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Year of the Dragon: Old West Prisoners

By Natsuru

June; Late Nineteenth Century America.

Running along the rooftops of some old, wooden building was a gray furred and brown eyed raccoon. His attire consisted of a brown bowler hat, brown gloves, a seemingly black domino mask, and an orange long-sleeved shirt, with a brown vest over it. Around his neck was a yellow bandana, and he also wore gold trimmed leather boots. Despite not wearing any pants, he sported a belt-like leather holster around his waist, of which he would keep his weapon; a cane that also doubled as a revolver rifle. He went by the name of Tennessee Kid Cooper.

As would be expected about his species, he was a bandit. As such, he was carrying bags of many things he'd stolen. Running along the rooftops was the fastest for him, as he outran the sheriff from down below. Sheriff Fox, and as the name would suggest, he was a red fox - with dark blue shoulder length hair - and the sheriff of the old west town. He wore a cowboy hat atop his head, black gloves, his own leather boots, and a blue long-sleeved shirt with a black vest over it. Just like the other mammal he was chasing after, he wore no pants, but sported a belt-like holster around his waist that held his guns.

“YA DAGNAB BANDIT", Fox shouted. With no hesitation, he pulled out one of his guns, and proceeded to fire shots at the raccoon. Luckily, Tennessee was able to avoid getting hit. A sparkle briefly appeared from his teeth, as he smirked down at the sheriff. Fox let out a low growl in response. “STOP YER RUNNIN, AND PAY FER YER CRIMES, COOPER!"

“Ya gonna have ta ask me a bit nicer, if ya want me ta stop runnin, Sheriff", Tennessee replied. “Ya have ta also stop shootin at me."

“NEVER", Fox shouted again. The vulpine continued to fire shots at the running procyonid; all of which missed. “YA HAVE NO RIGHT TA MAKE ANY DEMANDS TA ME!"

“Hehe!" Tennessee snickered, as he effortlessly jumped to another building. He even ran across some wires with relative ease; all while still avoiding the Sheriff's gunfire. “I gotta say that I'm mighty jealous that my descendant has the luxury of being with Ms. Carmalita, and I'm stuck with her lousy, no good ancestor."

With a smirk, the raccoon remained undeterred, as he continued his fleeing of the other mammal. Compared to the Sheriff, Tennessee had enough energy in him to keep on running nonstop, as he showed no signs of slowing down. Sheriff Fox had to stop to catch his breath; giving the raccoon an opportune time to completely get away from him.

“YEE-HAW! I'm in the clear", Tennessee said with excitement. “Better luck next time, Sheriff."

Even though he was still fleeing, the raccoon was happily celebrating a victory for himself. Unfortunately for him, his minor celebration was short lived, upon noticing the sky had darkened. Tennessee actually came to a complete stop, as he looked up at the sky.

“Well I'll be", he said, as he slightly lifted his hat. “It sure got dark mighty quick."

The darkened sky was the least of his problems, as there was also a sudden electrifying anomaly that appeared in the sky. The raccoon gasped as he gazed up at it, as the anomaly looked like a portal that was all too familiar to him. “Is it possible, that's …" Tennessee muttered.

The portal seemingly expanded a bit, until eventually a figure came falling out from it. A figure that the raccoon wasn't at all familiar with; a dragon not of his time. The portal immediately disappeared, as the dragon; Natsuru Drake, was screaming, as he was hurtling towards the raccoon.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

“WHAT IN TARNATION!?"

Failing to properly react in time, Natsuru had collided with Tennessee; the two having fallen to the ground. The dragon was atop the raccoon's back; both of them groaning in pain. Natsuru slammed a fist upon the ground in both anger and annoyance.

“DAMN IT, SALINE", Natsuru shouted. “This is why your technology is bad. It sent me to some unfamiliar place. NOW HURRY UP AND GET ME BACK HOME!"

Obviously, the dragon wasn't given a response back. All he'd gotten was the wind blowing past him, along with a tumbleweed rolling by. Aside from those, Natsuru seemed to have glanced over the fact he was lying atop of someone.

“Hey uh…buddy!? Do ya mind…gettin' off of me?"

Before Natsuru could even react, a shadow had suddenly loomed over the two. With their eyes looking upwards, the duo were staring into the eyes of Sheriff Fox; the vulpine himself bared his fangs, as he sported a large grin. In what appeared to be an act of kindness on his part, Fox didn't have his guns aimed at the duo.

“Well, well, well; it would appear that the thieving Cooper, has finally been put in his place", Fox gloated. There was an audible groan in response having come from the raccoon's mouth; both from the pain he was feeling on his back, and from being stopped. The vulpine's eyes had then focused on the dragon. “And I suppose I have ya ta thank for stopping this here bandit?"

Natsuru had a single brow raised. From his perspective, he had no idea what had been going on; he only knew that he apparently did a good thing. “Um…you're welcome", Natsuru said in a somewhat confused manner.

“However - seeing as yer some sort of winged reptile - that makes you someone not to be trusted", Fox said. The grin upon his muzzle appeared to seemingly widened; almost as if he took joy in an idea he had. “I'm gonna have ta turn ya in; along with this here ringtail."

“Wait; WHAT!?"

*********

Within an hour, Natsuru - along with Tennessee - had found himself thrown into a jail cell. Not only that, the duo were stripped of their clothes; replaced with black and white striped prison clothes. Along with his everyday clothes, the raccoon had his revolver cane confiscated. As for the dragon; the only things confiscated from him were his neck chain, earrings, and goggles. After having gone through a thorough search, Sheriff Fox was disappointed to not have found a weapon on Natsuru's person.

“Well, I hope ya fellas have a good time in that there jail cell", Fox said. The canine briefly snickered; sporting that same grin from when he caught the two. “Especially since this will most likely be y'all's last."

“HEY", Natsuru shouted. The dragon slammed his fists against the cell bars in both anger and annoyance. “What's the meaning of this? Why am I locked up in here?"

“Heh, as if ya don't already know", Fox scoffed. “Maybe if ya behave, ya just might get let off easy."

Not answering the dragon's question, Sheriff Fox left the jail house; locking the door behind him. Natsuru was growling in anger in response to the vilpine's rudeness; slamming his fists against the cell bars again. Afterwards, Natsuru began slamming the underside of his foot against the bars, before proceeding to slam his elbow against them. All the while, Tennessee was just sitting back against the wall, with his arms behind his head; watching the show before him.

