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Dino New Year

“Vertiche mansion?" Daranya asked a passerby. The corgi shrugged her petite shoulders and wrapped her arm tighter around the waist of her mate, a tall otter who frowned at her.

Daranya resumed her walk, stopping at the intersection of 6th and 8th of Central city, in front of a jewelry store that cast radiant silvery light upon the hobos slumped next to its walls. She crouched in front of a haggard husky and addressed him the same question.

“Fock off. Ain't knowing no fancy ass mansion. Cold cunt. Colder than this focking weather..." he muttered to himself, pulling his tattered blankets up to his dirt caked neck.

She considered going into the store and asking the salesman for direction, a polite ocelot who proceeded to show her wares to a pair of jaguars that paid more attention to each other than to her jewelry. That thought quickly vanished from her mind when her gaze fell on the clean red carpet, stainless, unlike her mud caked feet.

Daranya had no need of cumbersome footwear. Nobody designed T-rex sized shoes, and her black talons would simply pierce through the flimsy leather.

She stepped in front of a brown Labrador, blocking him with her imposing bulk. “Vertiche mansion. Where is it?"

The lab's ears pinned back over his skull as he eyed her towering frame. The mutt barely reached past her chest in height, and the leather jacket she wore was a fit too tight, outlining her muscular arms.

“I...I...don't know. No clue. Sorry, so sorry."

Daranya sighed and looked around. People milled around, clad in furred garments, thick and sumptuous. Some wore a sleek raincoat, while others preferred a fluffed up jacket that made them look bloody fat. Compared to them, Daranya only wore a slim, dark leather jacket, zipped up to cover the light green plates of her torso and the pebbly green hide of her arms. A snug skirt of a similar color flowed down her muscular haunches, reaching down to her knees, where it split into a myriad of tassels. Her kind favored them, but the people of Central City seemed to despise it.

Why, Daranya couldn't tell, nor the reason they kept their distance from her long, sinuous tail. Brown ridges adorned its top, fading gradually into the emerald color of her hide up to her tapered tail tip. The same ridges covered the upper surface of her stubby fingers and long toes, including her shorter dewclaws. Fashionable for another cold blooded species, yet a turn-off for the furry anthros.

Daranya continued her walk, asking her question to whoever didn't lounge away from her, a select few who were too busy to text on their phones to notice her. One brown bear, however, stopped to take in her frame, licking his lips and adjusting his top hat as she inquired the whereabouts of Vertiche Mansion.

“Oh, it's downtown. Take a turn on the fifth and keep forward until you see this lavish place. There should be pointers, so you can't miss it."

“Gratitude," Daranya said, a shudder creeping through her frame when he glanced at her hips. After he threw her a salacious smile, the bear continued on his way.

Daranya lifted a foot, eager to follow him, to receive his warmth inside her if he showed enthusiastic about it, but ultimately, she turned around and broke into a stride. She was already late, and Joe Mason had always been one punctual man.

A man!

Her heart fluttered at the mere memory of him, of the way they bumped into each other—literally— the day before. They shook hands, a brief contact that had lingered within her mind up to this point. Central City had no shortage of furs, but humans were a rare sight to behold, especially the nerdy and inexperienced kind that Daranya favored.

On her way to the mansion, she gaped at some of the little creatures, so slim, so short, yet so infinitely interesting. Unlike the other furs, they were frail and weak, their hide tearing and bleeding from a mere handshake in some cases. None of them reciprocated her glances. The humans found her odd, just like the rest of Central City.

Daranya only noticed she reached her destination when the shops gave way to a towering wall made of glistening reinforced obsidian, treated with various chemicals that enhanced its durability. She turned away from it, its stench irritating her sensitive nostrils, and walked up to the imposing gate, made of silver, with flowing patterns mixing in the most pleasant of shapes.

“Your invitation," one of the blue dragon guards demanded, stretching a burly paw. Daranya summoned it from one of her pockets, and he grabbed between the tip of his claws, as if her hide carried a deadly disease to him.

“Daranya." He scoffed, and his twin—an equally fat wretch—chuckled in derision. “Can't imagine a guy desperate enough to stick his cock into a freezing cunt and pay with an invitation as well."

“Must of been a dog," his twin said. “They lick and fuck everything, so long as it's cunt or arse."

Daranya's temper flared. With great effort, she kept her lips from pulling up into a snarl, well aware of the firepower these two packed. In Central City, nobody cared about the death of a T-rex from the countryside. They would even praise the one who did it and call it good riddance.

So Daranya ripped the invitation from his paws and slapped his wrist with a swipe of her tail when one of the dragons reached to grab her jacket.

“I'm invited. I go in."

“Go in," the same dragon said, thrusting his arm to the side in a cordial invitation. “But mark my words, reptile. No fock will ever get inside your shriveled cloaca. Your talons is all you have. Better get used to the scratches."

She flicked her tail nonchalantly, her talons clicking softly against the cobbles of the path that led into the grand mansion sprawling before her. The lavish yard boasted several fountains that sprang between the meandering pathways, each donned with icicles. The cold kept everybody inside the mansion, light flickering from the three dozen or so windows, illuminating the snowy landscape. Christmas Carols greeted Daranya's ears, faint at first, yet increasing in pitch as she made her way to the grand, red oak twin doors.

