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College Schooling
by Drageo (draconicon@yahoo.com)
***
School was never a good thing for the young raccoon.
Jr. High had been hell, and the high school that his
parents had shipped him off to hadn't been all that
much better, if he were at all honest with himself,
with the bullies and the many different teachers that
seemed determined to get him out to the rapists of the
school. They were always welcoming of someone new to
'play' with. (MM-teens, youths, anal, furry, feet, rom,
fant)
***
He didn't know why he had believed all the stories from
his parents and the other adults, those ones that
always said that high school was the best time of one's
life. If this was the best, Angelo almost wished
someone would just kill him now before the worst came
to him. Even if he couldn't tell what could be worse
than that right now, he sure didn't want to find out.
But maybe now, there would be something that would make
this all a little more bearable. He had gotten a
scholarship to the local community college after he
graduated from that nightmare of a high school, and
maybe there he would be able to find something to enjoy
more. After all, the people out at the college were
paying to make sure that they got an education. Maybe
that kind of sacrifice would show them that it was
smarter to keep a civil face on in front of the people
of authority.
Or maybe not.
The people in college didn't seem so different as the
young raccoon headed towards his first class, having
been shoved into three walls and a water fountain on
the way to the biology of the mythological class, each
time by at least three different furs in the halls.
None of them were familiar, but it seemed that the
names from public school had followed him along to
college, with many of them calling him a faggot and
other less than desirable nicknames.
As he stood in front of the door to the class, the
young raccoon sighed to himself. "If one more person
shoves me around, I'm probably going to get suspended,"
he mumbled as he pushed the door open. Most of the
seats were empty, just a couple of furs in the white
walled room, much like the classrooms back at the Jr.
and Sr. High Schools he had attended. Even the desks
themselves, light yellow with streaks of black through
them, were almost exactly the same, save that they
didn't have drawings of various pieces of genitalia all
over them.
Even the students and the teacher were more familiar
than new to him, the teacher behind a desk with his
muzzle in his paw and the students in their seats with
their noses in some books. Only the real dedicated
students seemed to show up early, let alone on time.
"Come in, Raccoon," the teacher, a stallion, said while
gesturing to a seat near the front row. "Might as well
get in your seat until the class starts. More
comfortable, and I would prefer it if you'd fall asleep
in your seat rather than on your feet. Less noise when
you collapse from boredom that way, you know," he added
with a small chuckle.
As bad as the joke was, Angelo laughed. Here from a
teacher was a bit of levity, and that already set this
class above the others he had taken. Still grinning as
he took his seat, the raccoon's tail twitched in
excitement as he waited for the clock to tick off the
time to the start of class. Mythological biology was
something he'd been interested in from his first book
of fantasy, when he'd fallen in love with the many
impossible creatures that had inhabited them.
Of course, when the Gate had been found a couple of
years ago, several of those so-called mythical
creatures turned out to have existed when they came out
of their dimension into this one. Among them had been
several of Angelo's favorites, including griffons,
satyrs, and even the best of the best. Dragons. Both
the feral ones, like Smaug from The Hobbit, and the
anthro ones like the rest of the population here, came
out of the Gate in the Himalayas to see the rest of the
world.
The one that led them out of the portal never really
revealed himself to the world, even when he was on the
news. Something always blurred out his face and
everything else about him, including his body and his
voice, but he always managed to bring a presence to the
screen. He spoke to all the other furs of the world,
assuring them that his people had no thoughts of
violence or anything else of a conquestorial nature.
Somehow, the world believed him, despite the fact that
he didn't show himself.
Since that time a couple of years ago, several of the
strangers had agreed to allow themselves to be studied,
and this college was one of the lucky ones that was
given the opportunity to have one of those newcomers on
campus. He was shrouded in a rather thick layer of
secrecy, and this was his first year volunteering to be
part of the studies here.
In fact, this mystery male was a major part of the
reason that Angelo had decided to take this course this
year. If he was part of the race of mythical creatures
from that Gate, the raccoon knew that he was going to
have one of the best times in his life. A griffon in
the flesh...maybe even a dragon...and since this was a
biology class... mmm, he could study these guys up
close and personal... all for the purposes of learning,
of course.
His thoughts were interrupted by the equine professor
standing up and greeting the still rather small class.
Only about ten students were in the room, and they were
all rather nerdy looking other than Angelo, but they
were attentive enough to the teacher when he walked to
the front of the classroom. "At least there's no booing
going on," Angelo muttered to himself.
"Class, some of you may have heard a couple rumors
about a guest we'll be having this year on campus,
someone in the VIP dormitories on the north side of the
place. This person is someone that we are most
privileged to welcome to our college, and I expect all
of you to treat him like you would a foreign
dignitary," the stallion said, gesturing to the door
and waving for someone to come in. "Mostly because that
is who he is, actually."