Having become seemingly desperate to get those bars down, Natsuru resorted to using his head; literally. The dragon was repeatedly ramming and slamming his head against the bars to try to break them. Every slam of his head against them made the raccoon wince in reaction.

“Heya…fella", Tennessee broke his silence. “Ya might wanna stop doin whatcha doin right now; otherwise ya gonna knock ya self out."

There was a sudden thud, as Natsuru had collapsed upon the floor. Just like the raccoon had said, the dragon knocked himself out. Natsuru was rubbing his head, as a low groan escaped through his fangs. Little gryphons - little Harus - were flying in circles around his head. Normally, Natsuru wouldn't act so rash; acting before thinking. Tennessee; who watched the whole ordeal, just shook his head a few times.

“What I tell ya", he said nonchalantly.

After a few more rubbing of his head, Natsuru was in a minor daze, as he shook his head. “I'm not…done…yet", he said, as he struggled to stand. “I still have…my magic." Upon saying that, his right hand was wide open; gathering magic within it, until he conjured up a blade of pure twilight magic. With his magical weapon in hand, the dragon didn't waste any time slashing at the bars, but to his shock, the bars weren't at all affected.

“What the…", Natsuru said; “Not even a single scratch!" The dragon then took some steps back; his sword disappearing as well. “Alright then; maybe it just needs something a bit more destructive." With his focus on the cell door's lock, Natsuru charged up a shot within his mouth, before firing out an orb of pure twilight magic at the lock. Despite the direct hit and light explosion, even that didn't leave so much as a scorch mark. The dragon was flabbergasted, as he fell back to the ground in disbelief.

“Unbelievable", Natsuru in a defeated tone. “Am I really such a weak ass dragon, to not even bring down a door?"

Having watched what the reptile had done, Tennessee couldn't help, but whistle. “Well I'll be damned", he muttered. The raccoon was amazed; seeing something he was unfamiliar with would've naturally startled him. And yet, that didn't stop him from bringing himself over to the dragon. “I can tell that yer no ordinary reptile", Tennessee said. “Ya gotcha some Devil's powers."

Natsuru didn't respond back to the mammal right next to him. Instead, he appeared to be more upset; both from being locked up and failing to escape. He just was in no mood to make conversations with his cellmate, especially since - to him - he was a bad guy.

“Aw, now what's with the silent treatment, ya givin me", Tennessee said; egging the dragon on. “Cat suddenly got yer tongue?"

Natsuru was confused by the phrase the raccoon had said. The dragon opened his mouth and brought out his tongue; feeling the muscle to make sure he still had it. And even then, the only feline he knew of was a certain lynx, and he was just imagining him playing around with his tongue.

“I have no reason to talk to a criminal", Natsuru spoke again.

“Heh! Ya say that, and yet yer locked up in here with me", Tennessee said. “Like it or not; yer a prisoner too, buddy."

“And I don't get that; why am I locked up in here with you", Natsuru said in annoyance. “I thought I did a good thing by stopping you; some mere thief."

Hearing that, the raccoon rolled his eyes at being called a mere thief. He honestly felt insulted, especially since it came from the mouth of a winged reptile.

“Granted, it was an accident", Natsuru muttered. “But it doesn't explain why I'm being treated as a criminal, too."

Looking at the dragon, the raccoon snickered. “Oh, I know exactly why Sheriff Fox locked you up in here", he said. Intrigued, Natsuru immediately turned his attention to the mammal; eagerly awaiting to hear the reason. “Let's just say that Fox doesn't like reptiles, and I mean REALLY doesn't like reptiles."

Upon hearing of the reason for why he was locked up, Natsuru's ears lowered, as his expression changed to that of annoyance again. “Oh, I get it now", Natsuru said in a deadpan tone. “That canine is a specist."

“That's right", Tennessee nodded. “Not ta mention; ya having wings sticking out from ya back, and falling out from that time portal, makes ya look awfully suspicious."

Natsuru went silent, as he thought about what the raccoon said. He couldn't really deny that all that was said were true. And considering where he was originally from, the dragon could only assume there weren't other dragons in the time period he was in. Especially since he wasn't really given the chance to explore the place. But then, the word “time" echoed through his head; making him go wide eyed.

“Hey, you just mentioned a time portal, earlier", Natsuru said. Tennessee's ears had stood upwards, as he was suddenly put on the spot. “How do you know about that? Especially since this time period seems devoid of…UGH; technology."

The raccoon snickered, as he smirked at the dragon. “Oh what's that now", he started. “It sounds like yer suddenly interested in someone who is…a mere thief."

Natsuru's expression was that of annoyance again. Just from Tennessee's tone, he could tell that the mammal was offended by being called a mere thief; prompting the dragon to roll his eyes. “Sorry", he said sarcastically. “I didn't think it was a crime to state the obvious."

Tennessee was now sporting an annoyed expression; half opened eyes and lowered ears and all. But he figured any apology was good enough for him, so he decided to tell the dragon about an adventure of his. It took about half an hour, but his adventure story explained how he knew about time portals, considering he teamed up with a future descendant of his to stop a jealous skunk from wiping out the Cooper family out of pure jealousy. Hearing all of that, Natsuru was impressed; mostly from learning that thieves can be good and heroic. But he also learned that technology was the reason for the raccoon's time traveling adventure; something that made the dragon groan in disgust.

“Well, that's ma story, fella", Tennessee said. The raccoon went back to lying against the wall with his arms behind his head. “Now how's about ya tell me about ya self, cellmate?"

“I don't really have a whole lot to tell about myself", Natsuru said. “And I doubt that you'll believe me, but here goes."

Natsuru's story was even longer; taking about two hours, since he pretty much told his life story. The raccoon was wide eyed; finding it difficult to take in everything he'd just learned. The dragon sat with a smug expression, as he figured that Tennessee wouldn't believe him. The only thing the raccoon did believe was that Natsuru was from the same future time period, as Tennessee's descendant. But hearing that the dragon was from another planet, was just unrealistic to him.

“Ahahaha", Tennessee laughed. “I reckin ya lost ya marbles there with your whole life story." The raccoon continued to laugh, while Natsuru's smug expression never faded, but the dragon certainly wasn't amused. “I just can't believe ya be out there fightin and killin hellspawns with magic."

“Really", Natsuru said nonchalantly. “Even after the magic I showed off to try to get myself out of this cell?"

