Mental insecurities
A fox and a dragon who come together in a mental institute, one being paranoid to the point of insanity and the other believes himself to be a literal object. M/F some M/M.
A large mental institute stood, it's structure formed by thick pieces of brick and cement, the grass well maintained as the gated community front entrance opened, a fountain sat in front of the drop off location as they'd loop before being driven out back to the parking lot and or exit. It was closely guarded, cameras surveyed the landscape from their perches. From within the building two double doors can be seem opening as an orange fox with a white tipped muzzle walked into a dining room, clothed in the usual apparel for the area, much like everyone else; a white pair of pants and shirt.
The fox noticed a colorful group of characters, given the fact he was in a mental institute, that shouldn't have come as a surprise.
A black panther man in a lab coat sat in his darkened lair, it also doubling as an office. He picked up an opened folder by the underside, looking through various files on his table, checking the progress of the patients and the general goings of the facility, his attention currently on the most recent case, a folder with a little tab on the side, read "Daisuki Thompson," which he opened, revealing a photo of an orange furred fox, who seemed to be looking off into space, rather than at the camera. Brushing the photo aside, he began to read over the file.
"Hmm.... social anxiety and a dis-associative personality disorder, manifesting as a belief that he's an animated object, best compared to a spell from Dungeons a---damnit, Daria. For such a serious, borderline autistic girl, you certainly do lack professionalism," he sighed, then continued reading. "...responds to disorder by imprinting upon individuals and following their direction as though he were, in fact, an object... declared a danger to himself and others after assaulting two men and claiming to have been ordered to do so by a man referred to as "Father," who's whereabouts are currently unknown," he paused to consider the information he received, then chuckled, "Heh... perhaps putting him in with that dragoness will be beneficial to all parties..."
He rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Mmm... ruminating..."
Entering the room the orange fox finally settled on talking to one of the residents, so, he went over to whom he thought would be the most approachable, which was a panther who seemed friendly enough, "Um..." paused as he waved somewhat awkwardly, then took his seat.
Suddenly the panther man was standing on the table, staring down at Dai with one eye closed, as if he were wearing an eye-patch, "Aye matey! I be Cap'n o'this fair vessel, the maiden S.S. Crunch!" he exclaimed, holding his hand out to Daisuki,"It be a pleasure to meet ya'!"
The fox's eyes widened as he reached for Kiwan's hand,"Um... it's a pleasure to meet you too... I'm Daisuki, Daisuki Thompson." he greeted,
Hoping to offer Kiwan a warm smile as well, until he felt himself being moved up and down by the vigorous handshake from the dark jungle cat, as he then leaned a bit closer, smirking seductively at his vulpine acquaintance, "Aye... ye be e..." he gave room to pause,"...a good lookin' lad. Ya' wanna' spend some time in the cap'n's quarters?" he asked, leaning in even closer.
"I stay crunchy in milk..." he finished, trying to sound alluring, failing considering how the fox worked. He was simply scared and leaned back, nervous now from the looks of it.
"A-actually... I-I'm a..." Daisuki began before avoiding eye contact,"...a girl!" he announced, as if it just came to him, "...a flat chested one!" he finished with a nod and closing of his eyes.
The supposed cereal mascot sighed and hopped of the table, returning to his seat across from Dai, "Damn... guess that explains the hips."
Lowered his ears in disappointment before half shouting the following,"I don't have girly---" stopped himself from finishing his sentence as a look of realization struck the living object; he didn't want to be molested, "T-thank you for noticing... c-can you direct me to the rooms we'll be stayin' in?" the fox asked, his eyes looking very flat.
A rather attractive tiger man stood up from his seat, wearing what appeared to be a make-shift scarf around his neck, from what Daisuki and Kiwan could make out, the scarf was made of several napkins,"The rooms here are... grrreat!" he exclaimed, with a raise of his index finger.
The fox could only stare blankly at the tiger in nothing but napkins around his neck, "Kay..." lowered his ears with a vacant expression.
"Aye... that thar be Alex the tiger..." Kiwan began, only to shortly after, whisper,"...thinks he's Tony the Tiger;complete whackjob," he said, his voice returning to a normal speaking levels,"As for me... I'm Cap'n Crunch, though everybody here insists on callin' me Kiwan, jus' 'cause that's what my parents named me, but what do they know about stayin' crunchy in milk!? Me dad couldn't even stay crunchy with me mom! They know--" Kiwan paused in mid speech to see that the men in white coats were staring at him and cleared his throat,"...I mean... yeah. I can show you ya' to the rooms..." he said, looking away.
Daisuki couldn't help but smile at the strange little antics of the panther that sat across from him, there was something strangely charming and silly about him, _'Guy's insane talking to a doll like me but he's pretty fun, if he isn't sexiest...' _Dai thought his inner voice sounding a little cheery, eager to strike up anymore conversations he might like to have,"Oh cool... thanks, Cap'n Planet, I mean..." Daisuki stopped to shake his head, "I mean... Crunch," he said, correcting himself then stood up.
The supposed cereal mascot's eyes went flat as he shook his head and waved one hand dismissively,"Naw. That be Cap'n Planet," he said, pointing out a gray wolf anthro who had somehow managed to paint his face blue.
"Captaaaaiiin Planet!" he screamed, running down the halls, while that was happening the black panther walked over to stand next to the fox, as the sight was enough to get their attention.
"Any who!" Kiwan said, putting an arm on Dai's back and began to lead him from the room,"So, tell me... what do ye' think o'milk?" he asked, closing one of his eyes, again.
Kiwan's foxy companion was looking around as he asked him, his head darting from left to right, even going as far as being surprised by an empty bucket, only to see it be worn as a hat shortly after by a woodpecker woman, a vacant expression on her before she put it on, he finally looked back to Kiwan, who he saw had also been watching the strange actions of the woodpecker, however, it was hard not hearing him considering the size of fox ears, "I don't know... we talking dolls don't really drink real milk." Dai replied, wagging his tail about with a somewhat dimwitted looking smile.
Staring at Dai for a moment, he quirked a brow as he lead them,"Um...'kay."
As he was lead the fox reached into his pocket and dug around, pulling out a sheet of paper, as there was a number on it that read "Assigned Room D-19," on it,"Here's my room..." he went over to it, while walking he looked over his shoulder and waved,"Whatta' nice weirdo..." he commented as he stepped into his room.
"Later, crazy fox doll dudette!" Kiwan said waving goodbye before he leapt onto a wheelchair someone left in the hall and started to speed away from Daisuki, shouting,"Just try and stop me from puttin' my cereal in kids' mouths now, crackahs!"
