The Dreamy Prey
The Dreamy Prey
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After a long day, the eighteen year old foxxy boy, crashed upon his bed. He thought
about the hectic work he had experienced that day...he wasn't sure if even wanted
to go back. Overall, he was very stressed out. He wanted nothing more than for his
life to change..or at the very least, something new to happen. He didn't have anyone
to complain to, or be hugged by; he felt like he was in a prison and loneliness was
his cellmate.
He sighed softly and rubbed his snow white fur, trying not to think of it. He turned to
his side and he saw the posters on his wall... He created a lot of drawings of dragon;
there were other creatures as well, but the dragon was easily the most prominent,
they were his favorite after all. He grinned to himself at the thought of finally meeting
one someday, he wondered if they would like his drawing; although they weren't that
good.
A short while passed as his music played and he thought of what to expect the next
day...or rather hope of what would happen the next day. Even though he mostly
thought about serious things, his mind quickly wandered into naughty places. He
kept a stern face while his eyes listed back to his dragon drawing. Almost without
control, his sight led to the legs...and progressively towards......
He coughed to himself and rubbed his eyes, shutting his eyes and quickly becoming
frustrated. What was the point of pleasuring himself? He'd been plauged by the
mandatory teenage hormones for years...he'd already done it so many times before.
It was really sad that he didn't have anyone to ask to get together with and he knew
that even if he did, he wouldn't have the courage to ask anyway. Simply put,
masturbation was no fun to him anymore, even with his 'overactive' imagination to
spice things up.
Once again, he decided to stop thinking about it. He bundled himself up in his
blankets and slowly, his consciousness faded.
......It was the middle of the night, our little foxxy boy was deep asleep with his
music still on. Outside the window, a mysterious visitor gazed in. Even though the
window was locked, it opened without a sound. With a cool breeze flowing into the
room, a large scaly paw stepped upon the carpet. Soon enough, a large four legged
form slinked gracefully through the window. If the fox was awake, he would be
overjoyed to see that a hazel scaled dragon had stepped into his room. The room
was barely big enough for it to stand but it didn't seem to mind.
The dragon was here on a hunt. He always came out to hunt for a new prey every
month or so, and now it was the foxxy's turn. A smirk cracked on his scaly lips and
his brown hair covered starry eyes sparkled as he gazed at his prey with satifaction.
What luck for him! He had just chosen a random house to swoop down on and he
landed himself a cute fox boy; his personal favorite kind of prey.
Like a snake, he slithered (on legs of course) to the bed. Looking down to the
snoozing fox, he examined him thouroughly. The fox had brilliant white fur with a
light pink nose; the draggy hadn't seen that coloration before, he thought it was really
cute. Descending his head, the draggy sniffed at the fox; the smell of the kind of hair
products he used left a burning sting in his nose. Then where the boy had been
during the day came next to him, albiet faint, thanks to that crappy shampoo...... The
draggy could smell food and dirt over him, some grease and detergent......there
wasn't anyone else's scent on him..... Was the foxxy boy single? It was shocking, he
was so cute, why would he be so lonely!?
The dragon gazed around the room.....Just by the roomitself, he gathered a lot of
information about the kid; He was definately a lonely person, he loved music a lot,
and drew many things. The draggy titled his head when he saw the drawings of
dragons on the wall. He closely examined them all until he stumbled upon a peculiar
picture. It was a very skilled and detailed sketch of a dragon sitting on it's haunches.
At closer inspection, the dragon found himself blushing as the the dragon in the
drawing looked just like him. This foxxy boy's gotta be famous somewhere....
He was perfect. The draggy found himself especially lucky, it seemed he had found
the perfect prey. Smiling to himself, he leaned back to the sleeping fox. Slowly and
softly, the draggy licked his furry cheek and nuzzled him, purring softly.
No more delays; he had to get to business. Time to tame his prey and he couldn't be
happier to tame this one. The scaly snout traveled down the fox's neck, licking the
collar of the sleeping one. Other than that damn shampoo, he smelled quite delicous.
Soon, the draggy's tongue was traveling down the foxxy's body, from his cute little
chest down his belly. A light musty scent picked up in his nostrils as he reached
lower.
Dirty thoughts slowly filled his head... Closer and closer his large snakelike tongue
slithered past the waistline of the pants. At last, he reached the prize. It didn't take
much else to bring the horny dragon to his next step. It was no challange in removing
the pants, they were already past the foxxy's knees in seconds. He removed them
covering like he was unwrapping a present, what was inside definately made him
excited.
