Waking up
#2 of Sequence
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WARNING! White-hawt dragon-on-otter sex ahead!
Trevor awoke in a strange bed, in a strange house and to the sound of running water. His first instinct was to panic and find a way out, but he suppressed it. He lifted his head from the bed to look around. He was in an apartment, decorated with an abundance of modern wall art. He saw a few deep gashes in the wall near the hallway.
Memories and pains from the previous night flashed through his mind and body. He let his head fall back down with a groan. He then dragged himself out of bed and went to where he was stripped of his clothes. He searched, but after ten minutes of it, he gave up. He shook his horned head and turned around, almost walking into Laurel.
"Good morning." She said, hugging him. He hugged her back, amazed that she wasn't kicking him out. "Here" She said, handing him a towel. "Go shower, your covered in yourself." He looked down at himself, and he was indeed covered in himself. He took it, said thanks and went to the shower.
He took off the bandages from last night. His nose was bruised around the cut, and the kicks were as well. He winced as he took off the larger bandage on his wing. That slash looked like hell. He wouldn't be flying on it for some time.
Trevor started the shower, hottest it would go. As soon as it reached it, he stepped under. It felt wonderful, but he wished it could go hotter. He found a bottle of body wash for him. It was even a dragon formula. He cocked an eyebrow, a little freaked out. Not like he didn't like having it.
He poured some onto his paw, and then worked the metallic gel into lather. He scrubbed his scales and plates with it. They glowed when he was done; making his already shiny red scales and plate shine brighter. He washed all the dried cum off him, and then carefully washed his wings. Rinsing off, he turned off the shower and dried off.
He wrapped the black towel around his middle and opened the door. Steam billowed out like hot fog into the hall. He walked into the living room to find his clothes waiting for him, a note on them. It read:
Sorry I couldn't stay. My family called. Some sort of party. I hope to see you again. L
He read this as he slipped into his now clean clothes. He found his cell under his clothes. He flipped in open to find a text message. It was her number. He smiled and saved it. Then a new message came through. Opening this one, he cursed.
It was a reminder from his friend. He had a dentist appointment in forty five minutes. He opened the front door, and with a moment's hesitation, locked the little lock in the handle. He didn't know what else to do.
He ran down to the lobby of the building, trying not to trip over his own feet. He walked to his bike, parked not far away. When he reached it, he entered the combo to the box on one side and got his keys and helmet. He slid it over his face and buckled the little clip in the back, then shut the box. He mounted his BMW, started it and folded his wings as close as they would go, getting a twinge of pain from his ripped wing in response. He rolled the bike back from the curb and revved the engine. Smiling at the familiar sound, he took off down the street.
Waiting was never Trevor's strength. He forgot all about the appointment, and didn't bring anything to do. He did, however, enjoy looking at an otter that walked in. For half an hour he stared at the mammal, who never noticed. Trevor didn't mind.
Trevor snapped back to reality when he heard his name. The dentist was ready for him. He nodded and got up, following the assistant to his area. He signed a few papers and then sat in the chair. He slipped his tail through the hole in the back first, so he could sit comfortably. This was a routine cleaning, so the butterflies in his belly had been grounded.
The dentist, a small, old arctic fox, came first, which was weird. Usually they didn't see each other until the end. "Trevor, I need to do a little work on one of your teeth. Seems it got broken in a fight?"
Trevor was surprised he knew that. He did indeed break a tooth a few weeks ago in a different fight. He was surprised the little dentist knew anything like that. He must have read his mind. "One of your friends called us the next day. I said I would take care of it today."
He should have known. His friends were always doing that. They could see right through his masks when he was in pain. "I see. Well, what do you have to do?" Trevor asked.
"I was thinking we just pull it and let a new one grow in. I will have to prop your mouth open, though. It will hurt, and I'd rather not have you kill me if you bite down on impulse." The dentist said with an apologetic look on his face. Trevor laughed. "I understand completely."
"Good. Shall we start right away?" he asked.
"Certainly." Trevor answered, amused.
The assistants brought in a shining metal instrument that looked like a car jack, but smaller. The dentist asked Trevor to open and placed it in the corner of his maw, cranking it to hold his mouth open. He dawned gloves after this and proceeded to reach to the back of Trevor's mouth.
When he pulled the tooth, Trevor though he would break the little winch, but it amazingly held, and the dentist brought out the broken tooth. It looked shattered, and it was a wonder he hadn't felt it until now.
The rest of the visit proceeded without any more surprises. His teeth were perfect, and very little cleaning had to be done. The otter wasn't there when Trevor left, a little disappointing. He walked out to his bike in the parking lot. The otter was sitting on it, talking to himself.
"How the hell does he ride this thing...? He must have a wide v..." The otter looked ridiculous on the custom bike. It had an oversized seat made for him, and lower handles. It looked too big for the otter, and Trevor suppressed a laugh.
"You look ridiculous on that thing, you know." The otter jumped so badly he would have tipped the bike had Trevor not caught it. "I-I didn't... I'm...-"the otter stuttered. He couldn't be more than twenty. Trevor shushed him. "You don't need to be sorry. Nothing bad happened, and it was funny to see you on the bike.
