Zhen set his chopsticks down at the side of the plate and leaned back in the patio chair, letting out a content sigh. Other than the sound of Code eating on the opposite side of the heavy, glass-topped table between them, all he could hear was the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the steady rhythm of cicadas chirping nearby. Tipping his head back, he looked up at the stars and the moon overhead; it was a nice spring night outside, so he had invited Code to come and sit outside in the back garden of his house to have dinner with him. The outdoor table and chairs were right next to the house along the strip of colorful stone bricks that served as a patio, separating the house from the rest of the back yard. Most of the yard was covered by grass that he would cut when the weekend came around, with some empty flowerbeds around the edges near the fence – he'd never been much of a gardener and had never felt the desire to grow crops or flowers. The only other features in the yard were the tool shed and the fig tree that had both been there before he had moved in; though the yard was fairly minimalist, it was still nice as far as he was concerned, with high wooden fences around the perimeter.

He lowered his muzzle a little to look at Code over the bridge of his snout. It had been many months since he had first brought her home, after the company party where he had confronted Bo on her behalf. As expected, he had been passed over for promotion, but he had faced little else in the way of repercussions beyond a verbal reprimand from his boss, so he didn't really mind. Even better, Bo had gotten reassigned to another department; whether he had volunteered or been voluntold, Zhen didn't know, nor did he care, since it meant that Bo was no longer his or Code's problem any more. As much as could be said, things had returned to normal. She had been making an effort to become more fluent in his language, using it as much as possible while at work, but while they were relaxing like this they spoke in her tongue to make things easier for her – her pronunciation was still a little off sometimes, and her vocabulary still growing, but he did his best to guide her whenever he could.

Setting down her chopsticks, Code leaned back in her chair as well. "That was excellent, thank you," she told him, "You'll have to teach me the recipe before I leave – if I want dumplings back at home I have to order them from a restaurant or buy frozen ones."

Yes... before she left. Time had flown. Already it was approaching the end of her one-year placement, with only a month or so to go. Their visits to one another had grown more frequent, other than the one week where he had had to make a trip to the overseas office. It had been quite the ironic situation to have each of them in the other's country, keeping in touch remotely despite the difficulties involved with the distance, but Zhen had also realized it was a preview of what things would be like after she left. The time zone difference in particular made things harder, since he would be finishing work at about the time she started it, but that was why they sent him in person rather than having meetings online.

The two of them didn't visit every single night, but even when they both went to their respective residences, they still would talk to one another either over the phone, online, or in text. Much of their time together was passed talking, watching TV or movies, or playing games, often but not always with a passionate sexual tryst to finish out the night. Sometimes on the weekends he would take her out somewhere, and he brought her along on grocery store runs, but no matter what they it was they were doing, Zhen found it enjoyable.

He was going to miss it. He was going to miss her. They would still be in touch, but with an ocean and many time zones separating them, it would be difficult. Spending the week abroad without her had been a very lonely time, and he had devoted himself to his work during it just to keep his mind occupied. He had avoided thinking or talking about their upcoming separation as much as he could, not wanting to darken his mood any more than necessary, but he wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer.

"It's not that hard with the right ingredients, but you might have trouble finding them back home," he told her.

"Maybe, maybe not. There are some stores and markets that specialize in imported food not too far from where I live. I've never been there, but now, I know what to look for."

Standing up, she slowly walked over to him, and when he started to rise she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, coaxing him back into his seat. Though they were both still in their work clothes, Zhen had left his jacket on the coatrack by his door. As Code stepped behind him, she put her free hand on his other shoulder, squeezing them both gently through his shirt, kneading his shoulders lightly.

Zhen relaxed a little under her attention, lowering his head and closing his eyes. "It won't be quite the same without you cooking," she said, "but I still want to try. I've had a lot of good food since I came here. ...and a fair few things I'd rather not have again, but that happens when you experiment."

She chuckled, and he did the same in response. "I haven't had much from other countries myself," he admitted, "whenever I head to the overseas office, I just end up either being taken out to meals or ordering them."

"Well," she replied as she rubbed and kneaded at his shoulders, "I'm not much of a cook myself either. I can manage well enough, I don't live on microwave meals, but I'm no cooking enthusiast either. I know a few things I can make for you though if you pay me a visit."

"I look forward to it," he told her as he relaxed under her touch, rolling his shoulders a little.

For a short time, he listened to the cicadas while he enjoyed the light massage. "By the way," she asked, "Who was that woman you were talking with at lunch? That blue dragon with the black fur?"

"Hm?" he responded, casting his memory back. "Oh, that was Lim. She's an old... friend of mine from around here, and she wanted to say hello and catch up a little."

"An old 'friend', huh?" Code pressed, though her tone was more teasing and jocular, not jealous.

Zhen exhaled. "We were dating for a bit, but that was a long time ago." He tipped his head back and looked up at her. "Please don't get the wrong idea."

Shaking her head, she explained, "I didn't, it was just obvious that you two knew each other, and I was curious."

"We haven't talked much in a long time, she's quite busy. Especially after she got divorced last year – she's still dealing with paperwork from it."

"Eugh, paperwork," Code sympathized.

He nodded. "Yes, it was a mess. She's a programmer too, by the way – though she doesn't speak your language, so I don't know how well you two would get along, but you'd certainly have something in common."

"Hey, I'm not some tourist," she fired back playfully, "I can hold a conversation, it's just that business terms are all long and complicated. Not that they're any easier to understand back home..."

They both chuckled, and he leaned back into her grip as she resumed kneading his shoulders. "It's so nice to be back out here with you," she told him, "Winter stuck around a lot later than it needed to."

He nodded in agreement. It had seemed especially rough for her, since she was cold-blooded, forcing her to bundle up in thick clothes and keep a steady supply of hot drinks coming her way. Zhen had been happy to get her hot chocolate while they were at work, but at home he had relied on other ways to keep her warm – some of them involving his body heat in one way or another.

"I agree. It's very relaxing out here in the yard," he replied.

"And pretty much completely private," she added. "Even if you didn't have all those high fences, the next property is a fair distance away and there's lots of trees between us and them." He felt her squeeze his shoulders a little more as she leaned in closer to him. "We could do whatever we wanted out here and nobody but us would know..."

Zhen gave a low, approving hum as he thought that over. After so many months with Code, he had come to be a lot more relaxed around her, the nervousness and unease he had gone through shortly after her arrival now little more than a slight tug of anxiety at certain times with her. "What are you thinking of?" he asked her as he leaned back a little more into her touch.

"You always ask me that," she chided gently. "I want to know what you'd like to do. It's your yard, after all." Lowering her head closer to his, she nuzzled softly against the side of his face. "Surely you've had some thoughts before?"

"Mm, well..." he muttered, trying to think. A lot of possibilities danced around in his mind.

"Actually," she said, interrupting his thoughts, "What would you MOST like to do? Your biggest fantasy, if you've had one? Something you've really wanted but couldn't do?"

Zhen leaned back a little more, the tips of his whiskers brushing against his upper chest as he lowered his head further in thought. "I'm not sure..." he mumbled after a moment, reaching up and placing his right hand on hers. "I've never honestly thought of doing something intimate in my back yard."

"Well then," she inquired, still rubbing with her other hand, "Something in general? We both watch plenty of videos online; do you have a favorite? Something you'd really like to do with me?"

After a moment's deliberation, an answer came to Zhen, but he felt a little uneasy about voicing it. What would she think of it? But she'd never judged him for his interests before, even ones where she had stated outright that she didn't like them. He knew her enough to trust her by this point.

"There is one thing," he began, faltering after a moment.

"Go on," she encouraged. Bending over behind him, she slipped her arms around his front, giving him a loose hug.

"It's something I've watched, but never done personally," he emphasized. "But I'd like it if you could... pretend I'm not here?" She tilted her head, and he drew a breath and continued, "While, er, watering my lawn, that is."

"Oh?" she asked, interested.

"Don't get me wrong," he quickly clarified, "I'd never spy on someone-"

She tightened her hug a little bit. "Zhen, I know how it works. Trust me. Half the point of porn is that it's a fantasy. You're supposed to indulge." Giving him another nuzzle on the cheek, and raising a hand to idly play with one of his whiskers, she urged, "So, go on. What do you want to see?"

"Well, er... that's all, but I'd like to record it if I can," he told her. "I'll send you a copy, of course."

"Good," she remarked playfully.

He gave a small sigh. "I... suppose it is a lie, though, that I'd never do it. That's how we met, after all. I tried to sneak a look at you on the plane," he reminded her, feeling slightly ashamed of his past actions – even if it had led to something so wonderful.

"And as I recall," she told him firmly, "I did the same to you. So we'll call it even, and you can stop feeling guilty about it." Standing up straight behind him, she gave his shoulders another squeeze before releasing him. "Go get your camera, and I'll get ready."

