Disclaimer & Author’s Note: Please note that this story is for those 18+ years of age. This story, just like the previous ones, will be narrated from a first-person point of view. Now, concerning the short story, please note that as I improve as an amateur writer, I ask that you be mindful of my many texts that will contain inconsistencies and errors; they are far from perfect, so it would be greatly appreciated if you take the time to comment any suggestions, opinions, or ideas you have down below.
Yours truly,
Foowoo
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I felt like I was burning up; like a flame had enveloped my body.
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\tBut I wasn’t sweating, panting or heaving. I wasn’t out of breath, and I definitely wasn’t actually on fire. I wasn’t sick, I didn’t cough nor did I have a runny nose. I just felt…heated… It was an alluring heat, one that was driven by desire, not combustion. Though it felt hot, nonetheless. It had the same physical properties as a fire, it needed to be quenched by something. Something specific. Otherwise, it would grow, consume, and maybe even scorch. It was the kind of heat that made me feel frantic, wild, and desperate to find some way, any way to sate the desire.
\tBut I would have to wait another 10 minutes or so, another 10 minutes I could bear no longer. Time felt slow, sluggish and disfigured. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. The heat turned time into an illusion. An illusion reminiscent of purgatory; one that I knew I’d eventually get out of, but also knew there’d involve a lot of patience; patience that I didn’t have. I knew I’d have to find it, somehow. I’d have to search deep, deep down into a mind that was shaking with unease, overflowing with distraught.
\tIt was so prevalent, so exasperating that I could barely hide it. Barely hide the desire, hide the lust. It made me feel dirty, vulgar and barbaric, but I covered it up. I wore forbearance and apathy like a lethargic gown, and it worked--well, at least on the outside it did.
\tAm I going to lose my mind? I thought, fidgeting with my fingers as my footpaws tapped restlessly on the ground. Gods, I’m so stupid! Why didn’t I stay home? Why didn't I just listen to dad? Ohh, how much longer do I have to wait? How much longer are they going to make me wait? How much longer until I… Until I-
\t“U-Uhm, Soma?” I heard a subtle voice, quieter than a mouse, utter my name. It sounded like a boy, with a hint of nervousness and concern in the way it was said. “Y-You’re shaking a bit, dude.”
\tI’m…shaking?
\tThe words bounced around in my skull, pulling me out of the opaque fog that had enveloped my thoughts.
\t“Mike?” I asked, swivelling my chair around. My memory felt like a jigsaw puzzle that had been rattled and shook, all the pieces spread about and disorganized.
\t“Uhh, yeah? I'm Mike, you know, classmate and teammate?”
\tThen I remembered the timid expression he always had on his muzzle, the sheepish atmosphere he always had when around me, the coyish smile he’d always offer me in the halls before disappearing in the rush to get to class. The new kid. The minority with a gift, just like me. I can recall key moments on the field, never failing to make the winning pass. Never failing to steal the ball in a clutch reversal of fate. He was incredible in more than just one way. Because it wasn't just his skill at soccer that made him admirable. No, it’s… How cute he is… How tantalizing his boyish hips and athletic frame were when we were in the changing room. It was how…alluring he was-
\t“S-Soma, you good?”
\t“Y-Yeah~ You look really-”
\tI cut myself off, using whatever little bit of self-restraint to remain normal, though I could feel it slipping through the cracks. My mind… It felt as though my…thoughts weren’t my own… But I kind of…enjoyed it? Wait- No! Get a hold of yourself, Soma!
\t“Ah! I mean, u-uhm, I’m fine!” I said with a shaky smile.
\t“You sure? I mean, you look anything but fine, dude,” he said dubiously.
\t“Mhmmmmmf~ N-Never been better!”
\t“Okay…” he paused for a second, shooting a glance over to Mrs. Perkin's desk and then back at me, “Then could you help me with-”
\t“Hm? With what?”
\t“Uhh, d-dude, you seem to have a bit of a…problem…”
\tMike’s eyes locked onto something between my…between my legs! I yelped, reflexively putting my paws over the tent that poked at the fly of my cargo shorts. I felt abashed, all I could do was try to conceal it, and the tiger smirked at this.
\t“I, u-uhm, I c-can explain!” I stuttered, my cheeks were so red that they felt like they were going to burn off!
\t“D-Don’t worry about it, dude… But, I’ve uhhh~ Actually been itching to tell-”
\t“Soma, have you finished the worksheet?”
\tWell, shit.