She paused in front of them, looking around.

Nobody else trailed after her. She was late. Utterly rate. Without a watch to give her the time, she might as well have missed the countdown that ushered in the New Year, but a tingle within her gut begged to differ.

Her fingers balled into a fist that she used to known on a smooth surface of the door, near its edge, away from the dancing bears carved into its surface.

“Yo! Welcome to Vertiche!" A spindly doberman exclaimed enthusiastically as he got the door for her. The grin he flashed diminished under his big eyes, wide as saucers, as he took in her features.

“Oh sh..." he bit his tongue just in time to avoid an unnecessary remark and blinked to wipe away the surprise etched upon his face. “Right this way. Make yourself comfortable. The stage is to the right, ahead are the—yo yo yo, dino man, you can't just waltz in here!"

He rushed to lay a hand upon her harm, his grip soft. Daranya threw him a side glance, enough to make him lift his arms and step away from her.

“Yo, my man, sorry for grabbin' you, I ain't no gay or anythin', but yo' bare feet are making a muddafuckin' mess."

Daranya glanced at her toes, then behind, her muddy footprints too conspicuous on the velvety red carpet that united the entrance with the spiraling stairways ahead and the halls on either side.

“You from the countryside, eh? Is cool, is cool, made it past those fat motherfuckers so you is legit. Still can't go around this place whilst being dirty an' shit. Come over."

Daranya followed him to the side of the entrance, to a small pool of water hewn into the marble floor, barely wide enough for her joined feet to make it inside. The water level was also too low, not enough to clean the upper surface of her toes, but enough to wipe away the grime from her soles.

“Cool. You're cool now. Now step over to that pile of towels. Not many furs like hot air blown on their paws. It tickles an' shit."

Daranya rubbed her feet over the crumpled towels, one golden eye fixated on the scrawny doberman who fidgeted, hands clasped at his back.

“You have hot air?" She inquired, eagerness welling within her chest.

“Nah, mahn, is what I keep saying. Furs have ticklish paws. Not your case. You've like, feet the size of your cock if I didn't know any better, haha."

“I'm a female."

The Doberman's jaw drooped. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, you're right. My bad, dino lady, my bad." He did some strange gestures with his hands while shaking his head, confusing Daranya further.

“I'm just...just gonna...have to mind the door an' shit, know what I'm saying?"

She knew. Far too well. People always made up excuses to part ways with her. Nothing new for a T-rex with her strong features and constitution.

Her paws clean, Daranya stepped onto the fancy velvety carpet, biting her lower lip at the exquisite sensation of that terribly smooth surface upon her bare feet. Around her, groups of people chattered idly, keeping to the sides of the grand hall.

Daranya didn't need to ask them where the dining hall was. The music lured her left, into a broad corridor that led into room so wide she stopped just to marvel at it.

Upon the days sat at least forty people, each playing a different instrument, the mellow sounds twining in a perfect harmony. Tables littered the marbled floor, spreading around in concentric patterns, the air stuffy with the savory scent of food mixed with the choking reek of cigarette smoke.

She made her way through the tables without even flinching at the yelps and foul words that the other furs threw at her. With such narrow space between the tables, stepping onto the toes of the furs wondering between tables was inevitable.

Townsfolk...always whining about everything and anything.

She found Joe sat at one of the outermost tables, so far away from the dais the christmas carols the band played muffled to a faint buzz amidst the raucous babbles of the other guests. He raised a tentative hand, his short black hair, brown eyes, and light tan colored skin giving him away.

“Joe," she said, striding over to him and knocking over a flower vase with her tail on the way. Joe paled when a leopardess called her a careless lizard, but Daranya covered the remaining distance between them and stood in front of the table, chancing a glance at Joe's companion.

“She's a...she's kinda busy."

“Yeah, hello," the lioness mumbled, eyes glued to the screen of her tablet. Her claws pattered upon it furiously as she sat cross legged, her drink untouched.

“I'm his girlfriend. Leave."

Joe's eyes widened to the size of raspberries, while the lioness simply shrugged.

“Nice one. You look more a beast than a proper citizen. Check the kennels. There's warm broth being brought."

Daranya's sharp hiss forced the eyes of the skinny slut upon her. “I'd rather have lion. Chock full of iron and proteins. A most savory meal."

“Fine, whatever. Geez, losing your shit over a nerd who can't even get it up. Have fun, beast and ugly."

With that, she got up and left, her sumptuous lavender dress rustling on her way out. Daranya took her vacated seat, slamming her arms on the table so hard the dinnerware rattled.

“Hi Joe. Good to see you again."

“Uhm...yeah, sure," he muttered, obviously shaken. His jittery eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, his frame shifting in his chair ever so often. “Whew. Quite the entrance, Dary. I'll give you that."

Daranya nodded, restraining the reply hovering on her lips. He shivered. That meant he needed a moment to recover. While she waited for his nerve to return to him, Daranya grabbed a glass between two talons, applying too greater pressure to it. The glass shattered, drawing a yelp from Joe and a dozen glances from the other guests.

“Is that a dinosaur?" One of them said.