The otter smiled a nervous smile. He had to be scared; Trevor towered two and a half feet over him and had to weigh three times more. Trevor deposited the stuff the dentist gave him into one of the boxes and withdrew his keys and his helmet. Then he drew out a general fits-most helmet and offered it to the otter. "Want a lift?"
The little fur looked delighted. He quickly put on the helmet and climbed on after Trevor. "Hang on, this thing has power." He told the little otter. He gripped Trevor's middle tightly, and Trevor took off.
They went to a few little shops that Trevor liked for food. One made its own teas, and they were all delicious, another made sandwiches from scratch. He bought a few extra loaves of the bread.
Trevor had a nice lunch with the otter, which he learned was named Rick. They talked for a long time, mostly small talk. Rick wouldn't take his eyes off him. Trevor offered a movie, and Rick accepted. They got on the bike again and headed to Trevor's house.
Trevor's house was small, but it worked for him. He wasn't there often, but he had a few things there. A thirty six inch flat screen sat on an entertainment center, an Xbox 390 plugged into it. He had a surround sound system, a little dated but functional. Everything was black, except the carpet, which was white. Trevor threw his keys on the coffee table and went to the library of movies he had.
"Should we watch an action, a comedy a drama or a murder?" he asked Rick.
Rick thought for a moment, trying to think past his libido. "Let's watch an action movie." he said, finally. Trevor shrugged and grabbed one of the classic ‘take over the world' actions and dropped it into the Xbox. He sat down on the couch next to Rick as it started.
About twenty minutes in, Rick couldn't take it anymore. He jumped on Trevor and kissed him. Trevor had been expecting this, but not so suddenly. He returned the kiss fully, however, and when it was over, he said "You are really bad at hiding your emotions, you know that?" then kissed the little otter again.
Rick Was caught completely off guard by the big dragon's response, and felt the beginnings of a boner forming in his crotch. He nuzzled the dragon's throat, and then said "I don't know why I was so attracted to you. But I need you! That much I do know. "
The dragon smiled and pulled rick against him. "Let's do this then" he growled.
In record time, both male had stripped of their clothing. Trevor kept his house at seventy for this purpose. Because when he was here, this happened every time.
He pulled Rick against him again, this time he kissed him deeply. There member's were both fully extended, Trevor's a giant next to Rick's. Rick was only eight inches long and about an inch think, his pink flesh throbbing with anticipation. Trevor grabbed the little otter's cock and slowly started to paw him off. Rick's body went slack, and Trevor seated him on the couch. Rick gasped and jumped a little when the cool leather touched his balls, the temperature change very sudden. His thoughts were drowned in waves of pleasure as Trevor pawed him off.
Trevor stopped and licked Rick's shaft a few time, eliciting gasps as his rough, hot tongue slide over sensitive flesh. He then continued to paw the otter, and sped up. Rick arched his tail and back as he came all over the dragon's face. The dragon grinned as he licked his face clean. Rick knew what happened next, and couldn't suppress a whimper.
He stood up and stared at the dragon member, unknowingly rubbing his belly. "Trevor, I don't know it you will fit..." he started to say. Trevor scoffed. "Nonsense, I will fit. Unless..." Trevor realized something. "You a virgin aren't you?"
Rick was not as surprised as he thought he would be as he nodded. The dragon seemed to know everything about him before he said it. Trevor made a concerned face, but Rick stopping his train of though. "I want this." He said, looking into the dragon's yellow eyes. He took a position on the couch, raising his tail to let the huge dragon in.
Trevor didn't quite feel right taking his position behind the otter, but his dick had other thoughts. He set the pointed tip of his head to the otter's tailhole and asked" Are you sure? This kind of thing can't be taken back." Rick nodded and put his head down, bracing for what was about to happen.
Trevor nodded as well and very, almost agonizingly pushed his way into Rick, who gasped at being penetrated for the first time. A bright red wave of pain, followed by utter bliss assaulted his senses. The first ridge past in, then the second, third for the and finally all five were in. Trevor hilted in Rick and grunted. My god he is tight Trevor thought, pulling slowly back out, making Rick grimace in pain and pleasure at the same time.
Trevor pushed back in and pulled back out slowly. He repeated this a few times, until Rick was stretched out. The whole while, Rick was enjoying and hating the anal at the same time. It was the most painful pleasure he had ever experienced, and it felt so right. As Trevor was thrusting into him, he moaned in pleasure every time a ridge passed into him. The large dragon member inside him was an incredible feeling.
Trevor was fighting to not blow his load early, and slowly fucked the otter. He thrusted a little too fast once, his control slipping and instinct taking over and a grunt of pain came from the otter. He started thrusting faster, control eking away. Rick whimpered at the new speed, and Trevor went deeper and faster. Rick's tailhole and gut burned, but he liked it.
Trevor's control failed completely, and he buried himself in the otter and thrusted with small, short and sharp thrusts. He pumped his seed into the otter with a mighty roar, and Rick felt it. Every time Trevor's cock throbbed, a splashed of hot seed squirted into him, making him pant as his own orgasm hit, spewing the otters seed all over the seat cushions.
Trevor gained his control again, and pulled his member out of Rick with a grunt from himself and a whimper from Rick. Dragon seed leaked from Rick's tailhole, thick and hot. Trevor saw the mess they had made and sighed.
Every time.