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Mike and Liiria giggled like young teens as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt; goosebumps ran down his back as the air conditioning chilled his exposed flesh. Leaning back from the lavender-colored fur dragoness, he reached down to his belt. "This too?" he asked and kissed her nose when she nodded enthusiastically.

With his lips still pressed to hers, he performed an undignified wiggle to pull down his pants, revealing his silky boxers to the cool apartment air. Before he could complain about the cold, her large paws wrapped around his shoulders and waist, pulling him against her warm body and curling herself around him to keep him warm.

In return, he held her close, one arm under her neck, his hand curling around to stroke her spine while his other caressed behind her jaw. His lips pressed against hers as their tongues met and explored each other's mouths. With his groin mashed against hers and her legs around him, it was no surprise when he felt his member harden and press against her soft underside.

Liiria felt it too and looked at him with her bright green eyes. "I think someone wants to say hello," she whispered, trying to sound sultry and sexy, but giggled when he smiled.

Mike pressed his lips to her chin and then the underside of her jaw as he kissed her lower and lower down her neck. "I... think, I... want to... say... hello... first," he whispered between kissing her, his face buried in the white fur that ran down her throat. He leaned into her and felt her tail swish to help roll her onto her back, running his hands through the fur on her shoulders and sides. "If that's ok with you," he added, looking up, his chin resting on her chest.

Liiria's smile broadened as she spread her legs wide. "Well, don't be shy," she said, attempting once again to keep her voice low and sultry, but stifled a giggle. Mike kissed her chest with a smile and worked his way down her front, taking care to support as much of his weight as he could with his arms beside her.

Burying his face in the soft white fur that ran down her front and belly, he continued to deliver gentle kisses. As he progressed, he moved off of her and onto the cushions, the chill quickly forgotten as he wrapped his arms around the outside of her thighs and kissed the apex of her puffy slit.

"Mmmghh, fuck Mike," Liiria gasped, her back arching slightly as he moved her tail to the side and ran it under his armpit. The pressure of his chest against the side of her tail sent a pleasurable shiver through her as he accidentally stimulated the erogenous zone.

"We can get to that later," he teased and continued to kiss her vent. He resisted the urge to plunge his tongue into her and took his time to tease her outer lips. Her words cut off as he ran his hands around her waist and applied pressure where a drake would hold her if one were on her back.

Mike continued to kiss and run his tongue over the engorged lips of her sex, thankful that her fur here was a soft, fine fuzz. He could hear her breathing becoming elevated, her strong legs twitching and toes clenching in the air while he teased her slowly.

“Don't stop,” she gasped softly, her eyes closed and head back against the cushions. “Please don't stop.”

Mike smiled and slowly ran his tongue up the middle of her crease; he felt her breath hitch and swirled his tongue at the top of her slit before lifting up and moving back to the bottom. “You taste so good,” he whispered and heard her groan, her flavor a heady mix of what could only be described as warmth and ‘Liiria’.

Holding her hips, he repeated the long lick up her snatch, a bit faster and pressing his tongue a bit deeper between her wet folds. Her tail twitched and shuddered next to his side, begging to intertwine with that of her new mate's as he continued to slowly pleasure her.

Despite his smaller size, Liiria couldn't think of anyone else she would rather be with. While his tongue lacked the dexterity and size of a drake's, he made up for it in gentle pacing. Holding her furry hips with such tenderness, she felt like the most treasured ‘ness in the world.

He felt her hips rock in his grip, gently gyrating on his chin as he focused his attention on her clitoris. Her juices covered his chin, and his member protested against the hard ground, but he didn't care, determined to devote himself to her pleasure first.

Rocking his head from side to side, he continued to lick his small tongue in her depths, alternating between lapping at her vagina and giving sucking kisses to her pearl. Every time he found a sensitive area, he would tease around it for a moment and then delve his tongue against it in a rapid darting motion before moving to another area, returning when her breathing came back under control.

Liiria's strong, furred thighs began to press against his cheeks as her pleasure built higher and higher. Removing one hand from her hip, he stroked her fur slowly as he brought it around her leg and to her vent. With his tongue lapping at her vagina, he gently stroked his fingers against her clit, alternating between circling and applying a deliberate stroke up and down.

“Mike!” Liiria gasped loudly, her jaws clenched, and her head thrashing from side to side as she tried to process the pleasure he was giving her. “Don't stop, please don't stop!” she begged in a desperate, needy voice. “I'm close, I'm so close. Gods!” she cried.

He could feel her body shuddering and convulsing under his ministrations. While he was tempted to plunge his fingers into her tunnel, he held back. She was clearly enjoying his treatment and was determined to bring her to completion at least once tonight.

A long whine escaped her lips, his fingers circling her nub and tongue lapping at her wet tunnel made her heart pound faster. “Oh god, oh god- oh god.” She panted as she felt her climax building further and further. Her front paws suddenly reached down to guide his head to a more sensitive spot.

Her scent was intoxicating and suffocating. Rolling his head from side to side, he smiled into her slit, feeling every shudder and clench of her body on his tongue while gripping her hip tighter with one hand. He felt her body twist and writhe on the cushions, her forepaws leaving his head as she curled around and tried to tuck her hind leg forwards to see his face. Turning his head slightly, he saw her face looking back at him upside down, her mouth open in a desperate pant and her eyes giving a look of need.

He smiled and lifted his fingers before running them down the side of her slit, observing her nodding enthusiastically. He ensured his fingers became slick with her juices before raising his mouth to focus on her clit, gently inserting two of his fingers. As he slipped his digits into her body, her back arched, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.

Swirling his tongue around her clit, he began slowly pumping his fingers in and out, relishing in how her body responded and reacted to his touch. "Yes, Mike, gods, yes!" she whimpered.

Splitting his fingers, he applied delightful pressure to the top and bottom walls of her vagina. Her slick juices allowed him to effortlessly glide in and out of her tunnel as she tried to clench down on his invading digits. Rolling her hard clit between his tongue and lips, he gave it a slow, steady suck, building in pressure as her gasps increased in pitch.