“Freaking beasts...." a thinner voice agreed.

“How in the high heavens did she get in here?" a lower, feminine voice inquired.

Before Daranya had the chance to pinpoint the ones who spoke, a waiter rushed over, wearing the red and black garments of mansion Vertiche.

“Terribly sorry about this. Let me scoop the shards of glass."

Daranya did that before he had the chance, swiping them away into her palm and discarding them into the towel he proffered. He looked so young, this german shepherd, barely a man.

“Can I get you anything?"

“Some brandy," Daranya said.

“What type of brandy? There's quite a fair bit of them if you would just look..." he stretched a paw to grab the menu in unison with Daranya, their hands touching.

He drew back with a hiss. “You're cold!"

“Cold blooded, yes." Daranya quivered from the brief contact. So warm. So inviting. It made her yearn for more. “Now bring me some brandy. That should warm me up."

He nodded and left, leaving her alone with Joe Mason once again. The human regained his poise somewhat, his little fingers shifting the knot of his black tie in a more comfortable position.

“Wow. You really shattered that glass, didn't you?" He scrunched his nose, sniffling and looking around, jittery as ever.

“It happened. What does it matter? They have thousands of spares lying around."

“Yeah, I suppose you're right." Joe slumped back in his chair, arms placed atop the armrests clad in red velvet. He wore a light brown suit and khakis to go with them, black shoes and a dark tie to match his hair. Exquisite choice of clothing, and a neat hairstyle as well, spiky at the front and tamer across his skull.

Daranya took in a deep breath, laden with his sharp cologne. It stirred her blood, to lie so close to a human, one arm's length away from his small yet warm hands. She twined her fingers to refrain from touching him and licked her lips.

“Did you get the suit from LaRoche?"

“From LaRoche, yes...wait what? Nah, it's from...psht," he said, cupping his face in his palms for a moment. “I don't know. Just had it lying around in my wardrobe. Decided to wear it tonight."

Daranya curled her toes to suppress her eagerness to hug him, lick him, make love to him. That was what her kind did to comfort their friends, but Joe wasn't a dino. He was a human, so delicate, Daranya was almost afraid to touch him, least she broke his wrist, like she broke the glass.

“It looks good," she added. “Very fashionable."

“Thanks. You look good too."

“No I don't."

Joe rested his chin upon the bridge of his palms. “Come on. It's stylish."

“I don't know fashion. I just grabbed whatever fit me and wasn't already torn."

“Torn? Why?"

“I get impatient before sex."

Joe looked away, fumbling through his menu in a failed attempt to conceal the blush blossoming within his cheeks.

“Didn't you have sex? With the lioness?"

“I uh...I didn't even know her," Joe said, eyes still glued to the menu.

“But she sat at your table."

“A few females tend to do that, so they can text more efficiently."

A tinge of spite seeped into his words, betraying a most surprising fact.

“So you didn't have sex so far?"

“Nope."

“Not even with the bunny?"

“Hah," Joe chuckled, lifting the menu to cover his face. “Especially with the bunny. She seduced my friends. All of my friends. Slept with every single one of them. She even performed fellatio to them."

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told her that you were available."

“I am available, Dary. Or I try to be. It's just that..." he trailed off, folding the menu on the table and throwing her an uncertain glance. “I don't know. Me and females—something just doesn't mix."

Daranya swallowed down her building lust.

Available. She liked the sound of that, enough to stretch her hand forward and grab Joe's hand. Unlike the other males she had met, Joe didn't flinch nor flee her grip.

“I broke your wrist once," Daranya said, running her thumb over his smooth, warm skin.

“That's your fondest memory of our childhood?" Joe teased, yet Daranya could feel the uncertainty twitching within his fingers, making him wary of her sharp, dark talons, of the strong grip she possessed. He kept his fingers balled in a protective fist. Not afraid of her, yet not completely comfortable either.

The passing of years had the habit of putting distance between good friends, to the point where Joe no longer believed in her self-control.

The arrival of the same waiter ended the intimate moment between them. Joe drew back, straightening his back and coughing once to clear his voice, while Daranya crossed her legs and threw the german shepherd an inquisitive look. It must have unnerved him, for he looked to Joe instead.

“What can I get you two?"

“I'll uh...have the borsch and this fancy steak with the unintelligible name."

“Flæskesteg," he said with crisp clarity. “Sure thing."

“And I'll have fries with it. Plain fries."

“And the lady?" he turned towards her, trying to smile, but ultimately failing.

“The same. Joe knows what a lady wants."

He scribbled some notes and pocketed his pen and touchscreen device. “Anything to drink?"

“I don't drink," Daranya said.

“Me neither," Joe rushed his words. “You can go."

“Alright. Have a lovely evening you two."

As he turned around, Joe leaned over the table. “Didn't like the way he looked at you one bit."

“It's okay. I am used to people gaping."

“Do they still mistake you for a male?"

“Most of them do."

A low chortle fled Joe's lips, the little human nodding his head slowly as he poured himself some sprinkled water. “Wow. Wearing a skirt, and they still mistake your gender. What's next, believing you're a scotsman wearing a kilt?"