\tI had absolutely no idea what to tell the teacher, let alone approach her with the minor inconvenience that was poking at my fly. My algebra worksheet was still blank. Oh, other than my name, which was the finest piece of work I could achieve in my bewildered state of mind.
\t“I’m, uhhhhhh, still workin- GAH?!” I yelped when I felt a prickly cold liquid hit my stomach, followed by a loud clunk of something metal hitting the ground. That was when I realized what had happened.
\t“W-What the~ M-Mike!” I grumbled, putting on a slightly irritated expression, though there was no internal frustration behind it. I wasn’t pissed off at Mike, but rather, I was more than grateful for what he just did. The tiger had saved me from a rock and a hard place by pushing his water bottle over the edge of his desk and tattering my clothes with the icy contents, creating the perfect distraction.
\t“Oh, silly me! Sorry, Soma, looks like you’ll have to get a quick change of clothes.” Mike chuckled nervously, scratching the fur atop his head. “Mistress, can I go help him with that?”
\tThe room fell dead silent. Everyone looked at Mrs. Perkins, then at us. For 5 bitterly cold seconds, she gave us both a bone-chilling glare, almost as if she was seeing through us. Foxes typically weren’t very intimidating, but this old granny somehow took it to an entirely different level. Even from her desk, it felt like she was towering over us. Her cunning expression screamed discontentment as her crimson, red eyes pierced through our souls like an arrow through our hearts. But eventually, she sighed, gesturing us towards the door…
…
As soon as we heard the ring, the halls were instantly flooded by a stampede of children.
\tPups, kits, whelps and avians of varying sizes and species all rushed to get out of the two-story concrete fortress we called elementary school. Everyone moved with haste, like churning water down the rapids of a waterfall. The gravity of the flow was against us, almost as if we were climbing up an endless ladder…which was alive! I guess… Either way, the halls were getting so jam-packed that some kids began bumping, pushing, shoving, shouting and screaming as they got closer and closer to a pair of bright-blue coloured doors. Which were held open by a kind lunch supervisor who got paid way less for what she signed up for. But her job was essential, she held open the gates to 40-minutes of freedom. The kind of freedom that every elementary kid yearned for, especially when it meant you could put as much distance between yourself and the evil blank-white sheets of dead trees used to torture people with boredom.
\tAnd ohh I could feel it- no, taste it. The kind of freedom that will pry my mind away from this perilous heat. Something else, something more engaging, something I can distract myself with, or at least until I have the time to attend to my more…lurid needs. So I moved with haste, against the flow, almost forgetting to look back to check up on the tiger who was struggling to keep up. But I wasn't about to slow down, not now. With a duffel bag firmly slung over my shoulders, I weaved through the sea of students, getting closer and closer to the indigo-coloured doors of the changing room.
\tNo one seemed to notice us creeping into the room, everyone was in a hurry to start the business of play. Soon I’ll be joining them, I thought as I heard the door shut behind us, the sounds of the chaos outside became muffled and unintelligible.
\t“W-Wow, that was… You’re, uhm, pretty fast.”
\t“Yeah.”
\tI didn’t offer much of a response in my haste, quickly taking a seat on the familiar bench that lined the middle of the room. For such an enclosed space, it was rather large for its purpose, seeming like it could easily fit a team of 12. There were also some picture frames hung up on the wall, alongside some really old medals, and the school’s spirit name: the Blue Monarchs, which were written in big, black and blue letters on the walls.
\t“Hey, I uh, wanted to…” Mike paused, seeming a little stuck in thought.
\t“What?” I ask, not noticing the irritated tone in my voice. My impatience was already getting the better of me.
\t“Nevermind, I’ll wait for you outside,” he said, and without another word or even a glance, he stepped out into the hallway.
\tNow, with the room to myself, I began taking off my soaked clothes. Starting with my red t-shirt, I lifted the base of it, pulling my shirt over my head. It peeled off of my smooth, pristinely white stomach scales, reeling at the dark-red fur that lined the length of my tail and spine. Then, I threw the piece of clothing aside, quickly moving down to my cargo shorts. I unbuckled the belt and unzipped the fly before firmly grasping at the hemming, pulling it down past my foot paws, only allowing my boxers to cover the twitching erection protruding through my slit.
\t“Nnf, that’s still a problem,” I mumbled quietly to myself. Glancing at the door, the sound of children rummaging through the halls had begun to falter and eventually fell dead silent. Echoes of distant footsteps and chatter fade into the serenity of the now mostly empty school. Maybe I can use this chance, I thought, glancing back at the imprint of my erection. I could feel it all rushing back to my head; the lust and the desire, the hunger and the thirst, the fire that can only be quenched by one thing…
\t5 minutes, tops.