"Mike, stop, please," she gasped. Mike quickly raised his head in fear and looked at her. "I'm close, I'm so close," she smiled, trying to reassure him. "Can we keep going?" she asked and saw him looking at her in confusion. "Would it be okay if you lay down?" she panted and smiled when he lifted himself off her.

"Oh, okay," he smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When she rolled over, he took her place on the cushions and shimmied his boxers down his legs. Once free, his hard cock sprang to attention, eliciting a gasp from Liiria, who stepped over him. Despite her being smaller than Taalli, he knew he was still a fair bit smaller than a drake but trusted her when she lowered her hips down to him. Grasping his cock, he gave it a few pumps and held it steady for her as she pressed it to her slick entrance.

Mike groaned as he felt his cockhead enveloped in the slick, warm, and wet folds of Liiria's slit. As she slowly lowered herself down his cock, her soft underfur brushed against his belly and thighs. Between the sweltering warmth that swallowed his cock, the warm dragon above him, and the residual heat in the cushions, he started to sweat. "Oh, Liiria, fuck!" he groaned, his hands grasping into the sides of her chest for any semblance of stability as his head spun.

Liiria's heart soared as she craned her head to look beneath her, her green eyes meeting his and discerning the desire burning within him. She would never admit it, but she was always self-conscious about her size compared to a human. The media always insisted that a male desired a nice tight fit, but the way he rocked his hips to meet hers washed away any doubt that she wasn't good enough.

Mike's hands ran through her silky fur before clutching fistfuls of her coat as she alternated between lifting up and down and grinding back and forth. “Gods, Liiria. You're amazing,” he gasped, smiling up at her, seeing the happiness in her eyes at his praise. Every time she lifted, her strong hind legs would tense, tightening her passage slightly to give an almost suckling feeling on his cock before engulfing it again when she dropped down.

Mike's hands stroked her sides, moving slowly down to the soft area ahead of her hips. As his hands gripped her waist where a drake would wrap their paws, Liiria's instincts made her body shudder. Mike could tell that the lifting and dropping was starting to take a toll on her haunches, and he began thrusting up into her as best he could. His legs bent to plant themselves on the cushion, giving him the leverage he needed to deliver powerful thrusts.

Liiria's tail became pinned between his knees, and the pressure of his legs against the sensitive area on its sides made her heart skip a beat. Lowering her hips, she paused her motions and relished in him thrusting into her again and again. She knew he wasn't as well-equipped as a drake but didn't care, her mind erasing all comparisons when one of his hands slid down her and between them.

“Mmmgghhhichael!” Liiria moaned loudly at his fingers caressing her clit, all while he continued to drive into her from below.

Mike was close, but tried to focus on the fur in front of him to prolong the experience. He could feel her powerful egg laying muscles rippling and clenching faster and harder on his cock as her pleasure skyrocketed. “I can't-” he groaned, “you feel too good.”

Liiria's eyes widened and looked between them. “Stay in. Please, don't pull out.” She groaned and lowered herself further, allowing him to only give her sharp, shallow thrusts. “The mess, it won't come out of my fur easily,” she explained in a desperate gasp and saw him nod.

With one arm around her waist, he squeezed her close, two fingers of his other hand swirling on her clit while he tried to focus on humping into her harder and harder. “I'm coming, It's- nggaahhhh!” Mike groaned, thrusting up into her depths one last time and holding himself hilted.

Liiria felt his hot seed shoot into her dripping depths and gasped, the throbs and pulses of his climax sending her over the edge. Her whole body tensed and shuddered, her toes curled into the cushion and her tail swished back and forth as she rode out her climax. Her instincts made her rock back and forth on his cock, trying to prolong her mate's climax and draw as much of his precious seed from his body as possible.

Mike groaned through gritted teeth and moved his hands to her hips for support as she continued to rock on his sensitive member. He could feel her climax easing as he finished firing his seed inside her milking passage. "Oh, Liiria. That—that was amazing," he gasped, letting his head fall back onto the cushion, and looked up at her blissful expression.

"You—you did good," she whispered. She felt his cock start to soften and be expelled by her body as her passage tightened to seal his seed inside her. As his flaccid cock slipped out, she rolled off of him and onto her back. With a wiggle of her body, she lay beside him, her front paws tucked close to her chest and her hind legs stretched out along her tail. She smiled softly and tried to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling in blissful pants.

Mike turned his head and smiled at her. Rolling onto his side, he shuffled so his head was at the same level as hers and stroked her cheek. "You are beautiful," he whispered, looking into her bright green eyes with conviction. "Not just because we did that, but you really are very beautiful."

Liiria closed her eyes and enjoyed his hands stroking her cheek and jawline. "You really think so?" she said, opening an eye and smiling at him to continue.

Mike chuckled and kissed her chin. "Oh, I do. You are one sexy 'ness; you have an adorable face, your big green eyes, swept-back horns," Mike said softly and gave her another kiss. "And then there's the bit where you are such a great cuddler." He added and wiggled closer, making sure to keep his groin away from her furry side.

"I do like a good cuddle," she murmured.

"Well, how about we get cleaned up. And then I get you some ice cream," he said and saw her smile. "It might be too cold for me, though. Unless I had a big soft dragoness who would want to keep me warm," he added with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sure I can help with that," she smiled, stretching her neck to kiss him on the lips.

Mike turned his head and opened his mouth, his hands holding the base of her neck tenderly. Their kiss deepened quickly before he broke it and chuckled. "Let me get you cleaned up first."

"Awwkay," Liiria pouted but leaned back to let him stand up.

Rolling to his side, Mike stood up and smiled. The purple dragoness looked so content; a quick glance down her exposed form made him realize the aftermath of their union. Her puffy vent was still slick with their combined fluids, the fur that was usually fluffy now looked disheveled and clung to her in its wet state. "Where do you keep your kitchen towels?" Mike asked as he walked toward the kitchen.

“There should be one in the bottom drawer, thank you,” she called back, still with her eyes closed as she rested. The fatigue in her hind legs was now starting to catch up with her, and she stretched them slowly with a blissful sigh. She cocked her head when she heard the tap running. He waited for the water to warm up before running the small checkered towel under the stream. Mike cleaned himself up before rinsing the towel and returning back to his dragoness.