Rising from his seat, Zhen went back inside through the sliding glass doors leading to his kitchen, heading for his bedroom. She was right; she had been sneaking glances at him on that plane too, and had it not been for the circumstances, he probably would have turned more or gone elsewhere to give her privacy. And more importantly, there was no point letting it eat at him now and stop him from enjoying his time with her – he had to make the most of what time they had left.

When he returned with his digital camera in hand, though, he couldn't see her, and he wondered if she was hiding somewhere. Stepping out into the yard, he closed the sliding door behind him, which thumped loudly when it fully closed. Apparently taking that as her cue, Code stepped out from behind his tool shed, though she was glancing around, keeping one hand between her legs, the other clenched nervously in front of her chest.

Even though her gaze swept right over him, she didn't acknowledge him. He immediately picked up on what she was doing, raising his camera and pressing the record button while slowly creeping closer. His attention was fixed on her as she walked in front of the tool shed, leaning on it with her free hand as she kept the other between her legs. The exterior lights of his house illuminated her well, and Zhen took care to stay to the side so he didn't cast a shadow over her.

With a furtive glance over her shoulder, she muttered "Looks clear..." loudly enough for him to hear – and to be picked up by the camera. She quickly began to unbutton and unbuckle her pants, turning as she did to face away from him. Even knowing that it was an act, Zhen bit his lip, finding the front of his pants uncomfortably tight as he watched her undressing, pushing her pants and panties down all the way to her ankles. Bracing herself against the side of the tool shed, she pushed her hips backwards as she squatted down low, curling her tail up high, giving him a clear view of her rump. He wanted to do a lot more than watch, but he restrained himself and settled for crouching down low as well to get a better view with the camera.

She leaned forward with her upper body to position herself a little better, and gave another quick glance over her shoulders, ignoring the fact that Zhen was there in plain sight just a few feet away. She let out a small gasp, and Zhen listened to her groan aloud in relief – exaggerating it just a little – as a golden stream gushed from her slit and pattered onto the grass below.

"I, I hope nobody hears..." she fretted aloud as she kept her tail raised and her hips steady, holding herself still. Zhen took the opportunity to creep closer to get an even better shot, watching closely as he recorded her stream, and the light reflecting off of it as it splashed onto the grass. She shifted her hips a little bit and he followed along with them, keeping the camera trained on the golden fluid flowing out from her and onto the ground.

She let out a sudden gasp and cut off her stream with a clench of her muscles, and he stiffened up, wondering if something had gone wrong. But as he looked at her, he saw her peeking around the edge of the tool shed; it was still just part of the act. With a sigh, she relaxed, and resumed where she left off, shifting her legs a little as she continued urinating onto his lawn. He had to admit, she was certainly selling it, and even though he knew that she was putting it on for him, he felt a certain thrill to watching her like this – a thrill that made his briefs all the more uncomfortable to wear by the moment.

Soon enough though, the flow of her fluid trickled to a stop. There were some final squirts as she clenched her muscles to force out the last of it, making sure she was empty, and he caught them all on camera. With a final sigh, she pulled her pants and panties back up as she stood up partway, and gave a final comment: "Made it... and without anyone seeing me, either." Then, she stood up the rest of the way, and walked back around the shed again.

Zhen was speechless and took a moment to remember to stop the recording as she continued around the shed to stride over to him. "How was that?" she asked him, though from the look she was giving him, she knew the question was mostly rhetorical.

He gave a sheepish grin as he rose to his feet, feeling the front of his pants tented by his arousal. "I already know it's going to be one of my favorites," he told her.

She moved closer to him, pressing her chest up against his side. "Are you going to jerk off to it later? To me?" she asked him teasingly.

It wasn't the first time she had teased him like that, being so direct, and he knew it wouldn't be the last either. "Many times, I'm sure," he told her honestly, though he couldn't stop himself from getting a little flustered. "Not all in one night, of course."

"Good," she told him, smirking and swishing her tail back and forth behind her. "It's flattering to know that even with all those videos you have, you'd still rather look at me."

Zhen pulled at his shirt collar a little, getting more flustered by her comment. "Well," he said, pausing to take a couple of quick breaths, "that goes both ways. What about you? What... would you want me to do? What's your special fantasy?"

She hummed in thought and gave him a hug as she did, resting her head against his shoulder. He put his arm around her, holding her against him as his racing heart calmed down slightly. "I've got an idea," she told him, "and I'm going to want to record it too."

"Oh? What is it?"

She moved a little closer to him, bringing her head closer to his as she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I want you to act all casual and confident," she told him, "just... walk on out, unzip, put your hands on your hips and piss. Let me admire it, and you."

He blinked a little, but gave a small nod. "I'll try? I think I can do that."

"I know you can," she told him with a smile. "You know how you've shown off your muscles to me sometimes?"

He gave another nod. He enjoyed doing that; it was more fulfilling than just checking himself in the mirror after his exercises, and she certainly seemed to like the show too. The approving looks and comments he gave him always made him feel proud.

"Well, treat it just like that," she told him. "You're a handsome man and I want to see you show off. Just in a different way than normal."

He took a deep breath, puffing out his chest as he inhaled. "I'll do my best," he told her, with less caution in his voice than before. Letting go of her, he went back into the kitchen again, setting the digital camera down on the counter. He took a moment to steel himself, trying to put himself in the same mindset she had recommended; when he flexed his arms, it was to show off something he was proud of. He just had to treat this the same way.

Turning around, he held his head high as he pulled open the sliding door again and stepped outside. Code had taken out her phone and was holding it ready, but he gave her only a small glance as he stepped onto the grass.

What next? Well, she had told him to act casual – so without putting any flair into it, he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, getting them and his briefs down to his ankles. He was still half-erect from her display earlier, and freed of its confines, his draconic cock bobbed in front of him, mostly out from his slit and hanging slightly downward from being only halfway hard.

Spreading his legs as best he could with his pants around his ankles, Zhen curled his hands into fists and rested them on his sides, just above his hips, and pushed his chest out. It would have been a good pose to show off his muscles if he hadn't been wearing his shirt, but Code certainly didn't seem to mind as she kept her camera held up and aimed at him. He felt a little silly, but put it out of his mind, focusing on keeping the pose as he relaxed and exhaled.

When he released his bladder, the stream of his piss shot from the end of his cock in a narrow jet, going almost straight for a short distance before curving downward and breaking up into droplets that rained down onto the grass. He gave a small glance towards Code, who was keeping her camera on him, and he got an idea, turning his head to look at her directly.

"See something you like?" he asked her, putting on the most confident voice he could despite a lingering nervousness. He raised his snout a little too, acting the part of a showman as best he could.

She nodded enthusiastically. "I do. You're putting on quite the show," she replied, her long tail swishing from side to side. She turned the camera slightly to follow his stream from the tip of his shaft all the way to the ground, then back up again.

"Come closer, then," he invited her, keeping his nonchalant pose. Though uncertain, he said the first thing that came to mind; "You can touch too, if you like."

Taking him up on that offer, she came right over to him, holding her phone in her right hand as she kept it trained on his loins, and the golden stream gushing forth from his pointed glans. With her left hand, she reached out and curled her fingers around his length, moving it slightly and making the spray of droplets land elsewhere on the grass. She pointed the camera towards them as she aimed his shaft up, then down, raining his piss onto different parts of the lawn.

"You're really sexy, you know," she told him, and he wasn't sure if she was playing it up for the camera or if it was fully genuine. But either way, he puffed out his chest a little more, keeping the pose as she felt him up, moving her hand down to his balls to cup one of them and rub at it. "And I love how big you are. Especially these."

He grew more flustered as he realized from her tone that her compliments weren't part of the act, and hesitated as he tried to take them in stride. He almost tried to downplay it, but remembered that he was meant to be showing off, and pushed his hips forward a little instead. "I am quite a good size," he said in agreement, "but it's all yours to enjoy."

She brought her hand back up to his shaft to hold it as his stream began to wane, and just as she had done, he clenched his muscles to force the last drops out. She gave him a little shake with her hand, and then let go of him as her other hand tapped her phone to stop the recording.

Zhen's adopted persona immediately evaporated, and he let his hands hang by his sides. "Was that good? Did I do it right?" he asked her, and she chuckled in response.

"That was great, thank you," she told him, "Exactly what I was looking for." She pocketed her phone and put her arms around him from the side, looking him in the eyes. "I hope the next time you're that confident around me, it's not just an act."

He put an arm around her but glanced away, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, we'll see," he told her. Although he had gotten more confident around her since their first days together, he still had a ways to go yet.

"We should head inside though, it's getting colder," she said as she slipped away from him. He was acutely aware of the falling temperature too, with his pants around his ankles and his exposed cock having not quite fully retreated back into his slit yet.

"Yes, we should," he agreed as he pulled his pants back up. They still had the rest of the evening to enjoy together, after all.