There it was, exposed to the air and caught in his gaze, the foxhood. Covered in the
same white fur that kept the rest of his body warm. To say it was well-formed would
have been quite an understament; it not only looked very healthy and clean, they
seemed quite...juicy for a foxhood. The dragon made no noise other than the same
soft purr, but he was jumping for joy inside his head.
He glanced up to the foxxy snoozing away, he didn't seem like he was gonna wake
up anytime soon. With that in mind, a slithering tongue traveled to lightly lick the
warm and soft sheath. He tickled the tip, slowly coaxing it to hardness. The foxxy let
a soft moan in his sleep; the dragon thought playfully at what direction his dream
must have been going. The tongue continued to tickle the sheath and traveled down
to the sack where it traveled around them until they were wrapped completely by
the warm and wet tongue. The foxxy continued to moan as his lovesack was gently
squeezed and carassed by the draggy's tongue. It didn't take much of this treatment
to bring out the now fully exposed and wanting member; it pulsed with the fox's
heartbeat.
Considering that the dragon's head was at least as big as the fox's chest, the fully
hardened foxhood still apeared large; much to this naughty draggy's delight. Saliva
traveled down the draconic tounge and wettened the member. As the tounge snaked
it's way to wrap around the shaft, there was a small spurt of precum from the foxxy's
tip. The draggy smiled at the thought of how much the fox must have been enjoying
his 'dream'; he always made sure his prey enjoyed did so.
The sleeping fox grunted softly and, to the dragon, very cutely. Hi fuzzy lips slightly
quivered as he moaned softly and his fuzzy paws taveled up his belly to the draggy's
snout. The pads of the paws rubbed the cold scales; this brought a heavy blush in
the dragon. The paws began to slightly push on his nostrils, lowering the dragon's
lips to the tip of the pulsing foxhood.
The dragon laughed quitely to himself as his head lowered upon the tip of the
foxhood. His draconic lips sucked on the head, sucking the pre while the tongue
messaged the fox. The fox was then moaning and breathing deeper than before,
small beads of sweat formed on his fuzzy forehead and a deep blush showed
through his white fur. His left paw remained on the snout, slowly caressing it while
his right returned to the bed, clawing vigorously at the sheets.
The draggy's leaned on his front elbows while his scaly paws slowly rubbed the fox's
hips, from the buttock to the base of his foxhood. He sucked sweetly on the full
length of the cock, bobing his head slightly, and his tounge tickling the head on the
inside. With a soft purr, an extra touch of vibration was added to an already blissful
experience for the fox, adding that oh so brilliant touch of "murr" to the moment.
Draggy knew what he was doing and Foxxy, no matter how hard could have tried,
would never be able to resist the climax. In only a short while, the fox released many
deep breaths and yipped quietly; thrusting into the Draggy's smiling muzzle softly
before a warm gooey liquid burst from the foxhood. A few small spurts of the
foxxy's seed landed on the dragon's tongue, who savored the taste before
swallowing it; he licked and suckled for more until the fox ran dry.
Nearly gasping, the bewildered fox boy awakens. He glances around the room until
he sees a large dragon licking his member clean. He gasped and froze, somewhat
scared and definately confused.
The draggy looked up and smiled softly. He seemingly released an aura of
friendliness that reassured the fox that everything was alright. The fox smiled back
before looking to his spent member and his blush returns. He kept looking at himself
and the dragon nervously before the draggy leaned forward and gave a sweet lick
on his fuzzy lips.
Seemingly not in full control of himself, the foxxy leans forward and holds the scaly
muzzle with his paws and kiss the scaly lips in the sweetest way he could think of.
The reciever blushed and held the fox in his warm paws in a sort of really big hug.
The dragon murrs and lick the fox's forehead before laying him back down on the
bed.
Now it was Draggy's turn. He carefully stands over the fox, looking down sweetly.
His claw on right paw rips part of the sheet and he slightly stumbles around the
room, knocking over a lamp and picture with his large tail. He finally got where he
wanted. He sat at the end of the bed, gazing lustfully down at the fox before rubbing
his lower abdomen with his paw.
Foxxy boy couldn't help but blush witha huge shock at the sight of the Dragon's fully
erect member. He couldn't tell much with the dim lighting but it had to be at least
sixteen or eighteen inches and maybe three of five inches round. Maybe the ideal
dragonhood, maybe not; he didn't know. What he did know was there was no way
he could take it....it would tear him apart.
