Hot or Cold?
Story by Jakealope on SoFurry
Hiya! Another story after a rather long hiatus, so hopefully it's not too much a mess! Appreciate any feedback, and let me know what you prefer: Hot or cold?
Please enjoy!
Hot or Cold?
By Jakealope
S – Can you believe what these guys are saying? Summer is Better!?
D – Yeah, you all say you prefer cold, then you sit inside all winter long by your heaters.
Summer is the best, hands down.
Click-click-clack… click-clack-clack-clack…
J – Not true! I can go outside without sweating my ass off.
You can always add more layers, but you can't remove your fur!
A – I also prefer being too cold over too warm.
S – Cold gang rise up o7
D – Cold mfs when it's winter:
I looked at the cartoon fox shown below the last message. Fur frozen, teeth chattering, and several icicles drooping off their face. On one paw, it was cute picture, but on the other, I was not going to let this random stranger win the hotly contested online argument. No way, not on my watch!
I wasn't the only one. In fact, several other cold enjoyers joined my side to outnumber the opposing voices, but “team heat", as they named themselves, still weren't backing down. No amount of logical reasoning I threw into the mix seemed to stick. It was like talking to a brick wall—a brick wall that also liked to push back for no good reason.
J – Hot mfs when they're having a heat stroke:
I posted a picture of a dog lying face down in a pool of their own drool. Ha! That'll get them—up yours warm weather enthusiasts!
D – Can't hear you from the amount of enjoyment I'm having outside doing outside things. Enjoy your shitty apartment fireplace while I go make a campfire instead.
Oh, and I'm having smores too. You can't have any, sorry.
Thanks for calling us hot, too.
“FUCK THIS GUY!"
A harsh, guttural snarl curls under my every breath. My fingers struck each keystroke with the might of Zeus himself.
Clack-clack-click-clackity-clack… click-clack-clack-clicky-clickaroo…
J – Dude maybe hop off your own dick and you'll see how wrong you are.
D – Lmao did I interrupt you tugging yours?
S – Oh shit dis getting real
A – You done messed up now x.x
J – Wrong gender dumbass
D – Can't handle a little tiddy sweat?
J – I can handle sweat more than you can handle shriveled balls.
D – Really fixated on my junk—you in heat or something?
“This motherfucker right here…"
I prepared to launch into a nuclear barrage of anger-fueled insults but was beaten to the punch by another message from the offender.
D – Maybe I can help you figure out which is truly better...
And without any further explanation as to what he meant, the stranger left the chat room.
A – Ayyy he left, guess we won haha!
S – Cold gang claims another lol
I wanted to cherish the same feeling of victory, but it was a shallow one at best. He'd gotten the last laugh. I looked at the words I'd been nearly ready to post, and suddenly they didn't matter anymore. I deleted them with feelings of disgust. Dude really came in here talking all that shit and left like that.
“Annoying fucker… whatever."
Not caring to stick around anymore myself, I dipped out of the chat room that continued their back-and-forth ranting without me. There was no more satisfaction to be had. That dumbass took it all with him.
I knew I shouldn't let him get to me like that. Yeah, I should brush it off… IF HE HADN'T BEEN SUCH A PRICK ABOUT IT—AAAAND A SEXIST.
Maybe that's the one thing that really had gotten to me. He guessed right—I was in heat.
He was wrong about what I'd said; I didn't mention his dick and balls because I was in heat. They were just good insults! But now he ruined those insults for me and I'd never use them again because he was a FUN KILLER and ran the argument into the ground and—
Well, I suppose I derailed it too…
I sighed out like a balloon being slowly deflated. It was an overall shitty end to the day for me. I was looking to enjoy the start of my weekend, not mope around for the remainder of the night from some stupid argument with a total stranger.
DrakeHawtness.
Even his username sounded every bit as arrogant as he had. Sounded like a drake with his horned head up his own ass, so far up he could probably smell his own bullshit. Dude was probably not even good looking at all. That was just hopeful wishing of my end, at least. If he really was a drake—and judging by his arrogance, it seemed likely—there was little doubt he was just as handsome as almost all his species were.
My eyes are pulled back to the computer screen by a ding! It was a direct message from none other than—
“DrakeHawtness," I muttered, venom dripping from my voice.
The gall of this asshole.
D – Thought anymore about my offer?
What was he talking about? What offer?
Oh yeah. He'd mentioned something—something about helping figure out… something?
J – What are you talking about?
Do I have to block you to stop you from bothering me?