From within the room there where two beds, on opposite sides of the room, although, there wasn't more than a yard an a half of distance between them, the walls being relatively simple, a single barred window at the back of the room, however, they both had little footlockers at the foot of their beds to store what they had. That wasn't the most appealing thing there though, as a purple dragon girl with short purple hair was filing her toes nails and watching TV on what appeared to be an iPod.
Daisuki could she was she wearing nothing but a simple white satin bridal style nightgown, which revealed a modest bit of cleavage, which did not go unnoticed by the fox, his eyes landing on said sight,_'Damn...' _he thought, his eyes wide, "H-Hi..." Dai greeted, tugging at the collar of his shirt, _'I wish I was a sex doll...' _he thought.
She only looked up and over to the fox, a scowl present upon her face.That only deepened as she saw the fox,"Dammit... and here I thought they'd let me get away with having a room all to myself... but, no. Nothing good can ever happen to me..." she sighed,"Could you shut the door? You're letting the air..." she stopped to consider by looking to the side then immediately back to Dai,"Just shut the door..."
He nodded his head while still staring at her chest. He reached behind him and shut the door,"Yeah... anything you say...." he replied, lowering his head a little as he walked over to the bed across from the dragon's,"I'm your new furniture..." he threw in, smiling as he sat down, his white tipped tail wagging in an excited manner.
Stares at her new roommate, finally losing her scowl at the last thing he said, and quirking a brow,"Excuse me... you're going to have to repeat and then, most likely... explain that last thing you said..."
He blushed before coming to his senses, as much senses as a talking object could have,"Oh... I'm a walking, talking doll and I'm here to be part of your furniture."
"That is... well, at least nowI know why you're here," she stated, technically being honest, as she now did, in fact, understand the real reason he was here. She continued to speak, however, she noticed where his eyes were pointing,"...listen. I really don't blame you; they really are quite the spectacle, but it's time you got to work."
His eyes widened as he then rubbed the back of his neck,"Oh... I will, but I'd like to get to know the my new owner before I do..." he stopped staring long enough to make eye contact,"My name is Daisuki, Daisuki Thompson and as you know, I'm here to serve you in anyway I can."
Quirking a brow she crossed her arms,"...seems an odd request from an object, but I suppose I can give you something. My name is Iliria. I'm here because the glass ceiling at my former location of employment and the conspiracy to keep me down that clearly goes far higher than I'd ever expected," she said, having built a little anger during that mini-rant of hers."Aside from that, I've been nagging the management here about getting a footstool." she said, it was now her turn to look at him as though he were an item, which just so happened to be what he wanted, seeing as that got a smile out of him, "Seems something has finally gone my way," she smiled in a coy way.
Appeared to be a little disappointed that the choice of object she went with, since wasn't sexual in nature and rather more for comfort, for her feet. Though that had dampened his spirits, he was an object; possibly a multipurpose object. He could only hope that it was for more than simply resting her feet on him,"Oh! I can be that footstool! Oh and the reason I'm here is cause my former owner abused me, making me hurt a gay couple..."
"Well... that's certainly screwed up," she replied, blinking once, although, it's not she wasn't prone to violent actions sometimes, she shrugged it off and then lifted her legs, pointing to the floor in front of her her,"Well, get to it, then, Footstool." she ordered calmly.
He nodded his head, getting down on all fours and aligning his torso so that she could rest her feet,"On it!" he smiled and fanned his tail,"And if you ever need me for something else, I also do more than just footstool stuff," he said, hoping his kind message would receive some sort of response.
"I'm sure you do, Footstool." Iliria replied plainly as she continue to watch her shows, when a thought hit her,"Actually... I could use you for something else..." she said, intentionally throwing a flirtatious tone into her voice.
His eyes widened as she couldn't see his expression from her position, then looked over his shoulder to her,"What kinda' something?" he asked in an equally flirtatious way.
Lifted her legs slightly,"Could you... adjust my pillow and blankets so I might be able to sit up more comfortably?" she requested, thought somewhat rhetorically, seeing as how she was in her bed.
Daisuki's response was to lower his head and feel the stream of anime tears flow from his eyes,"S-sure..." he replied, moving out from underneath her legs and moved over to his bed to grab his bed's pillows, along with his blankets,"Please raise your back a bit."
Daisuki was currently doing what footstools did best, nothing but being a footstool had it's advantages such as getting a good feel of his owner's leg. Though they were scaly, they had a soft and smooth feel them them, which made him honestly want to get up an grab them, getting his owner into a more adult situation, _'Stop thinking... you're a footstool... must not be thrown away...' _he thought, hesitation in his inner voice.
"Nyeh..." he groaned quietly and lowered his head,"...can't disobey" he mumbled.
Lifted one of her legs slightly, scratching the other leg with her heel, then lowered it back onto her footstool's back, then let out a sigh, shutting off her phone,"Footstool... I'm bored," she commented in a dispassionate tone.
Looked up to her from his position, smiling while his tail wagged,"Well, you could have me be something than a footstool! Like maybe I can be something fun! Like an animated doll... or a toaster!"
"Eh... no thanks. I never was much of a fan of toast... and I'm too old to play with dolls," narrowed her eyes and looked in one direction."The management would absolutely LOVE it if they could catch me playing with dolls." she paused to consider, humming lightly to herself,"Although... if you're up for pretending to be a person... perhaps they wouldn't notice..." she said, sounding as if she were contemplating all the possibilities, as she was, in part, just humoring the strange, little fox.
"I'm a very good multipurpose object. I can play pretty much anything you need me to be... anything..." paused and cleared his throat,"even for sex," he added, being really quick and quiet about it.
Blinked at the last thing the fox said, she pondered the notion of asking him but decided to ignore it for the time,"Hmm... alright. Well, I do have use for a doll--a very realistic doll," she said, lifting her legs and swiveled slightly as to stand up,"Follow me, Footstool."
Daisuki stood up and nodded his head, following her. He wanted to question what they were going to do, but felt if he did he would feel as though he were a refrigerator asking their owner what they wanted to eat. That was just pointless.Soon after they arrived to the community room, gesturing for the fox to continue following her as she lead them to one of the tables, taking a seat in one of the chairs positioned at which, the fox joining her as he took his seat down next to her, occasionally stealing glances at her.
She very subtly pointed towards a make wolf sitting off in a corner,"You see that guy? He's a veteran from Iraq. He's got post Traumatic Stress Disorder..." she stated, looking to the fox from the corner of her eye.
He only started and blinked at him for a moment, guessing he could piece it together but ultimately gave up within a few seconds,"Yeah... what about him?" he responded, his eyes lowering to her bosom before coming back up to her head region.