Angelo looked towards the doorway, hearing gasps from
those few furs still out in the hallways as whoever was
out there started moving. Was it what he hoped it
was... could it be...
It was.
Into the room walked a black scaled male dragon,
ducking under the doorframe due to his seven foot
height. Bipedal, he resembled the other anthros rather
than the feral dragons out of the books of fantasy and
the few that the news crews had covered when the first
beings had emerged from the Gate. His white eyes looked
over the gathered class, and then closed for a moment
as he shook his head with a smile. As he stuck more
than his head into the room, and around the obstruction
the wall presented, it was quite clear the gender of
this dragon, due to the total lack of any clothes on
his body.
Best of all to the raccoon, he came right up to the
front of the classroom with an announcement that made
his year.
Looking around the room, the unclothed, seven foot
tall, anthro black dragon said, "For those of you that
don't know, my people have allowed a few of us to
volunteer to your colleges and classrooms to teach our
biologies. While most other colleges in your country
won't even get pictures of me and my kind, you get to
study a living, breathing example. Me. All year."
Many of the students looked from the dragon to the
teacher in surprise, and then back to the dragon
before, surprisingly, laughing. One of the other
students, a stallion himself, said, "Oh, come on, you
expect us to believe you're a dragon, and that we have
to study you? What kind of idiots do you take us for?
Professor, what is the point of this lesson?"
The professor walked over to the still nude dragon, and
put a paw on his shoulder. "Seems that perhaps you
should watch the news a little more over the last
couple years, students. This dragon, as well as many of
his fellows, arrived in our world a couple of years
ago. He's telling the truth as well about studying his
biology. He's consented to allow us to study his blood,
scales, and several other systems."
Angelo stared at the dragon with such intensity that,
even from where he stood behind the dragon's shoulder,
the stallion professor could see that there was one
person that had paid attention to the news. "Master
Raccoon, what can you tell the other students about our
guest, and study subject?"
Angelo nearly jumped in his seat as he was mentioned
and called on, and barely was able to hold back a blush
of sorts as he stood up. "Well, the news has been
talking about them a lot the last couple years.
Something about a Gate, and that they were coming here
to see what things were like outside their own
dimension. I...I think that's right," he said, turning
to the dragon to see if he was.
"Yes, that is pretty much right, Raccoon," the dragon
said, smiling for a moment before turning to the
professor, ignoring the rather stunned looks on the
faces of the rest of the students, as well as the
stares they were directing to his body.
Angelo smiled back at the dragon, blushing softly
himself at the thoughts that were running through his
mind. Sitting down, he berated himself for some of
them, but never took his eyes off of the dragon.
~~~
Draconicon looked at the professor of the class, and
pulled him back a bit, towards the desk in the corner.
After seating himself on the desk and the stallion
beside it, he scooted closer and asked, "Are all of
your students this stupid?"
The stallion stared up at the dragon with a bit of
surprise. "What are you talking abo-"
"Not a one knew what I was. Now, that might be
excusable, if they didn't know the mythological stuff
that named my species, but college students ignoring
not just the news, but the rumor mill too? What's going
on with them? The only one that shows even the
slightest hint of a brain in there is the raccoon, and
he's almost too shy to share what he knows," Draconicon
said, his claw pointing towards the raccoon for a
second when he was mentioned.
"Angelo? Yes, he's quite bright, but what does that
have to do with anything?" the professor asked, almost
shrinking into his chair at the way the dragon was
talking. The deep voice, tall, lean stature, and eyes
as white as snow tended to be rather intimidating to
people.
"It tells me that my own kind may have come here a
little too late the people here from themselves," the
dragon whispered, keeping his conversation quiet enough
that the students couldn't hear them. "If they are so
unwilling to take an interest in what goes on around
them, at all, doesn't that tell you anything?"
The stallion stared up at the dragon like he was crazy,
and shook his head. "It's just the way that the world
is, Draconicon. People and furs have been like that for
years, and nobody really cares anymore. It's not like
you could change it anyway," the professor said,
reaching to the arms of his chair to push himself back
up. "Now, we should get the class started, shouldn't
we?"
"Oh, we'll be starting the class, in a minute," the
dragon said, putting one of his black scaled paws over
the teacher's shoulder. From a distance, it looked like
Draconicon was just reaching out and patting the
teacher's shoulder like a friend, but in reality,
things were quite a bit different. "Just with a...
different teacher."
"What the heck are yo..."
"I'm fixing things. Now, professor, look into my
eyes..." the dragon interrupted the stallion, holding
the gaze of the well dressed professor with his own
white, unblinking stare. Slowly but surely, the
stallion couldn't help but be fascinated by the white
depths of the dragon's eyes. There were little swirls
in the white depths, swirls that drew the stallion's
mind as easily as the currents of the ocean drew fish.