Daranya tried to laugh, yet her rumbling sounds mirrored a growl more than her mirth. Heads turned to regard her, but Joe shifted his seat closer to cover some of the gaping figures. His two hands reached towards her paw, grabbing it, cradling it in a too warm embrace.

“Screw them. You can kick all of their fat arses."

“I feel like tearing all of them a new one," Daranya admitted.

Joe presented her with a meek smile, doubtful of her intentions, like always. Ever the good man, her Joe.

“They probably deserve it, but not tonight. Not while we share a lovely dinner."

Daranya didn't speak. She simply favored the tingles creeping through her hide, dispersing along her thighs, eliciting a few abrupt shudders from her muscular insides. Wetness dribbled into the velvety cushion of her chair, thin, watery, gooey, and bearing a faint scent that only another dinosaur would notice.

The tighter he held her in his grip, the wetter Daranya turned, his warmth irresistible, just like his intense gaze.

“So," Daranya broke the awkward silence, shifting on her seat to cover the damp patch. “Back to females."

Joe rolled his eyes in disbelief. “You're killing me, Dary. How can this dinner be lovely if you keep bringing up my nonexistent social life?"

“I'm sorry." Her clutch tightened around him, unwilling to let go of him.

Surprisingly, Joe's other hand gripped her equally tight. “Nah. I want to talk about it. I mean, you are a female. Maybe you can give me some tips."

He swallowed hard, voice laden with indecision. From the way his brow furrowed and the way his cheeks reddened, it was quite clear that Joe only told her what she wanted to hear. It gave pause to Daranya, to cause him further emotional distress, but at the same time, Joe needed to become a man.

“I can. Touch me down there."

Her bluntness took Joe aback. A gasp fled through his gaping mouth, which he promptly covered with a hand as he looked around to make sure nobody else heard it.

Silly human...

“Touch me. How are you supposed to pleasure a female if you don't know her body?"

He still didn't look at her while he wriggled out of her grip and slammed his back against the backrest of his chair, drumming his fingers on the armrests with practiced dexterity.

“I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Let's leave it at that."

“But you did hear it, and your mind should start pick things up."

“All that my mind is doing is spin like a freaking tornado, Dary."

He was right. His temples and neck pulsated from the rapid beating of his heart, and sweat oozed from the furrows of his brow. To calm himself, Joe leafed through the menu, tidied his utensils, even drained a glass of water faster than he ever did before.

Then, he glanced at her, only to look away and scoff.

“You're serious. Bloody serious."

“And you aren't."

“Of course I'm not," he said as he formed a triangle with his palms to rest his brow upon. “This is a public place. A public place, Dary!"

His voice diminished to barely a whisper. For some reason, Daranya found it strangely arousing, the human's shame making her lick her snout enthusiastically as she reached towards his hand.

He flicked out of her grip instantly.

“No. Hell no. This is ridiculous. It is borderline insane."

Daranya grabbed his wrist this time, applying enough pressure to make him yelp in pain as his tendons shifted against her pebbly hide. They eyes met, her golden ones against his jittery brown spheres. He bit his lower lip to contain his apprehension, but other than that, he made no move to stop her, nor flee her grip.

Finally. He relented.

Daranya dragged her chair closer to his with the aid of her other hand, still holding him.

“This is on you. If somebody ever...gaaahhhh."

“They will, if you keep moaning like a helpless pup. Now shut up open your menu. Look at the thing you kept fondling this evening. Just like that," she added as he began running an index finger over the text, pretending to be deep in thought while choosing a perfect wine to match the occasion.

“I may potentially hate you for this."

“I'm willing to take the risk."

They no longer spoke, Daranya too excited to direct him towards her thighs, and Joe too nervous to utter as much as a peep. He kept his fingers curled, rigid, the tips twitching as she guided him over a knee and up the rippling muscles of her thigh.

“I'll leave you on your own so that you can sneak under my skirt."

“You....agh," he restrained himself.

Uneasy as he was, Joe's hand still glided over her thigh, his soft finger tips groping at the sensitive hide of her inner haunch, eliciting a shiver from Daranya. To make it easier for him, she lounged back into her chair, grabbing her own menu to keep things inconspicuous for him. The letters distorted in front of her the closer Joe advanced upon her nethers, his warmth overpowering her senses, urging her lips to shudder against her will.

When he stopped, she threw Joe a glance to make sure his heart was still in this. His jaws, settled tight against one another, along with the focused look on his face, suggested as much. His hand continued its trek, no words being shared, for no words were needed for intimate acts such as this one.

Only raw lust, in its unaltered form—or, in Joe's case, curiosity.

Daranya's toes gripped the linoleum, her claw tips piercing it and drawing thin, uneven scratches along its surface as a spike of pleasure rushed through her body. Joe didn't even reach her crevice, yet the sensation of smooth skin upon her sensitive inner thigh drove her mad with desire.

“Fuck. There's something on your—“

“I'm wet," Daranya blurted out, pushing her hips forward to practically force her nethers against his fingers. “It's just natural lubrication."

Joe said no more. He winced instead, prodding at her edges with faint, shaky touches, rubbing her rather than piercing her, like she expected. Daranya allowed him to do his thing, too caught up in the fetters of pleasure. Even a light dab at her folds was enough to get her muscles to spasm in anticipation, and Joe did more than that. He practically caressed her, making her grow wetter by the second. More slippery arousal flowed past her quivering crevice, drenching Joe's fingers.