\tWithout thinking twice, I swiftly pulled my boxers down to my ankles and splayed my legs, revealing my prehensile cubhood. The mass of hot, musky and throbbing flesh wriggled with excitement. As if it had been anticipating the long-awaited moment I’d cave in on my desires, and I was going to relish every second of it. I used one paw to clasp around the base of my shaft, and the other to keep me sitting upright. I slid it up and down with feverish aptitude, bouncing my paw against the broadened lips of my slit before sliding it up to the dribbling tip of my cock. It was already leaking copious amounts of pre, only adding to the pleasure of the experience.
\tI did my best to keep my maw shut, filtering out any moans, groans or whimpers of pleasure that tried to escape my lips. Though I couldn’t stop myself from panting like a feral dog. My tongue lolled out to the side as I closed my eyes in the almost ethereal ecstasy of the moment, and I knew it would only get better. It hadn’t even been 3 minutes and already I felt like I was teetering over the edge, so I tried to pace myself… Which didn’t last long, to put it simply. The carnal instinct to reach my climax was so overbearing that my body began to move on its own, releasing the subconscious desires that had been intentionally locked away into the far regions of my mind.
\tI guess no one could blame me for using a bit of…imagination~ I thought to myself as I began to shuffle into a different position. Laying lengthwise on the bench, both my paws were free to roam as they pleased, but I already had a set place where I wanted them.
\tWhilst continuing my unrelenting assault on my prehensile member, I lowered my free paw down to the base of my slit. One interesting thing with many reptiles, including dragons, was that our two privates were located somewhat close to each other. This made it subsequently easier for me to pleasure two holes at once- though it did make using the washroom a bit of an awkward experience… But either way, I saw it as an evolutionary pro rather than a con, especially when it comes to doing something naughty~
\tWith two fingers over both my pink pucker and lower slit, I plunged my digits into the two holes, and what followed was completely involuntary. It felt as though my body was a ticking-time-bomb that had exploded prematurely, unexpectantly, and with as much force as a truck. My cock convulsed familiarly, erupting in a fit of violent throbs that were followed by long, thick and steamy strings of sticky cum. Squirt after squirt I covered my stomach in my own seed while the euphoric feeling of my orgasm steamrolled every crevice of my body. It was so sudden, so abrupt, that I didn’t have enough time to keep my muzzle shut; where loud and high-pitch moans burst out. Though, at the moment, the worry or even the thought of anyone hearing me didn’t really cross my mind. Not because of the blissful feeling that washed over me. No, but rather because of how quick my body demanded more. More pleasure. Because as quick as it took to bring myself over the edge, I already found myself craving more. A lot more.
\tIt felt like I no longer had control over myself. Even if I wanted to stop, not a single fibre in my being would allow it, not for a second. Even though I felt sensitive, even though I felt out of breath, even though I felt like I was going to faint, my paws didn’t relent. I could feel my digits plunge repeatedly into my most private depths. In and out, in and out, all while my other paw stroked my almost painfully sensitive cubhood. Which didn’t go flaccid, by the way. It remained as hard as ever, as hot as ever, and as needy as ever. My hips bucked forward into my fingers, thrusting into the clenching embrace of the paw that grasped it. Firm and unrelenting, that was what my very being craved at this moment. The fire I’d originally thought was quenched came back with an even fiercer resolve. A resolve that would set me ablaze, a resolve that would make me lose my mind.
\tWhich, to be honest, was pretty much what had already happened. My muzzle refused to remain shut, letting out moans, groans, murmurs, whimpers, or whatever babbled and coherent noises formulated in the back of my throat. Every joint, every nerve, everything in my anatomy cried out in a mixed state of joy and disdain, almost to the point of numbness. But even in this overstimulating experience, I could feel it. Feel it approach faster, wilder, without restraint. I didn’t bother resisting it at this point. In fact, I began to embrace it with open arms. I'd soon let it roll over me a second time. Without a single care in the world, I pushed myself over the edge. The edge of no return. It was what my body wanted, what I wanted, what I hungered and thirsted for, what I craved and coveted. It was a necessity. Not because it would quench the fire, no, because it would feed it. I wanted to feel the heat, wanted to touch the blaze. I ached for more of it. Because If I didn’t get more of it, I don’t know what I’d do to replace it. I…I have to have all of i-
\t“S-Soma…?”