Iliria inhaled through her nose before sighing out her mouth, then answered his question,"When I get bored, I like to screw around with the crazy people here... really upset their psychoses... and that wolf... has a mini-breakdown whenever he's reminded of when one of his old such-and-such was killed in blah-blah-who cares..." she explained, leaning in close, as to be more conspiratorial about her explanation.
He leaned in close as well, mostly just to be closer, though as she spoke out her plan, he couldn't but smirk a little deviously,"Do you know any names he might remember or is he crazy enough for us to say any old name?" Dai asked.
"Eh... I've heard him mumble about some guy he called Jonesy, but that doesn't really matter... not for what we're gonna' do now," she said, her tail swaying once and curling inward, near the tip, "His name's Mark, and that's the only name you need to know, 'cause that's the name you'll call out when I fake shoot you, got it?" she asked, looking to him for confirmation.
Daisuki nodded his head, placing his elbows on the table,"Just give me the signal mistress and I'll get into position..."
Iliria's pupils darted to every corner of the community room, narrowing her eyes she then turned to Daisuki and nodded her head, a small smile gracing her muzzle as she began,"Just get up and start walking towards him. Throwing in a friendly wave might make it all the worse for him, so, feel free to do so," she said, her smile growing into a smirk,"You'll know when the act is truly about to start when I jump out at you and shout, "death to America," Got it?"
"Got it!" he exclaimed, nodding his head as he chuckled.
A dragon finger found itself on Daisuki's muzzle, shushing him, then took a deep breath,"Okay... go,Doll-boy."
With wide eyes he moved his mouth away from her finger and placed a hand over his mouth, nodding with a look of confidence. The fox stood, making his way towards Mark, waving with a pleasant smile as he closed in on the wolf on a wheelchair, what appeared to be him greeting an old friend, even going as far as having a bit of peep in Dai's step.
Mark could only stare in confusion and awe, reaching such a point that he grew nervous and with a trembling paw tried to reach for the hood part of his fatigue-jacket but stopped, as it looked as though he were waving, so he went with that, not noticing any inherent danger he waved back, though still looked uneasy, though paranoia was now simply an everyday part of his personality, so it was to be expected, though his attempt at trust was, aw often the case, answered only with a reminder of what happened back to him in what he would call, hell.
All the while Iliria was able to position herself behind one of the support beams, hiding until she saw Dai waving, taking that as her quo she leaped out, getting behind Dai before pretending to be holding an automatic rifle,"Death to America! Alla u akbar!"
The fox's eyes widened in horror as he arched his back along with his head, his opening in pretend agony, groaning as if he were spitting out blood from his mouth, his torso moving from side to side as to simulate the act of being shot,"M-Mark-argh!" he cried with his hand extended towards Mark, as if begging for help before being silenced, hitting the floor with a thud, his tail flinched when he did, a small groan being suppressed from the fox.
"Jonesy! NO!" Mark cried, reaching his hand out, watching in wide eyed terror as his friend fell, his eye twitched as his mouth went agape, one side of his muzzle dipping further than the other.
The white coats made their way over to try and grab Iliria and Dai but were forced to focus on a new target before they could do any good. Mark's twitching eye stopped as he bared his fangs, a blood curdling fury in him, fueling his actions, he charged at at them with all the force of a veteran in a wheelchair.
"Ah, shit!" the first white coat groaned in despair, his antelope ears lowering as he watched Mark racing over to one of their intended targets.
"Not again!" the badger man white coat next to him cried.
"I'll kill you, you Haji bastard!" Mark declared, zooming towards Iliria, who leaped out of the way of his charge. Leading to him crashing into the antelope white coat,"Get back here you--" he was, however, cut off before he could finish as a tranquilizer flew to his neck, causing him to go wide eyed before suddenly falling into a deep sleep.
The doors to the room slammed open as the panther man in a (Lab coat) glared down at the startled white coats, "What are you looking at!?" he asked, then looked to Mark and the white coat he had toppled over,"Get him to his room! Get the dragoness and fox to their rooms, too, in fact!" he demanded, sighing in frustration and tugging at his collar before turning around, leaving the room.
The badger white coat nodded his head with a look of panic in his eyes,"Y-Yes! Mr. Arin Morgan! Sir!" he half-shouted in a military sounding fashion before he went over to help his fellow white coat, who seemed quite hurt from the impact as he clenched his chest where he had gotten hit hardest, he wasn't given much time to reflect on things as the badger heard some laughter from just nearby.
Iliria was clutching her stomach on the floor, laughing quite insanely at her own prank, her fox accomplice on the ground finally gave way and began to laugh just as ecstatically as his owner, now on his side and holding his stomach,"Oh god!" he laughed, starting to beat the ground with his fist,"D-dolls shouldn't laugh b-but!" he tried to finish, however, was simply unable to.
Before either knew was going on they were grabbed from their wrists and forcibly lead to their room, each white coat taking one of them before roughly shoving them into their room, both landing on the same bed, their fits of laughter only just now starting to lose steam.
"We'll have somebody bring dinner to your room--don't come out until we've calmed Mark down and you're ready to apologize!" the antelope warned, pointing to them with an expression that said he meant business.
"Or until we eventually forget or give up!" his badger friend added, for some reason.
"...Damn it Matt..." his antelope friend said, sighing as they closed the door.
"...sorry Jerry..." the badger's voice echoed faintly now.
The fox continued to laugh as he sat next to the dragoness,"I-I-I can't breathe... even t-though I shouldn't need to!" he shouted, leaning against Ilira while his laughter slowly began to die, gasping for air a little.
She actually started to laugh harder as a response to the fox's comment,"A d-doll that needs to breathe? I... I don't know if that means you're really well made or really crappily made!" she laughed, gripping her sides as she leaned against the fox.
The fox began to calm his laughter as it had reached the point that it was starting to hurt, he snorted as Iliria had brought up all that she had, it was hard to tell. As their laughter began to die down,"Ah..." Dai sighed contently, staring out in front of him,"Mistress, I hope you keep me for a good while..." he stated, tilting his head down as a timid smile found itself on his face, as though he were staring into space,_'Please let this be the one that wants me to stay...' _he thought.
"Oh, you're too useful to just be thrown away," she commented as she continued lean against the fox, no longer laughing up a storm, now getting the chance to breath,"Besides... I'm a bit of a hoarder;I don't like throwing things away..." she said, her voice going a bit soft, narrowing her eyes in what looked like quiet contentment.
Red, that was the best way to describe Dai's face, his eyes wide when she finished, he found himself with not much less to say,'My owner is a hoarder...' _he thought, though, he was not bother by this turns of events in the least, in fact, it may have brightened his whole outlook for their future as an owner and an object,"Thanks." he replied, closing his eyes and reaching his hand out from behind her to bring her in closer but quickly remembered his place,'Stop! You're a toll, remember? Don't overstep your boundaries, in fact... stop thinking! Think is for those who want to be abandoned!' _he thought mentally berating himself, making sure to not give her any indication of internal struggle and instead opt to basking in the moment.