D – Chill. Just an offer I thought you might like. Give you a reason to prefer heat over cold.
J – Yeah, and how are you gonna do that?
There was some time that passed without any response. Maybe he was just looking for ways to goad me further. I wasn't going to be easy prey. Nope, this guy had another thing coming to him if he thought I'd fall for—
Oh.
A drake appeared on my screen. It was a selfie. It was his selfie. That was him, and he wasn't just any common drake. He was a fire drake. No wonder this dude preferred the heat.
Damnit, he was smoking hot, too—no pun intended.
D – See anything you like?
I certainly did. The selfie was only from the chest up, but that was plenty enough to see what the drake was packing: strong shoulders, chiseled pecs, visible biceps. The perfect amount of muscle for my preferences. The drake's burnt-orange scales were paired with a creamier undertone from his chin downwards. His broad, blunt nose looked like a wonderful seat to ride on top of.
Turquoise eyes made me wonder how much hotter his insides must've been. Fire drakes were known for their steamy attitudes, and for their heated foreplay. I'd read that plenty of partners ranked their sexual experiences with fire drakes as one of their best.
On top of his head were only little stubbles of horns, broad enough to barely wrap my hand around, but only a few inches in length. The easiest way to gauge a drake's age was by their horns, and this drake couldn't have been older than thirty. My profile had thirty-four clearly listed in the bio, so he was knowingly going cougar hunting—literally.
Side note: I hate how much I've gotten used to the cougar joke that now I even use it to describe myself. Even when I wasn't a “cougar" back in school, there were still younger classes making me the butt of the joke. Why couldn't have been a jaguar, or a lion?
It was a tough life as a cougar.
Pfft. No, not really. Being a cougar is pretty great.
The only other notable thing about his picture were his big ears. I couldn't even tell how big they were because they disappeared out of shot. The base of his ears took up plenty of head space on each side, the inner parts colored a shade of yellow like I'd seen on a muscle car meant to be shown off. It was a bold look he managed to pull off pretty well—if this was really him. For all I knew, the picture I was goggling at was a top hit on a google search.
I shouldn't even be amusing this rando with anymore of my time. He'd already stolen my enjoyment of a Friday night off. One click would be all that's needed to block him. Would that be satisfying? No, not really, but at least that'd be the end of it.
…But I kinda want to see where this goes.
Nowhere to be and nothing to do. I had the night all to myself. Why not indulge in a little entertainment?
J – I'm listening.
D – Good girl.
Wanna find out if hotter is better?
J – I'm not your good girl, and how do I know that is really you?
D – Don't worry, you'll be good for me soon enough.
Maybe another pic will convince you.
I waited with bated breath for the second picture to come through, and I wasn't left disappointed. In the background was a computer with the current date and time displayed on a browser, but I was hardly paying attention to that, not when there was a thick slab of meat filling up the entirety of my screen. His cock was as vibrant red as they came, and it looked like a scorcher. I damn near felt the heat emanating from my monitor displaying that girthy hammer. Maybe my flushed cheeks were causing those phantom sensations.
D – Like what you see?
J – You're a cocky lizard.
D – Emphasis on the cock.
So is it a yes or a no sweetheart?
Damnit, he was charming, in a bad-boy-who-gets-the-girl kinda way. He had a lot to flaunt and knew how to flaunt it. And flaunt it he did. Who knows how many dick pics he's sent in the past week—better not think about it, actually.
What was I thinking about doing? Was I considering a stranger's attempts to woo me over with some feisty words and a not-so-tactful advertisement of what he's packing? Was I seriously considering a one-night stand, letting him fuck me over every piece of furniture I owned, getting railed by the drake dick until I struggled to stand?
Yeah, I suppose I was.
J – Fine.
When are we doing this?
D – Now.
Address?
I typed out my address into the entry field but hesitated on submitting it. There was no going back after this.
Click.
Now, all I had to do was wait for the outcome of my poor decision making. No last-minute prep was needed. I was plenty ready, in all honesty. Just looking at his pictures had me riled up, no thanks to my bothering heat. I was itching for a taste of that drake's cock, and every second that ticked by was agonizing. It'd been too long, months and a year more, since I'd had someone share my bed. I was a dam ready to burst, and this drake was my chance to open the floodgates.
I heard the pop! of a teleportation spell ring out in the night; I'd once had the unfortunate opportunity of experiencing magical teleportation first-hand—talk about vomit inducing! The sound was muffled by my apartment's walls, but there wasn't any mistaking the twangy noise of the spell's dissipation, or the slight tingling sensation that had my fur standing up on end.