The dragon stared down at the stallion from his
position, seated on the desk and above the normal
eyeline, and smiled. "Learn this, professor. You will
remain seated here for each of your classes that do not
involve me. You will leave the classes that do involve
me for me to teach, and you will not tell anyone that
we are talking about this. Do you understand your
lessons, stallion?"
The professor stared blankly up at the nude dragon on
his desk, and nodded. It was a slow movement, but it
was a nod. "I understand."
The dragon leaned over, whispering in the professor's
ear, " 'I understand', what?"
"I understand... master."
~~~
Angelo watched with some curiousity at the way that his
teacher and the dragon were talking. Though he couldn't
hear what they were saying, he could see the agitation
in their body languages, and how strained his professor
looked. However, as the dragon got up and walked back
to the middle of the classroom, he smiled and looked
back at the rather...well, hot reptile that was their
study subject.
"Your professor has given me this class period to
accomplish your first bit of education. So, I think I
might as well start with this. Each of you will, one at
a time, come up here to examine a certain part of me.
If you can't pick a part, then I will choose for you.
The same result will occur if you refuse to choose, so,
please think about it. I will step out of the room
while you think about it," the dragon said. After he
finished, he gave a small nod to the class, and walked
towards the hallway.
Several of the students stared after him, Angelo
included, and they couldn't help but look as he walked
with his tail raised, his pink hole amid the black
scales visible like a target on a shooting range. By
the looks on some of the males in the room, Angelo knew
that this dragon was going to be careful at some point,
or he'd get pounced rather quickly.
Turning his head from the dragon to the standing
stallion that had challenged him before, Angelo
couldn't help but sigh as his fellow student began
complaining.
"Professor, I know you said to treat him politely, but
isn't this pushing it a bit? Why do we have to study
him when we have all those textbooks at the back of the
room?" he asked, his face a picture of disgust. "No
matter what he says, I'm not going to be studying an
arrogant scaly freak for my grades."
The professor remained in his seat, looking down his
narrower nose at the student that protested the
assignment, and said, "Stan, you think whatever you
want, but this is Biology of the Mythological 101, and
he's a mythological creature that came here, at much
trouble, to be studied. If you wish to fail the course,
don't do anything, but he'll be coming back in here in
a couple minutes, so pick something about him to study.
If you don't, he might just assign you to study his
digestive system, from the beginning to the end, start
to finish. Do you really want that?"
With as much annoyance that crossed Stan's face, one
would have thought that he was ready to just drop this
course, but he sat back down for some reason or
another. "My father will have something to say about
this, mark my words," he muttered under his breath,
just loud enough for Angelo to hear, though the opening
of the classroom door blocked out most of what he said
after that.
Angelo's eyes were drawn back the dragon as he re-
entered the room, the glimpse outside the door showing
a rather large number of people staring at the strange
visitor to their college. Some even clustered to the
windows on the door to see what was going on, but even
they were shooed back to their classes in short order.
Not that Angelo noticed more than a bit of that, now
that the dragon had taken centerstage in the classroom
again. As the tall, black scaled, musclular reptile
stood before them, he seemed to take careful
consideration of who he wanted to select a part first.
Angelo was praying that he would be able to get his
first choice of what part to study, even if it meant
being tormented night and day by the others in class.
"You there, stallion! Come on up here, and tell the
class what part of me you wish to study for the
quarter," the dragon said, pointing to Stan off to the
side, the short brown hair covering him bristling a bit
as he walked up there. "What part of me do you want to
study for the quarter?"
The stallion groaned softly, staring at the dragon in a
way that Angelo guessed was a furious glare, judging
from his hunched shoulders and angry whickers.
But...there was something odd going on too.
The stallion looked up at the dragon's face as he
answered, and as the dragon whispered something, Stan
started to relax a bit. His shoulders stopped hunching,
and then he dropped to his knees, the dragon catching
him and then guiding him back to his seat. "Poor boy,
he had a little stroke. Nothing to worry about, he's
coming out of it," the dragon said to the rest of the
class, sitting the twitching Stan back at his desk.
"Okay, now...how about you... Angelo, was it?" the
dragon said, waving for the raccoon to come over to the
corner. Doing his best to hide his eagerness and not
hurry, Angelo walked over to the dragon.
"Now, tell me, what do you want to study for the
quarter?"
~~~
The dragon smiled at the happiness that this mammal,
the eagerness that he was trying to hide as he walked
up to the dragon. Remembering the excited look on the
raccoon's face when he had walked into the room the
first time, he chuckled to himself. This one would be
even easier to control than the professor. Fascination
was always something that he could take advantage of.
Even as he asked his question of what the other would
like to study on him this quarter, his mind was
shooting deep into the depths of the other, plumbing
through his most secret thoughts. There was so much
that he could find in there, and yet still be able to
hear what the other was saying.