Iliria could feel some odd movements and tenseness in the arm that was against her back and immediately realized what the fox wanted to do. Deciding to throw him a bone, she allowed her head to rest on his shoulder, "Today was great..." she commented with a light hum.
Daisuki swore he could feel his heartbeat raise, which only served to confuse the simple, yet, also, not simple, fox. "Y-yeah..." he replied, squinting his eyes, trying to gain his composure, opening them he found confidence from Iliria's actions and placed his hand firmly on her hip, taking that head to his shoulder as permission to be close,"W-we should do this more often, if you like..." he said, smiling somewhat nervously.
"Mmm... I'd like that, I think..." she replied, scooting her hip in the vulpine's hand, causing the fox's white marked muzzle to change bright red.
From within the dim moon lit room, a dragon and her fox laid on their beds. Daisuki resting on his side, back facing towards his owner as he squinted his face a little, shaking his hips in hopes of finding a more comfortable position, he released a deep sigh that dragged out as he exhaled, sounding as though he was relaxing before trying to sleep.
Iliria let out a sigh as she tried to fall asleep, staring up at the concrete ceiling of the room, contemplating, for for the first time, how she could have allowed herself to end up in a place such as this, honestly quite upset over it. After some time of thinking, she realized it didn't have to be the same as every other time she'd felt this way. She didn't have to suffer alone,"Footstool?" she asked in a loud whisper.
Opened his eyes with a dull look on him, at some point having changed the side he was resting on,"Yes? Mistress?" he asked in a soft whisper.
She spoke in a bit more audible a tone, losing the hissing sound of her whisper,"I would like... to be held. I'd have something else do it, but you seem to be the only item on the market that can embrace somebody..." she finished, looking over to the fox, a very thoughtful look to the usually very strong he had come to know.
Suddenly blushed as brightly as he had the first time she had allowed him to hold her by her hip, scared witless, his muzzle changing to that bright red color again, he took deep but quiet breaths, steadying himself enough to speak, acting as though he had been asleep, _'What is this feeling...?I think I remember this... but why...stop it,' _he thought desperately, swallowing hard before speaking,"Oh... okay, owner Iliria," he doing as items did and followed the instructions made by his owner, he pulled his sheets back and made his way over to her, his steps mechanical in motion, stopping at her side of the room.
Though the beds in this mental institutes weren't the largest, she figured the close proximity between herself and the fox would allow them to fit relatively well. Scooting closer to the wall, she lifted up her sheet to give the vulpine room to climb into bed with her.
He crawled into the bed and slipped his arm underneath her pillow and other arm around her waist, "Like this, mistress?" he asked, his face very close to hers now, which gave him a close up view of her beautiful features, though the room was dimly lit, it was still enough for him to see just how alluring his owner is, her hair obscuring one side of her face, it wasn't long, shoulder-length, in fact, but it helped frame her face, in the fox's opinion, the color of her hair being a shimmery version of her purple scales.
"Mhm..." she responded with a slight sigh as she leaned forward, pressing her muzzle into the crook of the boy's neck with a somewhat less depressed sounding sigh than before, though still anything but happy sounding,"Exactly like this..."
Squinting his eyes shut to the point were they appeared to be quivering, forcing himself to remain as calm as possible. The way her scales felt on him didn't help his lower head stay down, which made 'just' snuggling much more difficult for her.It made being a dollar harder as well, '_Dolls are unthinking...unfeeling objects...' _Dai thought desperately, knowing that having feelings for owners could only spell disaster, given his experience, it wasn't something he was eager to get back to,"I'm glad..." he whispered in a somewhat sad tone.
Iliria opened one eye as she took notice of the fox's tone,"Is something---" she cut herself off, having readjusted herself slightly to look at the fox more properly, her had brushed across the fox's clearly, though still partially, erect wood,"...hmm...this is an unexpected turn of events..." she muttered as she intentionally rubbed her leg against the hardness again.
Dai moaned a bit when she rubbed her leg against his foxhood, making his somewhat stiff member now fully erect,"Y-yeah... I-I think so too... sorry," he said, blushing in embarrassment, expecting to be scolded.
Beginning to forget her own issues, she smirked slightly at the vulpine, lifting herself onto one elbow,"I think a certain footstool's just been promoted..." she paused to consider, mockingly, her free hand on her chin,"...I'm thinking the life of a sex doll is more befitting of something like you..." she commented, obviously enjoy what she had felt against her leg.
His eyes widened but he quickly composed himself, there was a loophole in this whole romantic involvement thing.Sex toys were also unfeeling, they lived for the purpose of pleasing their owners without emotional attachment, now all he had to do was convince himself long enough to work off his throbbing erection,"Then have this object do whatever you want..." he replied, smiling.
She lifted her leg while pulling the hem of her rather short nightgown up to reveal her, blue panty-clad midsection,"Well then... in that case... I'd like to be pleasured by your special..." she said, calmly and almost casually brushed her leg against his erection once more,"...attachment."
Daisuki took a deep breath in response to the sexual contact and reached his hands down to her panties, grabbing them by the edges edges and dragging them downwards,"Then I need to get these off, owner Iliria," he said, smiling softly as it appeared that convincing himself was easier than expected.
The dragoness chuckled quietly,"Well...obviously, but I assumed that service was simply part of the package," she commented, helping the fox in his pant removal by wiggling her hips lightly.
Once he finished they were past her knees he simply allowed her to flick them off, which she did happily. Dai reached over to the waistband of his pants and dragged them downwards; along with his boxers,"Which position would you prefer? I'm an object, decision making is above me," he stated.
She blinked once, for the first time having to consider just how dedicated the fox was to his role,"Oh...hmmm..." the dragon contemplated momentarily, never actually having been asked such a thing."Alright, even you should be able to figure this one out," she stated as she scooted onto her belly, then lifted herself into a partial doggy-style position, her hindquarters hiked into the air, though with her upper torso supported on bent arms, allowing her to keep her head resting upon her pillow, her shift in position also caused her nightgown to drop further down, exposing her matching blue bra.
The fox moved until he was on his knees and directly behind behind her, grabbing the edges of his shirt he pulled it up and over his head, discarding it. He placed his hands on her hips and pressed his throbbing member against her womanhood.
Iliria hungrily pushed her nether region up against the masculine appendage, letting out a quiet sigh,"Go for it..." she commanded at barely above a whisper.