The sound came from the back of the apartment building, not the front, perhaps to keep tonight's events from being interrupted. Drakes were rare enough to see in common public, and even the most egotistical studs preferred their privacy at times. Teleportation was hardly secretive, but many people wouldn't recognize the effects of the spell anyways.
Sure enough, a knock at the back door came quickly after his arrival as I pulled back the blinders to reveal the red scales peeking through the windowpanes—and white scales.
White scales?
Yes there wasn't just one set of eyes looming outside, but two. The drake had plus one'd the fling without me knowing it. Another drake, equally tall like the fire drake beside him but emitting an opposite aura. I was trying not to freak out about letting two strangers into my home. I bet I looked like a deer in headlights, paws rooted to my carpet floor and arms frozen to my sides.
“You gonna let us in or not?"
The fire drake's muffled voice cracked my frozen body into motion. I reached out for the lock and switched it open, and then the door was swinging inwards by the fire drake's own self-proclaimed invitation, so I had to move aside or be plowed over by my guests. Each drake needed to bend over to miss the door's upper frame—not that they did that. Instead they let their ears drag against wood, a soft scraping that continued until their heads cleared the doorway.
They weren't much taller than me, if I didn't pay attention to the added inches of their large, pointed ears, but it still felt like they towered over me. One drake was imposing enough, but two made me feel like an ant overshadowed by a looming shoe, ready to be squashed. And I wasn't even short! At least I was able to get a better look at the surprise plus one in the room's lighting.
His scales weren't quite white—a hint of blue could be caught at the right angle. It reminded me of a thick sheet of ice atop a lake, lightly peppered with snowfall. Unlike his fire drake friend, his coloration was more a calm, muted look. That aura I sensed earlier could now be physically felt, combating with the fire drake's aura: a frigid cold.
Fuck. This is an ice drake.
“Why so surprised?" asked the fire drake, catching notice of my dumbfounded expression. “I told you exactly what I had planned. Tonight, we'll figure out which is better: hot—" he pointed at himself first, and then pointed to his friend. “—or cold?"
“I didn't think you meant it like that!" I backed up further and further, putting space between me and the two magnificent forms filling up nearly all of my living room.
“Come on, aren't a little bit curious? Not everyday that two sexy drakes show up at your back door." The fire drake—sexy drake number one—sat back on his haunches and wrapped an arm around the ice drake. “I told my good friend Sage here that we'd have a bit of fun tonight. Are you really gonna turn away this cute face?"
The ice drake was NOT wearing a cute face. I mean, he was handsome, but cute was not the way I'd describe his face. More like, resting bitch face—with a dash of icy indifference. I might've preferred cold, but not when it came from two sapphire-blue eyes staring me down. In fact, he was staring me down right now, and I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck me or turn me into a six-foot popsicle.
…Please don't turn me into a six-foot popsicle.
Before I could negotiate the sparing of my life, the fire drake was back to talking again, “So where are we doing this? In here? Your bedroom? How big is your bed? Do you have lube? Oh—I'm Jaisan, by the way."
“Uhm… my name is Jasmine."
Jaisan nodded. “Cute name. Don't you think so, bro?"
“It's nice."
The first thing this drake said, and he comes up with it's nice? It was impossible to decide if this was Sage's worst idea of spending a Friday night, or if he was just a horrible conversationalist. On the plus side, I wasn't encased in a block of ice yet.
“We can uhm… the bedroom—the bed would probably be the best. It's a queen size."
“Cool—I mean, scorching hot. Get it? Cause hot is better than cold?"
“Yeah, we get it," said Sage, rolling his eyes at the joke. Yeah, he was definitely pulled into this mess with both paws kicking.
Not wanting to sweat anymore under their gazes, I guided them to my bedroom—not particularly difficult to find, since it was a one-bedroom apartment. Not knowing what else to do, I wave both my hands over my bed, like I'm showing off some luxurious accommodations to my honored guests.
“Ooh, very nice," Jaisan cooed. He pressed a paw into the mattress top. “This'll work. Sage, you wanna go first or second?"
“First, please."
“Suit yourself bro."
God, I still couldn't believe this was happening. I was about to experience both extremes. Icy to dull the pain, hot to relax it away… Why the fuck was the Icy Hot slogan stuck in my head. Now is not the time!
I gestured to my clothes. “Should I…"
“Yeah. You should strip for us, that'd be a good way to start," Jaisen interrupted.