He should have pulled back, her frail little human. Should have felt disgusted by her, just like the rest of the furs and humans.

Instead, he took in a deep breath, curled his lower lip inwards, and sank his teeth into it as he joined two fingers together, which he promptly slid inside her.

“Hmmpf," Daranya whimpered, biting back the lewd moan that would have burst out otherwise. She breathed hard and fast, fighting back the urge to clamp down upon Joe's fingers and drag him inwards, deeper and deeper, in order to get her fill of him. Pulling him in with just the sheer strength of her egg-laying tunnel would scare him, however, or worse...

So, she leaned further into her chair, spreading her legs invitingly, grabbing the edges of the table hard enough for the flimsy wood to creak and splinter around the edges.

What a rush. The tide of pleasure knocked Daranya senseless, slamming like a tide against her, bringing her on the very edge of release. Try as she might to fight it back, Joe's warm and wriggly fingers made it all too difficult, and the way he kept pushing in and out of her with slow, tantalizing strokes teased her to the point where she could hold back no longer.

She wanted him. More of him. Not just the tips of his fingers.

“Hrrrrrr," she growled, grabbing the armrests of her chair, least she melted onto the floor. Her insides convulsed, powerful ripples washing through her muscles. Joe's fingers remained within her cunt, his retreat much too sluggish.

Daranya seized his fingers, suckling him in with short, abrupt motion, making the human gasp, yelp—even release a low, whimpering scream. Daranya pulled him all the way in to his knuckles, milking him with the most intense shudders a male could feel.

Then, when the pleasure became too much to bear, Daranya surrendered herself to it, allowing it to rush through her like an electrifying jolt.

“You...you just..."

Daranya kept her eyes closed, her vision spinning, her legs remaining sprawled as her juices rushed out of her in quick, abrupt spurts. Joe used her moment of distraction to flee her femininity, the absence of his girth diminishing her climax a notch, yet not enough.

She continued to ride the waves of endless euphoria, shifting from side to side in her chair, moaning and whimpering. Lust flowed rampantly out of her, splattering on the velvet cushion of her chair with audible sounds, cold and sleek and slimy. Thin, gooey strands united her chair and the floor as the excess femcum began to leak, Daranya's orgasm so potent that, by the time her spasms reduced to faint shudders, her throat turned parched and her lips dry.

Daranya adjusted into her chair, ignoring the wet cushion. Joe poured her a drink that she downed in one gulp, then another, and another, her nostrils flared to let out deep, wheezing breaths.

“You should go to the restroom. Wipe yourself or—or something."

Her head felt incredibly light, her muscles spent, and her vision remained hazy from her afterglow.

“No. I'm fine. I just need a moment."

“No. What we need is to freaking get out of here before that waiter is back."

For the third time, Joe grabbed a napkin to wipe off the juices coating his hand, his gaze flying from table to table, eyes wide with unnecessary worries.

“Use this." He handled her a napkin. “Wipe yourself. Jesus Christ, you came so freaking hard."

There was urgent desperation within his tone, yet also strange satisfaction. Deep down within, Joe liked giving pleasure to his first female. He enjoyed making her cum.

There, during that very moment, Daranya realized she wanted him. All of him. Not just his fingers, but his entire body, along with the hard, throbbing manhood that probably pulsated within his pants. His khakis showed no sign of it, the material too flexible, but Daranya knew it. Joe seldom rapped his fingers on the table. He rarely glanced at his loins for more than a split second, as if to make sure nothing showed.

So freaking adorable, and such a huge turn-on! She felt the tingles returning to her nethers, taunting her to get some more of that warmth inside her cold depths.

“Do you really want to get out of here, Joe?" She asked, just to make sure.

His wide eyes were already an obvious answer. “You're either messing with me or..." he trailed off when Daranya pulled her chair back and got onto her feet, stumbling a bit as she squirted a few droplets of her thick nectar onto the carpet. She gave Joe a toothy grin, while he covered his face with his palm, as if to hide himself from the world.

“You're not with me. I don't know you. This isn't happening," he mumbled to himself, overlooking her acute hearing.

“It is, and I loved your touch."

“Shh, don't...don't even speak," Joe said, poking his head back and forth, as if looking for the easiest, most accessible route between the tables.

Daranya had no patience for his human antics. After grabbing his wrist in her steely grip, she dragged him after her, the squeaky human half walking, half stumbling after her. Eyes turned towards her, some furs laughing at Joe, others covering their gaping mouths when they noticed the translucent snakes slithering down her thighs and shins.

“Is that—“ A Puma began, but Daranya silenced her with a hiss.

“It's cum. He fingered me, and I came."

More gasps followed suit, along with chuckles from a pack of wolves, who lifted their thumbs up and winked at her.

“You go girl," one of them said.

“Sure know how to have a good time," another added.

She nodded at them, her heart fluttering in her chest from the first heartfelt praise she heard in ages. Behind her, Joe mumbled silently to himself, cursing his fate, the party, his choice to invite her to such select mansion.

It would pass, like every ephemeral human mood.