The answer to his question, however, shocked even him.
"I'd like to study your reproductive system."
One sentence, containing something that would give him
so much fun throughout the quarter. And best of all, he
hadn't even had to use a bit of hypnosis to bring this,
admittedly, cute little fuzzbutt over to the idea of
studying his nether regions.
Reaching out and patting the raccoon on the shoulder,
he said, "Then you'll study that. Go over to the
professor over there, and he'll tell you when to meet
me for that. I think that we'll need to start your
studies tonight, since there is a lot you'll need to
learn about that particular system."
Draconicon chuckled a bit at the blush that was
crossing the raccoon's... Angelo's face as the student
walked away, knowing that he was going to be having a
great deal of fun tonight. The young ones were always
so easy to get under his little spell, and always so
pleasing to play with.
~~~
As Angelo walked over to the teacher, he couldn't help
the blush that still stayed over his face. He couldn't
believe that he had the courage to ask for that system
in front of the entire class, but he just couldn't let
anyone else start probing at that genital slit...and
the little nubs of the dragon's testicles...and that
surely long, hard-
"Angelo Raccoon, you'll be scheduled to visit the
dragon's dormitory around five o'clock tonight. He'll
be waiting for you then, and the school will provide a
couple of meals for you there so you don't have to
worry about missing dinner," the stallion said, handing
the raccoon a keycard for the dormitory in question.
Looking from the card to the professor with more than a
little curiousity, Angelo listened to a bit further
explanation. "When he first got here, he was swarmed by
other students, ones that saw him more as a monster
than as a person. Since then, we've delivered his meals
and provided security. His door's locked shut, and only
a few people get keycards in. Since you'll be studying
that... particular... area of his anatomy, I thought
perhaps you'd want a little more privacy."
Angelo nodded, rubbing his paw through his purple hair
as he did. "Um... yeah, you're probably right there,
sir. Thank you, thank you very much," he said in a
quiet, but quite eager voice.
Of course, as he returned to his seat, the other
students were all laughing at him. One in particular, a
wolverine by the name of Gregory, was leaning in and
whispering, "So, reptile lover, why you want to get to
see his cock? You some dick sucking faggot or
something? You want his prick up your ass?"
Despite himself, Angelo blushed further, some hidden
desires in the back of his mind actually wanting that,
and it made him blush even further. The wolverine
grinned at the blushing, and continued talking.
"You're serious... you want that lump of dragon meat
shoved that far up your ass that it's like you've been
spitted? You want your butt grinding against that slit
of his, like the faggot you are?"
Unfortunately for Gregory, the dragon had as keen ears
as a dog might have, and before the wolverine could say
a single word more, a fireball spurted towards the
desks, landing between the desks and scorching the
wolverine's shoes for a moment. It extinguished itself
after a moment, but the point had definitely been made,
as Gregory turned his head to the dragon, looking at
him with a shocked expression. "What the hell was that
for?"
The dragon looked at the wolverine with a hungry, yet
angry expression, walking over between the desks until
he stood in front of the wolverine. "He picked his
system to study. You are lucky you merely got a bit of
heat rather than studying my urinary system, or worse,"
the dragon whispered, just loud enough for the raccoon
and the wolverine to hear.
As Draconicon walked away from the desks, Angelo
couldn't help but watch with amazed eyes, both of them
fixed on the dragon's backside. If the dragon broke up
the fight there, because he was being insulted...might
the dragon feel something for him? No, that was
something too impossible to contemplate. They'd only
just met, and it was strictly an academic relationship,
between a subject and a student...
But he could dream about it.
The rest of the students walked up to the dragon, and
either requested or were assigned the part of the
dragon's body to study. Those that were assigned a
section of the dragon always seemed to regret it, as it
was usually something rather strange, like his
digestive system by products, his body's method of
cooling itself, i.e., sweating, and other such things.
Angelo barely noticed any of it, as deep in his
daydream of being rather... intimate with this dragon.
~~~
By the time each of the students received their
assigned studies for the quarter, the class was over.
Many of the students ran right out of the classroom,
each of them quite eager to get to their next class and
away from the strangeness that this course was taking
on. The few that didn't run right out the door only
lingered to check out a couple of books on the anatomy
of other mythical creatures before heading right out.
Draconicon watched all of it with a barely suppressed
chuckle. Nobody here seemed to accept his offers of
education with any kind of grace, or with any kind of
gratitude. All of them were little better than the
small, creeping parasites that inhabited his own plane,
attaching themselves to whatever would sustain them for
a while and then leaving it when it no longer
interested or fed them. These students seemed to be the
sentient equivalents of them.
