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I woke up a little wet that day. You see, I was having a particularly good dream about Trent, the reptile who lives next door at my apartment. He's a nice guy. I've known him since I moved in two years ago, and I've been attracted to him for just as long. We're friends, but we never really hung out all that often--and when we did, I never let him know how I felt about him. It's not that I was scared, it's just that I'd seen his girlfriends come and go. They were always reptilian girls, a lot closer to his size than I was. I didn't think he would be interested in little furry fox like me. Besides, I hadn't seen a girl at his place in a good while, so I didn't think he felt like being in a relationship just then.
But anyhow, I'm glad I'd slept nude that night or else I would have soiled my last clean bit of clothing. After showering, I threw on my only pajamas left and went down to do some laundry. I figured that since it was 6:30 AM, I wouldn't run into anyone else while I was there. After hauling my wardrobe down the stairs, I pushed open the door to the laundry room with my hamper. As I looked up from my hill of dirty clothes my eyes landed on a familiar tail hanging out of a pair of boxer shorts at the other end of the room. As my eyes traveled up Trent's shirtless back, I wondered what to do. I think I should mention that I was not wearing a bra with the T-shirt I usually wear to bed, and they never really keep those laundry rooms at a proper temperature.
I had only ever seen him shirtless once before, and I never forgot it. I had just gotten home one day and he was saying goodbye to one of his girlfriends outside his door. It was only a glimpse (I didn't want to intrude) but I had a fascination with the pattern that decorated his body. It was a blue and green pattern that accentuated the curves of his muscles and disappeared into the jeans he was wearing at the time. Ever since then I'd wanted to see the rest of it.
As I hesitated, the laundry room door shut behind me and made a noise, causing Trent to look back at me just standing there. "Hey Vera," he said, smiling. "Hi," I greeted back as I started walking again. I had to just go with it. After all, he was down to his boxers, in the same predicament as me. I picked my washing machine, not too close and not too far from his, and started my first load. For a while we just stood and stared at our own machines running. Then I noticed that, due to the angle, I could see him in the reflection without him noticing. He was looking at me! He was staring at my tail! After a brief moment I saw him curl his lips and divert his gaze to the floor. How noble. I thought I'd return the favor by secretly looking at his arms through the reflection. I studied the way his pattern evolved down his shoulder and over his biceps.
Suddenly the droning of the washing machines was interrupted by a rather loud rumbling coming from my stomach. "Uhh, did you... have any breakfast?" he asked. I hadn't. "Nope," I said as I turned my head with a little shake to look at him.
"Want some waffles?"
"Uhhhmmmm," I stalled, thinking it over. It did sound good, and things might be less awkward in a more casual setting. He was about to say something else but I spoke first. "Sure, that would nice" I answered. "Alright," he said, nodding, before picking up his hamper. I did the same and followed him out the door. "It can get a little boring in there," he said. I agreed. As we ascended the staircase, I wondered if I had really made the right decision. I wondered why he found my tail so interesting. I decided to just relax and go with it. That day felt like one of those kinds of days.
He opened the door to let me in first. "You can just set that anywhere," he said as he closed the door behind him. I put my hamper down next to the wall. He tossed his on the couch and headed to the fridge. His apartment was a little cluttered, but not dirty. He had a simple furniture layout that hadn't changed much from the last time I was there. I stood in the middle of the room not wanting to mess with his stuff, while he started the toaster and microwave. "Oh, uhh," he said after turning around, "let me get that for you." He grabbed a bunch of papers from his little table and set them on the counter. "Have a seat," he invited. It was actually pretty fun, being served breakfast as a guest at almost seven in the morning by the man I had just been literally dreaming about an hour ago. My mind wandered back to that dream, and though I had forgotten most of it I still remembered the way it made me feel. I looked behind me to spot him leaning in to check on the syrup in the microwave; his thick tail shifted to help his balance, and I noticed how dexterous it was. The band of his shorts that sat between his tail and lower back was thin enough to let you guess what colors painted the firm scales underneath. I started to feel tingles and couldn't suppress a small gulp. My nipples started to press against my thin shirt, not at all due to the temperature.
The toaster sounded its bell and soon plates of waffles were being brought to the table. He sat my plate down in front of me, my erect breasts hovering just above. I looked up at him as his eyes darted from that general area and looked for something, anything else to anchor to. He sat down at the opposite end of the table, his gaze lingering on his plate. He cleared his throat and looked up firmly at my eyes before asking, "syrup?"
