Anniversary Weekend-Day Three
This is the third and final installment of the Anniversary weekend stories. Shorter than the others because it doesn't cover a full day. Standard warnings apply. Please comment.
Day the Third
Morning arrived with the same light that woke him the previous morning, and Angelo sighed to himself as awareness filled his head again. He knew it was the last day of the weekend, and most of the day would involve packing up and heading home. It was the end of their special time at the cabin, and that little fact just made him a little bit sad. It had been so fun, and now it was ending.
Still, it had been wonderful, Angelo thought to himself, cuddling closer to the warm pile of scales that was his master. He smiled at the sleeping dragon's face, imagining what his master was dreaming about, if anything. He hoped that it was of him, but he would be happy so long as his master was having good dreams.
He knew that his own had been wonderful. Dreams of his master's pleasure, of his own. There were dreams of the golden lake, of the wonderful stars at night. There were dreams of love, lust, and everything in between, where his master and him were inseparable, one being, just as they had been at the end of their lovemaking the night before. It made him grin, and made his morning wood throb, just thinking of that lovely sex, that perfect union, last night.
Leaning against his mate the way he was, his cock pressed against his dragon's scaly side. He knew his dragon's scales would be soaked with pre, but he didn't care. The two of them loved the musk of each other's arousal, and besides, they could always shower and get it clean that way. Not that he thought Draconicon really needed it, with him around.
Giggling to himself, Angelo pulled back from his master, and snuck out of the bed. He walked out of the bedroom, stroking a hand along the stocks at the foot of the bed as he did. He smiled fondly at the memory that brought about.
It didn't take him long to get downstairs and to the kitchen. Naked, he started pulling out stuff for breakfast later. He knew how his master loved playing around in the morning, but if he got the breakfast ready now, they'd be able to have more time before they left. More stuff prepared now would mean less to hurry around and do before they left.
Pulling on an apron to keep any grease or fat from splattering, he tossed some bacon strips into a pan and turned it on. A few eggs went into another, and from there, he just waited. After they went into the pan, all it took was waiting and flipping them in the right time. Draconicon cooked with him from time to time, and he picked up a few things from that.
Wiggling his rear back and forth a few times, just to feel the morning air on his naked butt, Angelo shifted to the refrigerator. "Raccy need some caffeine," he muttered to himself. Opening the refrigerator door, the mammal pulled out more than a few cans of Cola. He set them on the table, and popped one open, drinking it quickly. He almost guzzled it in his eagerness for his soda, wanting it in his system.
He drank almost the entire can in that one gulping session, his head held back and the can pressed tight to his lips. He guzzled down the Cola as fast as he could, but always managed to savor the flavor. By the time the can was empty, he was feeling a lot better, and grinned as he stood up. "Cola...always good in the morning," he said. He walked over to the counter, and crushed the can flat before tossing it into the recycling bin off to the side, on the other side of the counter.
As he made his way back to the stove, he was grabbed from behind. He grunted softly as he was pulled, and looked over his shoulder.
Seeing Draconicon's toothy grin, he chuckled, and licked his master's face. "Hello, Master. Eager for your morning pleasure?" he whispered as enticingly as he could, licking his lips as he did.
"Mmm, you know I am...I always am," his dragon whispered, rubbing his hands down and around Angelo's thighs, and then up, cupping his balls. Those scaly fingers made him moan as his master whispered more to him, whispering in his ear. "Such lovely balls...I just emptied them last night...how do you refill so fast, my love?"
"Mmm, you know why, master," he whispered, looking over his shoulder still. He pressed back with his hips, pushing his butt back against his master's groin. He felt his master's morning wood press back, harder, longer, thicker than his own, and he moaned softly. "I do it just for you. I know you love your chubby boi ready for you, ready to shoot cum all day long. Good thing you have a mate that's part tanuki. Nobody else could keep up with your lusts, master," he whispered, knowing the effects this had on his dragon.