Well, not all of them, he supposed, remembering that
raccoon. Angelo, that was his name. He had been one of
the few intelligent beings that he had met so far in
this dimension, and the very first one that he'd met
that hadn't freaked out or hated the very sight of him
from the first second.
In fact, Draconicon was almost looking forward to their
first study sessions for more reasons than the lust
that was coming from his loins each time that he looked
over these soft, pudgy people. So many of them didn't
take the time to get into any kind of shape, and the
softness of their bodies visually contrasted heavily
with the hard muscle of his own people. The raccoon's
own body, small, chubby curves around the hips and
belly, with the purple hair crowning his head, was the
best of these that he'd seen before, no question about
it.
So, when the five o'clock hour came around that night,
and the door to his humble dormitory popped open to the
raccoon's keycard, Draconicon met the student with a
smile and a grin. Sitting upon an armchair with red
cushions, he gestured for the raccoon to come on in,
pointing to another chair where a meal was already set
up.
"Right on time. I appreciate that, since there's so
much going on around here lately. So many things in
this world, all of it happening at a breakneck speed,"
Draconicon muttered, passing a can of coca-cola over to
the student. "I'm surprised that this planet's so
populated when people are hurrying all over the place."
As Angelo sat down in another, smaller armchair and
took his meal tray of fish and chips, he cocked his
head to the side in curiousity. "Oh, really? I thought
that our worlds were pretty similar."
"They are, in mineral content, air mixtures, and other
things like that, but when it comes to the way of life
that we typically live, I don't think that we could be
more different," he said with a shrug, his scaly
shoulders making a bit of a rasping sound as they
scraped against back cushion of the chair. "We spend
more of our time relaxed, letting our pets do the work
rather than doing it ourselves, though we do our share
in making sure that our people stay protected."
"Pets? What...what do you mean by pets?" Angelo asked,
the fish on the tray already half devoured, the other
half only still out of his stomach due to his surprise
at the dragon's words. "Um, do you mean horses, or
dogs, or something like we keep for pets?"
"No, you got it all wrong, Mr. Raccoon," Draconicon
said, shaking his head a bit, though his eyes caught
signs of a forming bulge in the student's pants. "Well,
perhaps part of you has it right, anyway," he added
with a small gesture to the raccoon's groin. Spreading
his own legs a bit to show off his slit better, as well
as his tight, pink tailhole, he continued his
explanation.
"Our pets are those that aren't dragons or griffons. In
other words, any non mystical beast, including elves
and dwarves, are those that we consider pets. We keep
them in our mountains or eyries, depending on our
species, and they perform the chores that we don't
really want to do. That can be cleaning, tidying,
organizing, hunting, whatever we tell them to do. In
exchange, we protect them from other beings that would
hurt them, or use them in an improper manner," the
dragon explained.
"They do...anything, anything that you tell them to do?
You mean, they would even get down and... well..."
Angelo broke off, pointing towards the dragon's slit
and the small tip of the emerging shaft.
"Yes, they would even do that, Angelo, and they did
that pretty often, too. I don't deny, dragons in
particular are rather horny beings," Draconicon said
with a chuckle, shaking his head and closing his eyes
for a moment in a couple of memories. Potent memories,
since they pushed his member free from its slit.
As the whole foot of dragon cock slid free from its
hiding place, the dragon sighed a bit to himself.
"Well, since my genitals have decided to put themselves
on display for you, perhaps we should get on with the
study session, hmm?"
Draconicon chuckled a bit to himself at the continued
blushes that were crossing the raccoon's masked face,
and had to hold in louder laughter as the bandit
kneeled down on the floor. Anybody that walked in might
be tempted to think that this student was giving the
dragon a blowjob, it was so similar. But in reality, as
the dragon saw and felt, the raccoon was only taking
little measurements with his hands.
At least, that was all that it was so far. If things
went the way that Draconicon wanted, things would get a
lot more... pleasing in a few minutes.
~~~
Kneeling in front of the dragon, between those two
chiseled, muscular legs and fondling that emerging
shaft was akin to heaven for Angelo. He had dreamed of
doing this so many times, to touch the hard, slick
arousal of a dragon, to be on his knees before the
scaly male and worship them like they deserved. He had
laid in his bed for hours, his own paw on his sheath
and cock, jerking to those thoughts, and more, and now,
here he was in front of the dragon's cock, the foot
long shaft staring him right in the face.
As his paws slowly stroked over the shaft, he
remembered that this was supposed to be a study
session, not a grope fest. Blushing further, he reached
to his backpack behind him, pulling out a roll of
measuring tape. Unrolling the white measuring tool,
Angelo looked up at the dragon and gestured to the
massive tool in front of him. "I need to measure
it...may I?"