"Sure."
After pouring the syrup, a thin stream of the viscous fluid trailed from the cap. I handed the bottle back to him, his blue pec flexing as he lifted his arm. I started eating at a fairly quick pace. I really was pretty hungry.
We had the usual small talk, but nothing really sparked a conversation, since we were too busy scarfing down our breakfasts. Just as things were starting to cool down, Trent leaned back in his chair as he ate his last bite of waffle, and the piece that he had just swirled around in syrup dripped on his chest.
"Uhh, you got some..."
"Oh," he replied, looking down. He brought a napkin to his mouth and licked it with his slick tongue, then started to rub the syrup off his chest. The bare torso I had been avoiding eye-contact with was now the center of attention. I can only imagine the look I had on my face as he noticed my transfixed gaze, doing a bit of a double take. "What?" he asked.
I looked away, my fur masking the redness of my face. "It's nothing."
"No really, what?"
"It's just... I like your pattern," I admitted.
"What, this?" he said, pointing matter-of-factly to his chest. I nodded, my eyes now wandering around his body. "Really?" he asked, "no one's ever told me that before."
"Yeah, it's," I searched for an adjective that didn't sound girly, "appealing."
"Oh... thanks, I guess." I thought that I wouldn't know how to respond to such a complement either, but he continued: "to be honest, I like your fur."
"Hm?" was the sound I made in reply. "It's... soft," he concluded.
I looked down at my tail. I wanted to tell him I'd seen him staring at it, but I didn't want to embarrass him. I flicked my tail towards his side under the little table, and raised my eyebrows at him in invitation. First he looked surprised, then he moved his hand tentatively towards the bushy end of my tail. He ran his fingers through the long fur and grinned. It was pretty cute. Then I realized that the table I had previously wanted to hide behind was now acting as a barrier. Before he could say, "here, let me get that," I stood up with my plate and headed towards the sink. He came after me and held out his hands for my dishes, and I handed them to him. While he was rinsing them off I slipped back into the living room. When he was done he came back to find me standing. He looked questioningly at me and made to say something. "Can I see?" I interrupted, indicating his scales.
"Uhh... I guess?"
I closed in on him, lifting my paws. I didn't just want to see, I wanted to feel, too. I reached him, stopping my fingers inches from his body, and looked up at him. He looked back at me without saying anything. I took this as an offer to continue. I touched his scales, feeling their texture and firmness. Our height difference was even more apparent, the tips of my ears just reaching his chin. He reached up and rested his hand on my waist, under my shirt. I looked back up at him. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded. We both knew where this was going now. Though admittedly I was nervous. I had had my encounters before, but I knew I was nowhere near as experienced as him. He ran his claws through the fur on my side, causing my ear to twitch. I continued looking up at him. I was too short. I stretched my neck and he took the hint, leaning down for me. Our mouths didn't quite fit together, but his long tongue was able to escape from the front of his lips and into mine. As I did my best in return, I wrapped my arms around to feel his back.
After a few moments our mouths parted, and I looked down to catch my breath easier. I spotted the bulge his shorts did nothing to hide. "I think I want to see the rest of your pattern," I smiled, raising my head again. He grinned back. I lowered myself down to my knees, my paws moving down his back. I grabbed the front of his waistband and pulled out and down. It really was a sight to see. His scales wrapped around his sack and up to the base of his shaft, which erupted from a slit in his scales. His cock was naturally ridged, and came to a rounded point at the end. I reached up and gently grabbed it; it was surprisingly soft. I wanted to fill my muzzle with it. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the tip, causing him to inhale sharply. I pressed my muzzle down around his member, the pressure causing a bit of his pre to leak out onto my tongue. I worked slowly, caressing every groove and ridge. His flared end almost touched the back of my throat. Once his whole shaft was wet I started to move faster, twisting as I worked it in and out. He gave a little moan through his nose at the sensation. I put my paws on his upper thighs and moved them up and down. I tasted more pre as I continued filling my mouth, and drawing back.
Then I felt his cock starting to swell more. "I'm about to--"
He didn't have to finish the sentence. I already knew what was happening, and stopped with his tip against the base of my tongue. The first spurt of cum shot to my throat and I quickly swallowed it. While I was swallowing, more spurts filled my mouth, and it started to leak out the corners of my lips. He moaned again, this time through his parted lips. His body shook with every shot of cum. I kept my muzzle shut tight and gulped down more of his seed from the last spurts. I sucked the remaining cum from around his cock and swallowed. I pulled off, licking the dribble from my lips. He helped me back up to my feet, and noticed the cum on my chin, saying, "wow, yeah, it's been awhile." I chuckled and gave him a little hug. I held him for a minute to allow him to cool down. If I hadn't still been wearing my pajama pants, I would have been dripping on his floor by then.