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Zhen tipped his head back and stared upward. High above him he could just make out the clear sky past all of the tall reeds of bamboo on all sides; rather than eating lunch at the office, he had invited Code to go for a walk with him on a nearby nature trail that ran through a bamboo forest. There had only been an occasional other pedestrian or jogger to share the narrow path with, but near a short bridge over a burbling stream that ran through the forest, there had been a small open area with wooden benches and a trashcan where they had sat to eat.

It had been a wonderfully relaxing time. The bamboo trees were so dense as to completely block sight several feet into their depths, with only the concrete path and rope railings to keep them at bay. Between bites of their respective lunches, they had chatted amicably, but had fallen silent when they were done eating. Zhen had shuffled closer to Code on the bench, putting one arm around her shoulder, and she leaned over towards him, resting her head on his chest.

He wasn't sure how long they had been like that, relaxing with each other, listening to the sounds of the forest. He reached into his pocket to check his phone and saw that they still had a fair amount of time left before they would have to head back, but he didn't want to go at all. He wanted to stay with her for as long as he wanted, even though he knew they would have to leave soon. It was a lot like the bigger picture, where he knew she would be heading back to her home country before long. And he was equally as powerless to stop that from happening.

He gave her a small squeeze with his arm, more to reassure himself than anything else. She reached over and patted his leg in response, and as if she was thinking along the same lines, she said aloud, "I'm going to miss this when I go back home." 

"I will, too," was all he could think to respond with.

"Obviously we don't have bamboo forests there, though there are other nature trails. But it just won't be the same if I go alone."

He gave a small nod, one of his whiskers brushing up against her neck. "It's going to be very lonely here without you," he told her quietly.

"I know. But..." She sat up next to him, and he turned his head, seeing her looking into his eyes. "...I'm glad that we had this, for as long as it's lasted."

"So am I," he told her. "It doesn't make it any easier to know it's about to end."

"All good things come to an end, unfortunately," she told him as she slipped a hand around his back. "So let's enjoy what we have while we still have it."

She leaned in a little closer, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, one that he returned a moment later. His free hand reached out and clasped hers, holding it tightly as he pressed his snout up against her own and nuzzled against her for a brief moment.

"Will you be available this evening?" Code asked him.

"No, actually. I already made plans for dinner."

"Ah, seeing your family again?"

"No, I..." he trailed off, then took a breath. "I made dinner plans with Lim. Tonight's the only night she's available this week, and she invited me to a nice restaurant on the north side – it's all spicy food though, which I know you don't like."

"Fair enough," she said with a chuckle. "Well, I hope you have a good time."

She sounded amicable enough to the idea, but he couldn't help but worry. "It doesn't bother you, does it?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Not at all, no." Turning her head to face him, she continued, "I'm not bothered by you having other women as friends, you know. And even if things do pick back up between you two..." She gave a small shrug. "Well, I'm only here for another few weeks. After that, you'll be available again."

He frowned, his long whiskers drooping. "I'm not going to just forget you the moment you leave, you know."

"I know," she affirmed, "but I don't want you to get hung up on me forever either." Rubbing one hand on the top of his leg, she added, "I want you to be happy. Whether that's with me or someone else. You deserve that. ...we'll both have to move on sooner or later."

A long sigh escaped him. "Be that as it may... you're the one I want right now. I'm available tomorrow, so why don't you come by my place for dinner and some games after work?"

She gave him a nod. "I'd love to. And I could do with a trip to your gym, if that's all right."

"Of course," he answered, unable to suppress a smirk. "Just make sure to face towards me while you're doing squats, otherwise I'm liable to get distracted."

With a chuckle and a wry grin of her own, she teased back, "But if I'm looking at you, I'm going to get distracted by all your muscles."

"Quite a conundrum," he remarked playfully, "perhaps I'll have to wear a blindfold so that I'm not tempted to lift you instead of the barbell."

"Mm, that'll have to wait until the shower afterwards."

"The hot shower, or the golden shower?" he teased.

She gave a small laugh, and then leaned back on the bench. "Speaking of, it's probably about time for us to head back."

Zhen gave a nod as he let go of her. "Yes, we can head back to my office for the usual routine."

"Well, there's not really any need to wait that long," she said in a low tone, reaching over to her side where the remnants of her lunch packaging lay. An empty, clear plastic bottle that an hour ago had been filled with lemonade was next to her paper bag, and she snatched it up, turning towards Zhen and shaking it a little for emphasis.

He caught on to her meaning immediately. "Wait... here?" he asked, glancing around. The forest was thick and the path winding, but they were still technically out in public.

"This place is very secluded," she told him, "and we'll hear anyone coming long before they can see us. We can just go here."

"Ah, well..." he mumbled, looking to his side. As usual, he had brought his lunch in a Tupperware box, with a thermos of iced tea, now empty. It all seemed quite familiar to him, and he picked up the thermos thoughtfully before turning to look back at her.

"Yes," she said, confirming his thoughts, "I was hoping to borrow your thermos again since the opening in this is... a little narrow." She tapped one clawed finger against the cap on the bottle.

He gave a small chuckle. "It's just like when we first met," he observed.

"Exactly," she said with a wink. "But this time... we don't need to hide anything from each other, do we?"

He swallowed. She was right, and the idea greatly thrilled him. He still clearly remembered their meeting on the airplane almost a year ago, and how much it had invaded his thoughts for a while afterward. The chance to do it again, and relive that moment without the fear and apprehension, made his heart race.

Extending his hand, he held the thermos out to her. "Make sure to remind me to run the dishwasher tonight," he joked to her as she took it.

She laughed again, and gave him her empty bottle in exchange. "I'll get a recording for us this time, too," she told him as she unscrewed the lid of his thermos and set it down on the bench. "The memories are good, but a video is better."

He nodded as he took the cap off the bottle and stood up and turned towards her. "Yes, I've recalled that scene many times over while alone at home," he admitted. Even though doing so made his cheeks flush, he was confident enough with her to say it aloud to her – she had encouraged him often enough to tell her his thoughts about her, clean or dirty, and seemed to enjoy them.

"Well, that makes two of us," she remarked as she also stood, turning and facing him next to the bench. "I was rubbing one out at the hotel later that day to that memory."

"So was I," he told her quietly.

"Well then," she said as she raised the thermos in a mock toast, "here's to many more."

He chuckled and they both quickly started unbuckling and unzipping their pants, with her sliding her pants and panties down just a bit, while he opened up the front of his briefs. The pointed tip of his shaft was already peeking from his slit as a result of their teasing, and he moved the fabric aside to expose it with his right hand, positioning the open neck of the plastic bottle right at his tip with his left.

Across from him, Code was holding his thermos with her left hand, keeping it between her legs, just underneath her pussy. She had to stretch a bit to reach into her pants pocket, since it was several inches lower than where it normally was, but she pulled out her phone nonetheless and quickly unlocked it to open the camera app.

She shuffled closer to him, so close that the containers they were holding were touching close to the bottoms. Holding the phone between them and pointed down towards the containers, she asked him, "Ready?" between quick breaths – she was evidently getting quite excited by what they were about to do as well.

"Ready," he told her with a nod.

Code tapped the record button on the phone, and Zhen inhaled deeply to try and relax, listening to the sounds of the forest around him, making sure he couldn't hear any approaching footsteps. He kept his eyes on the scene in front of him, however; even though he'd have a recording this time, he still wanted to see it and remember it for himself. He could see on the screen of her phone that both the containers were in plain view, ready to capture the whole scene.

To his surprise, he started before Code, a tingle running through his body just as he started to piss. It shot from the tip of his cock and struck the inside of the bottle, running down it in near silence but for the faint hissing sound of it leaving him, the yellow fluid pooling up in the bottom of the bottle. Across from him, a few seconds later, he heard Code exhale as her own stream gushed from her slit and into the thermos. In contrast to him, hers struck the bottom and drummed against it until the rising fluid level quickly changed the pattering sound into splashing.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two containers as they both filled them together. It was such a simple act, yet the fact that he was doing it with her – and out in the open, no less – filled him with excitement. He leaned in a little closer for a better view, also stealing a glance at the screen of her phone as she moved it in for a closer shot of the rising fluid levels. In his clear bottle he could see the urine cascading down over the plastic surface, visibly rippling, while hers splashed directly into the piss already in the thermos, forming a layer of foam and bubbles on top of it.

For a brief moment he felt a pang of sadness; what were the chances he would ever find anyone to do this with again? But he quickly brushed it from his mind, and reached out with his free hand to grasp her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. She leaned in a little closer, as did he, and they pressed their heads together as they quietly watched the show they were putting on for each other. It was undeniably, if unconventionally, intimate to him – and so thrilling at the same time, to be doing it outdoors.

She continued to move her phone around, taking a quick shot from the side of the bottle of the rising liquid, then a close-up of her own slit as her stream gushed out from it. Zhen was not surprised that his cock was slipping further out from its sheath, and he made sure it stayed properly angled into the bottle – the last thing he needed was to spill any.