Closed his eyes and slid into the dragoness at a calm rate, For him it was better that he remain cautionary, as to not displease his owner,"Mm..." he moaned quietly as well, his hips bashing against hers, pushing her bottom forward a bit as her cheeks splayed.
She moaned quietly as well, pushing her rear back against the fox's belly as he filled her feminine cavity to the hilt,"Nnn...I'd like...to turn up the speed setting, if possible...!" she exclaimed through grit teeth.
A switch went off in his mind that allowed him to go as quickly as he wanted. Taking a deep breath and pulling his hips back, he tightened his jaw and dug his nails into her hips,"Piston setting, now on fast..." he warned before shooting his hips forward and brought them back up before going back down.
Her eyes widened as she felt him suddenly pistoning in and out of her womanhood, actually losing her leverage on the bed momentarily. She regained it quickly, however, and began to force her own hips back to meet the thrusts, though found that, in her position, she was only meeting one out of every two thrusts from the fox,"P-perfect..." she grunted out as she felt his pelvic region to slam into her ass cheeks repeatedly, causing them to ripple slightly with every collision.
All the while, Dai's head was starting to lean back, but he noticed that by doing so, he was starting to lose a bit of accuracy. The idea of displeasing his owner at all, frightened him, so focused and lowered his head, he noticed the beautiful dim glow her scales gave off, which only reminded him that he needed to focus, she quickly dragged one hand up the side of her hip and placed it to the side of her stomach, his other hand following but in mid-inward thrust, pushing himself to thrust harder until eventually thrusting once more, holding her tightly in position as his knot had formed within her, filling her, his eyes closed tight and his muzzle parted in ecstasy.
She continued to force herself back into the fox's thrusts, the change in their position giving her an enjoyably rough ride then to finish it with a firm bash to her hips, only to have a knot form within her, spreading her walls,'S-so th-this is knotting!' she thought, moaning deeply as the sensation sent a thrill through her mind and body so powerfully, that it was matter of seconds before she, too, finished, her juices mixing with those of the fox and pooling beneath their bodies as she collapsed,"O-okay...I'm...f-finished..."
The fox clenched his jaw, finally able to relax. There was a quick moment of pause as they stayed in that position for a few seconds, mostly waiting on an order and for probably unintentionally basking in the afterglow of having slept with his owner, he forced his smile away and looked down to her, panting heavily through his snout,"I-is there anything else, mistress?" he asked, trying to use a calm tone but failing with relaxed his tone came out.
Iliria turned her head to the side and peered at the fox through half-lidded eyes,"I think we can just go back to hugging, Footstool." she informed the fox, finishing the statement as part of a yawn.
Daisuki moved so they were resting on their sides, with him spooning her,"Sorry about the knot... my model design comes with it," he said, panting but letting a smile slip.
"No... big deal," she replied, getting comfortable as she wiggled her form against his, as if snuggling into position,"It's not as though we have anywhere to go, anytime soon," she commented as she closed her eyes fully, settling in for the night's sleep.
The orange fox fur sighed contently and eventually found his hands moving from the sides of her stomach to the side of her chest, until he firmly grasped her breasts,"I exist to serve..." he stated, slowly closing his eyes, his smile now a warm expression.
She noticed the groping but in her half-asleep state, decided it wasn't worth commenting on and just moved her head over her pillow in the fashion of a silent nod.
Daisuki was seen in the community room, making his way over to the table that Kiwan had taken over, as indicated by the little pirate flag he made with a carrot and a napkin on his tray with his mashed potatos. Why was he even in that room? The answer was simple, Iliria was busy in a therapy session,"Hey Kiwan," he greeted, taking a seat.
"Yar!" exclaimed at Dai in greeting,"And a good mornin' to ye, fox lady!" he noticed that he was being watched and cleared his throat,"I mean...u... hi, or something..." he said, looking a little as though he were a scolded child.
Quirked a brow and looked around, noticing why Kiwan had changed his tone,"Hey, I wanna' ask... what did you think about me and owner Iliria's prank on that Mark guy?" he asked, suppressing a small giggle.
His panther friend simply shrugged,"Kinda' mean, but also kinda' funny. I mean... he's kinda' got it comin'. He rolls around this place actin' like some kinda' huge homophobe then tells Jack his dick is full of Trix yogurt? That's just fucked up..." he said, shaking his head with a "tsk," in his tone.
A gray rabbit from across the room, wearing a makeshift tank top and shorts out of the standard outfit,"It isn't?" eyes widened,"Still tastes good..." she add, looking to the side and tapping his index fingers together.
This earned a chuckled out of the fox, "Well, Iliria, planned the whole thing and I loved it so much!" he exclaimed and then relaxed his posture as he leaned forward on the lunch table, a dreamy eyed expression on his face.
"Huh... you really like her, eh?" he paused and looked around,"Hey! People that aren't pirates say 'eh,' too!" he cried, glaring at one of the who coats who, for the record, hadn't said or done anything to Kiwan's ire,"Anyways!" he said, leaning in closer to Dai,"You seem to like that dragon chick a lot... you a... lesbian?" he asked.
Daisuki looked over his shoulder and noticed another person in a coat but then turned his attention back to Kiwan, after being called a lesbian he decided to set him straight on the subject,"Look... I think it's time I was honest with you about something, I'm not a girl object," he confessed, meeting him eye to eye,"I was lying... I'm a boy object," he stated, averting his eyes. "And for the record... objects don't really even have sexuality, I was just really nervous around you..." he clarified.
Kiwan could only stare at him for a bit before pouting,"...this is exactly why I only trust the cereal," he said, sighing and he then shook his head,"Oh well...so...yeah. It seems, to me, like you appreciate Iliria far more than a... thing should be able to," he said, wiggling his brows the slightly.
He tried to answer his statement with a response of his own but found that there really wasn't anything he could reply with. This perplexed him, not only was he unable to make some sort of excuse, it left him speechless,"Uh... er..." his eyes widened as he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a bit. Following this confusion the fox lowered his hea, a distressed expression across his muzzle. Something in him was realized,_'I-I'm an object... stop feeling! You like her! Why do you like her!? Is it because she's fun? Is it because she wants to talk about things you like?' _he thought, his eyes widening further as this was reasons as to why.
Misreading the source of Dai's distress, seeing as how it was no ordinary source, reached over, placing a hand on the fox's shoulder,"Well... I think you should tell the lady how you feel. It's at least better than it bottled up inside like some sort of... bottle," he said, losing track and just opting to repeat himself.
The fox's eyes widened as he felt Kiwan's hand touch his shoulder, he flinched it away from him,"I am a bottle! An unfeeling and uncaring bottle that can be used for all time!" he exclaimed as he sat up and moved away from Kiwan, unable to face him by how much of a point he made of avoiding eye contact, keeping his eyes shut, afraid that old feeling might be resurfacing. At the moment he was an ocean of emotion, which made Daisuki all the more distressed about his feelings.