Receiving a nod in return, the raccoon smiled, thankful
that his fur was hiding most of his blush. He knew that
he was glowing like the sun from what he was doing and
what he was thinking, and if the dragon knew all the
perverted thoughts that were going through his head-
"Ouch! Wha?" Angelo muttered, jumping a bit from the
sting of something smacking his butt. Looking over his
shoulders to see the black scales of the dragon's tail
sliding back to the ground, he turned with some
confusion back to the dragon. "What was that for?"
The dragon stared back at him with a grin that Angelo
knew had to be pure predator, and for the first time,
he knew what the prey of a dragon felt like. That look
held absolutely no pity, no hope of escape. It simply
promised the one under its gaze a quick death and
fulfillment for the hunter.
He thought those white, pupil-less eyes would hold him
forever.
The silence between them was broken by the dragon's
voice, deep, calm, authoritative. It seemed to reach
right into the very center of his mind, speaking not
just aloud, but almost seeming to use his mind's voice,
speaking to him like he thought to himself.
"Now, I'm quite uncovered right now, don't you think
that you should keep things equal? You don't want me to
feel upset, now, do you?" the voice said in Angelo's
mind.
Even as the echoing, deep voice faded in his mind,
Angelo was reaching for the buttons of his shirt,
pulling on the zippers of his pants. The heat of the
room was rather high, actually, and it wasn't fair that
he was wearing clothes while the dragon didn't have
any. It was like he was saying that he was a person,
while the dragon was an animal.
"Yes, that's right. You want to make sure that I'm
comfortable, don't you? A guest to a dragon wants to
make sure that the dragon's very, very comfortable."
Stopping his stripping actions just as he was about to
reach for his underwear, Angelo nodded, reaching out to
the dragon's cushions, plumping them up a bit. The
scaly male even helped him out a bit by leaning forward
and then raising his hips, allowing the raccoon easier
access to the cushions on the chair. Of course, the
movements of his hips raised the tip of his cock to a
level less than an inch from Angelo's nose, filling the
keen nostrils of the raccoon with the scent of dragon
musk.
The scent was strong and spicy to Angelo, close enough
now that it filled his mind at least as much as that
voice. Staring cross-eyed down at the one eyed shaft
that stared back blinking with pre, the raccoon was
hard-pressed to keep his instincts to start licking it
in check. He wanted to be close to dragons, to worship
them for so long, that he almost couldn't bear to let
this opportunity go by.
"You don't want your subject to be keeping his bare
feet on this dirty floor, do you, little raccoon? You
can't just let such perfection be sullied by the
ground, can you?" the voice said, speaking its
suggestions again. Just as before, Angelo reacted
instantly, his hands reaching down to the dragon's feet
and lifting them up, laying the scaly, sweat shined
feet right on his lap, as there was no cushion near him
that could be used.
Even from there, Angelo could smell the bits of sweat
and musk that the dragon's feet exuded. It was so
strong, almost like those feet had been kept inside a
pair of socks for days, never able to breath the air
that kept other foot-paws from being this soaked.
Yet... though most people that he knew would be
disgusted by the smell... Angelo couldn't help but be
excited. It was still part of the dragon that he was
worshipping, and that made it right.
It excited him in other ways, too. Even as he sniffed
lightly to understand the smell better, he could feel
his sheath swell beneath his underwear. Shaking his
head a bit and reaching down to move the dragon's feet,
mortally afraid of offending him with his arousal, he
stopped only as the voice in his mind spoke again.
"Don't move those feet, Angelo. You love them, and I
love them too. Can't you tell how much I love the
feeling of your growing penis there?" the voice asked,
finally revealing who it was. Angelo's eyes widened,
staring up at the dragon's smiling face and then down
to that scaly cock again. Wonder of wonders, it had
somehow managed to grow even bigger, and as his sheath
swelled even bigger with his arousal, pushing against
those scaly, sweaty foot-paws, a shot of pre hit him
right in the face.
Remembering that he actually did have to measure the
dragon's penis for his study, Angelo reached behind his
back, grabbing for his tape measure again and bringing
it back to the matter at hand. His paws shivered a bit
as he took the measuring tape and laid it against the
length, counting off the inches as the toes of the
dragon drummed on his sheath. He could feel the wetness
of his own pre spilling out in his underpants, and that
didn't help his thoughts at all.
Finally reaching the end of the dragon's member, he
read the number to himself with disbelief. It was
fourteen inches long, and as he measured the diameter
as best he could, it only stunned him further to read
off four and a half inches in that respect. If this was
the average length for dragons, their females must be
very, very loose compared to the furs of this world,
unless they also had a very good tolerance for pain.
And then, as he was enchanted by the cock in front of
him, and the sheer size of the thing, the dragon made
his move on the ring tailed bandit.
~~~
Knowing that Angelo would be completely enchanted by
his member gave Draconicon all the time that he needed
to put the finishing touches on the raccoon for the
night. A couple of tweaks to his mind here, a couple of
things deleted there to keep him from objecting too
much to certain things was all that was needed.