Once they made it out of the dining hall and into one of the adjacent corridors lined with doors on either side, Daranya's clutch hardened on Joe's wrist to keep him from squirming too much.

“Okay, we're out. We made it. Let go of me."

Daranya opened a door instead, poking her head past it to notice two huskies cuddled up together, the male giving her the finger while the female told her, “We're fucking. Come watch or close the fucking door."

She tried a few other rooms, much to Joe's chagrin. Blood drained from the human's face, a look of horror etched upon his face as she checked room after room, all filled with all manner of pairs in various states of undress.

“I want to go. Release me, or I swear to God I'll—“

No furs in this room. Only an empty bed lying in the middle.

Daranya strolled in, hurled Joe forward hard enough to make him stumble inside, and kicked the door closed. It had no lock, no key, no nothing. Guest rooms, most likely, not meant for what Daranya had in mind.

“Don't—don't get anywhere close to me," Joe warned, his hands stretched forward, his knees lowered in an offensive position. “You may not know what shame entails, but my head's close to bursting because of your...your...your..."

His voice gradually faded into deep silence as Daranya lowered her skirt up to her knees, grabbing its edge with a dewclaw and kicking it aside. The jacket practically slid off her arms all by itself, leaving her completely exposed to Joe's big, fearful, yet hungry eyes.

“G—good. A shower. You should take a shower. Good call." He nodded with fast, jerky movements while he shuffled his hands apprehensively.

“We'll take a shower together, after we mate."

“Mate? Are you fucking serious?! I'm not...I'll pretend you're in heat and I never heard that."

Daranya gave him some time to pace around, ruffle his hair, scratch at his smoothly shaved chin. He practically simmered, his cheeks and brow completely flushed.

Then, he turned towards her, mouth opened tentatively. No words came. Not even a gasp.

He closed it, unbuttoned his elegant vest, and threw it on the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt to cool off.

“It's not what you think. I'll have a heart stroke one day because of you."

Daranya didn't argue with that. She simply walked towards him, one methodical footstep at a time, driving him against a nightstand. Locked between the wall and the bed, he had nowhere else to go.

Excellent.

“Pull your dick out."

“This is insane, Dary..." he stammered, eyes darting back and forth.

“Pull your dick out." She flashed her talons at him, an extra incentive for Joe to unbuckle his belt, roll down his pants, and remain in his pristine white boxers, stained with a visible wet splotch of precum.

“I don't want this, Dary."

“You don't?"

Before he had the chance to object, she lodged a talon between his hip and the rim of his boxers and pulled back, hard enough for the material to tear and reveal Joe's half erect member.

Left with no alternative, he clambered into the bed, trudging away from her much too slow for her to take him seriously.

“Your member thinks otherwise."

“You're freaking naked! What do you expect, for me to remain impassive?"

“No. I expect you to mate with me."

She followed Joe in the bed, shuffling on her fours towards him. The little human fled to the head of the bed, reached towards a pillow that he brought over his chest to hide his nakedness.

Daranya grabbed his wrist, guiding it to the side, shaking his hand until he dropped it. With his hands free, she interlocked her fingers with his, trudging closer to him so that her legs came on either side of him.

“I....never expected it to be like this."

She flashed him a reassuring smile. “Me neither."

As soon as words left her lips, Daranya brought her hips forward, lowering her nethers upon his erect member until his head poked at her crevice.

“Ngh..." Joe grunted, his first contact with the cold folds of a female quite foreign to his untested member. To ease him into it, Daranya rolled her slit back and forth, rubbing against him, smearing her juices over his taut, meaty tip. The way his jaws tensed underneath the skin that covered his gaunt features sparked her excitement, urging her to pick up her speed.

The constant swaying motion of her body worked Joe up like nothing else ever did. His fingers curled and relaxed within her grip, Joe's features scrunching with obvious effort to fight back the pleasure budding within his loins.

Daranya let go of him, grabbing his shoulder instead to pull him tight against her chest. “I may hurt you."

“I don't care," he whispered.

“I may lose control."

“Not while I'm around."

“You don't understand. I've never been with a human."

Joe's smooth, soft, delightfully warm lips pressed against the sensitive hide of her neck, his kiss making her vision whirl.

“And I've never mated. This teasing motion of yours...I'm actually quite close."

A twinge of panic rushed through Daranya upon hearing that. She had never heard of a male that spilled his passion for a female during the first few seconds of their mating. Her instincts kicked in, that primordial desire to join bodies with her chosen, and, with a jerk of her hips, she lowered herself on top of him.

Joe gripped fistfuls of the silken cream colored sheets, leaning back a tad as his thick, ten inches shaft sank into Daranya's muscular depths. It speared through her shuddering layers, his girth so hot to her cold, clammy nethers that Daranya took a deep breath to restrain herself from squeezing him too hard. The moment she did that, he would spill his seed, and she wanted to savor every second of his warm member.

“Ghh, Dary, I'm close."

She tried pulling up to allow him to slide out of her and give him a moment of respite to recover. His bulbous head caressed her walls better than any cock ever did, however, and, in spite of her attempts to resist her own urges, Daranya couldn't.