“Yes sir, I do", Tennessee answered bluntly. “By the way; had ya managed to get rid of those bars, ya would've also allowed me - a prisoner - to escape."

“So, I take it with even these on my back…", Natsuru turned his back to the raccoon; showing his wings. “...you don't believe that I'm a dragon, as well?"

“Oh, I can believe that", Tennessee said. “But there existing other, inhabitable planets out there. There's just no way in God's name."

“Pretty bold of you to say that in the name of an all powerful omnipotent being who created all life", Natsuru said.

In no time, the two were bonding just from conversing with one another; the two were sharing a laugh. They even got to know each other's names. But that was short lived as time went by. Because of the desert heat, the two were sweating excessively from head to toe. While Natsuru was panting, Tennessee just endured it, as he was used to such heat.

“Oh man, it's so hot", Natsuru moaned. “It…feels like I'm in Hell." The dragon's ears lowered, as he continued to pant. Looking at Tennessee, Natsuru couldn't help, but feel annoyed at the raccoon's calm demeanor. “How can you be so calm in this heat", Natsuru asked. “Especially when your body consists of all that fur."

“Heh; fella this ain't even the worst heatwave, and yer complainin", Tennessee gloated. The raccoon snickered with a smug expression; all while he continued to sweat. “If ya can't handle this heat, then ya sure ain't no real man."

With his annoyed expression present on his face, Natsuru was fanning himself with his hands. He even had his wings flapping behind him, as a means to further cool himself down. But his actions proved fruitless, as the winged reptile just felt hotter; his panting having increased.

“UGH, I shouldn't really be sweating this much", Natsuru continued to complain. “I don't even have fur on my body…except for my hair." The dragon was fanning himself and flapped his wings faster, but they proved pointless. Within seconds, any attempt at trying to be calm, Natsuru just gave up on. “That's it; I'm getting out of these clothes."

Just as Natsuru was in the process of lifting up his prison shirt, his and the raccoon's ears perked up at the sound of a door opening. Turning their attention in said direction, the two noticed the sheriff had returned. Fox was holding trays that held bowls of gruel, and bottles of lemonade.

“Aw right, ya criminals", Fox said. “It's lunch time."

WIth a single eye of his opened, Tennessee didn't seem all that pleased about lunch. Compared to how he was acting prior, the raccoon appeared annoyed; probably because of his situation, and how the sheriff addressed him and Natsuru. And speaking of the dragon, Natsuru was feeling the exact opposite of the mammal. He was happy to be given something to chow down on.

“Oh man; thank you", Natsuru said with excitement. “I didn't think we were allowed to have lunch." The reptile brought his hands out forward; awaiting to be handed his tray. “I'm so hungry, and thirsty; especially thirsty."

“Then here; help ya self."

Sheriff Fox didn't hold himself back, as he threw the dragon's tray directly at him. The force of it knocked Natsuru down onto his back, as he groaned out in pain. The contents of the tray were all over the dragon's body; depriving him of his lunch. The vulpine snickered, before turning his attention over to Tennessee. The raccoon in question just shook his head in disappointment at the sheriff's actions.

“Aw come on, Sheriff", Tennessee said. “I know he's a reptile and all, but that was just uncalled for, even for you."

“SHUT IT", the sheriff shouted. Instead of handing the raccoon his tray, Fox just dropped it on the ground before him. The contents upon it had spilled over some, but the raccoon still had his whole lunch. “Criminals like you shouldn't be talkin, but it don't matter none; it's yer last meal, anyway." Fox then proceeded to laugh, as he took his leave out of the jailhouse, while Tennessee just rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Y'all better make the best of what time y'all have left." As he continued to laugh, the sheriff left the jailhouse; slamming the door behind him.

“Ya awright there, Natsuru", Tennessee asked in concern.

“What do you think", Natsuru answered back with a question of his own. “Ugh, I've never faced specism like this before", he said, as he sat himself back up. Looking himself over, the dragon noted how messy his prison clothes were; upset that his lunch was on them. “Well, I have another reason to get out of these clothes."

Continuing from where he left off, Natsuru proceeded to remove his now dirty clothes. He didn't just remove his shirt, but also his pants; going completely naked. With his body fully exposed, Tennessee couldn't help, but give himself a glimpse of the dragon's body. It's not like there was anything else for the raccoon to look at anyway. Impressed by what he was seeing, Tennessee let out a whistle.

“Well now; that's a mighty good looking body ya got there", he complimented. Natsuru's attention was gotten, as he faced the raccoon. Tennessee was impressed by the dragon's physique, as he gazed upon his muscles and abs. “And here I thought ya were just another really skinny reptile underneath them clothes."

“Heh; thanks", Natsuru said. “Now you strip out of your clothes."

“WHAT!? Why I gotta strip?"

“Because seeing you with your fur covered body within those clothes on just makes me feel hotter. NOW STRIP!"

“Awright", Tennessee caved. The raccoon then swiftly removed his shirt from his body; followed by him removing his pants. “But it ain't gonna make much of a difference in this heat."

Just like his reptilian cellmate, the raccoon was completely naked. However, he couldn't help, but feel a shred of uncomfortability. And that was because he was being stared down by Natsuru.

“Uh…why ya starin at me like that?"

“Damn", Natsuru muttered plainly. He continued to stare intently at the procyonid; his eyes trailing up and down at the raccoon's body. Just like the mammal, Natsuru didn't expect for Tennessee to have his own set of muscles and abs. He found it amazing how clothes were capable of completely hiding the appearance of a person's true body. “Never thought that I would find myself attracted to a…"

“A mere thief", Tennessee said with a smug.

“Hey, I apologized earlier."

“Whatever", Tennessee said, as he sat back down. As the dragon joined him by sitting down, the raccoon passed his bowl of gruel over to the reptile. “Here; ya can have this."

Natsuru was taken aback a bit by the raccoon's generous offering of his lunch. “Uh…thanks", the dragon said. “You seriously aren't gonna eat this?"

“It's gruel; ya can barely call that slop food."

Natsuru just shrugged his shoulders and went about eating the gruel. Unfortunately, there was neither a spoon nor a fork for him to use, so he used his hands. While the raccoon was disgusted by seeing the winged reptile eat at the gruel, the dragon himself was enjoying the meal. Natsuru noted that the meal reminded him of home, specifically his home planet; something that Tennessee still found hard to believe. Eyeing the bottle of lemonade, the raccoon took it for himself. But with no bottle cap opener in sight, Tennessee had to make use of something else to pop the cap. In that case, using one of the dragon's horns.