\tBefore I had the chance to stop and look at who’d intruded on me, my cock convulsed yet another time. I felt it throb even harder, with even more tumultuous audacity. Pumping out yet another bout of seed from my internal balls, pushing it up the coiling length of my cock and shooting it out of the tip. For a few seconds, I completely forgot, well, everything. I was just so lost in the moment, lost in the feeling, lost in the sensation. The rapture of it all was just so exhilarating, so elating, so ex- Wait, MIKE?!
\tI slowly twisted my head to the side, panting and heaving with one eye open. The recognizable tiger stood bashfully by the door, and we both just stared at each other. I felt my cheeks sting and burn with embarrassment, an impossibly bright-red blush appearing on my face. Right then and there, I processed a hundred thoughts at once. A hundred scenarios could come after this, and none of them were good. If I thought the situation in the classroom was bad, this took the definition of really fucking unfortunate up a notch. Like, really up a notch. And I knew I had to say something, literally anything!
\t“I-I-I, u-uhum, I uhh…” beginning to stutter, I breathed slowly to calm myself, even just a little bit. “P-Please don’t tell-”
\t“Nah, dude, I won’t tell anyone…” he said, rubbing the orange fur on his nape. “Actually, I, uhm, kinda wanted to tell you that I…I like you…”
\tWait…what? I couldn’t tell you how taken aback I was. Out of all the things that I thought could’ve happened, out of all the things Mike could've said or done, this certainly wasn’t one of them.
\t“You mean… You have a crush on me?” I asked curiously. Man, imagine if I had missed all this at home!
\t“U-Uhm, yeah…” Mike mumbled, giving me a timid nod in response.
\t“Wait wait wait wait wait~ Does that mean you’ve been…watching me…this whole time?”
\tThe moment I said that, the tiger’s cheeks practically glowed red as his tail stood on edge, beginning to fumble with his words. I found it quite amusing to see him flushed.
\t“I, uhh, I wasn’t- I mean, uh, kinda… Y-Yeah, I was…watching you…” he confessed, avoiding my gaze. The last few words were barely a whisper.
\t“Well,” I began with a sly grin, sitting upright on the bench, “If you thought my little play was so entertaining, maybe we could do something even more fun~ You know, if you’re down and al-”
\t“I’m down!” Mike beamed, his sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a keen sense of excitement. As if he’d been waiting- no, dreaming of this very moment, and he definitely wasn’t shy about it.
\t“Wow, y-you’re pretty eager, dude~” I smirked, watching attentively as the tiger began to declothe. Starting with his shirt, he lifted it over his neck and threw it aside, moving down to his rather baggy sweatpants. Though he seemed a little hesitant at first, staring idly at my nakedness. But he eventually found the courage to pull both his pants and underwear down, revealing the twitching feline cock that poked out of its fuzzy sheathe.
\tI couldn’t help but stare, as if the sight of his nakedness put me in a trance; one that was hard to break, let alone resist.
\t“L-Like what y-you see?” Mike attempted a little tease, shamelessly swaying his hips as his cubhood bobbed side to side.
\t“Mmm, ‘think it would be a little better close up~” I grinned, a coy expression on my muzzle as I gestured him closer. “Come, lay on your back.”
\t“O-Okay,” he nodded, moving to my side and lying lengthwise on the bench, which seemed to be the perfect size for the two of us. Long enough to meet the two ends of the rectangular room, and just wide enough for two people to comfortably sit back to back.
\t“Now, stay still,” I said, shuffling awkwardly on all fours, I stood above the feline. Using one paw to keep stable and the other to align Mike’s barbed cock with my soaking slithole.
\t“Hey,” Mike whispered, a shaky smile on his muzzle, “Since this is, you know…my first time, could we start slow? ”
\t“Start…slow?” I repeated, staring blankly into the feline’s deep, ocean-blue eyes. Almost immediately I could feel my neediness, my hunger, my lust take over. As if the six-minute pause had starved my body long enough. The flame that had been dampened down started to come back. As wild as a roaring blaze over a bonfire, as ferocious as a forest fire rolling down a hill, the heat enveloped my entire being and, once again, I didn't refuse it.
\tI allowed it to take over. Take over as many times as it wanted to. Willingly, I’d cave in on my desires, on my lust, and the feline beneath me could clearly see it. See it in the way my muscles tensed, the way I bared my canines, the way my pupils slit, the way I growled like a feral beast that had been released from its cage. Ohoh, Mike~ are you sure you want me to start slow?