Sitting down on the cushion, he gently wiped around her vent, letting her get used to the temperature of the cloth before massaging it across her folds. “Is this okay? Do you want me to get another towel to dry you?”

“It's good, thank you. It will dry quick enough. It's just the fun stuff that kinda mats me a little, and that's a less fun feeling.”

“I bet,” Mike mused, folding the towel over itself to give her a second pass. “Let me know if I'm being too gentle or firm.”

Liiria took a deep breath and slowly exhaled another blissful sigh. “You're great. Having someone tend to me is always great, and I hate it when a drake just wants to up and leave afterwards.”

Mike smirked, gently stroking her groin even though she was clean. “Why would I do that?” he asked and chuckled. “We still have ice cream.”

“I know, right! My Mike is better than any drake; he makes me feel pretty,” she chuckled in a playful voice.

“Well, it's easy because you are pretty,” Mike retorted and caressed her inner thigh.

“If you keep that up, you might be cleaning me forever,” she chuckled.

Mike removed the towel and continued to run his hands up her thighs, taking in her flat belly before giving her a pat. "Okay, let's get some dessert in here," he chuckled and stood up. Looking around, he quickly found his boxers and slipped them on. "I don't have raspberries, but I bought caramel and macadamia nut. Is that okay?"

"Oh, that's more than okay," Liiria said, slowly rolling over to her front to watch him saunter back into the kitchen. "Left cupboard," she added when he paused.

"Ah-ha!" Mike announced playfully as he pulled out a large bowl for them to eat from.

"There should be a spoon in the top drawer," she called back as he retrieved the ice cream from the freezer. The purple dragoness smiled as she watched him work in nothing but his boxers; she couldn't wait for him to lay back down so she could keep him warm. "Oh, um… did you want to stay the night? I think your housemate wanted the house until late," she asked, seeing the time on the kitchen clock.

Mike shrugged as he finished scooping the ice cream. "If that's okay? Your place is a lot closer to work," he replied. "And I'm not a drake that is in a hurry to leave… or a drake for that matter," he chuckled, returning to her with the large bowl.

"It's more than okay," Liiria said, lifting her head up to intercept his as he bent down to place the bowl between her forepaws. Her lips pressed against his in a quick kiss, and she let out a soft, disappointed moan when he stood back up.

"Before I forget, let me just put my phone on charge. I missed my alarm this morning because I was out with a sexy dragoness all night."

"You stud," she teased and reached out to pick up his pants, passing them over. "My charger is on the counter."

Fishing his hand into his pants’ pocket, he pulled out his phone and began typing a quick message to his former boss.

M: Tell Geevin I say Happy anniversary ;)

Could you get him to bring me a set of clothes to the cafe tomorrow morning?

As he connected his phone to the charger and made sure his alarm was set, his phone vibrated. A winking dragon emoji and a thumbs up were the only replies.

Shaking his head, Mike returned to his dragoness and lay down beside her. He smiled when she wrapped an arm around him and pulled him against her chest, her warmth quickly seeping into him and making him relax. "Ice cream time," she giggled and slid the bowl closer to him while still sheltering his furless body from the cool air conditioning.

Mike smiled and dipped the spoon into the ice cream, making sure to collect a good mix of the caramel and nuts before lifting it up to her snout. "Allow me."

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Mike heard his phone vibrating before the alarm softly began to play, its melody gradually increasing in volume to rouse him for the day. Liiria's deep groan of protest and legs wrapping tighter around him elicited a chuckle.

“I think that's me,” Mike mused sleepily, attempting to orient himself.

“No, it's not,” Liiria grumbled, adjusting her paws to hold him even closer as his phone continued to play.

“It is,” Mike chuckled. “I need to get to work; dragons like their routine.”

Liiria curled her head around him, nuzzling his shoulders. “But this dragon likes her Mike cuddles,” she murmured.

Mike smiled, giving her a loving squeeze with his arms around the base of her neck. Stroking his hands across her shoulders, he kissed her throat. “You do make a compelling argument,” he whispered. “But how about…” He began to kiss her again. “I go to work, and you swing by when you wake up, for breakfast?” he suggested, hearing her emit a soft, happy murmur. “Do you like pancakes?” he asked, feeling her nod. “Maybe with raspberries?” he added, smiling when she squeezed him closer.

“With more ice cream?” she asked softly, and he chuckled, returning her smile.

"Of course, what sort of drake would I be if I couldn't provide ice cream for my sexy ‘ness?" Mike said warmly, stroking her shoulders a bit faster. "But I can't make you raspberry pancakes and ice cream if I'm here, though."

Begrudgingly, Liiria relaxed her grip and was rewarded with another kiss. "Fine," she murmured sadly.

Extracting himself from her embrace, Mike crouched next to her head to stroke her cheek gently. "You stay here and stay beautiful." His voice caused her to smile sleepily.

The air was cool but not as cold as last night, and he could tell by the lack of fan noise that she must have turned off the air conditioning during the night. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he asked.

"Upstairs, on the right," she muttered, curling herself up tightly on the cushion to sleep in a little longer. Smiling, Mike got up and silenced the alarm on his phone before beginning to make his way up the timber stairs with yesterday's clothes in hand.

Thankful that the treads didn't creak as he arrived at the landing and turned right, he paused when he saw that Liiria's bedroom door was open. Hoping for an ensuite, he crept inside her room.

A large four-post bed stood proudly against the far wall, with sheets in a lavender hue that matched her fur. A collection of plump white pillows was placed in a circle to make a nest. She had no need for a wardrobe, but instead, a long row of hooks lined one of the walls. Her collection of harnesses, satchel bags, and a red scarf all hung neatly in a row. A mix of faded band posters and framed photos adorned the cream-colored walls.

He smiled as he saw a picture of a much younger Liiria with her mother and a man in the snow, the trio standing in front of a wood cabin in the background. Mike assumed the man was her father; a red beanie covered most of his head, but he stood proudly with an arm around his mate's shoulders. Meanwhile, the adolescent Liiria had been captured pulling a face, her eyes crossed and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth with a long red scarf around her neck.

