[b][u][center]Massage Parlor Smells For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Theodore was in the middle of a massage parlor waiting room, and that, in and of itself, was a rather strange circumstance for a feral dragon to be in. His species weren’t unheard of, of course, but they were relatively rare in this day and age, particularly ones with the sort of intelligence that he had. The green-scaled feral lay in a coiled-up circle in the middle of Edvin’s massage parlor, waiting for his turn with the mink’s magic fingers. He had checked to make sure that he was not taking up too much room - he was always rather conscious of that - but the only other person in the waiting room was a snake-man in the corner, sitting curled up with his tail and groaning from time to time. The dragon kept his eyes closed, focusing more on his own situation rather than anything else. He was here to get his tail muscles uncramped. They’d been pulling and tensing for the last half-day, and it was getting harder and harder to do anything with it. Even now, he could feel the tension tightening up again, and the feral clenched his teeth as it got much worse for a moment before slacking off again. [i]Mmmph…[/i] He groaned in his head rather than letting it out his mouth. Most people didn’t know he could talk. They didn’t expect him to, being a feral and all, so that was fine with him. But this was different. He didn’t want to sound like a whiner, like a complainer. He didn’t want Edvin to think that he was trying to jump to the head of the line when the mink finished lunch. Particularly with there being someone else here first. [i]Gonna be fine. Just wait. You can wait. It’ll be - mmmmmmmmmmph![/i] He had to bite his lip that time as the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dragon slid his head under his tail, biting at his left-back ankle in an attempt to keep from making more of a growl than he had to. By the time that the cramp passed, he’d left mild dents in his scales. Something else to explain. Taking a few deep breaths, the feral pulled his head out from under his tail again, letting it rest on the base of it. He could feel the muscles moving, clenching, releasing, all in an irregular pattern that was impossible for him to get used to. He just wanted to feel better, dammit. Thankfully, he was pretty sure that the mink was close to being done with his lunch. It was 12:30 already, and he was pretty sure that nobody took their lunch later than one. If he could just hold out a little - He felt the vibrations of stomping footsteps through the ground, and they were coming right for the door to the massage parlor. He lifted his head, saw the rhino through the temporary plastic door, and yelped. BANG! Theodore dropped himself flatter than a cheap rug, laying himself out on the ground as small as he could. The door went flying overhead and lodged itself in the far wall as the rhino stepped inside. “There you are, you fuck!” the rhino shouted, pointing at the snake. “Where the hell were you this afternoon, huh?” “Nursing a hangover, man,” the snake groaned. “Could you keep it down?” “Liar! You were at the bank. There’s snake tracks there!” “Mmmph...might have been. I do stupid stuff when I’m drunk. Can you please quiet down?” “Maybe you’ll prefer the quiet of a cell, huh? Get over here!” Theodore carefully scuttled over to the side, toe claws dancing to carry him over quietly and quickly on the tiled floor. The rhino stomped where he’d been lying, cratering the floor in less than a second before grabbing the snake by the shoulder. Finally, the other man reacted. Reacted by biting down on the rhino’s fingers. The resulting scream and hissing shriek filled the entire building, and the feral dragon had to resist the urge to tuck his head under his wing to get away from it. Good thing he managed it. A second later, the chairs started flying, and he was back to jumping and dodging and avoiding projectiles like he was back in hero training. [i]Eeep! Yipes! GAAAAAAAAAH![/i] The green feral was jumping and ducking and leaping almost out of his scales to avoid getting hit, and one of the chairs forced him to leap right up to the ceiling. He clenched with all four paws, his claws sinking into the roof to hold himself there, out of reach. Panting, the feral watched the fight getting worse and worse, the rhino slamming his fists down against the walls and the register desk, and the snake dodging around, throwing things, breaking any bit of furniture that he could get his hands on in an attempt to slow the rhino down. It was going to break the whole shop if they weren’t careful, and then nobody would be feeling better. [i]Mmmph...I hate when they make me do this…[/i] Theodore waited for a handful of seconds, half-hoping that the snake’s venom would do something to the rhino, but there were no signs of the big guy slowing down. Whether it was invulnerability, hyper-recovery, or some other aspect of healing, the rhino wasn’t going to go down to venom. But… Hopefully, he’d go down to scent. His Tactician called his power ‘pheromone manipulation,’ but Theodore always thought that it just smelled like musk. It came from his scales, exuded like sweat or sexual intent or some other sort of pheromone that people naturally created, but he could choose the balance of scent that came free, and he could isolate where it came from on his body. It could be anywhere from nearly odorless to a foul reek, depending on what sort of mix he needed. Normally, he kept it under wraps. After all, nobody wanted to be known as having the power of stink, basically. But this was not that sort of time. He curled his claws a bit tighter into the roof, flattening himself against it, and forced his scales to relax as much as possible. He could feel the slight ‘venting’ that came through the gaps between his scales, the scent of a soft, sexual musk filling the air. The dragon focused on a feeling of general lust, knowing that a simple calming scent would not be enough for these two. He needed them to stop fighting, now, and sex was more likely to do that than a lavender-scented potpourri blast. He watched through one lidded eye as the two men grappled each other. The rhino shoved the snake-man to his knees, but as they breathed in, their spandex-covered crotches slowly started to inflate. The feral heaved a slow sigh of relief as he saw them starting to get harder and harder, the outlines of their dicks starting to show through their clothes all too easily. When the snake-man reached down, giving the rhino’s balls a gentle squeeze, and the rhino didn’t fall over, Theodore was pretty sure that everything was going to be alright. He took a deep breath, let it out - “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!” And suffered an immense spasm at the base of his tail. He lost his grip on the ceiling and fell straight to the floor, slamming down on his back and crushing his wings beneath him. “Owowowowowowowowowow….” “What’s going on out here?” [i]Finally…[/i] Theodore turned his head, looking at the dark-furred mink poking his head around the corner. The dragon groaned, nodding towards the groping, kissing, humping pair of supers in front of him, then mimed with his front claws that they were about to get into a fight. Going rawr-rawr as appropriate, he then made kissy-gestures with his hands, pointed to himself as the one responsible, then gestured to be rolled over if he could. The mink nodded, coming over and turning him around. The feral groaned as he landed on all fours again, then winced as he tried to flex his wings. That wasn’t going to happen. “Bad fall?” the mink asked. The dragon nodded. “Alright. I think I can work with that. Anything besides the bad wing?” Theodore nodded back towards his tail, flexing it just enough to start a mild cramp. Compared to the monster ones that he had been dealing with, it was not that bad, but it still caused the scales over the muscles to clench tight. Edvin winced in sympathy. “Alright, you need some serious attention. Come on.” “Mmmph?” He nodded his head towards the snake-man, gesturing that the other guy was here first. Edvin glanced over, and then shook his head. “One, you are obviously in a much worse state than him. Two...I’m not sticking my hands in that sweaty mess. Not until they’re done.” Considering that the rhino and snake-man were out of their costumes and starting to get hot and heavy with it, he didn’t entirely blame the mink. Then again, he was half-hoping that that would be the answer, anyway. He was sick of dealing with all of this. As they left the snake-man to hump the rhino’s ass, Edvin kept talking. “So, are you new in town?” the mink asked. “Mmmph...mm-hmm.” “What was that? Mind control?” “Mmm-mmm.” “Secret?” “Mmm-hmm.” “Need a job?” “Mmm-[i]hmm.[/i]” “Well, let’s get you relaxed enough to be able to talk, and we’ll discuss something. I could use someone official to keep the peace here.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]