“GAH", Natsuru yelped. “HEY!"

“Oh please; ya probably didn't feel a thing." After a brief chuckle, Tennessee was drinking the lemonade; happily gulping it down. Natsuru could even hear the gulping sounds. “AH, that really hits the spot", Tennessee said in delight. The raccoon then passed the bottle over to Natsuru. “Ya want a swig?"

“A what!?"

“A gulp; a drink!"

After a few blinks, Natsuru took the bottle from the raccoon's hands. Before putting his mouth around it, the dragon had a quick sniff of the drink. “Is there alcohol in this", Natsuru questioned.

“That gonna be a problem for ya?"

“Not really, but I am hoping the lemon part of this drink has the stronger taste."

Not holding back, Natsuru placed his mouth around the bottle, and gave himself a drink. It was subtle, but he could taste the alcohol; he was just glad that the lemonade part of the drink had the stronger taste. After taking his own swig, the dragon gave the bottle back to Tennessee; the raccoon drinking from it once more. And as he drank, Natsuru went back to staring at him intensely. It didn't take long for Tennessee to open a single eye of his, and take notice of the fact he was being stared at again. He was starting to feel uncomfortable again; enough to have him stop drinking.

“Why ya starin at me like that again?"

“No reason."

The dragon turned his head away from the mammal, with what seemed to be glare on his face. Also across his face was a slight blush; of which the raccoon noticed. Tennessee snickered, as he made a guess of what could be on the dragon's mind.

“Can't keep yer eyes off me, can ya", Tennessee teased. “I bet yer thinkin bout us engagin in some sexual fun, ain'tcha?"

“Well…I wasn't necessarily thinking that, but…" Natsuru had faced the procyonid again; along with bringing himself closer to him. “If that's you giving permission for us to mate, then I'm all for it."

“Hehehe! Well that'll have to be in yer dreams", Tennessee said. “Cause it ain't gonna happen."

“Is me being a dragon the reason", Natsuru asked curiously.

“Ya darn tootin."

“UGH! And to think I found you sexy", Natsuru said in disgust. The dragon turned his back to the raccoon, as he crossed his arms. “You're just another specist."

Immediately, Tennessee's eyes shot open; the raccoon seemingly having taken offense. “Now ya wait just a sec; I ain't no specist", he said. “I just…have no interest in reptiles, is all."

“What's the difference?"

“AND, and…I'm not into other men."

“Hmph!" Steam had been expelled from Natsuru's nostrils; it was clear that the dragon was upset. “Would've been better had you just said that."

*********

With the hours passing by, night had soon fallen, and it felt a bit more cooler. And during those long hours, the two had been silent for quite some time. With a single claw, Natsuru had been counting the time, as he marked the wall. As for Tennessee, he was playing with the empty lemonade bottle; continuously spinning it with his toes. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes over at the dragon; letting out a sigh, before gazing out the only window in the building. Too bad it was also on the other side of the duo's prison cell.

“Uh…ya know, with it now bein night out; it's gonna be a whole chillier tonight."

“That shouldn't be a problem for you, with all that fur on your body."

“Aw come on now; ya can't still be upset with what I said."

“What do you think?"

A sigh was uttered from the dragon's mouth, as he started using his claw to draw on the ground. He was drawing the faces of his friends back in the future. However, after drawing the face of a certain panda woman, he immediately grumbled.

“Damn it, Saline; why haven't you brought me back", Natsuru muttered. “Did your stupid technology break after sending me here, or something?"

Tennessee returned his gaze over at the dragon; staring at Natsuru's exposed ass. As his eyes blinked a few times, he felt a stir coming from his sheathe. The head of his dick could be seen slowly making its way out from the sheathe, before he put a stop to it by covering it with his tail, and pressing down upon it. “The lack of sexual intercourse must be gettin to me", he muttered under his breath. He then looked back at the window; the thought of freedom being on his mind. Bringing his attention back to the dragon, the raccoon stared at the time marks the reptile had left on the wall; letting out another sigh of discontent. He knew what was going to happen to them once sunrise comes, so he figured he may as well make the most of his remaining time.

“Hey…uh…Natsuru; I apologize for offendin ya earlier", Tennessee started. “If it makes ya feel any better, yer a better looking, and might I add, attractive reptile I've seen." Natsuru heard the mammal's words, but didn't bother to respond back. “And I was thinkin bout maybe we can pass the time, by…um…engagin in some sexual fun."

“Are you being serious right now, or are you fucking with me", Natsuru asked. “Didn't you say you have no interest in men…and reptiles?"

“Ok, I see that yer still upset, but I'd be lyin if I didn't say that I am a bit curious about sexually engagin with another man. And a reptilian one at that."

A brow was raised upon the dragon's head, and then he proceeded to sit himself back up. “What's with the sudden change", Natsuru questioned. The winged reptile had brought himself over to the raccoon; his eyes still in a glare, as he stared Tennessee in the eyes.

“Well, it's not like we both have a lot of time on our hands, once morning arrives", the raccoon answered. “Since yer not of this time, ya probably don't know what happens to criminals here?"

“Whatever it is, it can't be any worse, than being executed", Natsuru said in a deadpan tone.

The raccoon didn't give an immediate response back; instead he made a very nervous face. Seeing that, the dragon couldn't be any more upset, than he was now. With his ears having lowered again, Natsuru's expression was that of annoyance, mixed with anger. Knowing that he was going to possibly be executed in the morning, certainly didn't brighten his already dour mood.

“Oh, that's just fucking great", Natsuru said in exasperated tone. “I'm never going to see my friends again." The dragon let out a sigh of defeat, as images of his friends in the future ran through his mind. Especially an image of his best gryphon friend, Haru. “Sorry, Haru, but I guess this is goodbye for us. A very sucky goodbye."

Tennessee's ears had lowered again, as he felt sorry for the dragon. “Hey…uh…I know this is foolish of me ta ask, but…" The raccoon placed a hand of his upon one of Natsuru's shoulders, as a means of comfort. “Are ya doin ok?"

“Not really", Natsuru answered in a surprisingly calm tone. “Just…never thought that I'd meet my demise by execution." Feeling the procyonid's hand coming off his shoulder, the dragon let out a calm sigh. “I just figured my death would be when I screw up one day, and get mauled to death by Demonsters."