Mike chuckled and continued, only pausing when he saw another picture of Liiria, taken many years after the previous. Her horns were almost the same length as they were now, and her face held a more mature expression. The image showed her in a black gown, a mortarboard cap balanced between her horns, and a rolled-up certificate tucked into the front of her harness. Next to her stood a much larger black drake, with raven-black fur and large feathered wings tucked close to his sides. He held himself powerfully with an air of confidence and stood close enough to Liiria to make Mike's heart beat a bit faster.

Mike swallowed. “She is an adult; of course, she had boyfriends before me,” he muttered and shook his head to clear the intrusive thoughts. “And I guess some of them were big hulking drakes,” he muttered before turning away.

Stepping past her large four-poster bed, he made his way to the adjacent ensuite and closed the door behind him. Large ceramic tiles ran from floor to ceiling, each one bookmatched with the one next to it to give an almost continuous pattern across the walls and floor. An entire corner of the large bathroom was encased in glass to form a shower suitable for her size. The large glass door was slightly ajar, and Mike noticed the rows of large stainless steel nozzles running up and down the edges. Confirming the sink was dry, he placed yesterday's clothes in the basin and stripped off his boxers.

The shower was more expansive than most of the bathrooms he had been in, easily accommodating Liiria with her tail stretched out. As he admired the design, he puzzled over the arrangement of nozzles and dials on one side of the shower. Examining closely, he discovered a variety of symbols and squiggles that left him more confused than anything else. Identifying the largest lever, he turned it before lifting it, looking up at the showerhead expectantly.

Nothing happened. Glancing back at the dials, he noticed a button marked with a capital A and a circle around it. Shrugging, Mike pressed it and grinned when he was rewarded with a gurgle from the nozzles. His smile quickly vanished, however, when water blasted him from all sides. The pressure was immense, feeling like it was ripping at his skin. He tried to turn around, quickly covering his privates as a jet of water stung his member.

With his eyes closed, he stumbled around the shower, attempting to locate a way to turn off the punishing water jets. After a few minutes of fumbling, the water suddenly ceased, leaving Mike standing in the wet shower with his skin a few shades pinker.

“God damn!” Mike exclaimed while wiping his eyes. Blinking, he looked back at the knobs and saw the button with an A slowly blinking with a cool blue LED light.

Running his hands through his hair, he flicked them dry and scanned the shower for any soap. Spotting a large bottle with a pump tucked in a niche, he pressed firmly down on the top and collected a generous handful of blue, slippery liquid in his hand.

Lathering it in his hands, he smeared it over himself, smiling when he realized it smelled of Liiria. “Geevin is gonna know,” he muttered.

With his body covered in suds, he turned around and inspected the dials once more. The button with the A was flashing faster, and he began to understand that he must have set it to automatic. Grasping the large lever again, he tried to recall where it was set before as the button became a solid blue light.

“Nailed it!” Mike muttered as the water streams resumed, this time nowhere near as high pressure. With his arms outstretched, he turned around, letting the warm water wash off the suds in the process. As the water finally stopped, Mike wiped the glass to peek out and see if Liiria had a towel he could use and frowned when there was none.

A low, building whine emanated from the nozzles, prompting Mike to turn around, his eyebrow raising, and his hands instinctively moving to his groin in fear as the sound intensified to an almost deafening roar. The nozzles, which had previously jetted water, now blasted streams of hot, high-pressure air. Not enough to burn him, but sufficient for Mike to realize that, as a fur dragon, she probably needed something more than a basic hairdryer to dry herself off.

Running his hands through his hair once more, he tilted his head and rapidly found himself becoming dry. While less energy-efficient than a towel, he couldn't deny its effectiveness. Once his hair was dry, he relished the warm air for a minute longer before turning his attention to the switches and dials, attempting to locate a stop button.

Despite his efforts, he was unsuccessful. A smile crossed his face as he tentatively opened the door, and the hot air ceased—evidently a safety feature. Stepping out into the humid bathroom, he found it peculiar to exit a shower with wet feet but a dry body. Slipping back into his old clothes, he opened the door and descended the stairs once again.

Liiria stretched her neck across the cushion and tilted her head, watching him as he put on his shoes and socks. “Do you really need to go to work?” she asked sleepily, rolling over to face him, extending her paws and flexing her toes to motion him closer.

“Oh, you do make it difficult,” he teased, kneeling down next to her head. His hands supported her jaw as his lips met hers once more. “Maybe five more minutes,” he mused, turning his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and gliding along her sharp teeth.

Parting, Liiria pressed her snout into his chest. “We could do a lot in five minutes,” she whispered softly, taking in his scent again while rubbing the bridge of her snout firmly against his body.

“Oh, you are insatiable,” he teased and guided her back up to look into her eyes, finding himself lost in their emerald hue. “I would rather take my time, give you what you properly deserve,” he whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. “Like pancakes,” he added and gave her another soft kiss. “Also, I don't want to get attacked by your shower again.”

Liiria snorted before giggling. “Oh, I'm so sorry, it's really not intuitive, is it? I should have shown you how it works.”

“I think I got it in the end, but maybe next time I can have an expert show me how it all works,” Mike whispered softly and frowned when she pulled away slightly.

“As fun as that sounds, I look fugly when I'm wet,” she said and looked away only to be guided back to look at him.

“Liar,” Mike said warmly and held her gaze. “You looked great when you were wet last night—”

“Michael!” Liiria exclaimed loudly with a giggle. “I walked into that, didn't I?”

Mike grinned and kissed her snout again. “Well, how about you walk into my cave later and let your mate make you breakfast?” he asked and stroked her chin. “My cave being the cafe—”

“Oh, I got it,” Liiria chuckled. “And maybe this lucky ‘ness will saunter over into her drake's territory,” she teased and gave him a playful lick on the chin.

“I'll look forward to it,” Mike smiled and gave her a final long kiss goodbye before leaving her to rest.

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"Oh, it went that well!" Geevin called out as Mike approached the cafe with a skip in his step. "I know that look; someone's little knight ventured into a dragon's cave, didn't he?"

Mike grinned. "Maybe. Did you bring my clothes?" He asked while pulling out his keys from his pants pocket.

Geevin sat on his haunches while Mike unlocked the front door and pulled out a plastic bag of clothes Ben had packed for Mike. "It will cost you details."