Wiggling his backside against his master's cock, making his master moan, was all part of the job of being a pet. More than that, though, was his position as this dragon's mate. He loved his dragon, he loved Draconicon. He had, for two years, been his mate. He would never let that go. Never. Just as he knew that his dragon would never let him go. Mutual love for each other, considering one another a treasure, guaranteed that.
Pulling back from the moaning dragon, Angelo leaned over the counter a bit. The apron fell down in front of him, letting his master get a good look at his cock and balls, so full with a night of refilling. His rear, as hot as he knew it to be, was on perfect display to the dragon. He watched his master's eyes glue themselves to his butt, and he grinned to himself. "You love your pet's body, don't you? My chubby boi, sexy curved, bouncy body, here for you and you alone. You love it so much, always wanting to have me, to stick your big, hard cock in me, don't you?"
Each word that passed his lips had the dragon more and more hot and bothered. The big guy was staring at his butt like there was nothing else in the room. It was quite flattering. With a small smile, Angelo dropped his tail, making it cover his butt as he walked to the pans with the eggs and bacon, giving both of them a little flip to keep them from burning.
He felt his master's eyes following him around the kitchen, and he giggled softly to himself. He knew that his master wanted him, wanted him bad, but he wasn't going to get him. Not yet. "Calm down, master," Angelo said, looking over his shoulder with a teasing smile. "You gotta have your breakfast before you can have your fun, you know that. Now sit down, and let pet bring you your meal," he said with flick of his tail.
The dragon followed his orders, wonders of wonders. He was a little surprised at that, but he did have the leverage of sex over his master. When it came down to it, Angelo could last a lot longer without an orgasm than his master could, and it gave him some little bit of leverage with his master from time to time. After all, he thought, why would master ever go back to simple pawwing, when he could have raccoon tail, mouth, and other things with just a little extra effort?
Angelo slowly plated up the food, making sure to tease his master with occasional glimpses of his rear whenever he could. He wanted his master good and randy for their play later today, and he wanted to see how long he could deny a dragon that had an obvious need for him. Grinning softly at the thought of driving his master mad with lust, he walked back to the table with two plates, each equally laden with food and nearly falling off of the plate.
He passed his master's plate over the table before sitting down, grinning to himself. The silverware was already at the table, but he didn't really care about that. There was plenty of ways to eat this without silverware. Rubbing his hands together, Angelo pulled two stiff pieces of bacon off of the plate, and used it to puncture the yolk of his eggs. The gooey yellow yolk spread across the plate and he used his bacon to scoop up pieces of the egg and the yolk, eating it quickly. He had a surprise for master, but he needed to finish up his food first to be able to do the surprise.
Glancing across the table at his master, Angelo grinned. His dragon was savoring the food greatly, taking his time more than he usually did. Of course, he was using his silverware, so that would naturally slow him down. Angelo's bacon forks were edible, so that gave him the advantage. Turning his attention back to his plate, he ate his way through the remaining food as quickly as he could.
The eggs and bacon were quickly devoured, and he pushed his plate aside for the moment. He giggled softly to himself before diving under the table, moving across to his master's chair before the dragon could so much as ask him what he was doing.
He pressed his furry hands to the dragon's thighs, pushing them apart so he could get to the prize between them. Licking his lips at the sigh of his master's hardness, Angelo leaned in and kissed his master's cock. He kissed its base, and slowly made his way up the underside, kissing every inch of the underside on his way up to the tip of the cock. Grinning to himself, he patted it lightly before looking up from under the table at the moaning dragon.
Draconicon was moaning for him, and Angelo grinned to himself as he stroked his fingers along his master's cock. "Master loves his pet's touch, doesn't he?" he whispered, stroking the base and middle with his hands, feeling the ridges press back against his fingers. "Master loves pet's hands on his cock, his lovely, hot, pulsing cock. He wants pet to stroke him...to taste him," he whispered, pausing only to lick a drop of pre from the tip of the dragon's cock. "Master loves it when his pet does these things, doesn't he?"