\t“U-Uhm, S-Soma? You, eheh, y-you’re kind of scaring me- NYAHH!?!?” Mike groaned out in both pleasure and pain. With widened eyes, he watched me repeatedly slam down on his throbbing cubhood, press my paws firmly against his shoulders, and pin him against the bench as I began to ride him to my heart's content. Every time I pushed myself down, enveloping the girth of his cock, I grinded against his pelvis, feeling his fuzzy balls smack against my ass just before I raised my tail hole, only to do it all again.
\tWhen I was up to the tip, I could feel the barbs on Mike’s tapered-cock flare with every throb and squirt of pre-cum, scraping against the walls of my tightened slit. The indescribably euphoric feeling had almost completely numbed me. Not a single care, worry or caution in my mind. Because at this point, I didn’t just want to reach my orgasm. I wanted Mike, my secret admirer, to feel what I was feeling. To feel the same bliss, the same euphoria, the same lust and the same hunger. That’s why I planned on breaking him, and how would I do that? Simple, I’d just have to milk him DRY~
\t“You want me to start SLOW?! HAH! D-Don’t make me LAUGH, MIKE~” I roared, feeling my heart pound through my chest, the blood racing through my veins. I’ve never felt so wild before, so feral. Actually, it was more than just wild, it was freeing. So much so that it surprised me. Surprised me at how fun, how pleasurable this was.
\tAnd already, I could feel my orgasm approaching yet again. Unrelenting, like a roaring wave climbing the sandy expanse of shoreline, and ohh I can sense it in the tiger, too. Mike was letting out the cutest of noises. Moans, groans, whimpers and murmurs, I could tell he was on the edge.
\t“Mmmmph~ M-Man! I should d-do this more often, dontcha think?” I said with a toothy sneer, relishing the feline's strained expression.
\t“G-Gods, S-SommaAAAAA! P-Please~ T-This is too…too m-muUUCH! NGHHH!!!” he groaned, making a weak attempt to stop me, which eventually ended in a defeated whine.
\t“Oh, c’mon Mike!” I scoffed, “If you want me to slow down, you’ll have to try harder!”
\tI began to move with even more vigorous intent, the lewd sounds that emanated from our intimate sex got even louder with every schlich, schlorp and plap that followed my aggressive strides. Up and down, up and down, like a sickly-sweet merry-go-round, I already felt myself just on the edge of my climax, and the tiger was clearly slipping past his edge, so I decided on enticing him further.
\t“I-If you, h-hahn~ D-Don’t, nnGH, w-want to take control,” I said, shuffling into a more suitable position so that our muzzles were only a few inches apart, “T-Then I’ll just have to, a-ahhn, ride you as many times as it takes for you to learn!”
\tI slipped my arms around Mike’s back, practically glueing our bodies together--without pulling off of his dick--as I pressed our muzzles together. Though I didn’t get the surprised reaction I was looking for. Rather, just a cute little whimper as my long, silky, tongue explored his mouth. And then, to my own surprise, this pushed him over the edge. I felt his barbed cock convulse in violent and unrelenting throbs as he emptied his clenching balls into my used slit-hole.
\tThen I felt his paws wrap around me in something like a bear hug. His sharp claws scratched at my scales as he pumped more globs of steamy, stringy and sticky tiger cum into my most sensitive depths, painting my insides white as it began leaking out. I purposefully gyrated my hips to stimulate my sensitive slit, which was just enough to push myself over the edge. We both moaned, almost hysterically, into each other's mouths, lapping our tongues together as we went through the highs of our orgasms. Even though I climaxed a little later than Mike, it definitely was a lot more intense than I’d expected.
\tIt was so shocking (literally) that I pulled my muzzle away from the tiger who was…probably…seeing stars at this point.
\t“H-HAAAAHN~ F-FuuUCK YES, D-DUDE!!!” I bellowed, eyes shut tight as I bared my canines. I felt my prehensile member wriggle and writhe as it squirted thick strings of cum onto the feline below me, matting his fluffy stomach fur with my seed. The familiar feeling of blissful ecstasy washed over me, and just for a moment, I felt nothing. All I could see were stars, all I could feel was the fluttering feeling of butterflies in my stomach and the tingly feeling of pleasure shooting up my spine. Everything felt sensitive, tense but also loose, like my muscles wouldn’t move but were on the brink of giving out. I felt weak, the passionate fire that had once been my primary motive finally died down, almost seeming like I had paid my dues to a bond that seemed to have no set price. And in this wearied state…damn, I couldn’t have been any more vulnerable for the monster below me.