Fortunately, since neither of them was desperate like they had been on the airplane, they didn't risk overflowing their containers – though Code came close with only an inch of space between the lip of the thermos and the top of the piss inside it. His stream trickled off shortly before hers, but he waited until she had also finished before giving her a nod. Together, they both clenched their muscles to force out the last few squirts, each adding a bit more urine to what was already there, before rubbing themselves on the edge of their containers to take care of the last drops. When they were both done, Code waited just a couple of seconds before tapping the button on the camera to stop the recording.

"That was..." Zhen murmured, at a loss for words, his tone indicating approval all the same.

"Yeah," Code agreed, slipping her phone back into her pocket, "I'm definitely going to masturbate to that one at least a few times."

He chuckled a little at her bluntness as he slipped away from her, screwing the cap onto the bottle. She did the same, sealing up his thermos, and they exchanged containers again. As he was making sure the thermos lid was fully sealed, he noticed her holding the bottle in both hands, and raised an eyebrow.

"It's so warm," she explained, before setting it aside and pulling her pants up. "Even like this, it still feels so nice."

As he made himself presentable again, Zhen remarked, "Well, perhaps tomorrow I'll have to warm you a little more directly, won't I?"

She hummed in approval at that thought while doing up her buckle. "Well, we'd better head back now, but I'm looking forward to it."

"As am I," he told her. "I'll be sure to save up for you."

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Zhen yawned wide, then shook his head, his whiskers dangling about underneath his muzzle afterwards. The upshot of coming in to work on the Friday after a Thursday holiday, when the office was completely dead, was that there was nobody to bother or interrupt him. And as a bonus, there had been very little traffic on the commute in that morning. But it also meant that everyone he needed to do something for him to get one of his projects progressed had taken the day off, and was unreachable. He preferred to save his PTO for other times, and greatly enjoyed having a quiet day to catch up on work, but right now, it meant that he had nothing to do but keep his chair warm.

After taking another glance at his computer to confirm that no emails had come in, he picked his phone up again to check his messages. Code was in the office too – "all my days off are between placements," she told him – but she had also been similarly devoid of things to do, so they had been texting back and forth. It was a mixture of general conversation, interspersed with an occasional rant about something she had found in the program she was working on that didn't make sense or had been poorly designed.

Zhen had also taken advantage of the quiet to catch up with some other friends and relatives. Soon, he would have many of his evenings and weekends available again, as much as he wanted otherwise, and it made sense to get back in touch – he would probably need the distractions. It was good to hear about how his grandparents were getting on, the latest news from his brother's family, and what his other friends had been up to recently. He'd already caught up with his parents at the holiday dinner he had been invited to the previous day, and while he had had a good time, he regretted not trying to invite Code. No doubt his parents would have had a lot of questions about that, though, and it wasn't really worth all the hassle. Not when she would be leaving so soon.

A notification appeared at the top of his screen. It was from Lim, and he stared at it for a moment before tapping on it. The dinner with her had been nice – if expensive – and they had caught up with each other a lot more than their brief lunchtime meeting had permitted. She had been quite happy for him to hear about his rise through the company, even if it was unlikely that he would climb the corporate ladder any higher after the incident with Bo. 

Towards the end, she had inquired if he was 'seeing anyone'. He had been mostly truthful about what he had been doing, omitting only what was inappropriate, explaining that he had been spending a lot of time with 'a coworker' who wouldn't be around for much longer. Ever the lover of gossip, she had prodded him for details, but Zhen had promised to tell her the whole story some other time.

'Hi, Zhen,' the message from Lim read, 'Thanks again for dinner. It was great seeing you again.'

Another notification popped up on his screen to tell him of a message from Code, and he tapped it to switch over to their chat. 'Still have nothing to do,' she wrote, 'I can't make this script any faster than I already have.'

He began typing a reply. 'Same here,' he tapped out, 'I've been over these circuit designs three times and can't find any other design adjustments to make.'

Within moments, he saw the notification that she was typing; she must have been watching and waiting for his response. 'Can't wait until tonight. It's been way too long since we've been together' appeared on his screen.

Raising an eyebrow, he typed back, 'It's been two days.'

'Exactly!' she replied with a winking emoji. The typing notification showed up again, and while Zhen waited for her next message, he went back to Lim to reply to her. 'You're welcome. It was a pleasure. That dress looked lovely on you.'

Code's reply came in, and he swapped back to her chat. 'You still need to show me that dumpling recipe. And I need a good hard pounding.' she teased.

Smirking, he replied, 'You want it hard tonight?'

'The dumplings should be soft, and the fuckings hard' she answered.

Zhen squirmed a little in his seat, but leaned forward as he continued teasing. 'Which do you want to be stuffed full of first, dumplings or dragon?'

Lim had another message for him that came in while he waited for Code. 'Thank you. You're even more handsome than I remembered. You were pretty thin back when we were dating, but now look at you.'

The flattery made him smile for only a moment. It was obvious where it was going; she was hitting on him, perhaps hoping to get back together. And in any other circumstance, he would have been glad to, but...

'That's a hard choice!' Code's next message read. A moment later, she followed up, 'But I'll take the dragon. Maybe I'll even go for seconds. It's been a long day.'

'I can't wait' he told her simply.

'Neither can I' she messaged, but then came another one. 'Nobody's around though. We don't HAVE to wait...'

Zhen's eyes widened slightly, shifting in his seat as his loins voiced their opinion on that thought, his lower clothes becoming uncomfortably constraining. 'We shouldn't' he quickly typed out, the inner voice of reason winning the first round.

'We really shouldn't, I know' she responded.

Another message came in from Lim. 'I wanted to ask you about something.'

He bit his lip, his fingers hovering over the screen as his desires fought a second round with his rational mind. He knew that he SHOULD let Code's message be, and give Lim a proper reply...

...but after a few seconds he was typing again, in Code's tab rather than Lim's. 'But we could, and nobody else would know' he wrote out on the screen, hesitating briefly before tapping the "send" button.

'Not if we're quiet about it' came her response after a short delay.

Zhen breathed rapidly. They both knew that getting caught would have dire consequences – but he had seen barely anyone else that day aside from the receptionist, the janitor, and an intern from a different department entirely. Who was going to catch them? As long as they didn't make a habit of it...

'Now isn't a good time' he typed out to Lim, 'I can call you after work.' Going back to Code's messages, he tapped out a curt 'Come by my office' and sent it immediately before setting his phone down. There was still time to think it over. He tried to calm his rapid breathing a bit, forcing himself to take deeper breaths as he waited for her to arrive.

There was a small knock on his office door. "Come in," he said, and Code opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. With a quick, subtle motion that he would have missed if not for the audible 'click', she locked it as well, before coming over towards his desk.

She was trying to act normal, but he could see she was breathing quickly as well. "You're starting to get as adventurous as I am," she told him quietly and teasingly.

"I've told you before that I'd fuck you at work if I thought I could get away with it," he responded in a low tone as he stood up.

She gave a nod. "Well, we still have a few hours left and it's not as if we can go take a shower afterwards. I want you, but I'm not sure that we'll be able to."

Standing up, Zhen reached out and cleared some space on the middle of his desk, pushing his laptop, papers, and desk toys towards the sides of it. "I was thinking the same thing," he told her, "but I had an idea. Take off your pants and take a seat." He patted the edge of the desk closer to her for emphasis.

Following his lead, she did just that, taking off her shoes, pants and panties, leaving her in just her socks as she draped her clothes over the back of the chair in front of his desk. Taking a seat on it, her gaze followed him as he walked around the desk and stood in front of her.

"What's your plan?" she asked curiously.

He didn't answer her verbally, instead reaching out and grabbing her legs just behind the knees. Lifting them up, she didn't resist as he spread them out, exposing her pussy to him as she leaned back a little on his desk. She gave him a quizzical look as he glanced back up at her – and then he bent over, pressing his snout in between her thighs and planting a kiss on her netherlips.

She gasped out as he didn't delay before sliding his tongue up along her entrance, over the slightly raised labia on either side of the slit itself, teasing across her clit. As he kissed and licked at her pussy, his hands pulled her legs together, letting them rest on his shoulders, her thighs lightly pressed against the sides of his head, his whiskers hanging down in front of the desk. He could hear her panting softly as he teased her further, sliding his tongue up and down over her feminine folds, and he felt her place a hand on the back of his head to encourage him.

Taking that as an invitation, he pressed his tongue against the middle of her slit and pushed it in, teasing open her labia and licking at the walls beyond. Already she was a little damp, perhaps having also gotten worked up by their exchange of text messages, and he dipped his tongue into and out of her folds as he lapped up her juices. 