It was surprising to him just how little that he had to
change. When he'd first arrived in this world, when he
had found the first person outside the Gate, things had
been a lot different. That one had been so afraid of
him, so totally convinced that he was evil, that his
mind had required an almost complete rewiring before he
would come near the dragon, let alone talk to him for
any length of time with any degree of civility.
This raccoon, however, was as attracted to mythological
creatures, and dragons in particular, as much as one
could be without meeting them or being one, and that
boded well for him in the world that the dragons and
others planned to create here, when they fixed all the
things that were wrong with this place.
As soon as the last of the modifications to the
raccoon's mind were done, Draconicon stood up from his
chair, his tail pushing Angelo to the ground, flat on
his back. Looking down with that same predatory leer,
his gaze still holding the raccoon's eyes well, he
said, "No matter what else you have found in this life
to love, no matter what else you've thought you would
like to do with your life, there is nothing. Nothing
more for you to do, save for one thing."
He looked into the blank eyes of the raccoon, those
staring, blank eyes that were begging for direction,
pleading for some command that would give him purpose.
And Draconicon, knowing just what he wanted, gave one.
"You are now, and forever more, my pet."
The raccoon nodded eagerly, laying on his back still
since he wasn't told to move at all yet. His smile grew
back as he looked over the one that was proclaimed his
master, almost giddy looking in his eagerness. "What
can I do fo..."
"Ah, ah, ah. Pets are to be seen, and felt, not heard,"
Draconicon said, interrupting the raccoon with the side
of his tail pressed to those luscious lips. Even as
they were held shut, he could feel the raccoon kissing
against his tail, and it made him smile a bit. "Now,
get to your feet, and show me that tight, plump looking
butt of yours," he said, removing his foot-paw from the
mammal's groin.
He watched the raccoon eagerly rise to his feet, his
last bit of clothing falling to the floor quickly,
leaving that plump, yet firm butt in plain view. It was
almost enough to make Draconicon forget himself and
just pounce the other to the ground and take him here
and now, but he forced himself to wait. This would be
so much more pleasurable if he did.
With but a gesture, he made the raccoon get on his
knees before him again, seating himself in his chair
and laying his sweaty feet on Angelo's chest. "Now,
raccoon, show me how well you can clean off that sweat,
that musk and heat from walking around barefoot all
day. Show me how much you love the taste of that sweat,
knowing it came right from my feet," he said with a
grin.
His smile only grew as he watched his feet get lifted
by the raccoon's paws, and as he felt the nose of his
new pet get shoved against his scales. The muscles
beneath the scales on his feet parted somewhat to allow
the raccoon to press a little harder, a little deeper
to get at the hardest to find smells.
The light breaths of air over his feet as the raccoon
brought the smells to his nose only excited him
further, knowing the hot stink of his salty sweat would
be filling the student's nose, and thanks to the little
changes he'd made to the raccoon's mind, such things
would only make him more aroused. He could see, smell,
and feel the raccoon's arousal. After all, Angelo
wasn't being the most subtle about it, almost humping
the air, and soon the dragon's tail as the raccoon's
cock was enveloped by it.
Even as his feet were licked, Draconicon was pumping
his cock hard, moaning softly to the sensations of the
tongue and nose of the student on his feet. They were
so, so hot to him, bringing him to heights of pleasure
even the most seductive of dragonesses back home hadn't
been able to conceive of. Each lick pulled off another
layer of sweat and some small particles of dust, the
licking tongue cleaning his feet better than a full bar
of soap and boiling water would manage in years of
work.
Chuckling softly at the slightly ticklish feel of
Angelo's whiskers against his feet, Draconicon started
gently spanking the raccoon. Each time there was more
than a second between licks, the dragon's muscled tail
landed, hard, on one of his butt cheeks. Each slap got
progressively harder, until even with his tail almost a
foot away, Draconicon could feel the heat that was
glowing from those furry cheeks.
Now, he knew the time had come for the main event.
"Stand up, my pet. Stand up, and show me how red that
backside of yours has become," he commanded, leaning
back in his easy chair.
Even as the raccoon got to his feet, he was reaching
out with a paw, the claws glowing with a power that he
had kept hidden up until this point. A couple touches
with the blue light his claws emitted was enough to
heal away the redness and swelling and heat, making it
look as though nothing at all had happened. However,
the next action the dragon planned to take wouldn't be
so easily brushed away.
~~~
Even in the fog that currently held his mind tightly
under the control of the dragon, Angelo felt the long
shaft of hot meat pressed between his butt cheeks. The
just healed mounds of bouncy flesh parted just enough
to enfold his master's cock between them, as a woman
might hold her breasts around another male's shaft. But
no female would have this cock. This cock was his
master's, and only he would be the one blessed with its
touch. He'd be good enough to be sure of that.