She squeezed him, ever so lightly, the spasms rushing through her canal dragging him in instead of pushing him out.

He felt so good, so warm, so tight, and the way his skin kissed the insides of her haunches. Absolute bliss!

Daranya loosened a passionate growl. She wrapped her arms tighter across his back, holding him like a treasured possession as she began rolling her hips in abrupt, up and down motions. Raw lust invaded her senses, brushing away her logical side, forcing her to mate Joe like she would mate any other dino.

No, it's wrong. You're holding him too tight. You're hurting him! She thought, but her body refused to heed her. His heat seeped into her, dispersing through her frame, awakening something raw and primal within her.

Daranya pulled her lips up in a fierce snarl as she began riding Joe at a brisk pace. She impaled herself upon his girth, hard and fast, the copious amounts of fluids she squirted easing his passage.

It all went well until Joe's arms coiled around her neck, his brow slamming against her chest.

“I can't—I'm about to.....agghhhh!" he cried.

In her lust addled state, Joe's words mingled with her constant hiss, a faint buzz to her ears. His meaning only hit her when scalding seed erupted within her, making her eyes widen and her maw to part and release an earsplitting roar.

Her body quivered from tail tip to mouth tip, her talons digging deep into the mattress, drawing soft rakes through the flimsy material. With each spurt of liquid warmth splattering upon her trembling walls, Daranya humped Joe harder and faster. Her claws bit into his shoulders for leverage, her rump slapping against his thighs with audible squelching sounds. Each contraction of her canal was accompanied by a hearty spurt of rich femcum, the constant squeezes and abrupt humping motion of her body forcing Joe to surrender everything he had to offer.

“It hurts, it's...agh, get off me Dary." He thrust his arms against her chest, his push weak, his strength lacking.

Daranya snarled at him, engulfing his neck within her jaws to keep the male still while she attained her own peak. He still loosened feeble, occasional jets of fertile seed, their warmth and creamy texture a feast to her senses. To a cold blooded being, a male's cum felt like fiery arrows being loosened within her. Although his squirts lacked vigor, the heat more than made up to it, and Daranya grew so addicted to it she bit down on Joe's neck to keep him from squirming.

“GET OFF ME!"

His scream snapped Daranya to her senses. She disengaged from him with a lunge to the side of the bed and stopped on her back, panting from the toll of mating, weak moans rumbling within her chest.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. I tried to, but I couldn't."

The haze of lovemaking dissipated from her mind, allowing crisp clarity to flood her thoughts.

She had managed to hurt Joe. By doing that, she broke her first and most important promise to him, the one she had made during her days as a wee hatchling.

The realization rushed through her spine like an electric eel, zapping her muscles, forcing her fists to tighten and her talons to latch onto the soft mattress.

Tear. Destroy. Exhaust herself in the process, enough to forget about the foolishness that had led to this moment.

“Nah, it's...it's okay. I...whew," Joe's shuddering voice flowed into her. He tried to keep a positive attitude, yet his swaying tone betrayed his thoughts.

I'm a monster to him as well, Daranya thought. My best friend. The one I wanted to call my mate...

The rustling of cloth tugged at her attention. That must've been Joe grabbing his pants to dress up and leave. She wanted to turn her head around, to stop staring at the falling snow outside and give her friend the attention he deserved, but couldn't.

Not only a beast, but a cowardly one too.

A yelp erupted from her mouth when sudden warmth draped over her chest. Joe's face sat inches from hers, and he was naked—completely naked, his body rolling against her as he brought an arm over her chest to reach for her hand.

“A—aren't you cold?"

For the first time in her life, Daranya stuttered. Her insides turned to mush from the reassuring weight of the human resting on top of her, and her heart pounded so hard Joe's eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Didn't take you for the nervous type, Dary." He paused to kiss her neck, a tender touch that drew a muffled moan from her. “I double checked to make sure I didn't pull back a stump from your cloaca. Squeezed me so hard, I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets."

“Move to your side of the bed."

“The one you ruined?"

When Joe refused to budge, she pushed him, torn mattress or not. He landed amidst the sea of fluff, a hand reaching out to her that she brushed aside.

“I'm cold, Joe. In more ways than one."

“That's cool with me."

A jape. She was in no mood for his japes, yet the corners of her mouth still trembled with the faint trace of a smile.

“Well, we have blankets and a minibar all to ourselves. Let's make use of it."

Joe first bundled up in a pile of blankets. Then, he rushed to the minibar and returned with five small bottles in one hand and two glasses in the other. She offered Daranya one, uncorked a strong brandy, and filled Daranya's glass halfway before pouring himself a drink.

“To us," he said, clinking the glasses together.

It took Daranya four other glasses of heavy liquor to unravel Joe's meaning. Alcohol tangled his tongue way faster than hers, and he finally spat it out.

“I always had a crush on you," Joe half said, half slurred. They snuggled against each other, both sitting on their side, one of Joe's arms wrapped over her back to scratch at her neck with soft, pleasurable strokes.

“You were strong, freakishly tall, and a freaking T-rex at that. What's not to love?"

“So, tonight was..."

“The best date I ever had, and not because of the sex. That was terrible on my part."