Mike shook his head with a smile and collected the newspaper from the ground as he stood up. Pushing the door open, he flicked on the lights and walked in, the large brown drake walking close behind him with his nose twitching.

"Damn, you even smell like her now," Geevin remarked.

Turning around, Mike found the drake a lot closer than he expected and swatted Geevin's questing snout with the day's newspaper. "Well, I used her soap… or shampoo?" Mike said and offered the newspaper in exchange for the bag of clothes.

Geevin grinned playfully. "Oh, you do like your shower sex, don't you. You dirty thing," he teased and took the newspaper from Mike.

Mike blushed red at the memories of his times with Taalli and shook his head. "No, we didn't do that. I just had a shower, alone, before I came here."

"A shower alone, what did you do wrong?" Geevin retorted and pulled his cushion off the top of the pile, moving it to be in a prime location for gossiping.

"I did nothing wrong, thank you very much. I was just letting her sleep in while I came to make you your damn coffee," Mike replied in mock offense and began unpacking the bag of clothes. In addition to a set of clothes, Ben had packed his toothbrush, deodorant, and hair wax. "Besides, she will be swinging by for pancakes later."

"Naww, look at you go," Geevin teased and looked down at the newspaper. "You never make me pancakes," he muttered just loud enough for Mike to hear.

"Yeah, and we don't mess around. Pancakes are one of the many exclusive perks," Mike teased with a smile.

Geevin looked the human up and down before slowly licking his lips and half-closing his eyes in an attempt to look sexy. "Well, if Liiria doesn't work out, I really like pancakes."

Mike shook his head and laughed, "Sorry bud, you're not my type."

"Oh, but you are mine," Geevin joked. "Cute, handsome, and makes pancakes, I'm a simple drake," he added and blew Mike a kiss.

"And taken, from memory," Mike said flatly.

"Oh, I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind if you joined in," Geevin lied.

"Somehow I very much doubt that," Mike replied and collected the key to the bathroom and bundled up the clothes. "I'm going to get changed. Don't eat everything before I get back."

Nodding, Geevin turned the page on the newspaper. "I won't, I'm saving space for pancakes."

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The lounging drake's head perked up when the bell rang above the door. Mike stepped in while tidying his shirt, tucking it neatly into his pants.

“Oh! Some mail came for you at the bar,” Geevin announced and reached into the front pouch of his harness to retrieve a collection of envelopes.

Checking his phone, Mike verified the date. “It is the 16th, isn't it?” he mused and took the letters from Geevin. Every month on the first and the 15th, a paycheck would arrive addressed to him from the government.

Taking the stack of letters, he strolled around to the front of the store and switched the open sign on. Smiling at a blue drake approaching the front door, he said cheerfully, “Yup, we are open. Come on in,” tucking the envelopes into his apron.

Returning to the counter, he took the drake's order and began operating the coffee machine as another dragon padded into the store, marking the beginning of the morning rush.

Geevin looked down at the newspaper and sighed; he knew he really needed to keep writing his book. He promised himself to continue reading once he had finished the chapter he had been struggling with. Folding the paper in half, he pulled out his notepad and pen, glancing at Mike working the counter and coffee machine, trying to find inspiration in the chaos.

The brown drake's pen scribbled slowly on his notebook, detailing scenes of wonder and adventure for his characters, all while Mike prepared order after order. He was absorbed into his writing, and when a large mug of coffee was placed next to him, he jolted. “Oh! Thank you kindly, Michael.”

As the last customer of the morning rush left, Mike began the process of cleaning the coffee machine. “Making progress?” he asked and nodded towards the drake's notebook.

Geevin shrugged and took a deep sip of his coffee. “Sort of. I have a very rough plan of what I want to do with my characters... But that's about it.”

“Are you going to tell me what happens?”

The drake grinned and shook his head, “Nah, you're gonna have to read it.” He teased, “I’m not giving you any spoilers to 'The Tales of Ben and Geevin the Mighty,' two lawful rangers in a roar-less town,” he announced.

“Uh-huh,” Mike mused with a heavy layer of pretend boredom. “Let me guess, Geevin has a giant cock and bones his deputy at every opportunity?”

“Michael! You kiss Liiria with that filthy mouth of yours?” he retorted with a wide grin. “No, I think there are enough stories of a horny lawful human and his equally sex-obsessed dragon lover out there. Besides, I don't have red scales,” Geevin chuckled.

“Wait, so it's not going to be a smut-filled adventure?” Mike asked while he washed out the cloth he was using to clean the machine with.

“Your words wound me, Michael!” Geevin gasped dramatically. “Just because I am a dragon you think I must write books whose pages will become stuck together?”

“It's because I know you, Geevin, not because you're a dragon,” Mike retorted with a smirk. “I didn't know that saucy stories were not your thing,” Mike mused while placing a mug on the rack to dry. “It's a shame really, I was going to tell you about Liiria and I, but I won't. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Well, I didn't say that.” Geevin adjusted his posture to sit more upright and watched Mike continue cleaning the dishes. “Well? Come on, how was it?”

“It was good,” Mike said simply, “We had dinner, then had some fun, and then dessert,” he said, blushing bright red.

“I swear you would make a good drake. Coming into her territory and bringing her food, such a good provider you are.” He teased with a chuckle.

“Oh, shh you,” Mike retorted with a grin. “Though, we did joke about that,” he said, finishing the dishes and starting to wipe down the counter.

“Oh? You two got your own internal jokes now, do you? How cute.”

“Well, not that internal. We just joked about her coming over to my cave and having pancakes,” Mike explained.

The brown dragon grinned, imagining Mike as a dragon in a cave. "Speaking of... how are those pancakes coming?"

"You aren't going to leave when she comes, are you?" Mike asked, seeing the drake's smile grow. "Fine, I'll make some for you too."

"That's a good human," Geevin teased. He took a sip of his coffee as Mike pulled out a mixing bowl from behind the counter and began preparing a basic mixture. "So, all is good in the land of Liiria and Mike?" he asked with a smirk.

"Oh yeah," Mike called back over his shoulder and began to whisk ingredients together. "She is great, she's smart, funny, and her parents seem stable."