The raccoon felt the shaft slowly slide down the crack,
withdrawing itself, leaving less and less of its hot,
pulsing length against his body until only the tip was
left, an arrow pointing from the dragon's genital slit
to his tailhole. And even as he recognized that he was
about to be impaled on a shaft larger than a ruler, it
happened.
A sudden thrust forward with the pre covered head, and
his virginity was a thing of the past. Angelo's head
tilted back, instantly chirring from the pleasure of
being filled by the thirteen inches of his master's
shaft. Moaning amidst his chirrs, he started slamming
his backside back against his master, wanting more and
more of that monster shoved up his backside. He wanted
to be filled, filled forever.
His own motions were halted by the dragon's paws on his
hips, the claws digging in ever so slightly to remind
him who was master. Blushing, Angelo lowered his head
to the floor, raising his butt higher up and more on
par with his master's groin, waiting to receive his
master's thrusts.
Angelo didn't have to wait more than three seconds
before he felt his master's cock moving inside him,
pulling out slowly. The ridges on the lower six inches
slowly spread his hole out yet further, slowly pushing
his hole wider before letting it snap shut again, only
to be spread again around the next ridge, over and over
again, until finally reaching the halfway point of his
master's cock.
Before he could start to miss the ridges filling him,
spreading him, they were slammed right back in, the
dragon above him slamming his cock home hard and fast.
Each ridge spread him so fast it was like an accordion
was pulling in and out of his tailhole, slow pull, fast
push, slow pull, fast push.
His chirrs only got louder with each rub of his
master's phallus over his prostate, the slightly
pointed tip better than any toy that he'd ever tried.
Each thrust seemed to be targeted directly to his
little pleasure button, each movement dragging his
pleasure level from what he'd thought was the best to
something better still, pulling him along to higher and
higher levels of ecstasy.
He couldn't help it any longer, he had to pay his
master back for all that he was doing. Pushing his hips
back against the grip of his master's claws, he met
each thrust with a backslide of his own, gliding his
insides over the dragon's magnificent, glorious prick.
It filled him so well, and the shooting pre warmed him,
slickened him, making him go faster and faster on this
ride of rides.
All of this, all the pleasure, all the feelings of
being filled, being cared for, was too much for Angelo.
He'd been a virgin before this, and he couldn't take it
any longer. Chirring his loudest yet, he thrust back
one more time onto that shaft... and didn't cum.
Groaning to himself as he felt a scaly paw holding the
base of his cock tight, he only rode his master's cock
harder, hoping that if he did a good enough job, he'd
be allowed his pleasure. He needed it so bad, he was so
close it almost hurt. His eight inches of cock was
pulsing, bright purple from all the blood flow inside,
almost swelling with the need to cum.
Minutes passed, and as he thought that he would never
be allowed to cum, would always have to deal with being
on the very edge, and held there, he felt his master
speed up. That long, wide cock started thrusting in at
a jackhammer pace, filling and emptying him more than
five times a second. A warm wetness fell on his
shoulder, and matted with his fur, the dragon above him
drooling in pleasure.
He seemed to snap himself out of that, though, as
Angelo heard the voice of his master, commanding him to
do one, simple action, a command that needed only one
word to express itself, muttered just as the dragon
threw back his head in a roar of pleasure.
"Cum."
Angelo felt his cock being released from the scaly paw
just as his rear was filled with cum at speeds
comparable to that from a fire hose, it shot out so
fast and hard. It was hot, hot and thick as it
assaulted his prostate, shoving Angelo across the line
and into his own mind blowing climax.
Even as the cum flew from his cock and his balls
tightened up, pulling themselves close to his crotch,
even as he fell into the oblivion of sleep as he landed
in his own pile of liquid joy, he could feel the
dragon, his master, holding him close. He knew, deep in
his heart, that he would never be alone again, that he
would never again be unloved. He knew that he would
always be taken care of by his master.
~~~
In the month that followed, the mythological creatures
that had come to earth showed their true sides,
revealing the why of their arrival at long last. At the
hidden signal from their leader on some college campus,
they took control of the national leaders of each
superpower, and soon had the entire world under their
thumb. With that much power, changes soon began
crossing the globe at an astonishing rate.
With no regard for currency in the least, the
mythologicals began a thorough cleaning of the
environment, wiping polution from the world's air and
water supplies almost overnight. With that done, they
turned their sights to things far more important to
them, like changing the face of the world to allow more
of their kind suitable habitations in the mountains and
high places of the world.
Through all of this, their leader only spoke to them
now and again. He had taken up an enormous
responsibility after all, and one that he intended to
take care of quite well.
After all, a raccoon's love and libido are constantly
hungry, and must be constantly fed, as he found out the
morning after his first romp.
END
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