His pants were getting ever more uncomfortable, so he reached back with one hand as the other remained on her thigh. Fumbling with his buckle, button and zipper, he was eventually able to drop his pants down to his ankles, leaving him in his briefs. All the while he continued to eat her out, listening to her quiet gasps and moans as he kept his tongue moving, never remaining in one spot for long before switching to tease another part of her velvety vaginal tunnels.

Zhen had almost completely forgotten where he was, his focus entirely devoted to her and to her pleasure. He slid his tongue into her as deeply as he could, teasing it over her walls, and after tugging his briefs down over the prominent tent in them his cock was making, he returned his hand to her thigh to hold onto her more tightly as he lapped and licked at the smooth, wet walls of her pussy. Now and then he pulled his tongue back to tease at her clit instead, and even though she was keeping her mouth tightly shut, he still heard her muffled noises of pleasure and the sudden intakes of breath each time he teased her most sensitive spot.

She squirmed in her seat on his desk, her legs occasionally pressing tighter for a moment up against the sides of his head and his horns. "Ah, Zhen...!" she moaned out quietly, struggling to avoid making too much noise, her grip on his head tightening a little. Her panting breaths grew more rapid as he slid his tongue from side to side within her wet tunnels, taking heavy breaths of his own through his nose as he kept his tongue busy.

Her hands moved and gripped his horns, surprising him a little as she kept his head held close to her slit. It wasn't the first time she'd done so, and she knew how to do it without hurting him, something he was grateful for as it meant he wouldn't have to interrupt the moment of passion. "Almost there...!" she told him in a raised whisper, and the warning only motivated him to tease her more, licking all around her tunnels before pulling his tongue back out of them to tease directly at the sensitive nub at the top of her pussy.

His efforts were soon rewarded as she trembled on the desk, her rapid breaths occasionally interrupted as she gave a muffled groan through clenched teeth. Her legs tightened their hold around his head, her heels pressing against his back, her hands clutching his horns tightly. She bucked her hips forward, pressing her slit against the end of his muzzle and his open mouth, and his tongue lapped up her juices as her juices squirted into his maw in the throes of her climax. He kept his tongue moving, lapping inside of her tunnels again, feeling them contract from her orgasm, until she let out a gasp and slumped on the desk. Releasing his horns, she gave two quick pats to the back of the head to signal for him to stop, and he withdrew his tongue, rubbing her thighs before letting go of them.

A moment later she moved her legs aside to release him from their grip, and he stood back up. She was panting, her eyes closed, hands holding the edge of the desk to steady herself as she recovered. "Thanks," she said after several moments, "you've gotten... really good at that."

He gave a little chuckle as he reached into a pocket on his jacket, pulling out a tissue and wiping her juices off the end of his muzzle. "Must be all the practice," he remarked playfully as he tossed the tissue into the trash can under his desk, which was empty after having been changed a little shortly after lunch.

Offering a tissue to her, she took it gratefully and wiped the stray juices off her inner thighs and the scales around her slit, making herself somewhat presentable. As she did, Zhen reached back into another pocket and pulled out a cylindrical package of mints, showing it to her before pushing one out with his thumb into his other hand and then popping it into his mouth.

"Ah, clever," she told him with a nod, "hiding the evidence."

"Exactly," he concurred.

Her gaze traveled readily between his legs to where his cock still bobbed stiffly, his balls resting against his inner thighs. Slipping off the desk, she patted the spot where she had just been with one hand. "Your turn," she told him, "so long as I get some mints afterward."

Nodding, he did as she directed, sitting at the edge of his desk. He took a moment to pull one leg free from his pants and briefs, leaving them dangling around his other ankle, so that he could spread his legs out nice and wide for her. The position let his sack hang over the edge of the desk, and he wiggled his hips a little to make the orbs within dangle and sway slightly, a smirk crossing his face as she stared at them.

Code was quick to kneel down in front of him, still bottomless, reaching out and cupping both balls in her hands. Leaning in, she peppered the front of his smooth-scaled sack with kisses and little licks of her forked tongue, her palms caressing his orbs from underneath while her fingers teased at them from behind. Zhen leaned back and gave a low groan, enjoying her dutiful attention, his cock throbbing appreciatively above her snout, pre already beading at the tip from how turned on he had gotten while eating her out.

But she ignored it for the moment, instead continuing to lavish attention on his balls, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth again and again to lick across their surface. Her thumbs slid back and forth over the front of his sack, and she rolled the orbs within around in her palms, teasing them lovingly, her tail swishing back and forth behind her as Zhen panted quietly and held onto the desk. She let go of them only briefly so that she could slide her snout underneath them, letting the twin testes within roll over the sides of her muzzle, and then moved back to continue where she left off with her hands.

A drop of pre fell from his cock onto the bridge of her snout, and she stared at it cross-eyed for a moment as she nuzzled in between his balls before raising her head upward. Licking along the underside of his cock, the two tips of her forked tongue teasing across each of his four ridges, she licked up the heavy bead of precum at his tip before giving him a little kiss there. She looked up at him from between his legs, opening her mouth a little, and slid his shaft past her lips and into her maw, her long muzzle letting her take the full length of it easily.

But as soon as her snout bumped against his belly, she picked up the pace, pulling her head back and immediately beginning to bob it back and forth long most of his length. Zhen let out a groan in surprise before closing his mouth to muffle any further noises, his cock throbbing within her mouth as she suckled on it. Her hands continued their work on his sack, caressing them as she rolled them around in her palms, moving faster than before but still being gentle with the sensitive orbs.

His hands gripped the edge of the table firmly as he gritted his teeth and did his best to avoid making any more noise than necessary, but her firm sucking and quick motions of her head along his cock made it hard for him to contain himself. Her tongue was flicking at the sensitive pointed glans of his cock, licking up the preseed leaking from it, and her bottom lip bumped over the ridges of his shaft as she sucked along it, teasing him further.

She was soon bringing her head back and forth along almost the entire length of his hot, hard flesh, eager to pleasure him as much as he had done for her, a quick act while they had the chance to enjoy each other. Had he not been so lost in the moment, Zhen might have been a little more concerned of the sound her sucking made as her head moved up and down along his shaft, but instead he kept his mouth shut tight as he gave a muffled moan through it.

"So good..." he told her, "I won't last..." With that warning given as he felt the pleasure mounting, he trembled a little on the desk as she took that as her own cue to tease him even more. Her tongue flicked up and down over the tip of his cockhead, the forward thrusts of her muzzle getting faster as she slowed down on the backward strokes to compensate. Her hands cupped, rubbed, and teased his balls as they prepared to unload, encouraging them to give her a big load when they blew.

Feeling his orgasm coming, Zhen closed his eyes tightly, reaching up and holding his muzzle shut with one hand, the other gripping the desk. He moaned through clenched teeth as the pleasure peaked and he felt his balls pulling up, Code's hands quickly rising up after them, his shaft pulsing as he erupted into her maw. Between his deep shuddering breaths and muffled groans of pleasure, he heard her swallowing as she gulped down the thick, heavy ropes of cum he shot into her mouth, her snout pressed up against his belly as she kept his whole length in her muzzle.

She continued to suckle on him firmly until he felt overstimulated as his climax ended, and with a couple of quick taps to the back of her head, he signaled for her to stop. Relenting, she gently pulled her head back, giving his balls one last caress, and one last lick to the tip of his cock to clean him up as she swallowed the last of his seed and panted for breath.

It was his turn to take a few moments to calm down, his chest heaving as he let go of his snout and braced himself on the desk to hold himself up. Code gently rubbed at his legs as she waited, and eventually he opened his eyes and looked back at her.

"Thank you," he told her sincerely. "That was just what I needed."

She gave a small chuckle as she rose to her feet. "I might have a smaller portion at dinner," she told him teasingly.

He chuckled as well as he reached into his pocket to pull out more tissues, offering one to her before cleaning himself up with the other. "Got enough protein for the day now?" he remarked playfully.

She winked at him in response as she cleaned around her mouth and wiped the little bit of pre off the top of her muzzle from where it had first landed. They both finished cleaning up and got dressed, and Zhen offered her his pack of mints; she pushed out two of them and then handed it back.

"All right," she told him, "I'd better go to the bathroom and wash up just a little more before heading back to my desk. I've got an idea for some other scripts I can check out."

"I gave you some food for thought, did I?" Zhen remarked playfully, and she gave a small laugh.

"Certainly something that'll occupy my thoughts for a bit," she fired back. She popped the mints into her mouth and turned to leave.

"Code, wait," Zhen said, and she stopped, turning partway to look back at him. He reached out and gave her a hug, one that she returned, and then he pulled back just enough to nuzzle at her cheek. "Thank you again."

"No, thank you," she replied. "This was a lot of fun."

"It was," he agreed, and let her go, watching her leave his office. After she closed the door, he just stood and stared at it for a brief moment.