"Ooo, I can hear the wedding bells," Geevin teased.

"Please! Even if a dragon and human could, it's still early days," Mike chuckled.

"I don't know, man. You're speed-running the usual steps. Second date, and you're already sleeping in her bed."

Mike shook his head with a smile. "First of all, we didn't sleep in her bed. We had cushions on the living room floor. Secondly, we are adults and both wanted to," Mike justified before pointing the whisk at Geevin. "But hang on, you and Ben were at one another on, like, the second date also, right?"

Geevin smiled wide to reveal his ivory teeth. "That's different," he said simply. "Ben just couldn't resist this sexy rump."

Mike chuckled and resumed mixing. "That's not how he tells it. Geevin, the sad drake who just got dumped, came into Ben's bar, down on his luck and looking for a-" Mike cut himself off as the cafe door opened, and a new customer walked in. "Hi, welcome. What can I get you?" Mike asked, trying to ignore Geevin, whose whole body was vibrating with a stifled chuckle.

Geevin watched as Mike took the order and began working on filling the customer's flask. Looking down at the story he had been working on, he sighed, his brief spark of creativity fading. Folding his pad closed, he pulled across the newspaper and turned the page to scan the news articles hidden among the ads.

Mike finished the customer's order and was reminded of the mail when he saw Geevin buried in his newspaper. He felt his chest tighten as he pulled out the stack of envelopes and began opening them one by one. The first was a promotion on used car warranties, not that he had a car. The next few envelopes had catalogs from clothing shops he had signed up for because he was too polite to say no. As he came to the last envelope, he frowned; it was another piece of junk mail with coupons to receive discounts from Drag'n'Drop. "Hey, was this all of it?" Mike asked and looked at Geevin.

The brown drake tilted his head up, still glancing down to finish the article he was reading before finally turning his attention to Mike. “Yeah, that was all of it. Why?”

“Nothing from Taalli. No checks, I mean,” Mike said, holding up the envelopes.

Geevin shrugged. “That's good though, right?”

“I... I guess,” Mike admitted softly and discarded the mail.

“She must have realized she was still sending her pay to you,” Geevin offered. “I guess it means you are off the hook though, right? She has finally cut the cord.”

“I think you're right,” Mike nodded softly. “I won't lie; I was kind of expecting her to come by one day and act like nothing happened.”

“Well, I don't think that's gonna happen now,” the drake mused, turning the page of the newspaper. “Mikey is a free human now. Mikey can date Liiria without feeling guilty,” Geevin teased, using a squeaky voice.

“Oh, shhh you,” Mike teased back. “Or I might not have enough to make pancakes for you too,” he threatened with a playful smile.

Turning around, Mike bent down to look under the cupboard for a small electric hot plate and pan. His smile vanished when he saw the orange crystal statue of Leena looking back at him. Reluctantly, he moved it off to the side; it was still too valuable to throw away, and maybe he would be able to post it to her. Reaching back into the cupboard, he retrieved the hotplate and set to work getting it ready to cook a large batch of pancakes.

Mike watched a knob of butter melt in the hot pan and smiled when he heard the brown drake start to hum a familiar tune. Looking across to see Geevin, he saw the large drake swaying his body back and forth with a swish of his head while tapping his tail in a familiar beat.

His humming continued to crescendo until he reached the chorus.

“Mike's pancakes bring all the dragons to the yard,

And he's like, Liiria’s better than her,

Damn right, Liira's better than her,”

He paused when Mike shook his head with a broad smile. “Keep that up, and I'll have to charge,” he called back, to the amusement of Geevin who roared with laughter.

“Although if Taalli isn't sending her pay here, I might actually have to get you to settle your debt,” Mike said. “I'm sure I can work out a payment plan for struggling authors,” he added, pouring the first of many servings of pancake batter into the hot pan.

“How about I just add you to my book? Mike, the handsome drake who gets all the best ‘nesses. I'll make you a stud, and we can call it even,” Geevin retorted. “Oh, actually, how about we put you down as the town's bar owner? I'll even name the bar after this cafe, so the readers come here,” he added quickly, pulling his notepad back out to make some hasty notes.

Mike chuckled and watched as the bubbles in the pancake slowly rose. “You are not going to pay me in exposure, buddy,” Mike warned. “Exposure doesn't keep the lights on.”

“Not true! Exposure of one's feet keeps the lights on for many a ‘ness in this day and age,” Geevin justified with a grin. “People pay a lot of money for a pic of soft, delicate toe beans… or so I have been told.”

"Well, either I've been wrong for a long time, or I'm going to congratulate you on your transition. Because in case you didn't realize, you're not a 'ness. And ain't nobody gonna pay money for snaps of your rough feet."

"Fuck you, buddy. Not my fault the pavements here are so damn rough," Geevin retorted in mock dismay. "But maybe I've just found the bad guy for my story. Mike, the evil, body-shaming human! Hell-bent on stealing only the best 'nesses in the land so they cannot reproduce."

Mike laughed loudly. "Oh! I learned something about that, which I'm never, ever going to tell you about," he teased and shook his head when Geevin looked confused.

"Oh, you can't leave me hanging like that!" Geevin exclaimed and pouted when Mike waved his hand dismissively, the human’s cheeks bright red and a smile on his face that told Geevin it must be juicy. "Fine then! Mike the evil human, steals the best 'nesses and tortures the curious drakes with secrets and lies," he added while writing further notes in his notepad.

"Oh, come on!" Mike retorted as the bell rang above the front door. "Stealing the best 'nesses? Why am I a horny evil human all of a sudden?"

"I don't think you're evil," chuckled Liiria as she stepped through the door. "But the rest checks out," she added with a grin, causing Mike to blush profusely, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to say anything coherent.

"L-Liiria! That was way out of context," Mike finally stammered and looked back at the pancake he was making. "Pancake?" he offered.

"Is it poisoned, Mr. Horny-evil human?" Liiria teased, padding her way around the counter. Mike put the spatula down and turned to wrap his arms around her shoulders in a warm hug. "Because Mama always said to stay away from bad boys," she whispered, lifting a paw to wrap around his waist and hold him close.