Both the drakes were now sprawled out on my bed, waiting for the show to start. Shit—why was this equally a massive turn on and more stressful than standup presentations at work?
I started with my shirt, stripping it off my furred body, showing off my cream-colored chest and creamier belly, love handles and all. I wasn't overweight by any means, but I still had plenty of love to grab onto. I went for the bra, next, thinking I might as well get the top finished before I work my way down. Unclasping the back, I wiggle out of the straps until the bra falls off my boobs.
I looked up at the two drakes. Yup, I certainly had their attention. Even Sage's resting bitch face wasn't so bitchy anymore. Fuck, this was SO weird! A strip show was not exactly on my to-do list this weekend.
I worked my skirt down my hips next, slowly; I figured, as horribly awkward as this was, I might as well put some effort into my part. So I took my time with it: A thumb hooked into each side. Turning for a nice side profile. Pulling down the backend first. They were captivated by the strained elastic band, waiting on bated breath until they were rewarded with two cheeks spilling out into view, pink panties trapped between.
Now I really seemed to have their attention—and by that, I meant down below. Yeah, I could see some tapered rockets poking out between legs. Obviously I must be doing something right.
That did clue me in on their personalities some more, though it wasn't particularly surprising what I found out: Jaisan was of course unashamed about his arousal. As soon as he was showing a red tip from his sheath, his forepaw was there to greet it. Damn egotistical fire drake was stroking himself off to my little show. Then there was Sage's bashfulness. I only caught one peek at his baby-blue tip before it was hidden away from sight. Perhaps the drake's icy exterior was also hiding a softer side…
I finished removing the skirt—not without a dramatic, ninety-degree bend at the hips—and was left with one final article of clothing. I considered removing them as well, and thought that I shouldn't. No fun for me to do it, not when I have two strong drakes that could take care of me instead.
Oh yeah, I was really getting into this now.
“Liking what you're seeing boys?"
“Plenty to like," rumbled Jaisen. A digit continues to circle his growing member, slick with his juices, as his eyes stay keen on my body. Sage's gaze doesn't stray either; there's a hungry look to them, even if he tried to hide it.
I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pull them down, just enough to let them peek underneath. “You didn't come here only for than a show… so who wants to warm me up first?"
“You'll be anything but warm if I start," answered the ice drake.
“Hmm. That's not such a bad idea." Jaisen's tail flirted against Sage's flank, the fire drake nodding to his own grandiose plans. “Sage can go first—not that I'll be left out. You'll be filled up at both ends, spit roast style. No better way to decide which is better—which is gonna be me, by the way—than getting the full experience."
I nodded in agreement to his suggestion, swallowing down my nerves as I did so. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't the least bit nervous. A mixture of excitement and worry fluttered in my belly; excited to feel their monster cocks inside me. Worried at how it'd feel to have their monster cocks inside me.
I'd never taken anyone close to as big as they were. The closest I'd come is with a toy, and while it was larger, there were still several inches separating the silicone toy from the real deal. Fuck, those things would probably break her mind as quickly as they'd break her body. Maybe she was in over her head. But the bragging rights of fucking a dragon—
“Don't keep us waiting, kitty."
“Don't push your luck. I'm not your kitty."
The fire drake's throat vibrates from a guttural growl. I wondered if I'd pushed my luck, but then I realize: he's laughing. “Grrrhh. I knew I'd like you. Needed to find that spicy attitude you showed to me earlier tonight." Jaisen flopped his body down towards the foot of the bed. His head loomed an easy foot over mine, and the smile on his snout, showing off two rows of razor-sharp teeth, was enough to have my fur on end. “But we aren't going to be polite. We're sure as shit not going to be gentle. Because we're dragons. We won't hurt you, but you'll need thicker skin to handle us. Think you have that, kitty?"
They both looked at me with a creeping interest in the gleam of their eyes. I thought about what he said. I thought about how they would've loved to watch me squirm, like they've probably watched others squirm after telling them the same, word for word. It was a rehearsed act. I felt right about that, somewhere in my gut. They were looking for a bent over bitch with plenty of holes to fill. I could fall in line, be that mouth and cunt and asshole they were looking for, or I could… not. Maybe I could simply refuse. Maybe I could take these two showy, puffed-up drakes by surprise.
So they wanted thick skin? I'll give them thick skin.
“No."
“…No?" Both their heads tilted, and Jaisen asked again, “What do you mean, no?"