"I'm going to miss you," he murmured quietly, turning back to his desk and reaching for the bottle of hand sanitizer as he slipped back into his seat. His phone lit up with another notification of a message from Lim, but he ignored it. His thoughts were on Code, and he wanted to keep them there for the moment.

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Zhen slipped a few bills from his pocket and placed them on the counter of the street vendor's truck. "Thank you!" he called in his native language, though he wasn't sure he could be heard over all the noise around him. He took the two boxes the vendor had just placed on the counter, as well as some napkins, giving a polite nod to the vendor inside. He nodded back to Zhen before waving the next customer forward, leaving Zhen to turn and head off with his food.

Making his way through the crowds, he returned to the spot where he had left Code, who was watching in awe at an entertainer juggling flaming sticks high into the air. The noise of the throng of people at the festival, as well as the drums being played, made verbal communication impractical. So once he got her attention, he simply lifted up the boxes of food and then motioned with his head towards the nearby trees. She gave a nod of acknowledgement and followed him to a quieter spot that was still within sight of the main street.

"What did you get?" she asked curiously once they were far enough away to be able to hear each other talk.

"These are a special kind of sweet dumpling," he told her as he held out the boxes, and she took the top one from him, deftly opening it up. "They're common at these kinds of festivals. I thought you might like-"

She was already biting into one of them, her eyes widening as she tasted it and swallowed. "They're delicious, thank you!" she told him before chowing down on the other half.

He smiled and inclined his head to her as he opened up his box and turned back towards the main road, watching as the main procession approached them with a thunderous pounding of drums and the occasional ring of a gong. Both of them had come straight from work, but Zhen had left his coat and tie in his car for comfort; it was a warm night and the vast numbers of lights and paper lanterns were only making things hotter.

They watched the procession together, with the enormous and colorful dragon puppet taking center stage as the people underneath it made it wind back and forth along the road in serpentine fashion. Every so often, Code asked Zhen a question or two about the procession and its history, but otherwise they ate in silence and watched the proceedings.

"So," Code asked as the tail end of the procession went past, "is the dragon real? Not the one in the procession of course, but the one that it's based off of."

Zhen shook his head. "If the Great Dragon lives in this world, then he is very good at hiding from a population that all carries high resolution digital cameras around in their pockets every day," he remarked blithely, cleaning his fingers on his napkin. "But they say he is the ancestor of dragons like me, and I wouldn't mind a little more good luck in my life if he would be so willing to grant it."

She nodded and went back to watching, but there wasn't much left to see. Zhen broke the lull in conversation by asking, "The fireworks won't be for a little bit. Would you like to come with me? I know a better spot we can watch from."

"Fireworks?" she asked incredulously, "They already set them off earlier."

He gave a chuckle. "Yes, and we love our fireworks even more than they do on your side of the ocean. There'll be another set in a little bit, once the procession reaches the end of its route."

"I see! Lead the way, then."

He beckoned for her to follow and led her back to where his car was parked, tossing their empty food containers in the trash along the way. It was a short drive, going just beyond the boundaries of the town and into the fields and sparse forests beyond, continuing up a hill leading to a cliff overlooking the nearby lake. The last little bit took them onto a rarely-traveled dirt road heading up the hill, and Zhen had to go much more slowly up the heavy incline of the road near the end.

He parked in what was little more than a small stretch of open dirt that served as a makeshift parking space. Code looked around as they got out of the car; they were at a scenic overlook point, with a picnic table, benches, and a trashcan nearby. Metal railings had been placed around the edge of the overlook, and the spot offered a commanding view of both the lake and the town they had just come from. Many boats with paper lanterns were out on the lake, dotting it with lights visible even from the overlook. They had the lookout to themselves, however, on account of the ongoing festival still drawing attention back at the town.

"Oh, wow, the view up here is amazing!" Code exclaimed in awe as she went to the railing and leaned on it. "How did you find out about this spot?"

Zhen came over to stand next to her, putting an arm around her, a gesture that she reciprocated. "I grew up here," he said simply. "I've lived in this general area my whole life. My parents have a house on the other end of town, over that way." Raising his other arm, he pointed into the distance, indicating the general direction. "I've been to other places for work and vacations of course, but I've never lived anywhere else. And this spot in particular is very special to me."

"Oh?" she asked, "Why is that?"

Turning his upper body, he gestured to the side, where there was a large rock stuck in the ground. The top of it was almost flat on a slight angle, and close to being smooth as well with only a few irregularities. "Do you see that rock?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well..." he brought his hand to his muzzle for a moment and cleared his throat. "I, ah, lost my virginity on that rock many years ago."

She hummed in interest and leaned against his side, her tail swaying behind her. "Oh? Do tell."

"Uh, it wasn't that interesting," he muttered evasively, glancing away.

"Oh come on, you can't tease me with that and then not tell me the story behind it," she said with a hint of amusement, reaching over with her other hand and poking his belly lightly. "Besides, it's about you, and you're interesting to me. If you really don't want to, I won't force you, but I'd like to hear more."

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know. But there really isn't that much to tell. I was sitting on the rock, and she took the lead. Obviously, I was inexperienced, and she wasn't much better in that regard." Turning his head to look at her, he remarked in a low but playful tone, "It wasn't until I met you that I got more wild with women, after all."

She grinned broadly at him in response to that. "I'm happy to have helped you loosen up and enjoy yourself." Casting her gaze back out over the lake, she continued, "So, how was it? Did you have a good time?"

"Oh, of course," he answered, "it may have been simple and we both barely knew what we were doing, but it was still sex." With a smirk, he added, "But it was vaginal, so I doubt you'd be interested in the details." Sliding his hand down her back, he gave her a squeeze on the rump for emphasis.

Code gave a small laugh, pushing her hips back to press into his grip. "I assumed as much," she told him, "I know I have unusual preferences, and most people aren't like me. But it won't bother me if you talk about it."

He nodded, keeping his hand beside her tail. "She wasn't adventurous in that regard. We only did it away from home because her parents wouldn't have approved. She always described herself as very vanilla – she didn't even like giving oral, so I'm quite sure anal was off the table too. But I didn't mind, and we still had lots of fun together." Squeezing the curves of her backside again, he continued, "So I understand your preference. Just because something is common doesn't mean everyone likes it, and it's really not all that different from her or other women like her."

"Thank you," she told him, pulling a little closer to him. "So, I'm assuming you came inside her?"

Zhen cleared his throat again. "I may have been a year shy of being an adult at the time," he told her sternly, "but we were responsible and used protection. I don't know how it is where you're from, but over here, having children out of wedlock, especially underage, is quite the scandal."

She nodded in response. "People are quite a bit more... careless about it back home," she muttered. "Sorry if I touched a nerve." 

He shook his head to indicate that there had been no harm done, keeping her held against his side. "Enough about me. I think it's your turn. What was your first time like?"

"Ah, well..." she said, hesitating. He glanced at her, but she didn't seem flustered. Her expression was hard to read, but it wasn't good. Inhaling, she eventually spoke again, "Not very good, honestly."

"Oh," he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," she told him, shaking her head. "I'm sure you can guess, though. Nothing special either, it was just over at his place. We got along well enough out of bed, but the sex was very... one-sided. He kept talking about 'knocking me up', even though he was a mammal, so that wasn't even possible. I asked him to stop talking like that, but he kept doing it anyway. He didn't seem to care if I finished or not. Eventually, after a few weeks when I asked if we could try anal, he refused. And by itself that wouldn't be so bad, but then he started insulting me for it, so I shouted back, and a few minutes later that was the end of that relationship." She sighed, but straightened up and added, "On a related note, I also discovered that night that ice cream is a terrible comfort food when you're cold-blooded."

He chuckled a little at her joke, but put his arm back around her shoulders. "If I may be so bold, it sounds like you were better off without him."

"Absolutely," she agreed. "I learned some other important lessons about not making myself uncomfortable for someone else, especially if they don't respect me."

He nodded in understanding. "I hope you found someone good eventually."

"Other than you?" she asked playfully, and he couldn't help but smile. He felt something rub against his tail, and the glanced back, seeing that she had moved hers over to slide it against his own. "I did, yes. My first time receiving anal was quite wild. I already knew I liked it from experimenting alone, of course, but having that big guy sitting on my sofa with me in his lap lifting me up and down..." she gave a wistful sigh. "I made quite the racket. And forgot that my sister was around. Ari got quite the show put on for her, peeking through the door, and nearly made me fall out of my chair when she brought it up at breakfast the following morning."

She laughed, and Zhen chuckled along with her. They fell silent for a short time until Code spoke again. "So, that first girlfriend of yours," she asked, "What was she like?"

"Ah, well..." he muttered, steeling himself, "It was Lim."

"Really? She was your first?"

He gave a small nod. "Yes, obviously quite a bit younger than when you saw her. She's a smart woman, and she got me into programming, actually. Very cute, even without her glasses." Code chuckled, and he continued, "We got along quite well, we had enough in common to have lots to talk about, but enough differences to learn things from each other."