“Ok; can ya not make this any more depressin", Tennessee said.

“Anyway, if we're gonna go out in such a pathetic way, then we may as well have one last good memory to cherish", Natsuru said. “So, I don't mind mating with an attractive thief."

“Heh! Well ya sure went through grief mighty quick", Tennessee snickered. “But before we get our fun on; let's lay down some rules, first."

“There's rules for mating?"

“No kissin and I top", Tennessee said. “But just ta be clear; me wantin to top has nuttin ta do with our species."

“Heh; I'm fine by that." Without any hesitation, Natsuru spread the raccoon's legs apart; giving himself a look at the mammal's genitals. Licking around his mouth, the dragon leaned his face closer to Tennessee's sheathe and balls. “Besides, I enjoy being dominated by species beneath me during mating."

“The hell's that supposed ta mean?"

“So long as they aren't assholes", Natsuru added.

The raccoon's mouth was immediately shut, just as he felt the dragon's hand fondling his balls. With occasional squeezing of the orbs, Tennessee was releasing very low moans of pleasure from his mouth. With the head of his dick having made its presence known again, a grin had formed upon Natsuru's face. Narrowing his eyes upwards, the dragon could see the raccoon moaning and breathing. He then focused his attention upon the mammal's nipples; an idea having come to him.

Without ceasing his fondling of the raccoon's balls, Natsuru brought his face upwards. Focusing on the right nipple, the dragon brought out his tongue, and proceeded to lick upon it. Tennessee's fangs clenched together, as he felt a sudden chill course through his body. The wet muscle moving along it and in circular motions around it - along with the dragon's continuous fondling - had the raccoon's body trembling.

“H-hey now…what are ya…doin", Tennessee moaned. His moaning and breathing increased, as the sensations he felt had intensified. Within seconds, his black dick made its way out from his sheathe; a good nine inches. Natsuru could see the length from the corner of his eye, and there was no question that he was impressed by the size. As if subconsciously, the winged reptile closed his mouth around the nipple and started sucking, just as he began stroking the raccoon's member. “AH! Ah, oh FUCK", Tennessee moaned out a swear. “Ah! So that's…what ya were…plannin."

The raccoon could feel a trail of the dragon's saliva running down his body. That - along with Natsuru's other actions - were enough to make his dick throb. It didn't take long for veins to start appearing along the mammal's length, of which the dragon could feel on his palm. Ceasing his rubbing of Tennessee's base, the dragon moved his hand upwards to the head, and proceeded to rub upon it. At the same time, Natsuru ended his licking and sucking of the right nipple; now focusing on the left one. And just like before, the raccoon winced, as he felt another chill course throughout his body. Tennessee's dick was throbbing a bit faster, as precum was starting to seep out from the meatus.

“Ah…ah…ah", Tennessee continued to moan. The feeling of the dragon's tongue sliding upon his nipple both tickled, and made the raccoon tremble. “GAH", the raccoon let out another louder moan. “H-hey; ya wanna maybe…work on a different part of ma body?" A sudden red flush appeared across the mammal's face. “I hate ta…admit it, but ma nips…are mighty sensitive."

Natsuru clearly heard the procyonid's plea; the look of his eyes made it seem like he was being smug. But after a few seconds, the dragon ceased his licking and sucking of the left nipple; backing his face away from it, and leaving a thin string of saliva bridged between his tongue and the nipple. At the same time, Natsuru was still rubbing the head; feeling the raccoon's pre upon his palm. A grin formed across the reptile's face, as he stopped rubbing the head; bringing himself downwards towards the member.

“I wonder if your manhood is just as sensitive", Natsuru teased.

As the dragon snickered, he gave Tennessee's dick a few more strokes along the base; along with a bit more fondling of his balls. Natsuru felt the member throbbing within his hand; making him snicker again. Bringing his tongue out from his mouth, the dragon leaned in closer to the length, and proceeded to lick along the base. Once again, Tennessee's fangs clenched and he felt another chill. Natsuru repeatedly licked along the base; the tip of his muscle occasionally licked upon the head.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah", moaned Tennessee.

After a few more licks along the base, Natsuru slowly and teasingly slid his tongue along the meatus, before closing his mouth around the head. The winged reptile began sucking upon the head, while he used his tongue to move in circular motions upon it. As the dragon licked and sucked, he moved his face downwards; taking in the mammal's inches. With half of the length in his mouth, Natsuru ceased his licking to coil his tongue around the base; using the muscle to squeeze the length, while he sucked. The dragon began to slowly bob his head along the half of the length he was already sucking on.

“AH…AH…AH…AH…AH!"

The stream of moans released from the raccoon had increased in volume. Tennessee's fingers were repeatedly rubbing along the ground; it was as if he were looking for something to dig his fingers into. At the same time, his body was trembling nonstop; he felt all the blood in his body rushing towards his groin. More veins were appearing along the raccoon's dick, and coincidentally, Natsuru's bobbing pace had increased.

“NGH…NGH…NGH…NGH…NGH!"

The raccoon's fangs were clenched together again; replacing his moans of pleasure with grunts of pleasure. Along with feeling trails of the dragon's saliva running down his dick, he also felt a stinging sensation coming from his groin. Managing to focus his attention on Natsuru, the raccoon gazed at the head bobbing dragon; seeing Natsuru continue to only suck on half of his length. Wanting his entire length thrusting down the dragon's throat, Tennessee focused his gaze upon the dragon's horns. His right hand was shaking, as he sent it forward to grasp one of the horns. With a firm grip, the procyonid brought the reptile's face downwards; shoving the rest of his inches down Natsuru's throat.

“GHURK", Natsuru gagged.

From the way his eyes were clenched and the way his eyebrows were positioned, Natsuru appeared to be glaring, as he was held in place. Even then, the dragon didn't cease his sucking of the member; nor his licking of it, as more his tongue coiled the length. After about a minute of no movement, Tennessee proceeded to pull Natsuru's head upwards; practically bringing every inch of his dick out from the reptile's mouth. The head was the only part left in Natsuru's mouth, but only for a very brief moment, as the raccoon almost immediately brought the dragon downwards again. The reptile gagged again, as he felt every inch go down his throat again. But just as quickly did the raccoon bring the dragon back down, he pulled him back upwards just as fast, before bringing him down again. Tennessee repeated those actions of his; finding himself a good rhythm of fucking the dragon's throat.

