both of them to play with, much to his delight, he sandwiched his muzzle between the two soles, wriggling it quickly back and forth between them, then sliding them off his muzzle back past his cheeks and even onto his horns. Still, the most he did was lick and suck on them, unable to get enough in his current state.

Max smiled blissfully. Finally, after all this time of watching Tim wander around oblivious as to how attractive Max found him, the border collie had the dragon all for himself. That fact nearly aroused him more than having his paws willingly attended to, and all the stimulation from Tim as well as his own stroking already enough to have his chestfur sopping wet with his pre. Naturally, he opened his robe to get it out of the way. Why would he waste that sensation on something that couldn't feel it?

They remained entwined like that for some time, the minutes, or maybe even hours, passing by in a blissful haze, but there was some point along the line where Max decided he wanted more. He pulled one of his hindpaws away from Tim's muzzle, the dragon watching it go with some disappointment, gaze eventually meeting that of the border collie's. Upon catching the dragon's eyes, Max simply pointed down at his throbbing shaft. Instantly, Tim fell on it, starting to lap and slurp at it with as much abandon as he did to the dog's hindpaws. Max smiled and murred, gripping his length and rubbing it about the dragon's muzzle, purposely getting his pre on the scales there, Tim reacting with pleased moans, as was appropriate of a sub like him.

Tim moaned happily as he tasted a cock for the first time, too. Although he didn't enjoy it half as much as he did the hindpaws, the moaning and groaning of the border collie showed that Max enjoyed it immensely, which, of course, made Tim enjoy it just as much as his companion. As pleasant as all this was, it was nothing compared to the sudden feel of Max's wet hindpaws on either side of his shaft, squeezing and grinding against it. It was too much, really, and he found himself humping against them even as he dumped his seed all over the place, arched backwards, muzzle in the air as he came hard, coating the sofa, stroking hindpaws, and even under the tail of the dog under him, his consciousness actually wavering at the power of his climax.

Max snerked softly as he felt the dragon's cock lurch between his sandwiching hindpaws, then cooed softly to himself, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sudden sensations of cum splattering under his tail and, particularly, the feel of cum on his hindpaws, grinding into his pads, between them, and between his digits. That was sure enough to send him over his edge, too, and he started spraying thick strands of doggy cum all over himself, his edging from earlier providing plenty for him, the added feeling of cum splattering on himself also assisting in the power of his climax.

After his initial eruption, Tim nonchalantly returned to licking and slurping at the red rod of Max, his own member still lurching and pouring out his own cum, still ramrod stiff, climax having really done nothing to appease his arousal. He kept on licking the tasty dick, blissful smile widening as it, too, lurched and starting to spray the dog's jizz all over. He watched as Max painted himself with his seed, mrrfing curiously as he suddenly felt jealousy rising through his blissful haze.

Max wearily lifted his head as he heard Tim's mrrf, seeing the envy in his eyes as he watched cum pump on top of the dog. Knowing exactly what to do, and wanting to see the result, naturally, Max grabbed his length and aimed it at Tim, the dragon responding by closing his eyes and holding his muzzle right in the line of fire, moving it only after it was thoroughly coated in the cum, and moving it to expose his neck, then, shoulders, then chest.

Max was only mortal, so he barely had enough to get onto the dragon's chosen targets, but Tim seemed content with what he had. Max watched with pleasant surprise as the dragon started to rub the goo into his scales, delighting in how it made them gleam, the erotic image making his shaft lurch again, drooling out another bunch of cum.

Tim was so engrossed in sliming himself with Max's seed that he almost missed the lone glob oozing out from the dog's shaft. Unhesitatingly, he leaned down to slurp it up, mmming at the taste, just as a proper submissive male should do. Hunger flared up in the dragon then, and he immediately took the tip of the shaft into his muzzle, tongue lashing about the tip for more, causing the dog to squirm, whimper, and whine. Normally, Tim would stop immediately, but the dragon could tell between pained noises and noises that were pleasure disguised as pain.

Too exhausted to continue any longer, Max passed out. Since he was so focused on sucking the dog off, it took some time for Tim to notice this. He awed at the cuteness of the exhausted canine when he did notice, though, reluctantly tapering off sucking Max's shaft and settling somewhat protectively next to the snoozing border collie, pondering on the happenings.

'Huh. I guess the hypnosis did work. I no longer want to go gambling. Instead...' Tim reached over and gathered Max's hindpaws close, hugging them to his muzzle like one would a loved one, then began to lick his cum off them.

After all, he was a good, submissive pawslut.