He put his hand on my shoulder and stepped around to my back, then slipped his claws under my shirt and sifted his fingers through the fur up my back, pulling my shirt up with his arms. When he reached my shoulders, I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it to the floor. He moved his hands down over my shoulders, around my sides, and to my belly, feeling the fur as he went; then he moved them up and around my breasts. "Ohhhh, soft," he said, squeezing. I laughed. I undid the tie on my pants and pulled my tail through the hole in the back. I dropped my pants to the floor and kicked them off my feet. He embraced me under my arms and pushed himself against my back. We stood there, fur against scales, a contrast between us that we both craved. He reached down with one hand and cupped it between my legs, feeling the way my fur flowed over my mound and around my bare slit. I felt his shaft, now fully hard again, press up against my tail. I don't think it was his intention, but I had always wanted to try anal--I could never do it properly by myself. I reached back and grabbed his tip, angling it down towards my tailhole. He looked down and realized what I wanted him to do, but he was too tall. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his couch. He lifted his clothes hamper and placed it behind the couch on the floor. We both mounted the cushions with our knees, and I leaned forward, resting on the arm of the sofa, and lifted my tail across his abdomen.
He brought two fingers up and ran them across my labia, borrowing some of my wetness and making me murr. He spread it down his length, mixing it with his own pre. When he decided he was slick enough, he put his tip under my tail and asked, "you ready?" I nodded and relaxed, and he grabbed my sides and pushed himself forward slowly. As he gradually filled me with his girth, I experienced a new sensation--a good one. By the time he pulled back out, I was already wet again, and he took the opportunity to transfer some more of my juices with his hand before pushing in again, easier this time. He leaned forward and moved his hands around my waist. One hand moved up to my breast, and the other wrapped around my leg towards my slit. He started to thrust his hips as his fingers came to a rest; two on my nipple and two on my clit. I breathed harder as he rubbed and thrusted in unison, my virgin tailhole burning with sensation. My soft fur cushioned his sack as it hit against me with every thrust. All of the stimulation made me rest my head on my arm.
I looked under me and saw something I did not expect, which made me moan in a new flush of excitement. His thick tail was arched up between his legs, the tip poised in front of my dripping slit. He rubbed the length of his tail along my folds, covering it with my juices. The thrusts of his hips made no change in pace as he moved his tail back to my entrance. I gulped in anticipation. He pushed the tip of his tail up and into my folds. My tailhole reacted by clamping down on his cock, but I relaxed again. Every inch of his tail got thicker as he pushed its tapered shape into my tunnel, the lips of my slit stretching around the appendage as its nimble tip reached the end, moving around inside of me. He began alternating thrusts between his hips and his tail, his fingers still rubbing. I brought my free arm up and grasped my untouched breast, squeezing the nipple between my fingers. I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest. As I rested my forehead on my supporting arm, I breathed heavily through my mouth, a bit of drool falling from my lips.
It was too much. My tailhole clamped down again, and my whole body tensed as I reached climax. I moaned as my tunnels contracted around his tail and his cock, which started to swell up inside of me. My climax was pushing him over the edge, too. He pushed into both of my holes, tensing up and leaning forward, his hands grasping my breast and belly, carefully pushing his claws into my fur. He shot his cum into me, his shaft swelling with every spurt, stretching me further. Drops of my fluid trailed down his tail as he moved its tip around inside my convulsing tunnel. His last few spurts of cum shot into me as I reached the end of orgasm. For a while the only movement was our breathing as we savored the afterglow; then his tail dropped out of me with a wet sound, landing on the couch cushion. My body trembled a little as he slowly pulled out of my tailhole, his seed dripping out onto his sack and down to my slit.
I slid my knees down in exhaustion and laid myself across the sofa, lifting up on one side to make room as he sank down next to me. We looked at each other and kissed, deeper this time. I opened my muzzle wide into his mouth to receive his long tongue. He moved his hand to my shoulder and held me. When we finished, I opened my eyes and laid my snout across his neck. I thought over all that had just happened. It wasn't a silly dream, and the real thing was a thousand times better. After a few minutes of resting next to each other, I smiled up into his eyes and told him, "that was a good breakfast."