“GHURK…GHURK…GHURK!"

With the raccoon's entire length moving through his throat, Natsuru would gag and clench his eyes with every thrust. With Tennessee deep throating him, the reptile felt the mammal's balls smacking against his chin everytime his face was brought all the way down. A dark flush of redness appeared across Natsuru's face, as he felt a throbbing lump upon his throat. And that wasn't the only thing of his body throbbing, as Natsuru's own dick had been fully erect, and throbbing in response to having his throat being fucked.

“AH…AH…AH…AH…AH!" No longer able to keep his fangs clenched together, Tennessee was back to moaning again. He could feel his dick throbbing, even as he was fucking the reptile's throat, along with feeling more pre seeping out of him. The raccoon may have been in control right now, but there was one thing he wasn't in control of, and that was Natsuru's tongue. Even as the mammal continued to thrust through the dragon's throat, Natsuru still managed to have his muscle lick and squeeze on the thrusting member in a timely manner. “Ah, f-fuck; that is some…mighty fine tongue work…ya doin there", Tennessee said between moans. “AH; I think I've…taken a likin…ta reptilian tongue."

“GHURK…MMPH…GHURK…MMPH…GHURK!"

Amidst Natsuru's gagging, he was also moaning on the raccoon's dick. The sounds of the dragon were vibrating along Tennessee's length; increasing the throbbing of it. With the sensations he felt along his groin having also increased, more precum was expelling out of him. But it felt different that time; Tennessee's body was not only trembling, but it was also jolting. The procyonid could feel himself ready to blow at any moment.

“Aw God; I'm not…gonna hold on…any longer now", Tennessee moaned. Even after saying that, there wasn't a hint of the raccoon's thrusting slowing down. He continued to fuck Natsuru's throat, as if he weren't about to reach his peak. “AW FUCK; I hope yer ready…for what's comin, cause I'm bout ta…ta…" Tightening his hold on the dragon's horn, Tennessee brought Natsuru's face downwards and kept him in place, as he hilted within the reptile's throat.

“NGHHHHHHH!"

Upon releasing a loud grunt, Tennessee ejaculated down the dragon's throat. Natsuru's eyes were tightly clenched, as he was gulping down the mammal's seed. It was now that the dragon was starting to feel his throat becoming sore, but luckily for him it was very brief. And even as Tennessee continued to release his load, he slowly started to buck his hips. Making sure to pump out every drop of his seed down the reptile's throat. The raccoon let out a sigh of relief, just as he felt his orgasm coming to an end.

“Ya like that, didn't ya", Tennessee said. The raccoon brought his other hand upon Natsuru's hair; giving it a rub. Taking his right hand off from the horn, Tennessee grasped his dick, as he pulled it out from the dragon's mouth. From there, the mammal proceeded to slap his length against the reptile's face. And judging from the obvious look of lust on his face, Natsuru didn't mind it at all. “Yeah ya did."

Snickering, as he playfully slapped the dragon's face a few times, the raccoon soon stopped and crawled himself over to Natsuru's backside. The mammal gazed at the dragon's tail; taking hold of it, while also being mindful of the spikes on the frontside. After giving a smirk, Tennessee brought out his tongue and proceeded to lick along the underside of the tail. Natsuru held a large grin on his face, as he felt the wet muscle gliding smoothly along his tail. His own body would tremble, as he also felt saliva running down along his tail. Once he felt the wet liquids slide down upon his asshole, Natsuru blew steam out from his nostrils again, while his body trembled even more.

Aside from the saliva, the dragon still felt the raccoon licking along his tail. Tennessee was moving lower; getting closer to Natsuru's awaiting asshole. But just as the procyonid had gotten close, he immediately reeled his face away from the reptile's rear. The raccoon licked along his fangs and around his mouth, before sporting a smirk, as he gazed upon Natsuru's entrance.

“Betcha thought I was gonna tongue fuck yer ass, didn't ya", Tennessee crudely said.

“Well, yeah", Natsuru answered back. “I was honestly waiting for it."

“Oh, I don't do that", Tennessee said. The raccoon then brought two of his fingers into his mouth; momentarily licking and sucking on them. Upon removing the digits from his mouth, Tennessee held a smug expression, as he stared at them. “But I sure can give ya somethin, that'll feel similar."

With no hesitation, the raccoon sent those fingers of his penetrating through the dragon's anal ring. Natsuru clenched his fangs together, as he immediately winced. Tennessee was thrusting his fingers forward and back through the anal passage. The dragon was lightly grunting through his fangs; feeling his inner walls clenching upon every thrust of those digits. Along with his dick throbbing again, the reptile would feel a chill run along his spine, in reaction to occasionally feeling the sharp points of Tennessee's nails. Natsuru's arms and legs were wobbling; the dragon was barely keeping himself on all fours. The raccoon continued to grin, as he loosened and stretched the reptile's passage.

“Hehe! Betcha ain't felt nuttin this good in yer life", Tennessee teased.

“Ngh! You're acting…ah…like I've never…mmph…been fucked…ngh…before", Natsuru said between moans.

“Well, I wouldn't know", Tennessee said. “Yer asshole didn't feel the least bit loose, til I started finger fuckin it."

In a swift motion, the raccoon pulled his fingers out from the dragon's asshole. Natsuru let out a somewhat louder grunt, as his arms finally gave way, and he collapsed forward. Surprisingly, the reptile's legs were still up; keeping his rear in the air. With his smirk still present, Tennessee stood on his feet, as he held Natsuru by the hips. Moving forward a bit, the head of his dick made contact with Natsuru's entrance; sending a shiver traveling down the reptile's legs. At first it seemed like the raccoon was about to penetrate the asshole with his member, but was instead rubbing his dick along the entrance. The mammal couldn't keep himself from snickering, as he felt those ass cheeks close against the rubbing member. Natsuru looked back at the teasing raccoon with a blush across his face; gazing at that large grin Tennessee held.

“I hope yer ready for what's comin next", Tennessee said. “Fair warning, but I have no plans on holdin back."

“Ooohh; sounds hot", Natsuru replied.

Putting his rubbing to a stop, Tennessee grabbed his dick and aimed it back at the dragon's entrance. Despite what he'd said prior, the raccoon slowly sent his dick forward, as he penetrated through Natsuru's asshole again. The reptile was clenching his eyes and fangs, as his body trembled in response to those inches entering him. The anal walls were already closing themselves against the length, as it continued to slide through the passage. Similar to what he did with the dragon's mouth, Tennessee went balls deep into Natsuru; stopping in place upon being all the way inside.