“I mean, nope." I crossed my arms under my breasts. “And in case you didn't hear me still: FUCK. NO." Feeling myself, I tacked on, “In fact—about instead of me needing thick skin, you two thin out your scaly hides and listen to me."
The two drakes seemed, just as I expected—and desperately hoped for—completely thrown for a loop. Sage looked from behind to his buddy, while Jaisen stared on silently.
“No complaints about that? Good. Cause I'm going to need you boys to fetch me something before we start…"
They heard my request with mildly panicked expressions, but they weren't able to hide their erections from telling me the truth. I was in command now, and they'd become my whelps for the evening. They'd do as I asked of them, and even as I led them outside—the front door, so that anyone walking or driving by would catch a peek of their dangling sex—to teleport away, I knew they'd be back. They wouldn't stay away, they couldn't. Not with how strongly they smelled of arousal.
Sage was back first. I accepted the bag of goodies from his mouth, not without patting him on the head and calling him a good boy for doing what I asked. The drake's scales might've still been cold to the touch, but it seemed I'd warmed up his demeanor to be much more compliant. He still kept his thoughts secret, and I decided to gamble for the second time tonight. I took one of crystalline horns into my freed hand, just the right size to guide the drake between my legs, and set the bag on top his head to peek take a look inside.
“Yes, perfect. Just what I needed for you boys."
Jaisen arrived shortly after I'd finished adorning Sage's new fashionwear: a thick, bright blue collar, snug tight enough around his neck so that it wouldn't dare slip, and clipped to a leash I kept a firm hold on. The Fire drake didn't hide his giddy excitement nearly as well as the ice drake. One curl of my finger had him drawn to me, waiting for his collar to be secured next. It was a pink collar, just as I'd requested. I thought it high time someone knocked the cocky bastard down a few pegs; the bright, girly color did a wonderful job of doing so, decorating his hide quite adorably.
Of course, I was ignoring what he'd brought me. Investigating the bag, I smiled at the contents. “Let me get dressed boys, and then we can have our fun."
The ice drake's head was removed from my snatch—I had to admit that his chilled tongue was a hell of a sensation as it explored inside me—and I stepped into my bathroom. My new wardrobe was perfectly fitting, wouldn't require removal afterwards, and looked damn sexy on me. The cougar I saw in the mirror had me feeling some kinda way; the thick-threaded fishnets that adorned my legs and arms were exactly what I'd been looking for.
With both of my boys leashed, I led them back to where we'd left off: my bedroom was now under my control, and the two whelps I invited into it were to play by my rules.
I pointed to Jaisen first. “Up on the bed. Yes, now lie on your back. Good boy." I hopped on the bed too, laying my back on top his barreled chest, calling for Sage next, “I want you on top of me, cutie. Come on… Yup, just like that. Don't sit down yet." I applied a generous amount of lube to both hands, and reach down to the twin spires of red and blue awaiting my touch. “There we go. Need you big boys prepped for me. Don't want your dommy mommy to have any discomfort, do you?"
“No," they both replied.
“No, what?"
“No, mommy."
“Good boys. Here, hold on to these for me, will you?"
I wrapped the end of Sage's leash around Jaisen's mouth, looped twice and tucked in so it wouldn't get away, and did the same for Jaisen's leash. The two drakes were forced a bit closer together than what I think they would've preferred from the bindings. I disagreed, thinking a little friendly bonding would go a long way.
I looked down between my legs again. It was time for my first test of strength tonight; getting these two massive cocks inside me without passing out in the process. I spread a few more handfuls of lubricant along their lengths and at my entrances, then sent out a silent prayer before lining up the first of two.
Jaisen huffed at the feeling of his member slipping into my puckered rear, an inch, then a few more. I coaxed him along slowly, not allowing him a chance in the driver's seat; the dumbass likely would've stuck it in all the way by now, completely disregarding how I'd feel about that. He'd learn tonight about how to properly please a woman.
The inches inside were blazingly hot, hotter than my insides knew what to do with. In some ways, it felt good—a relaxant to my clenching muscles. In other ways, it had me wanting to break out in a pant, stopped only by the lovely chill of the ice drake's hide rubbing against me. Needing something to distract myself from the fullness of my tailhole, I grab a hold of Sage's length and rather unkindly shoved it inside my pussy.
The shock of frigid cold was enough to take my breath away at first. “Hwoahlyshit! Ahh-auhhh… fuck… that's—not something I'll ever get used to, whew…" Sage growled in response, something of a mewl lost in the rumble, and I reach up to stroke his neck. “Fuck me, that's a nice feeling though—once it's in. The hot and cold together… yesss, just like that boy, keep pushing. Both of you, fuck mommy good!"