Mike chuckled, pressing his cheek into her fluffy neck. "But I was on such good terms with your mother," he teased and stroked his fingers through her lavender fur.

Liiria's giggle made him smile, and she took the opportunity to look over his shoulder at the pancake that was cooking behind him. "That needs flipping," she said softly and went to pull back.

"That can be Geevin's," Mike whispered and squeezed her close again before finally letting her go. As she giggled, he turned around and lifted the edge of the pancake to inspect the darkened underside. "Yup, this one is yours," he added.

"Horny-evil human who can’t cook, got it," Geevin chuckled and pretended to write in his notepad again, his cheeky remark lost on the pair as Mike flipped the pancake and Liiria rested her chin on his shoulder to watch.

"I only had raspberry jam, I hope that's okay," Mike said and turned his head to kiss the side of her snout in apology. Picking up the jam jar he gripped it tightly and tried to open to no success.

Sitting on her haunches, Liiria reached around him with her large paws and offered to help. Placing the jars in her paws, Mike smiled when the lid came free with a satisfying pop.

"It's fine. It's the best we could have back home, without someone doing a trip down the mountain," she explained, passing the jar back to him and moving back a step so she could nuzzle his cheek.

He gave her another kiss and moved to retrieve a plate for the drake's first pancake. "How about my ‘ness takes a seat, and I'll bring hers over next," he promised and was rewarded with a happy nod.

Trotting over to the stack of cushions, Liiria pulled one out and placed it near Geevin for an optimal view of Mike working. “Did you have a busy morning?” she called out as she lay down.

“A few more new faces, which was good to see. But otherwise it wasn't too bad, they usually come in waves. So, I'm hoping it will be quiet until lunchtime or so,” Mike explained while pouring the next pancake.

Picking up Geevin's plate, he used a knife to slather a large dollop of raspberry jam over it and added a scoop of vanilla ice cream, then brought it over to the lounging drake. “How about you? Did you get that review done?”

Liiria nodded and watched the pancake get placed on a low table in front of Geevin. “Oh, yeah. That's all done and sent. But I printed out a hard copy just in case Nuut comes in. He hasn't been yet, has he?”

Mike picked up Geevin's empty coffee mug and shook his head. “Not yet; he usually comes through about now though,” he said and returned to the kitchen.

“Other than that, it's been a great morning,” Liiria remarked and saw a knowing smile pull at the corner of Geevin's snout as he folded his pancake with a claw and took a bite. “Traffic was weird, though,” she continued.

“Oh? How so?” Mike asked while cleaning a mug as the next pancake cooked.

"Like, I thought I knew the patterns of the lights, but today I had greens the whole way. Even the set on the corner here, I usually have to wait ages, but it just turned green as I approached it," Liiria explained.

"That's lucky," Mike mused. "Want a mocha with your pancake?"

"Oh, yes please!" Liiria replied and continued to wait patiently while Mike became busy with the coffee machine.

"How was your morning, Geevin?" the brown drake said to himself in a high-pitched voice and busied himself with his newspaper. "Oh, why thanks for asking, I've made some headway on my book—"

"Oh, shut up, Geevin, no one cares," Mike exclaimed sarcastically. "Just eat your damn pancake."

"I have!" Geevin replied. "How long did you think it would take for me to eat a singular pancake? I'm a hungry drake!" he said and glanced at Liiria for support who chuckled.

"Hey, I'm doing my best here. I've only got one hot plate," Mike retorted quickly. "Just keep writing your damn book," he added while finishing making Liiria's coffee.

"But Mike, it's hard to write on an empty stomach," Liiria chimed in with a grin, glancing at the drake who nodded in approval.

"See, she gets it. At least give us a muffin to share while we wait for you to burn the next pancake," Geevin added.

"Oh, yes! A muffin to go with my coffee!" Liiria chuckled and laughed when Mike turned to look at the pair in disbelief.

"Oh my God, one of you I can deal with, but two? Maybe I do need an assistant." He sighed and started to make another pancake. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the two dragons still looking at him expectantly. "Fine! Which one? I've got blueberry, chocolate chip, and carrot cake."

Liiria's giggle made him smile, and he bent down to open the cabinet. "Blueberry? Yes! Blueberry," Liiria called out while checking with Geevin.

"And cut it in half, Mike. I don't want to catch girl germs," Geevin called with a smile. "No offense."

"None taken," Liiria smiled and wiggled slightly when Mike stood up from behind the counter and began microwaving the muffin.

Mike shook his head with a smirk as he waited for the muffin to heat. His head turned as the bell above the door rang. "Hey, Nuut," Mike announced, and Liiria was quickly on her feet as the drake stepped inside.

"Howdy," replied Nuut with a polite smile. "Can I get the usual?" he asked and unhooked the two flasks from his harness. As the drake stepped to the counter, both Mike and Geevin noticed his limp was a lot less pronounced.

"Of course!" Mike said and took the flasks from him.

"Mr. Nuut. Hi!" Liiria exclaimed, stepping closer to the gray drake. "I sent over that review, but I brought a physical copy as well," she said and reached into the side pouch of her bag to fish out a manila folder.

"Well, don't you work quickly," Nuut said politely as he took the folder from her. Sitting back on his haunches, he skimmed through the papers inside.

Liiria's tail swished back and forth in uncertainty as she waited for his verdict. "I wasn't sure if I went too detailed or not, but I figured it was easier to have too much and cull some than not enough, if that makes sense."

Nuut nodded as he read. "It looks good. I'll forward it up the chain. Like I said, no promises, but I spoke to my boss, and he is receptive to the idea," he said, tucking the folder into his harness.

Liiria tried to remain professional and contain her excitement. Awkwardly standing in front of him, she was glad when the microwave chimed, breaking the silence.

Mike sealed the first flask and adjusted the dials on the coffee machine to make a stronger one for Nuut's neighbor.

Glancing at the pancake, he turned and flipped it over before dashing to the microwave, opening the door before it chimed again.

"You're making pancakes now, are you, Mike?" Nuut asked, peering over the counter.

"A special treat. I don't think I could keep up if I was doing it for real," Mike chuckled while dividing the cake-sized muffin across two plates.

Seeing Mike glance at the coffee machine, Liiria stepped up to the counter and extended a paw to take one of the muffin plates. “I can handle that.”