Natsuru let out a sigh, as he was given a moment of reprieve, but it was only a moment. The raccoon began to reel his own hips back; bringing out the inches of his length. The mammal groaned, as his dick slid through those tightened inner walls. Upon getting half of his length out, Tennessee immediately shoved them all back inside. His balls slapped against Natsuru's entrance; along with jerking the reptile forward.

“Ngh", Natsuru grunted.

The raccoon reeled his hips back again, as he pulled out of Natsuru once more. And like before, with half of the inches out again, he immediately sent his hips forward; sending those inches back in. “Ah", Natsuru moaned, as his body jerked forward again. The trembling of the dragon's body increased, as he felt the member sliding out of him again; feeling his anal walls clenching. Another shove forward from the mammal, and Natsuru felt his inner walls spread apart, as he was jerked forward again. “Mmph!"

“Ngh…ngh…ngh!" Just like the dragon, Tennessee was also groaning, as he continued to fuck the reptile. His thrust had started off slow, but they were steadily increasing in pace, as he further stretched Natsuru's anal passage. Tightening his grip upon the reptile's hips, the raccoon got himself into a steady rhythm, as he fucked the dragon'a ass. It became easier for his dick to move through the passage; even the squeezing of the anal walls didn't deter him. “Ah…ah…ah…ah!" With moans replacing his groans, Tennessee's thrusting speed further increased. His thrusts continually jerked the dragon forward, and his balls were slapping harder against Natsuru's entrance; filling the room with the sounds of the slapping.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah!" The blush across Natsuru's face had expanded, and his tongue was hanging out from his mouth. Feeling that hard dick moving through his passage - as well as his inner walls continuously clenching against it - made his own dick throb immensely. With a sting-like sensation coursing through his groin, the dragon could practically feel precum about to seep out.

“AH…SSS…AH…SSS…AH…SSS!" There were now a mixture of moans and grunts escaping from the dragon's mouth. It may not have been as major, but the slapping of the raccoon's balls against his rear did bring minor pain. Continuing to feel his dick throb, Natsuru was about to bring a hand of his over to it, but stopped just as Tennessee gave one of his ass cheeks a good slap. “GAH", Natsuru grunted; feeling the sting upon his cheek.

“AH…AH…AH! Aw, fuck!" There was a light flush of pink across the raccoon's smirking face. Feeling those continuously squeezing anal walls against his thrusting length, brought back that stinging sensation. With his blood rushing through his groin again, precum was seeping out from the meatus of Tennessee's dick. The mammal's legs were starting to feel wobbly to him, but Tennessee wasn't going to let that stop him. “Ah! Aw man, I tell ya…this ass is doin somethin to me." The raccoon gave Natsuru's rear another good slap; culminating in the reptile wincing again.

Amidst his fucking of the reptile, Tennessee noticed that Natsuru was trying to make another grab at his groin. The raccoon had an idea of what the dragon wanted to do, so he decided to help out. With his still present smirk, Tennessee swatted Natsuru's hand away and grabbed ahold of the reptile's dick; immediately stroking it. Natsuru moans couldn't get any louder, than they were now. The raccoon could definitely make out the look of excitement from the dragon's face.

“Hehe! Ya liking this…ain'tcha", Tennessee said in a teasing manner.

Natsuru was incapable of replying back, as he was overtaken by lust. Feeling the soft, furry hand of the raccoon moving along his base, had him emitting pre. The dragon could even feel veins appearing along his length, as his dick throbbed within Tennessee stroking hand. From the base to the head and back, the raccoon's hand was rubbing the reptile's pre along the length. Natsuru's legs were wobbling again, as the rush of his blood was coursing through his groin.

“AH…AH…AH…AH…AH!"

The moans of the men had combined; now filling the jailhouse with the sounds of their bliss. Natsuru was moaning the loudest, as he felt the raccoon's dick having traveled further within him; getting closer to his prostate. The reptile's anal walls were pressing themselves even harder against the thrusting member. The closer the dick was getting to his sensitive spot, the more Natsuru would cringe. Along with the rubbing and squeezing upon his dick, the dragon would shiver, whenever the raccoon's dick would shoot pre at his prostate.

“AH…HAH…AH…HAH…AH!"

Both men could feel the clenching of the inner walls had become fiercer. It was especially difficult for Tennessee, as it was now harder for him to keep thrusting his dick forward and back. Plus the pressing against his member, had the effect of making him squeeze harder on Natsuru's dick. Such squeezing upon their groins was making them both jolt, as they could feel themselves about to blow.

“AH…AH…AH…AH; I'm about to cum", Natsuru moaned.

“AH, I'm so…close again…myself", Tennessee said.

Despite the difficulty, the raccoon did eventually get his dick through those tight walls, and closer to hitting the prostate. Natsuru could just barely feel that head about to poke him, as his body had tensed up. With the mammal thrusting a few more times, Tennessee gave one last thrust; hilting himself within the dragon, as he finally made contact with the sensitive area. The anal walls had completely closed themselves against the procyonid's member, and in turn, Tennessee's hand firmly squeezed upon Natsuru's length.

“NGHHHHHHHHH!"

Both men simultaneously moaned out through their fangs, as their orgasms had been reached. Tennessee was filling the dragon's inside with his seed; the raccoon could feel his length getting covered in his cum. Likewise, Natsuru was shooting his seed upon the floor. Some of the dragon's fluids were even drizzling down upon the mammal's hand; getting his fingers all sticky. With every drop of their seed expelling out from them, the men's bodies were jolting nonstop.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah!"

*********

Hours had gone by and by then the sun was now up. Sheriff Fox had entered the jailhouse and gazed upon the duo. Before him, he saw the two were sleeping soundly; both men still naked, with Tennessee atop of Natsuru.

“Well now, it sure looks like you two had some fun last night", Fox said.

Natsuru and Tennessee had awoken to the sound of the sheriff's voice. Looking upwards, the duo laid their eyes upon the canine, who was snickering at them. Before they could even get themselves up, the two had their original clothes thrown at them.

“Get ya selves dressed, cause today is the last time ya both will be breathing yer last breath."