\t“W-WAHAH?!” I almost screamed when I felt myself get launched off of the feline and then pushed off the bench. I let out a pained grunt when I landed, back against the floor, just a few feet from the bench. Then, I watched, shocked and utterly helpless as Mike...or rather, the animal, landed on all fours, on top of me.
\t“Hey, you know, Soma, maybe you were right about one thing,” Mike said, only using one paw to push against my chest and keep me pinned down, “If I want things to go my way, I have to take control!”
\t“W-W-WAIT, dude! I’m r-really sensitive right now! S-So can’t we j-just, e-eheh, take a q-quick-”
\tHuh, I can’t…breath?
\tI felt Mike’s paw around my neck. It was constricting, and frightening, but before he could take it too far, he quickly let go. I was startled by the feline’s shocking speed and ferocity. The cute, shy Mike I once knew was gone, and now replaced by a lust-driven monster. One that would truly prove to be the ultimate form of irony. Almost as if the ardent flames of my dragon heat had transferred to the tiger, I finally saw the full spectrum of his neediness. His canines, although small with age, were now bared sharp like daggers. His cat eyes, once reflecting that of a sheepish kitten, were now slit, reflecting the fury of a tiger. Everything in Mike’s anatomy, the way he breathed, the way he tensed, the way he stared me down, it all screamed out a spirited sense of…anger and lust? Or rather, sinister lust.
\t“Take a BREAK?!?!” he snarled, his paw pressed even harder against my chest, squeezing the air right out of my lungs, “C’mon, Soma, we’re just about to begin the fun part!”
\t“B-But, can’t w-we just~ A-AAAHHH!! H-HollLLLYY SHIIT MIIKE?!?!”
\tWithout any further warning, Mike used his free paw to squeeze at my prehensile-cock, prod it against the entrance of his tail hole, and forcefully drop all his weight on it.
\t“Mmmppphhh~ F-Fuck yeah! This feels…incredible!!!” he exclaimed, moving his hips up and down as he slapped his furred ass against my pelvis. I could feel his tight passage squeeze as the flesh wrapped around the girth of my cock like a vice. It was all so much, too much, too pleasurable and too stimulating. I felt like I wanted to moan in delight but scream out in scorn, and Mike could clearly see this.
\tSee the strained, pained and exasperated expression on my muzzle. Hear it in my whimpers and murmurs, hear it in my exhausted pants and gasps. Feel it in the way I tried to push, repeatedly, against him. Try to urge him to stop, try to urge him off, but it all came in vain. Because when he saw me this helpless, this fragile, this weak, he couldn’t help but act on this. Act on my helplessness, and if there was one thing I couldn’t hate more…it was being made fun of because of my weakness.
\t“H-Hey, if you want me to stop, you’ll have to try WAY harder than that! Or you can just sit there, all weak and defenceless.” Mike sneered, a shit-eating grin on his muzzle, “Nnnf, y-you gonna let this kitty-BITCH keep you off your game? T-Thought you proved yourself to be all, mmph, s-strong and mighty! B-But now y-you’re just my pathetic little fucktoy.”
\tDid he just fucking say that? (and yes, he did)
\tSuddenly, as if out of thin air, I felt my limbs revitalize in strength and energy. Like the very words that had shunned me down filled my wearied body with one last streak of power. A power that I was going to use to the fullest.
\t“O-HO-HO! NOW YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING GET IT!!” I bellowed, wrestling the tiger with my explosion of strength, and rolling him onto his back, switching places. Though to my surprise, the tiger resisted, and he resisted fiercely!
\t“Think I’m gonna let YOU take my place so easily?! Fuck that!” Mike growled, attempting to force my weight to the side like I did to him, but I anticipated this and had steadied myself by firmly planting my footpaws out to my sides. Now, in this position, I had control again, and I wasn’t about to lose it.
\tBut even though I had the upper hand, the tiger didn’t relent. In fact, he tried even harder, even fiercer, he used his upper-arm strength to keep my paws handcuffed while he tried positioning his footpaws in a place where he could kick me off him, which almost seemed to work. All he’d have to do is move his footpaws onto my chest and push, but even then, he couldn’t have anticipated all the tricks I had up my sleeve~
\t“Y-You know this won’t-”
\tNoisy one, aren’t you now? I thought to myself as I connected our muzzles for a really deep kiss. He was shocked at first. Almost protestant in my dirty play, but he eventually gave into it. The familiar taste of his saliva, the familiar feeling of his tongue wrapping around mine, the way he squirmed and wriggled beneath me, the way his fur brushed against my scales as his paws hung loosely around my neck. I clung to him, not wanting to let him go, pressing our chests close enough that we could feel each other’s heartbeat. I felt him purr with contentment as he slithered a paw down across my back, eventually stopping at my ass cheek.