The dragon most definitely did. The evidence of his hard cock notwithstanding, he was trembling, shivering, and he moaned softly each time he finished a sentence. Giggling a bit to himself, Angelo pulled the head of his master's cock into his mouth.
He loved the taste of his master's musk in his mouth. The more he moved his tongue, stroking it along the head of his mate's cock, stroking it above and under the head, the more of the taste he got. Lovely, lovely, lovely taste, he thought to himself. His master's cock was tasty, and he loved it in his mouth. He sucked it deep into his throat, his tongue lashing along the bottom of his dragon's cock. Licking, lashing his master's cock, he moaned softly, his tongue vibrating gently against it.
Still, this was only to be teasing, and he reluctantly pulled his lips back along the dragon's length. He moaned softly as it popped out of his mouth, and sighed to himself. "Delicious, such a delicious cock," Angelo muttered softly to himself.
Squirming his way out from under the table, Angelo sighed to himself. "You really have a wonderful tasting cock, Draconicon," he said, patting his mate on the cheek before picking up their respective plates. He walked over to the sink, swishing and swaying his hips from side to side, showing off his chubby curves and swaying backside.
The dragon's whimpers and moans followed him, and he giggled lightly to himself. It was always fun to tease his master. He just had to make sure that he didn't push it too far, or his master would just pounce him and take what he wanted, and if he did that, the two of them wouldn't get a thing done.
"Why don't you go upstairs and start packing up, Master?" Angelo asked, his hands already busily scrubbing the plates under some hot water. "I'll have this stuff cleaned up in a few minutes, and I'll join you upstairs. We need a little bit of end of the weekend fun, don't you think? You think while you pack, and I'll think while I clean. I bet we'll come up with something wonderful together."
Smiling over his shoulder at his master, he watched as the dragon walked away from the table. Even from here, the raccoon could see that his master had a massive erection, a very needy one. Given half a chance, he knew his master would just squeeze an orgasm out, but that was why he had suggested a treat for one another. That way, his master wouldn't just paw off. It took a little while to understand how a dragon thought, but when you understood them, it was amazing how predictable they became.
Giggling to himself at the thought of his master going up and packing up, Angelo set his own thoughts to the perversions they could enjoy before they left. He already had a few ideas, but he wanted to get them more refined before bringing them up.
Still, he might as well just wait. The dragon that was his mate and master might be predictable, but he did have a more perverted mind that he did.
~~~
Draconicon grinned softly as he walked into the bedroom again. He started packing up the paddles, and taking apart the stocks that they'd used just last night. He chuckled to himself as he worked, his erection slapping against his thighs, reminding him of how horny his mate had made him.
That had been slick of his mate. In any other occasion, if they'd had the time, he would have leaped onto his mate and tugged him to the ground, and taken him right there. Promising him a treat, after doing that much under the table, was the only way he could have avoided that. "Angelo, my love, you are a crafty little bandit, aren't you?" he muttered to himself.
The stock came apart easily enough. It wasn't like it was supposed to hold together permanently, after all, and even without the instructions, he was able to take it apart and pack it away without any real trouble. It didn't fit in the box again all that well, but it was good enough. It fit, anyway.
Piling the boxes on top of one another, Draconicon carried them from the house to the car. He snuck a little glimpse of his mate as he passed by, enjoying the sight of his raccoon's butt. It wasn't that it was rare for him to see it, but he loved his mate enough that he could just at Angelo for hours. He'd not even do anything but look, and he'd still be happy. He didn't know why, but it was good to love his raccoon that much.
Shaking his head as he walked out the front door, Draconicon paused on the stairs. He took a moment to appreciate the smell of the cool morning air, out here away from the cities. It was clean, cool, and crisp. Weak breezes blew over the cabin, and over his unclothed body. He smiled to himself at the feel of the wind's caress over his crotch. "Even nature wants to tease me today," he muttered to himself as he walked down the stairs, the smooth wood feeling good to his bare feet, and the dusty but smooth driveway feeling better.