*********

Within half of an hour, Natsuru and Tennessee were fully dressed and were now standing upon a gallow. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they each had a noose around their necks. Also standing on the gallow was Sheriff Fox himself; standing by the levers with a very eager look on his face, as his fingers moved atop one of them. Natsuru let out a sigh of defeat, while Tennessee appeared to be calm. In truth; however, the raccoon was trying to cut the bindings of his hands, all while keeping himself from struggling.

“Well, I guess this is it fer the both of us", Tennessee said. “It was nice knowin ya, even if it were only just a day."

“I honestly feel the same way", Natsuru said. “I hate to just give up, but…I feel that the only way for us to get out of this, is if some sort of miracle happens.

The sheriff couldn't keep himself from snickering, as he heard the other men's words. Fox had a tight grip upon both levers, as he was ready to pull them. “I have no reason ta ask ya both this, but; any last words", the sheriff asked. “First one ta speak has the honor of bein taken out first."

From the corner of his eyes, Natsuru could see that Tennessee was in the middle of trying to free himself. Even though he figured it was pointless, the dragon decided he might as well give the raccoon a bit more time, at the cost of his own life. “Yeah, I have some things to say before I go", Natsuru said. The reptile glared at the vulpine, as he was about to let his thoughts be known. “You are the FUCKING WORST person to ever be given life. And hopefully, something tremendously bad will befall you."

One of the fox's eyes twitched in irritation, but the sheriff kept himself from losing his composure. It was only just a minute, but the canine was back to sporting a grin across his face. “Oh, so the reptile really does wanna be the first to go", he said. “There's a very special place in Hell waitin for ya, reptile."

In a swift motion, Sheriff Fox pulled the lever that specifically opened the trap door underneath Natsuru. The dragon briefly fell, before being immediately yanked by neck from the noose. Natsuru's eyes widened and he was gasping for air, as small tears were coming from his eyes. Tennessee turned his head away; both his eyes and fangs were tightly clenched. Unlike the raccoon, Sheriff Fox watched in glee at the dragon's suffering.

Natsuru could feel his life slipping away, as his eyes were starting to go blank. But then, there were sudden bits of sparks appearing around the dragon, and in just a few seconds, that same time portal from yesterday had appeared. “WHAT IN TARNATION", Sheriff Fox shouted. The portal caused a small dust storm to pick up around the gallow, as it pulled the reptile within it. At the same time, it caused the gallow to fall apart.

There was a brief flame upon the rope that was around Tennessee's neck; allowing the procyonid to go free. With the time he had within the dust storm, the raccoon eventually got his hands freed, and used the time he had to quickly act. The very first thing he did before making his escape was find and recover his revolver cane.

“Ah, my sweet Ol' Blue", he said to the cane, before kissing it. “How I missed ya."

Once the dust storm had cleared, Sheriff Fox was coughing as he was getting himself onto his feet. “What in the Hell was that", he said. “Was that the work of the Devil himself?" As he was patting himself off, the vulpine was looking around. Aside from the gallow being destroyed, he noted that there was no sign of the raccoon and the dragon. “Now where did those two criminals run off to?"

“HEYA, SHERIFF!" Hearing the sound of that familiar voice, the fox faced in the direction of it with a glare. Standing on the roof of one of the buildings was Tennessee Kid Cooper; sporting a large grin. “Hate ta stay and chat, but I gotta run. Y'know; stealing from more of ya crooked lawmen, and all that stuff." Sheriff Fox was growling as he listened to the raccoon's words; slowly reaching for one of his guns. “Heh; see ya around." And with that, the ringtail mammal ran off, just as the fox pulled out one of his guns.

“COOPERRRRR!"

*********

Back in the present time, that same portal that had taken Natsuru had reappeared within a lab. Gazing up at it were none other than Haru Gryph and Saline, with smiles slowly appearing upon their faces. Coming out from the portal was Natsuru; who hit the floor with his hands still tied, and the noose still around his neck. Upon seeing him, Haru immediately ran over to the dragon's side, while Saline turned off the machine that conjured up the portal; making it go away.

“Natsuru", Haru called out. The gryphon immediately locked the dragon into a loving embrace. “Are you ok?"

The winged reptile didn't immediately answer; instead he was coughing, as he was recovering his breath. Slowly opening his eyes, he could make out the appearance of Haru, and the dragon couldn't be anymore happy. “Oh, Haru; I'm so glad to see you", he said. Haru helped Natsuru to sit up and proceeded to untie his hands. “I almost died; AGAIN!"

“I'm so glad I managed to bring you back here, Natsuru", Saline said. The panda brought herself over to the two, and immediately removed the noose from around the dragon's neck. “Sorry it took so long to get you back here. The time machine sort of…malfunctioned." Natsuru didn't say a word to her; the glare upon his face towards her made it quite clear how he felt. “I hypothesize that you've been through a whole lot?"

“That's putting it mildly; no thanks to your technology", Natsuru answered back in anger. Once he felt that his hands were freed, the dragon immediately thanked Haru. “Anyway, Saline; I have a favor", the dragon started. “Do you…UGH…have some technology thing that can…tell what happened to someone from the past?"

Both the panda and the gryphon were perplexed by Natsuru's question, but Saline immediately knew what the dragon wanted. Within an hour, Natsuru had told Haru and Saline about what happened to him in the Old West. How he was sharing a jail cell with a thief that turned out to be a good guy, compared to the specist sheriff of the time. And that he was saved just before he was executed. In that time, Saline used her computer to search for what became of Tennessee and Sheriff Fox.

There was a sigh of relief from the dragon, once he learned that Tennessee had successfully escaped and avoided being executed. Natsuru was also very excited to learn that Sheriff Fox not only lost his job, but ended up locked up, and eventually executed himself. Turns out, the vulpine was one of the many crooked lawmen of the west.

“I know I shouldn't be speaking ill of the dead, but GOOD RIDDANCE", Natsuru said. “Hopefully he's been enduring a never ending torture in Hell."

Satisfied with what he learned, Natsuru exited from Saline's lab, with Haru following behind. Heading in the direction of the bathroom for a shower, the dragon was stripping himself out of his clothes. At the same time, the gryphon did the same thing, as he planned to join his friend in the shower.

“Hey, Natsuru; I'm curious", Haru started. “What happened between you and that Tennessee guy?"

“Hmm", Natsuru said, as he went into his thoughts. “I didn't think it was important to bring up, but we got to know about each other, and then we mated as a final, good memory. Since, we were going to be killed and all."

“Wait; WHAT!?"

END!