Kiwan's eyes widened as he suddenly got the insight he needed into Dai's feelings,"No! You're not a bottle! Bottle are filled with something, then put on a shelf for who knows how long! You're way more useful than a bottle! You're... some kinda' person object!" he paused to organize his usually insane thoughts,"It's like... you're a really well programmed robot," he sighed, reaching this point quite a trail for him, it, even made him envious,"I wish I could have a robot..." he sighed, lowering his head.
Daisuki's eyes trembled as he received some interesting and compelling information from Kiwan. He reached his hand over his over, covering his muzzle, he shook his head with his eyes closed,_'I can't! Please! Not again... I can't be feeling...!' _he thought running away frmo the room, having a meltdown of sorts.
Kiwan leaped to his feet, wanting to go after Dai but let out a sigh as the fox was already out of the room before he even stood up,"...well... hopefully he's going to that dragon chick so she can make him feel better..." he muttered.
Every step he took closer to Iliria's and Dai's room, the more the fox felt pained but in he found that he was unable to treat this pain with any sort of medicine,_'Is there something wrong with me? Am I broken?' _he thought, feeling more things try to break through, needing him to use all his mental fortitude to hold those thoughts at bay, he hoped his owner could provide him with an answer.
"Iliria!" he shouted as he opened the door but realized what he hadn't added to her name,"Argh! I mean, owner Iliria!" he corrected.
Iliria had been lounging on her bed with her iPod again, watching TV, she turned to him, quirking a brow,"Something wrong, Footstool?" she asked, looking to him as he moved over and dropped to a knee before her.
"Mistress... I have an issue, which should be possible because regular maintenance is done on me," he said, closing his eyes and sighing deeply,"I'm confused about our owner to object relationship..." he finished, swallowing hard as he felt that same giddy but frightful feeling.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, arching her brows before patting the bed next to her,"Take a seat and tell mistress all about it, then."
He nodded his head with a look of uncertainty but stood up and did as he was told, taking his place next to her, his eyes glued to the floor,"I don't where it began but... I'm feeling... but only when it comes to you and it's scaring me. Because the more think about it... the more it feels like something is trying to get through, something that wants to hurt me," closed his eyes tightly,"I shouldn't be afraid... I'm an object!" he said, as if he needed to convince even himself of that, his eyes on the verge of tears with how red they looked to her.
Iliria continued to stare at him for a time before finally wrapping an arm around his waist,"Hmm... perhaps you're more advanced than you ever knew," she suggested, giving him a comforting hand as she could feel how tense this whole ordeal had made him, letting him take this information in, seeing that to some extent he relaxed,"The way I see it... if you're an advanced enough sex doll to be able to go erect and soft when needed, then why couldn't you be advanced enough to feel affection for your owner?" she asked, her amber eyes meeting his gray ones, however, she had to avert her eyes as she was searching for the word but was unable to recall, slipping her mind, much to her great irritation.
Shortly after this tense muscled relaxed, almost as if they had taken a breath of air. There was just something about her not trying to get rid of him, that eased his troubled mind,"Like a robot?" he asked, trying to gaze into those lovely saffron eyes of hers while she searched for the word.
Opened her mouth to agree, then followed suit with the minor correction that came to mind,"More like an android but yeah... something like that. Good thinking, my... android footstool."
Considered what she said and gave it some more thought, even with the things Kiwan had said to him rang true, even to his owner. Thanks to her words, he was able to fight back the unpleasant feeling in him, giving him a newfound strength, it was enough to still consider himself an object; for her,"Mistress..." he began, his eyes slightly wide, as something had dawned on him, so he simply acted, he moved so that he facing her but still on the bed,"I want you as much as an android can possibly want someone... but even more so than that..." he confessed feeling his heartbeat start to thump wildly, the fear of rejection looming over his head but also finding the greatest amount of courage he's ever needed.
The dragoness nodded her head slowly, considering her own feelings on the subject. A minor fear that he was manipulating her came to mind, but, just due to how much she wanted this to be true, she pushed it back and that lead her to realize that something startling. She truly wanted him to feel this way for her, which, logically, meant she wanted to feel--no--that she felt that way for him as well; in one form or another, at least,"I.. think I would really like to keep you," she paused, sounding hesitant before she continued,"I find myself wanting to... hoard you... more than any other possession I've ever owned..." she sighed, trying to ease her paranoia as best she could.
A feeling of peace enveloped the fox in it's warm embrace, carrying him to heart's desire, this manifested itself in his face taking on a tranquil quality to it. He bashfully lowered his ears and and narrowed his eyes a gently, moving his muzzle to hers in order to bring her down onto the bed. Now freely embracing the his feelings he deepened his kiss by trying to get his tongue entry into her maw.
Her eyes widened as she felt herself being brought down onto the bed, but mentally shrugged it off and allowed the fox to kiss her, though not allow him entry. Rather, she shoved her own dragonic tongue into the fox's mouth, as to remind him that he still had his place.
The fox hadn't expected her to turn the tables on him but was in no way opposed to it. He sighed contently as his tongue danced with hers inside his mouth. After sometime had gone by he pulled back and panted a but,"Thank you... mistress..." he said, looking into her eyes affectionately as one of his hands had been stroking her back tenderly, clearly enjoying the bed by how tenderly he'd stroke.
She panted slightly as well as she was now holding the fox close just as firmly as he'd been holding her,"Anytime, Footstool-bot. Anytime..." she replied, giving his nose a quick lick with her reptile tongue.
He closed the door behind him, going over to the lounge, a look of deep contemplation across his muzzle. His therapist had suggested that he and Iliria would be much happier living in the real world than a mental institute,"Hm... maybe..." he mumbled to himself, looking up to the ceiling and placing his hands in his pockets."Would she even go for it?" he asked, closing his eyes and accepting that as a possibility, he decided it wasn't worth holding onto.
"Only one way to found..." he said, pushing the doors to the lounge open.
The scaled beauty was sitting at one of the tables, reading a newspaper, though the date on the paper was noticeably 1937,"Hm... amazing how some things stay the same..." she muttered before flipping the page.
Her android footstool stopped to see the date on the newspaper but shook his head and figured it was unimportant,"Iliria, there's something I wanna' discuss with you..." he announced, taking a seat next to her.
Iliria folded up the paper, placing it down on the table before turning to face the fox, full-on,"Go ahead, then." she gestured for him to speak.
He nodded his head before speaking calmly,"I think we should get out of here..." he stated, making it almost sound like just a suggestion.