\tHe squeezed, pulled, and groped at the soft, smooth buns that sandwiched the entrance to my tail hole. All while he pressed his lips hard against mine. I could sense his neediness, his hunger, which soon revealed his true intentions. It became quite obvious that he was craving more than just a french kiss, and I had an idea of what he wanted.
\t“MMmmff~” Mike moaned into my mouth as my prehensile cock shifted into place. Clumsily, it poked around at places it probably shouldn’t have, but the tapered end eventually came in contact with the feline’s used tail hole. I looked into his deep, ocean-blue eyes, and he looked into mine. I observed his lust-filled gaze with prowess and awe, and what I saw was the greenlight we both desperately needed.
\tPulling away from his maw, I arched my back and thrust forward into the feline’s quivering tail hole.
\t“NnnFFF~ OooOOH S-SOMA!! I…I NEED y-you to fucking B-BREED ME!!!”
\tI don’t know what it was about those words, but I don’t think I’d ever get turned on so much in my life~
\t“Now T-THAT’S M-MY little fuck-TOY!!!” I snarled, pressing my paws into the tiger’s fluffy chest fur as I slammed my hips against his pelvis with loud smacks and plaps.
\t“GrrrRR AAAHH~!! Y-YeeeEESSSSS!! H-HARDER!!!!” Mike let out a heartfelt, feral roar, his paws grasped firmly to my hips as his claws pierced at my scales. It was the first time I’ve ever heard him…well, anyone so passionate, let alone hear someone roar like that! Though, with some clarity in my mind, I remembered that we were fucking, like animals, in the middle of the boy’s changing room…and Mike wasn’t being so discreet about his feelings, so I figured we’d try and stay a little more silent.
\t“Tch, y-you really enjoy being fucked like a girl, dontcha?” I said with a tooth-filled smirk, “But we’re gonna have t-to, nnggh, b-be a little quiet.”
\t“Y-Yeah, s-sure dude! J-Just don’t slow doOWNN! GNNfff!”
\t“Oh, I won’t be slowin’ down any time soon~”
\tShuffling a bit, I moved my arms to his side before sliding them behind his back. I could feel him wrap his arms and legs around me as we pressed our chests together. My smooth, white scales slid across his fluffy, cream-coloured stomach fur as I continued my relentless assault on his tail hole. However, being in this position made it a bit harder to thrust into him. I’d have to bend my hips a little more to put it in fully, but it didn’t restrict my speed or intensity. Either way, though, it allowed me to hang my head closer to his, but not for a kiss. Rather, for something a little more feral.
\tI growled playfully, holding myself over his shoulder, before moving in to bite him. He let out a snarl as he did the same, locking each other in place. But even though I was careful not to intentionally cause serious harm to the feline, he wasn’t so cautious. I never thought a tiger’s canines could sink past a dragon’s armoured scales, but this feline proved me wrong, really wrong. I could hear him growl as he sunk his teeth deeper into my flesh, and boy, did it hurt! But not as much as to impede my thrusts, thankfully.
\tI kept moving, not stopping for a second as I began to feel my climax approach, and with it came a pleasurable sense of encouragement. The encouragement that would make me thrust faster, bite harder, growl louder, to let myself embrace the more primitive side of my species. To show this kitty-bitch what it means to fuck like dragons. I released myself from any self-restraint that was holding me back from truly pleasuring myself, locking my jaw firmly onto the feline’s shoulder as I picked up my pace. Slamming my cock into him, I felt my prehensile-member push even further into the feline and press against…a bump? Whatever it was, it caused Mike to cum almost instantaneously.
\t“MmmmMGHHHnnnnfff~” he moaned, biting down even harder on my shoulder as his cock began spurting sticky stings of sperm onto both our chests.
\t‘Seems I hit his love button~ I thought, feeling his feline-member convulse with every squirt of cum that came out of the barbed tip. His muffled whimpers got even louder as I began massaging his prostate with the curled tip of my prehensile cock. With every buck of my hips, his soft, warm and clenching inner walls wrapped the girth of my cubhood like a vice, pulling on me every time I pulled up to the tip. And with every lunge, thrust, push and jolt I felt a tingle of pleasure shoot through my veins. The fluttery feeling of butterflies in my stomach as I inched closer to the edge of no return, though it seemed Mike might’ve been feeling more than just pleasurable tingles.