"I see. What happened, then? It sounds like you two were a good match."

Zhen sighed a little and looked out over the water. "We were, but... it was doomed from the start, really. She was from a rich family, and mine wasn't well-off enough compared to hers."

Code raised an eye-ridge. "What does that have to do with anything?"

He looked over at her and saw her confusion. "Ah. Things are different over here. If you want to properly romance a woman beyond the first few dates, you need to buy her gifts. It shows your social standing, and all that. But I couldn't manage the level of extravagance her family would expect, so even though we got along well, her parents encouraged her to move on to a different suitor from another family who had a sufficient wealth."

Code frowned, turning her gaze back out over the water in silent disapproval. Zhen continued, "I don't like it either, just so you know."

"Well," she told him, holding him a little more tightly, "I don't care about any of that. I think you're a wonderful person. You've got a great house, but I'd be happy with you even if all you had was a little apartment."

"As would I," he answered earnestly.

"You said Lim got divorced. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

He closed his eyes. "It was all fine at the start, but the man she was set up with cheated on her. She was devastated, and she lost a lot in the legal settlement, too. It hurt me to learn how she had been treated – she didn't deserve any of it."

"That's awful," she agreed.

"And... I need to tell you something on that front," he said quietly. "I've been turning her down so far, but she's been looking to get back together. She's still a lovely woman, and we still get along well. I feel sorry for her after what she went through. And I make enough now that I could try my luck again without all the social problems that I would have run into the first time. I have my own house and a well-paying job, so even her parents would approve. But..."

She looked downward into the water as she leaned on his side, her expression darkening. "I'm glad you told me about this. I want you to be honest, and I think I understand how you feel. I think you should get together with her after I'm gone, and see if you two are still a good match. You're a good man, and you deserve someone just as good as you are... and it sounds like she could use someone good too."

Even though it was the truth, and she was saying only good things about him, Zhen was hurt by her words. Was that really how things were going to turn out? He had nothing against Lim, quite the opposite, and the thought of hooking up with her again had it appeal. But knowing that doing so would mean breaking up with Code for good caused a pain in his heart that made him look away, his brow furrowed. He didn't want to face the fact that she would be leaving soon. 

On the other hand, she seemed to have already made her peace with it. She knew she had to leave. He didn't want to imagine having her leave his life, let alone actually go through it. But she had accepted it – even if the expression on her face told him how much it hurt her inside. Letting her go, and reconnecting with Lim, would be so simple. So easy. Letting Code go would hurt, but being with Lim would help ease the pain. His younger self could have only dreamed of being able to hook up with a beautiful woman like Lim, and now, a decade later, he could finally have it.

And yet...

His hands gripped the railing tightly, and his thoughts came out from his mouth without him realizing it. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to leave either," she told him, "but I have to."

"No, that's not what I mean," he blurted out, turning and facing her, making her recoil in surprise. All of the feelings that he had been pushing away and trying to keep hidden were welling up, unable to be contained any more. "I'm going to miss you so much. I don't want you to leave. The thought of you disappearing from my life, it... it's crushing me. I can't bear it. I don't know what I'll do without you. The idea that you'll just be... gone... I don't know how to handle it."

She looked away from him sadly. "I understand," she began, but he reached out and took her shoulders, cutting her off.

"You don't understand!" he cried out. "It's... I... it..." he fumbled, trying to express his feelings. But he realized there was only one way he could really tell her how he felt, and he took a breath, staring at her shocked face.

"Code, I... I love you."

She gasped softly, her eyes already wide, and he pressed on, unable to stem the tide of emotions rushing through him, and the words pouring out as a result. "Having you at home feels... right, and it feels so empty when you aren't there. Where I used to be fine doing things at home by myself, now I feel so lonely without you. And when you're with me, I feel so happy. Everything I do is better when I can share it with you. I treasure all our time together, and I... I don't want it to end. I know you have to go. But I don't want you to leave me! I love you. I'm so hopelessly in love with you. And I always will be. Even when you're gone. I can't forget you. I won't forget you. Even when you leave the country, you'll always be in my heart. I don't want Lim – I want you."

"Zhen..." she responded, reaching out and putting her arms around his waist, her eyes glancing around as she tried to reconcile what he had said against her own feelings. He watched her every movement, his heart pounding, panting a little from his outburst.

She pulled herself closer to him, closing her eyes, and held onto him tightly. "I didn't want to think about it," she told him softly, "I thought that if I just accepted it, it wouldn't hurt. But that's not right. I didn't think about how you felt. And I didn't want to admit how I really felt about it either." She embraced him fully, hugging him as tightly as she could, and he did the same, keeping her held close to his front. "I wanted to hide from it, but I can't. The thought of leaving and having to be without you hurts, because I love you too, Zhen."

Keeping his hold on her, Zhen felt like he was being tossed around in a stormy sea of emotions. Being able to speak his heart and hear that she felt the same way filled him with warmth and happiness, but knowing that it couldn't last washed it away with sadness. He felt wanted and loved, and yet also felt hopeless and lost. He clung to her, words having left him, and she did the same, both of them grappling with their feelings in silence.

Minutes passed, until a noise from the lake caught their attention. Turning his head, Zhen saw colorful sparks flying through the air from the fireworks being set off, and he turned to face them, keeping an arm around Code's shoulders as she did the same. All the colors of the rainbow flashed in the sky, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in rapid series that wove patterns through the air, the streaks of color sometimes sparse and other times dense. All the while he kept hold of Code, his anchor during the maelstrom in his heart that gradually calmed as he watched the display.

The fireworks stopped briefly, and Code spoke. "Zhen-" she started, but was cut off by the finale, an enormous series of explosions and colored lights illuminating the sky over the lake. The pattern of fireworks traced out a winding, serpentine pattern through the air, as a tribute to the festival's dragon. And finally, the last set left longer-burning bright pink lights that fell gradually downward before burning out, reminiscent of falling cherry blossoms.

Code waited a few more seconds to make sure it was actually over this time. "Zhen," she began again, "it doesn't have to end like this."

He turned his gaze away from the lake. Her melancholy expression was gone, replaced with a look of determination. "I have to go home, but it doesn't mean I can't come back. And I will. I don't know when, but I will. I'll come visit as soon as I can. We'll find a way to make it work. I'll save up my days off for whenever my next placement ends, and come over to visit."

Zhen felt warm inside, and nodded to her. "And I'll do the same. I can come visit you, too. I can save my vacation days and extend the next trip I take to the overseas office, so we'll have lots of time to spend together."

She gave him a smile. "Exactly. It'll take some planning, but we can do it. So don't be sad. Don't think of this as goodbye. It's just... temporary." Taking his hands in hers, she leaned in closer to him. "We'll be back together again before long."

"We will," he promised. "Thank you."

He moved in closer and kissed her deeply, a gesture that she returned eagerly. He knew that seeing her leave would still hurt, but knowing that he would be back with her again brought him hope. Slipping his hands around her body, he rubbed up and down her back as they kissed, his tongue slipping into her mouth where hers flicked against it, several moments passing in the silence of the overlook.

He pulled away gently, and then pressed his muzzle against hers, nuzzling against her. "We can head back to my home any time," Zhen told her. Shifting his hips forward, he grinded up against her, moving his hands down to squeeze her rump. "But I don't want to wait."

She pushed her hips back against his, grinding to the bulge in his pants. "Someone's adventurous," she teased, "Anyone could see us up here..."

"Let them," he told her, his breaths coming heavily. "Let the whole world know of our love if it comes to that. I want you and I won't let anyone else stop me." His heart was racing, but for once, he didn't feel nervous. He burned with his desire for her, holding onto her firmly and keeping her hips pressed to his own. He felt like he could take on the world, and he wouldn't let anything stop him.

"I like the sound of that," she told him in a seductive tone. She brought a hand up between them, tracing her fingers over his upper chest through his shirt, and idly playing with one of his whiskers. "Could I make a request?"

"Of course," he told her, squeezing and kneading her rump with both hands.

"Don't hold back," she told him. "I want it as hard as you can give it. Don't worry about me, I can take it. I'll tell you to stop if necessary."

Zhen straightened himself up, keeping his hands on her rump. "Well, then..." he told her in a growling voice, gripping her cheeks while pulling her upwards, lifting her feet a few inches off the ground. She gasped as she held onto him, but he carried her over towards his car without a word, setting her down on her back on the lid of the trunk with her tail and legs dangling over the back of it.

She looked up at him and watched as he dug into the pocket of his pants to fetch his wallet, opening it to pull out a wrapped condom. "I hope you know what you're in for," he murmured to her lustily as he swiftly began unfastening his pants, his fingers fumbling a little in his haste. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll have to be carried back home." His pants soon fell to his ankles, his briefs notably tented until they were removed a few seconds later. His cock was already throbbing in front of him at its full size, and he almost felt dizzy from the strength of his arousal.