She blinked once, giving him a somewhat flat look,"You don't say..." she replied, then shook her head. "Yeah... of course we should, but how do you propose we pull something like that off?" she asked, not seeing how they could.
Looked her in the eyes before continuing,"We fake our way through this..." he clarified, putting his hand around her waist, bringing her closer to him,"Let's face it, they don't understand us..." he stated, a smile forming on his muzzle,"... and we can use that to our advantage."
Considering what he was saying, she stroked her chin while leaning into her foxy android,"Hm... that... could work, and, even if it doesn't... I suppose it's better than not trying anything, hmm?" she responded, thought didn't give him the chance to respond to her little question at the end, as she leaned in and pressed her muzzle briefly to his before proceeding,"...I suppose you've taught me to trust other or something, and you've learned to, at the least, behave more like a thinking person... sound believable, even to me... and I'm apparently paranoid..." she added, chuckling in her own way, which Dai had to admit even sounded a little erotic.
Daisuki blushed and of course leaned in when she kissed him, then smiled when she stopped,"I'm glad you want to, there's also a little matter I need to take care of when we get out. Though I'll save that for when he get out of here..." he stated, leaning his head against hers,"I gotta' say though, I'll miss Kiwan and that tiger boy..."
From another room entirely, for which neither were certain it where it was coming from, heard a strong thumping noise,"I-It's g-great!" the voice of said tiger-boy was heard, coupled with grunts and moans that made it through the walls.
"T-told you... I stay... c-crunchy in milk, you tight, little bowl of cereal, you!" Kiwan could be heard crying.
Iliria ignored the nearly public hump session to stand up from her seat,"Come along. I'm gonna' relax on the sofa for awhile... and I could use a footstool..." she said, looking to her face with a coy looking expression.
"Perhaps a sex toy, later?" he inquired sounding innocent and playful before standing up as well, putting a hand to her firm dragon rear.
"Hmm... perhaps. I have been meaning to test out your piston for anal usage..." she answered, wiggling her bum into his palm with a quiet laugh.
There was a momentary pause when she mentioned having anal,"And here I've been avoiding that because I thought you wouldn't like it... most guys would have proposed the moment you've mentioned anal usage," he complimented or what he thought was a compliment."It's too bad objects can't get married..." he said, sounding a little sound as this just now occurred to him.
"Perhaps, but who'll know with how human-like an object you are?" she commented, just letting the question sit there and take root.
Daisuki's face was flaring, making an odd mixture of orange and pink on his face, his head lowering as the idea settled,"Hm..." he hummed, his hand still on her rear as a small grin spread across his face.
Up in Arin Morgan's darkened lair--err... office, he sat a this desk, watching the events in the lounge on a screen that, having seen what he need to see, he made to descended the surface of his desk, a wooden panel covering it up as it faded from view,"Hm... interesting. I roomed them together, figuring they would be compatible and non-confrontational towards one another as roommates. Who knew they'd end up helping one another towards something that at least functions as the equivalent to recovery?" he wondered, leaning back in his chair, brushing his chin fur downwards with his index finger,"...perhaps I did... perhaps not. Nobody shall ever know... except me," there was a long, awkward silence.
"... or will I?" he asked, the lights in the room dimmed, until Arin was no longer visible.
Iliria took her first step out of the front gate of the mental institution she'd spent, in her opinion, far too much time residing within, she look around at the outside world, feeling the sun on her scales in a way she had in, once again, far too long. She was now wearing a simple black t-shirt that revealed her lower belly and relatively short, black, slightly ruffled skirt,"Better than I hoped for..." she uttered, savoring this moment of triumph.
The fox walked up behind Iliria, basking in the moment of freedom with the dragon he had gotten to know in the mental institute. He looked over his shoulder, smiling at the place, since it gave him a beautiful dragon owner,"I'd said this situation turned out better for me..." he said, his smile becoming a softer one, his hands falling into his hoodie pockets. Other than that he was wearing a white t-shirt, below that were his simple blue jeans.
Iliria smirked as she reached a clawed digit to her maw,"Hmm... I think... we came out about even, actually..." she commented, for once not giving the most narcissistic response possible.
He nodded his head in a shy way before tugging at his collar, actually finding himself charmed by her, though, this did not last long as something in the back of his mind reminded him of unfinished business, he closed his eyes and seemed hopeful,"Hey... can I ask you something?" he asked, a slight hitch in his voice.
Having began to walk away from the facility, wanting to get started with her new life as soon as possible, didn't even look back as she responded,"Dai... I told you. Not until we have a better financial standpoint..." she said, stopping him from asking a question she had answered before.
"I-I know that!" he stated, blushing and clearing his throat. "I meant something else, there's someone I want to get back at, for throwing me away..." he stated, walking over to her and putting his paws on her bottom, since he preferred rears over shoulders.
Looked over her shoulder and down slightly at the fox, not showing any signs of being bothered by this public display,"Oh? Your last owner, eh?" she inquired, quirking a brow and coiling the end of her tail around Daisuki's shin.
The fox nodded his head, smirking shortly after,"Yes..." he answered, smirking much like his owner would.
She returned the smirk,"Sound like fun. I think I'll join you in this endeavor, actually..." she offered, oddly enough, humming seductively to the fox's plan and some physical contact.
From within a rather large church, near the alter, the fox could be seen with his hands held up as he wore black leather gloves. The aftermath told a tale of struggled with the candles and books that had been thrown around the room, the community wine was spilled all over the floor, a beige looking bobcat with glasses and a long sandy colored trench coat could be seen laying on his face, the wine looking as though it were blood.
"T-Take that you, jackass..." Daisuki panted as he allowed his arms to fall to the side, smiling triumphantly.
The priest only groaned, presumably passed out.
The fox looked to Iliria, seeing that she had been panting as well, seeing as the man was rather large,"D-don't worry... I have so much stuff on him, t-that if he tried to turn us in, I'll just threaten to ruin his reputation, hell, chances are we'd probably just get sent to the institute..." he smiled, wagging his tail in a tired motion.
She merely shrugged in response,"Oh well." Iliria said, moving over to him and wrapping her arms around him in a loose holding hug,"I'm not so sure about any of that, so, we should likely make a run for it, but... before that..." she said, trailing off as she closed her eyes and pressed her muzzle firmly against his, slipping her thin, flexiable tongue past his lips and into his muzzle.
Daisuki allowed her tongue passage, as there wasn't much he could do to really stop it, not that he actually wanted to, which, of course, he didn't, so he slide his hands underneath her skirt and cupped her bottom, squeezing her fine, scaly cheeks.
"I love you, Owner Iliria..."