\tWell, that was an understatement…he was practically in a state of sexual hysteria! Every schlich, schlorp, and schlap emanating from our intimacy was followed by a muffled mix of moans, groans, mumbles and incoherent babbles from the kitties muzzle. But I had to admit, I absolutely loved hearing him moan like this! Well, probably a little too much, as I began grinding my cock against his prostate.
\t“GrrrRRRAAH!!??” Mike exclaimed, releasing his canines from my shoulder, “F-FUCK DUDE!! T-That’s WAY too~ MnnGHhhhhmmff?!?!”
\tWhat did I say about staying quiet, kitty? I thought to myself, pressing our lips together in yet another deep kiss. He whimpered every time I pushed into him, reflexively clenching his tight pucker as I began hammering his love button, causing him to douse his chest fur in yet another bout of tiger cum. And the moment I felt myself on the edge, I was already slamming it home.
\tWe didn’t part our lips, but instead, we pulled closer to each other. I could feel every bristle of orange, black and creamy-white fur on his body, every twitch of his barbed, feline cock on my stomach, every prickle from his sharp claws, every squeeze from his arms and legs around my back. Every sensation, every little bit of pleasure, every little shuffle and squirm, I felt it all. Felt how passionately he pressed his tongue into my mouth, how he rubbed his body against mine, how he moaned in my maw, how he looked into my eyes with that look. A look that practically screamed out in rapture. And it was this same look, this same kiss, this same squeeze that sent me over the edge.
\tI moaned in bliss as I hilted the tiger, connecting my hips with his ass cheeks as I pumped sticky, viscous globs of dragon cum into his bowels, painting his insides white as it began to dribble out of his tight pucker. There were so many feelings, so many sensations, so many simulations that I was, quite literally, paralyzed by the rapture of my orgasm. But even through this entire…whatever this was, Mike still wasn’t satisfied. The tiger rolled me onto my back and switched places (again), he pulled away from my muzzle and off of my excruciatingly sensitive cubhood, though I couldn’t say anything other than pant…well, in reality, I couldn’t move a muscle, let alone formulate any words… Other than attempting weak mumbles and whimpers in protest! Which Mike respectfully ignored. Man… Mike’s libido is…otherworldly!
\t“H-Hey, Soma, that f-felt really good…S-So…can we go again?”
\tThe words bounced in my head for a few moments, and I wanted to shake my head in refusal, but I couldn’t even do that. Actually, I couldn’t even think, the afterglow of my orgasm was so numbing that I felt myself begin…begin to…begin to slip…
\t“O-Oh, you passed out? Huh, ‘guess I pushed you too far…well, I’m not finished, so hope you’re ready…if you can hear me…”
…
We couldn’t avoid the other’s gaze, noticeable blushes on our cheeks. Neither me or Mike could believe what we just did together, but we tried ignoring it.
\t
\tApproaching our homeroom classroom, I reached out my paw to grab the door knob, but suddenly, I felt a jolt of pain in my shoulder. It caused me to wince and reflexively grab at the bite marks under my clothes.
\t“Owwww~ You didn’t have to bite me that hard, dude.” I whined, making sure it was hidden under my loose t-shirt.
\t“Eheheh, s-sorry! I got a…little carried away t-there…”
\t“Hmph! Anyways, hope the teacher doesn’t mind us being-”
\t“Mike, Soma, you both are 10 minutes late.”
\tMrs. Perkins swung open the door, startling us. She gave us her bone-chilling glare, she clearly wasn’t very pleased with us being this late.
\t“S-Sorry, Mrs. Perkins! We, uh, got caught up going out to buy lunch.” I lied, resisting the smile that tried to creep up on my muzzle.
\t“You both know to leave earlier,” she said, gesturing us into class as she sat down at her desk, “And did you complete the worksheet, Soma?”
\tShe still remembered-
\t“Hey, you almost forgot this, Soma,” Mike said with a nervous chuckle, handing me…handing me my worksheet?! I looked it over, trying to hide my disbelief as I checked every question from 1 to 20, each was complete…oh that smartass!
\t“Eheh, t-thanks!” I beamed, placing the worksheet on Mrs. Perkins’ desk, she picked it up with a sigh and quickly read it over. She then paused, glanced up at me, and then at Mike, and then back at me. For a split second, I thought she caught on to what Mike did, but had grown none the wiser to his cleverness, placing the sheet of paper with the rest and gesturing us to our desks.
I really do owe him for that one…
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