Mike smiled in appreciation and handed her one plate to give to Geevin, placing the second on the counter for her. Glancing at the brown drake, he noticed he was engrossed in his newspaper with a stern expression on his snout.

Liiria placed the plate down in front of him and chuckled when he didn't acknowledge it. Retrieving her own plate, she sat down on the cushion but refrained from eating right away.

“And that's for your neighbor,” Mike said as he screwed the top onto the second flask. “How's the deck coming along?” he asked while ringing up the order on the register.

Nuut nodded. “Yeah, it's going a lot smoother now. We're taking turns with the hammering, which makes it fun,” he added with a slight blush. “Thanks again for those drawings, Mike; they've been a big help.”

“Not a problem at all, Nuut. Would you like a pancake for the flight?” Mike offered and gestured to the hotplate.

“Maybe another time, Zuurah is making me something as we speak.” Replied happily. “So must dash.”

“Well, You take care now,” Mike said as the drake turned.

“Will do, and Liiria?” Nuut said, turning his head to look at the lavender dragoness. “I'm sure I'll be in touch, either way,” he added with a polite nod.

Liiria waited until the gray drake was out on the street before letting out a squeal of glee.

“Well, that went well!” Mike cheered as he poured the last of the pancake batter into the pan.

“Oh my god! Yes!” Liiria exclaimed, wiggling in excitement on her cushion. “I hope they like it. I found like half a dozen mistakes in what I wrote yesterday, but now I'm not sure if I got them all,” she said, her eyes widening as a touch of panic ran up her spine. “Gods, what if I spelled the name of the cafe wrong?”

“I doubt you did that!” Mike said warmly and flipped the pancake. “I'm sure it was great. I look forward to reading it.”

Liiria exclaimed, "Oh, shoot. I didn't get you to read it! I just wrote this whole piece about your cafe, and it didn't even cross my mind to ask you for feedback."

"Relax, Liiria! I don't think you should let the owners see the article before it's published anyway." Glancing at her, he noticed she was nervously nibbling on her muffin, with crumbs falling from her chin as she scanned the cafe for any overlooked details. "Did you say nice things about the place?" he asked, smiling when she nodded. "Then I'm happy with what you wrote."

He shook his head and began scooping ice cream onto the stack of pancakes before delicately placing the last one on top, creating a pancake-encased ball of cold dairy.

"We should do something to celebrate," Mike announced.

"I haven't got the job yet. They might not even like it," Liiria said, a touch of sadness in her voice.

"Oh, they will," Mike reassured. "But even on the rare chance that they don't, we should still celebrate. You wrote your first review!"

"Well, that's true, I guess," Liiria said with a weak smile. "What should we do?"

"Well, I know a bar across town; the owner's boyfriend has racked up a bit of a tab here, so it could be a fun, cheap night out," Mike teased. He noticed his joke hadn't landed with Geevin, who was still engrossed in the newspaper, his half of the muffin going cold on the plate in front of him.

"A bar would be nice. Do they serve good food too?" Liiria asked, glancing at the brown drake who was still ignoring them.

"Oh, they do. Their ribs are to die for," Mike smiled. "I taught Ben my secret recipe."

Liiria's smile faltered, "I'm not sure about ribs. They can be a bit messy."

"Of course, they have other options too. But maybe we can get ribs one day and take them home to eat. I promise, they're that good."

Liiria chuckled, "Okay, next time for sure. But I would be keen to have a few drinks tonight."

"I might swing back to mine after work and get cleaned up, though. My shower doesn't attack people," Mike said, smiling when Liiria giggled.

"I have some things to do this afternoon, but can I meet you here and go back to yours?" she asked, hopeful to learn more about Mike.

"Sounds like a plan. Something wrong with the muffin, Geevin?" Mike asked, looking at Geevin, who seemed completely engrossed in the newspaper. "Earth to Geevin."

The brown drake snapped his head up and blinked a few times as Mike came around the counter with a plate of pancakes to share with Liiria. He looked down at the small article that had him stunned and then back at Mike. “It's… I mean, sorry… I'm sure the muffin is good,” he stammered and tried to smile when Mike cocked his head.

“It's good. But pancakes are better,” Liiria said happily as Mike placed them down in front of her and pulled a fork from his apron. Mike frowned at Geevin; he could tell by the look in the brown drake's big eyes that something was gnawing at him. “These smell amazing!” Liiria said warmly and patted the cushion for Mike to sit down.

Geevin watched Mike sit down next to Liiria and stroke her forearm before starting to eat. The pair giggled as Mike used his fork to feed her a chunk of the delicious breakfast, deliberately missing her mouth so he had to kiss the mess off her snout.

A faint smile flickered on Geevin's snout. While Ben and himself had been worried about Mike when Taalli left him, he could tell now that Mike was once again truly happy. Looking down, he re-read the small article, the words already committed to memory.

“That muffin isn't going to eat itself, Geevin,” Mike teased with a mouthful of pancake, a drip of cream in the corner of his mouth, which quickly became the target of Liiria's tongue.

“Is everything okay?” Mike asked, using a hand to hold Liiria's snout away for a second to focus on the troubled drake. Sensing the seriousness, the lavender 'ness turned to look at Geevin as well.

Looking at the pair of them, Geevin couldn't hold either of their gazes and looked back down at the newspaper for an escape. “Oh, it's the umm…” he said slowly as he scanned the newspaper quickly. “Dragonball news, one of the Cresties got hurt. It doesn't look like they will play again,” he said, reading an article just above the one that was driving a knife into his chest.

Mike frowned, “I didn't know you cared about Dragon Ball. Who was it?”

Geevin gave a weak shrug and continued reading. “Their new claimer, Daanic. Poor drake only was signed on a few seasons ago.”

“That sucks!” Liiria said sympathetically. “I don't really follow Dragon Ball, but since they brought in the horn cam, well, it's almost like I'm flying,” Liiria said.

Mike continued to look at Geevin; he remembered the drake's comments about the sport being too barbaric for his taste and knew he wasn't telling the truth. The brown drake's eyes met his and then flicked to Liiria in a silent plea to not push the subject. Not now anyway.