I lay my head back on the warmth of the fire drake below me, squeezing the ice drake's slender neck tight with both arms. I didn't need to baby them along anymore. My boys knew exactly how to please mommy; both of their hips began thrusting in a near-perfect unison. My toes curled, lips snarled, eyelids squeezed shut…
Two cocks slorped in and out of my gaping holes. Several inches devoured over and over, more inches reaching my depths as I opened up for them more. Now they were fucking me exactly how I asked for, and damn did it feel amazing. The plap! plap! plap! of their heavy balls echoed against the four walls, intermingling with the growls of their pleasure, the squeals of mine, and the hard fucking my pussy and asshole were taking.
“Come on boys… is that all you've got…! I thought—aahhhn—I thought I told you to fuck mommy with everything you've got!"
I tugged hard on both their leashes, right in the middle, bringing their heads together into mine. Together we made a symphony of heavy breathing against one another's muzzles, with my tongue bathing their snouts in wet kisses. I wanted them to hear how much I craved them. I needed them to shower me in affection delivered by bruises and sores that told the story of a good fucking.
“Come on, don't stop! You can do it babies… you need to make mommy cum hard!" My body bounces, rocks with theirs, pounded mercilessly by their shafts. I wonder how close they are to bottoming out—just thinking about them burying themselves balls deep inside me was such a turn on! “I'm close… so close boys—fuck! Make me cum! Mommy needs to finish! Anhh, ahh! Yeah, oh fuck yesss!"
I muffled my initial whines, then screamed out the rest into the air, my orgasm rolling through me like an unstoppable wave. My body spasms. My spine arches. I fight for fresh air in my lungs. And in those final, lingering moments of my climax's high, I knew they were on the edge already, tipping over the point of no return—and I'd always been told that dragons have an orgasm like you've never experienced before, but to hear it in person…
The drakes' bellowed roars, even stymied by the leashes, was enough to rattle the walls. I felt it all through them, and just about came a second time right then and there. Then I felt it: globs of dragon seed pumped inside me. So much of it, too much to fit, drooling out my openings as more was dumped inside. I could feel it, unlike anything I'd ever felt before—and when they finally stopped rutting my backside, when their balls emptied and their dicks pulled out, the potent cum I'd been overflowed with now overflowed from me. My crotch and my bed were painted in white ropes of their jizz. All of it for me…
“Mmm… that was so, so good. Amazing… my boys did what they were told; you made mommy feel so damn good!"
…
“Oh. Whoopsies! Let me get you boys untangled," I said, reaching for their leashes. The drakes stretched their jaws a bit, Sage hopping off Jaisen and I, and I wondered what exactly was on their minds. I sat up on the chest of the fire drake, looking at the two of them. They exchanged a look I didn't understand. Suddenly I was nervous—had I gone too far? Done something to piss them off?
And then a pair of tongues slathered my face in a bath of sweet kisses.
“Ach! Hey, okay! Okay, yes, mommy loves you too, but knock it off—hah!"
I continued to be bombarded with ticklish licks across my fur, and I hug each of them against my chest, unbelievably happy and unbelieving overall at how well this night had turned out.
But… the night wasn't over just yet.
“You boys ready for round two?"
S – Look who came crawling back
D – Not crawling back
S – But you did leave that way, with your tail tucked between your legs XD
D – I bet you wish I was tucked deep under your tail
J – Behave.
D – …Fine
J – Good Boy.
S – LMAO WHAT
A – wth is happening O.O
J – We worked out our differences, isn't that right?
D – Yeah, you could say that we found some common ground.
J – We learned that picking sides is a bit… lame. Sorry cold gang.
A – You've been converted????
S – AIN'T NO WAY
J – No, not converted. Just learned that we shouldn't fight about our differences, but rather share them.
Hot and cold, together.
S – Bro what Kool-Aid are you sippin'
A – Seriously that's such a lame thing to say
Like what, do you mean Spring and Fall are the best?
J – I wouldn't look that deep into it.
Just something I figured out from our new friend here.
Maybe we could whip up a “demonstrational" video that'll be more convincing.
D – NOOOOO
J – Hush.
A – Uhh alright
S – Why is demonstrational in quotes???
J – Just take my word for it.
Not Hot OR Cold.
Hot AND Cold.
Trust me.