Fortunatately for Foxxy Boy, the dragon wasn't planning to do that. Instead, he
leaned forward and lick the fox's cheek in a way that coaxed him to come forward,
The fox did so, the dragon maneuvered his tail to push the fox's back until his
forehead bumped into his wanting member.
It seemed pretty obvious what he had to do. The fox held the rock like member and
looked at it with a kind of fearful dread...but at the same time, inside, he felt really
dirty and he knew he loved it. He wasn't ashamed of it, he could admit that this was
even a slight fantasy for him...he just never believed it would actually happen....
He looked up to see the draconic lustful grin, waiting for him to start. The musky
scent seemd to fill his mind and he couldn't hold himself and his doubts faded. He
slowly moved and proceeded to lick the large head. As his tongue traveled the
pulsing head, a deep lustful purr erupted from the dragon, who leans down and licks
the foxxy's neck. While he licked away like at a giant lollipop, his paws messaged
the veiny sides of the large shaft. He could feel the warm blood rushing through it as
the cock pulsed madly with delight. He even tried to take in the head but he could
only barely make it past the tip, so he resumed licking and caressing.
There was a large spurt of clear precum and it slowly dribbled down the sides of the
dragonhood, being licked up by the foxxy and dribbling over his paws; some natural
lube from the message. The draggy was clearly enjoying this treatment, murring,
purring and even moaning with his tongue dropping past his lips. The dragyy
released a deep breath before leaning forward, slowly pushing the fox back onto his
bed.
He stood over him and his huge dragonhood rubbed against the furry white chest,
matting it with pre. The fox hardly even noticed that he was on his back again as he
licked the urethra hole and practically hugged the throbbing member. As the dragon
gave slight thrusts, pushing into the fox's face, he couldn't believe how good this all
felt; the fox boy was a natural at this...the prey of his dreams.
It wasn't long before the dragon arrived at his climax. As he tried to thrust as little as
possible into the licking fox boy, he let out a soft quiet but deep roar as his throbbing
cock spurt out a single string of steaming hot seed onto the foxxy's neck and lips;
quickly being followed by several large release of hot cum all over the fox's head,
tongue and chest. There was no way around it, everything was a huge mess. As the
dragon bit into one of the pillows as he shot his final streams, the bed's sheets were
hopelessly ruined.
In the afterglow of it all, the rested with a deep breath of relaxation. He had been so
into the dragon's climax that he didn't realize that he had orgasmed a second time
against the dragon's member. He murred softly as he looked up to the exhuasted
dragon.
The draggy glanced down with a sweet grin and started licking the fox's face clean.
While licking the fox, he receieved a deep kiss on his lips. He saw the fox smile a
smile that could a make a demon cry as he held the dragon's large paw and cuddled
with it. With a soft smile, the draggy stopped licking and cuddled the fox in his
forelegs like a doll, he nuzzled the tired furry and licked his forehead. He released a
deep purr as he continued cuddling before they both fell asleep, cudding each other.
....The next morning...
The foxxy boy awoke in his bed, warm comfy and dry. His eyes slowly opened and
he eventually....no one in his room. He raised an eyebrow and sat up on his bed.....
His and sheets were arr sll dry, no cuts slashes in them...like they hadn't even been
touched. He looked around; the window was shut and locked, The picture were all
in their places and the lamp still stodd in it's place, unshattered..... Something didn't
seem right, he looked down his body, his clothes were on....but he looked in his
pants to see that.........he had a wet dream.
Dammit!! Of course it was a dream.....it seemed to good to be true...that's because
it wasn't true. Dejectedly, he got up and grapped a pair of clothes and head to the
bathroom...he needed a shower.
A half hour later, he stepped out of the curtains, dried himself off and proceed to
brush his fur. As he was taking care of the little things, a small thought occured to
him; he had a habit of leaving things in his pockets... He stopped and searched the
pockets of his pants. Indeed, there was something. He pulled it out and he saw.... a
note with a heart on it.... It read:
"_Good morning. I must say you were a good catch, a dream come true in
fact. Hmhm, it seems I have already fallen for you. I want you to know that you
aren't alone anymore. I love you so much that I couldn't bring myself to take you
away last night....I need to prepare things for you anyway. Take this last day to
resolve your things; the hunter will be back for his prey! When that time comes, you
will be powerless to resist me, my love._
Love, (A Mask symbol is in place of the signature)
.....There was a huge blush on his face. So it wasn't a dream? It really happened?
He was silent as he read it over again.....
If it was, he could have taken him away and he would have been fine with it. Oh
well, this last day could useful..... In any case... he couldn't wait for the day end.
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