_"I love you too..." _
THE END
Bonus Anal ;D
Iliria showed a surprising amount of contentment as she lay in her bed with her body pillow, as he was currently called, though, as she slightly readjusted herself, she noticed a familiar hardness and chuckled slightly, looking at him,"...I don't remember asking you to enter sex doll mode..."she commented, shortly after that she narrowed her eyes a little and leaned herself forward a little.
Happy was the best way to describe the fox as he held Iliria, nuzzling his head against her slightly,"It's a malfunction... happens sometimes when I'm with you, owner Ilira," he answered, grinding his member against her nightgown covered rear, however, he was pushing his member against the fabric, as if he could penetrate her with her panties in the way.
The dragon remained silent for a time, as though thinking,"Hmm... perhaps I could make use of your sex doll mode..." she stopped to consider longer."Hmm... Yeah... go for it. You know the drill..." she said, whipping the bed with her tail a little as she adjusted to sit up.
He pulled back a bit and reached for the hem of her gown, pulling it up and off her, discarding it to the side; wanting her completely nude this time for this time,"Owner Iliria... you're body is sooo..." stared in awe and gazed at her scaled body.
"I know, I know... my body," she rolled onto her stomach, revealing her deep, violet panties to the fox, flicking her tail to the side, revealing her violet clad, purple colored rear end to the fox.
During that time raised his shirt over his head and threw it to the side, watching her get into position. The fox quickly slid off hos pants; along with his boxers,"Fuck..." he muttered, heaving out a lust filled sigh and getting behind her, reaching over he undid the hooks to her bra and dragged it out from underneath her, tossing it to the side as well.
She smiled slightly as she looked over her fox's bare body, tilting her head to the side and murring quietly,"Mmm... you aren't a half bad lookin' body..." she commented, sounding a bit tired, which possibly explained why she was so open to all of this at the moment,"Not that it matters but I'm happy to know you enjoy what you're looking at..."
Her comment plus the fact that she was topless, served to make Dai's already hard foxhood twitch; making him much more eager to begin,"I want you right now..." he said, grunting before reaching for her panties and pull them off, making little work of them as he slipped them off her feet,"Here we go..." he whispered, putting his hand on her ass and tugging her hips towards his, lining his foxhood with her dragon hole, he moaned as he did so, pushing his penis past her anal ring, slowly digging into her.
Hiking up her rear as much as she could without really lifting her legs at and spreading her legs to open her rear end more to the fox, letting out a quiet sigh of pleasure as he entered her,"Mmm..." she moaned, her moan getting louder the further he went.
The fox moaned deep in his throat as he finally hilted her, pushing her ass forward as he swirled his vulpine rod inside of her for a second,"T-this is sooo tight!" he groaned, as the feeling drove him to start humping at a relatively calm rate, he wanted to enjoy this warm dragon cavern,"And warm..." he moaned, making an inward thrust, 'N-no wonder Europeans do it sooo often...' he thought.
Begun to calmly and almost casually rock her rear back into the fox's thrusts, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her,_'This does feel quite good... n-no wonder the Europeans do it sooo much...' _she thought, moaning in her thrust as she was pushed forward a little, causing her breasts to sway from the motion of their thrusts.
Breathing a little heavily he leaned down and closed his eyes, grabbing Iliria's perfect dragon breasts and stirring his foxhood inside her once more,"N-now I'm going to do my piston move... anal edition..." he warned, tightening his gripe on her breasts and changing his speed setting to high, driving his foxy thrusts into Iliria at an intense and constant pace,"F-f-f-fuck..." he moaned, feeling his own voice vibrate from the amount of force and speed he was using.
She nodded quietly, just enjoying the sensation, as Dai began to speak, informing her of what was to come, though let out a somewhat loud gasp as she felt him enter jackhammer mode, only partially having expected it,"O-oh... oh yes...!" she moaned out in a somewhat hitched manner due to the fox's pace, her voice seeming to vibrate and ripple almost as much as her tight ass cheeks did with each hip collision.
Seethed in pain as he clenched his jaw and bared his fangs, relentlessly thrusting into her hole because the stimulation of her warm insides drove him to. This even went further than the last time they had done this, the fox wondered if his design was originally built for this purpose,"I-I can't stop..." he moaned, making the bed beneath them creak loudly.
After a good while of the pistoning fox's thrusts, she let out a moan of pure ecstasy, her holes both clenching in unison, though it was her rear passage's clenching that was most noticeable to her sex partner, her vaginal clenching over serving as a precursor to the fluid that she released in the conclusion of her orgasm her body going limp on the bed as it occurred.
Although Iliria had finished he found that he wasn't able to finish as quickly as she was and continued to thrust, even when Iliria went limp; effectively humping into a limp dragon. Though he hadn't come at the same moment as her, that didn't mean that his orgasm was too far away from hers, his came just under a few more pumps of his hips,"Ah!" he moaned loudly as he came into her, trying to push his member in further than was possible while he released he orgasm into his dragon.
Still laying limp, even as he finished filling her bowels with his seed, she let out a quiet groan of pleasure,"That... wasn't half bad..." she commented, in her standard bitchy way of holding back the true extent of her feelings on a matter."N... now... please re-enter body pillow mode... but... maybe... staying behind me for the time being..." she commented, in reference to the fact that he was obviously now stick inside of her.
Daisuki panted deeply as he nodded his head in a very tired looking manner, making them drop to their side with the fox still very attached to her, he was still even cumming in her a little, that meant that his knot probably had more time than they had time to be active,"T-thank you, Iliria... I love this new setting we just tried..." he complimented, taking another deep breath, feeling extremely winded.
"I'll... I'll start working out to make you feel even better..." he said, slowly started to massage her breasts in his hands, since they had never left there spot.
"That... would be nice, Footstool," she said with some deep, though more realized, breathing of her own as her eyes fell shut, her body about ready to give out,"Good night, Footstool..." she said, gradually checking out from conscious thought.
Daisuki leaned up with the last bit of his energy and pressed his his muzzle to the side of hers, since she had a muzzle he was still technically able to kiss her lips,"Good night, owner... Iliria..." he said, giving her a fond good night, just holding her from behind, closing his eyes and following Iliria's example.
This took a good long while to finish, I wanted to make it a little shorter but it seems I won't have that luck for this story. It was still pretty nice to work on! I hope you guys in the furry-world like it! I always wanted to make a sequel this where we explore Dai's and Iliria's backstories and how they'd try to become friends with Kiwan and maybe helping him out of his crazy life. Oh well... I still really enjoyed playing with a new mindset. I really like this version of my character, I know it's a little different but the intent was... fun and porn. lolz
This story was in a sense co-written with me and El Queso a while back. It was fun story!
*Anyways! I hope someone out there enjoys this story and has a good fap! *
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