He released a nervous chuckle and took another swig to steel his nerves. Daranya did the same, more to wet her throat than anything else. The sting of vodka kept her senses alert and tingling.

“I lasted what, less than a minute?"

“Doesn't matter to me," Daranya brushed him off with a wave of her glass. “I lost myself, for the first time ever."

“That was freaking creepy."

“I know..."

Daranya allowed her head to roll to the side, but Joe grabbed her in his soft, warm grip and pressed his lips against her rough, freezing ones.

“But I'll get used to it. You'll get used to it. And we'll both love it."

Joe's fingers raced along her belly. Once they found her cloaca, he inserted three of them inside Daranya, making her eyes scrunch from the deep pleasure welling within her.

“I thought...ngh...you're a virgin rrrr," Daranya said through her moaning growls as Joe slipped his joined fingers in and out of her in slow, tantalizing thrusts.

“We've been best friends for longer than we've been apart. I never felt like a virgin around you."

“Because you're no longer....hrrrr....one."

Joe buried his entire hand inside her, stretching Daranya to her limits. The sheer pressure exerted upon her walls, combined with the smoothness of Joe's skin and the heat it oozed, brought Daranya over the edge. She came, hard and strong, the orgasm flooding her senses. She pushed Joe out through a mild spasms, along with a wave of her gooey juices.

“Seems I'm not the only one who cums fast," Joe snickered, wiping his hand on the sheets and uncorking another small bottle for an extra chug.

“Mate me," Daranya said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to suckle you dry of your essence."

“That's the most romantic thing that ever came out of your mouth."

Daranya shrugged. Although her cold blood diminished the effects of alcohol, it still wrapped its tendrils around her mind, numbing down her wild side a notch, enough to make her more desirable to Joe.

He flowed over her body, parting her thighs with his knees and pumping his member inside her quivering sanctuary. Daranya's tongue darted over her lips, the salacious lick quickening Joe's blood. Eager to please her, he grabbed her thighs and tried to lift them, but in his half-drunken state, all he did was collapse on top of her.

“Hrrr," Daranya growled, rolling his tongue over his cheek.

“Oops, my bad."

“No, you're not bad," Daranya said as she brought her arms around him, cold muscles squeezed against warm skin. “You're perfect for me."

To help him a bit, she put some weight onto her feet, lifting her torso a few inches into the air to give Joe better access to her vent. With her whole cloaca available to him, Joe's thighs began slapping against hers from his faster and faster thrusts, squelching sounds accompanying them, her insides hopelessly soaked from her previous climax.

While she held onto him tightly, Daranya closed her eyes, shifting her focus towards the nethers. She felt every bulged vein running across his shaft, the exquisite shape of his head ramming through her muscles, parting them, pushing its way deeper and deeper into her.

The thrill of mating rushed through Daranya, making every inch of her body prickle from the exquisite experience of being taken by a human. Joe—her friend, her lover, her mate—huffed above her, hands planted upon her chest, thighs grinding against hers as he sought to bury himself all the way in.

Daranya's powerful muscles made that hard for him. They groped at him from every side, the unrelenting squeezes giving Joe pause every few seconds, during which his breath hitched and a yelp announced his surprise.

“Gha..." he uttered when Daranya gripped him to guide him deeper inside her, allowing his tip to poke at the ribbed flesh of her egg chamber. The furrowed texture of those over sensitive muscles rolled over his tip, engulfing it, making Daranya shudder and growl from the burst of pleasure that exploded within her.

Her muscles convulsed, pushing Joe out in one smooth motion, followed by a spurt of precum.

“Did you..."

“No," she interrupted. “Almost, but not yet.

TEN!

They both froze at the sound of it.

NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN!

The chorus of voices from below made Daranya's tail sway with renewed vigor, the countdown filling her with perverse pleasure. She thrust her cunt into Joe's cock, urging him to keep going.

SIX, FIVE, FOUR!

Joe gripped her haunches for extra purchase, driving his cock in and out of her with deep, forceful thrusts. Daranya switched her hands from his body and, instead, gripped the sheets, the pleasure welling within her groin raw and unfathomable.

THREE, TWO!

Joe shoved himself so deep inside her, his balls slapped against her vent. Daranya seized him them, her constricting muscles surrounding him, forcing his tip into her egg chamber, where her furrowed flesh rolled over him with fast, kneading motions.

ONE!

Her lover collapsed upon her, unable to hold on. Visible ripples dashed through his haunches, his fingers trembling upon her shoulders from the fire ready to erupt from within his tip.

ZERO! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Daranya's muffled roar, joined by Joe's jarring cry, joined the chorus in a cacophony of sounds and overwhelming pleasure. Joe's seed exploded inside her, filling her egg chamber, the heat so intense to her sensitive flesh her cry turned hoarse.

Never in her life had Daranya cum so hard. Her whole body quaked, the spurts of femcum so hefty they pushed Joe out like an avalanche. Once her tremors subsided, he sank back inside her, the human dauntless.

Just like before, Daranya's silken walls guided him inside her, milking him of his remaining seed while Joe's knees fumbled for purchase on the soaked, slippery sheets.

“Mates?" He asked, breathless.

“Mates," Daranya confirmed, her eyelids drooping from the potent and equally exhausting orgasm.