"That had better be a promise," she retorted teasingly, reaching down for her own pants. But Zhen  dropped the condom beside her to grab her hands, pushing them aside to take over, undoing the buckle, button and zipper so that he could give her pants a swift tug and pull them down to her ankles. Her panties were tugged down with them a moment later, and with a little finagling to get them past her shoes, he tugged both garments off her legs entirely and dropped them on the car next to her.

"It's a promise all right," he asserted, snatching up the condom and bringing it to his mouth, biting into a corner and twisting his hand to tear the packaging open. "I'm going to pound you until you can't speak." It had been a long time since he had felt so passionate and heated, even across his time with Code; he was almost on autopilot as he pulled out the heavily lubricated condom and rolled it down his cock, tossing the wrapper on Code's clothes to be dealt with later.

She was about to make another remark back to him, but he leaned over her and slammed both hands on the car trunk, giving her a dominant look that caught her off-guard. Grabbing onto her, he rolled her over onto her front, and despite her cry of surprise, she was quick to lift her tail up for him, giving him free access to her loins. Bringing his hips forward, he felt his wrapped and slicked cocktip nudge against her tailhole, and he pushed into her only just enough to ease the head of his stiff shaft into her. Despite his promise to go hard, he still took it slow just for the first part, not wanting to hurt her – but that didn't mean he was going to be gentle in every way.

Leaning forward again, he put his hands on her back to hold her down against the car, and started to penetrate deeper. In one smooth and slow motion, he slid all the way into her down to the hilt, each ridge on the underside of his cock stretching her wider for a brief moment as it passed through her ring. Code moaned out into the nighttime air, lifting her feet off the ground and curling her toes within her shoes, and Zhen ground up against her for a brief moment, rocking his cock against her walls, his sack resting against her pussylips. She was as wonderfully tight around him as always, and he savored the feeling.

He gave a lustful growl after a few moments of throbbing inside of her, and pulled his hips back before slamming his length into her again. Zhen bent over her a little more, moving his hands up to her shoulders, pinning her down against the trunk of his car, and started to go to town on her. He gave her hard thrusts with almost his entire cock, his balls swinging forward and slapping loudly against her wet pussylips each time he did.

Her pants and moans grew louder, her tail curling around his waist loosely as he rammed into her over and over. Each thrust made his ridges pop out from her rear hole one by one, only to pop back in in sequence when he buried himself inside her once more. Every motion out of and into her brought him pleasure, too, but he was focused on her, giving her the pounding she had asked for, the lubricant on the condom letting him slide in and out of her tightly-squeezing tunnels with relative ease.

He bent over her almost completely and brought his right hand down from her shoulder, shoving it underneath her body. Reaching between her legs, Zhen slipped his middle two fingers into her pussy as he kept fucking her, playing with her wet walls while he drilled her ass. His breaths came heavily, and pleasured groans of his own mixed with hers in the air, his heart pounding from both arousal and exertion. She was incredibly wet already, and he showed her no mercy, pumping his fingers in and out of her rapidly, feeling his own sack bouncing against his knuckles on occasion. 

Being pleasured from both sides only make her groan more, squirming against his car. Her hands were balled up into fists, her eyes rolled upward as he kept slamming into her again and again. Zhen kept up the pace a bit longer before taking it up another notch by pushing his fingers into her deeper. They teased over her walls, feeling around for the sensitive spot he had sought out on her many times before, as he felt his thrusting cock on the other side of the flesh separating her tunnels. Excess juices from her pussy ended up all over his hand, and the front of his ballsack was getting wet with her fluids as well as the orbs within kept swinging forward and smacking against her slit on every thrust.

She suddenly writhed and arched her back as his fingers located her g-spot, a louder moan escaping her throat. Shuddering when he didn't relent, his fingertips teasing the erogenous zone they had located, she couldn't last against all the pleasure. Her eyes shut tightly, and she had barely the sense to grab onto her muzzle with both hands moments before her whole body trembled as it was wracked by an orgasm, her moan of pleasure still loud even though it was muffled by her snout.

Zhen felt her clenching and squeezing around his cock and fingers as her tunnels tensed, tightening against the parts of him inside her. He kept his hips still with his shaft buried in her rippling rear hole, but continued the motions with his fingers, making her squirm and writhe on the car as he fingered her squeezing snatch. Squirts of juices struck his hand and made an even bigger mess of it, and it was only when she suddenly went limp that he withdrew his fingers from her drenched pussy.

He wasn't done, however, and pulled out of her in one smooth motion, making her gasp as his ridges popped back through her sphincter. His covered cock throbbed needily in the air, and he panted deeply, catching his breath and recovering his stamina as much as he could in the moment of rest. Grabbing onto her hips, he rolled her back over so she was facing upwards once more in the spot where she had originally been, then stood in front of her and grabbed her knees, spreading her legs apart.

She stared up at him, panting, eyes fluttering, struggling to focus on him. He knew her well enough to know that she didn't want him to stop – she would have said so if she did. "You're still lucid," he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Time for round two, then."

He kept his grip on her as he brought his cock back to her rear entrance and slid back inside, easily able to push in all the way immediately after loosening her up before, his ridges bumping over the other half of her sphincter due to the change in position. She gasped and groaned out again, opening her mouth, and as she did he released her legs so he could lean over her and embrace her. Wrapping both his arms around her and pulling her close, he locked his lips with hers, his whiskers brushing against her neck. She loosely put her arms around him, but let her legs fall onto the trunk on either side of him, breathing heavily through her nose as her tongue weakly flicked back against his own.

Zhen was quick to pick up where he had left off, pulling his hips back and thrusting into her. But this time he went for speed over hardness, rapidly thrusting with half of the length of his cock. His hips slapped against hers again and again while his balls thumped against the underside of her tail, his back two ridges sawing back and forth over her tailhole. His head swam from pleasure and passion alike, his eyes closing as he both kissed her and fucked her deeply, groaning into her mouth from the pleasure her anal walls gave him as he thrusted into them. Taking rapid breaths through his nose as well, not wanting to break the kiss at all, he lost himself in the heat of the moment.

Each time she shuddered and trembled against him, he took it as a personal victory, his own pleasure mounting as he drove both of them towards the finish, his hips a blur as they hammered her against the back of his car. He felt the cool breeze off the lake against his body, and heard the rustling of the trees nearby, reminding him of where he was – but he was far too wrapped up in the moment to care about anything other than the pair of them.

When he felt the tell-tale tingle of his incoming orgasm, Zhen only sped up further, losing his rhythm and thrusting uneven amounts into her, the pleasure overwhelming his senses as he drove his shaft into her ass again and again. Even when his climax hit him with full force, he didn't let up for a moment, determined to make Code cum as well even as he groaned into her mouth from the extreme pleasure, blowing his load into the condom. His persistence was rewarded as she trembled against him, her anal walls clenching as she was overcome by a peak of pleasure once again, her arms squeezing him more tightly too. He felt her pussy juices splash against his lower belly, and only then did he push his hips up against hers and hold them there, burying his entire length inside of her ass. Both of them quivered against each other, moaning into the other's mouth in mutual ecstasy as he emptied his balls into her.

Only once he came down from his climax did he break the kiss, leaving both of them gasping and panting for breath. He was barely aware of his surroundings, his eyes closed, still dazed from his afterglow. But after a few moments he opened his eyes just a bit, lifting himself off of her a small amount.

She was staring up at the starry sky with her eyes rolled back, her forked tongue hanging from her mouth, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. It was a sign that he had done well, and he smiled to himself as he straightened up a bit. "That's more like it," he told her between breaths.

She didn't respond at all, however, and his face fell. "Code?" he asked, worried that he had overdone it a little – but she lifted her right arm to give him a thumbs-up before letting it fall back onto the trunk. With a small chuckle, he smirked and gently pulled out from her, removing and tying off the condom to throw it in the trashcan along with its wrapper; an easier cleanup was the whole reason he had brought it along, after all. He had filled it quite potently as well – a reminder that he had enjoyed the moment just as much as she had.

When he returned to her, she was still on her back and panting, but turned her head to look at him. "I... REALLY enjoyed that..." she told him between heavy breaths. "Thank you."

"As did I," he told her, reaching out and putting a hand on her thigh. "I will miss this, and I will miss you. But when we meet again, I will make sure to make up for lost time."

She chuckled, sitting up just a little. "I'm up for that challenge," she told him, taking a few more deep breaths before continuing. "I'm going to miss you too, but I'll think of you often."

"Likewise," he told her, reaching out with his other hand. She took it gently, and they looked each other in the eyes for a few quiet moments.

"I love you, Code," Zhen told her quietly.

She pulled herself up into a sitting position, touching her snout against his gently. "I love you too, Zhen," she whispered to him, and in that moment he felt happier than he had ever been before.