He wondered if Angelo was watching him from the cabin, and resisted the urge to turn around. Still, if he was, he might as well put on a bit of a show, he thought. The dragon smiled to himself as he leaned over the car trunk, sighing softly. His tail lifted, he let himself almost fall into the trunk, lifting one leg off of the ground. His feet weren't the cleanest right now, but they were still tease worthy, he knew. He flashed the underside of one foot at the raccoon he was sure was watching him, curling and wiggling his toes in the way he knew would make his raccoon go a little nuts.
He held that pose for a few seconds as he pushed the little boxes into the back of the trunk, and pushed the larger box with the stocks in it against them. "I guess that's as long as I can hold that pose," he muttered to himself after a moment. Pushing himself back from the car, he looked up and over his shoulder. The slight blur of fur told him all that he needed to know, and he chuckled to himself. "I thought he was watching," he muttered to himself.
Jogging from the car to the steps, the dragon quickly climbed up them to the cabin. There was a suitcase inside, still, but that he could take that to the car later. He'd already gotten his idea of what he wanted to do with his love, before they left for home, and he wanted to start as soon as possible.
Opening the front door, he noticed that his raccoon wasn't in sight. It wasn't surprising. The paper walls were made into a maze, since he'd gone down to the car for a few minutes. If Angelo was down here, he could hide for a while and there'd be no chance of finding him, normally. More nimble and smaller than he was, Angelo could move through the maze silently, and hide for hours.
Normally, that would be the case. In this case, though, it would be a little easier. Chuckling to himself, Draconicon sniffed at the air. He didn't have as strong a sense of smell as a canine did, but he could smell the trail of bacon and eggs that slipped from the raccoon. Draconicon smiled to himself, and followed the trail. It grew stronger and weaker by the second, mostly because Angelo was moving, but Draconicon had the scent, and he wouldn't be denied.
It only took him a few minutes to find his way through the paper wall maze and find his mate, crouched down and peeking through a small hole in one of the walls. "Gotcha!" he yelled with a grin on his face. He flew through the air, tackling his mate and flying through the paper wall easily. They slipped and slid along the floor for a few yards before coming to a giggling halt.
Somehow, Angelo had rolled them around in midair, and had made it so the dragon was the one that went flat on the ground, pinned by the raccoon straddling his chest. He laughed a bit at the position, and tugged Angelo down by the shoulders, pulling him into a kiss.
The two of them held that kiss for a good few minutes. It was warm, and loving, and as far from chaste as they could get. Their tongues stroked one another, holding them in a wrestling hold. The dragon's tongue easily won that, the forked tips stroking and tickling the insides of the raccoon's mouth as it wrapped itself around Angelo's tongue, holding it still.
Their tongues wrestled with one another for the entire kiss until they both had to pull back for air. Draconicon gasped softly to himself as he sucked in air, but still, he couldn't help giggling a bit to himself at the way his pet was gasping just as hard. "We look...like a pair...of fish out...of water," he said, panting.
"Yeah...but happy fish," Angelo said, still panting but grinning like a fool. Just like Draconicon knew that he was doing. Thinking about that made him laugh again, and this time, he just couldn't stop, not with a kiss, not with anything until it was done.
Angelo laughed with him, both of them just enjoying each other with laughter and love. They hugged one another, holding each other up as they shook with mirth.
It took them a full ten minutes to get themselves under control again. Panting and sucking breath as they finally finished laughing, getting each other to calm down, they enjoyed one another's touch. They stroked one another, down the back and arms, and over chest and belly. Scales and fur rubbed each other as they pulled one another into another tight embrace.
Slowly, they pulled apart, though they both had a reaction to so much touching. Smiling, Draconicon reached down to his leaking cock, and stroked it a few times, rubbing his hand against the tip, soaking it with the pre on the tip. "Mmm, you have me so horny, my love," he whispered. "You're so hot, so lovely, so sexy. I need you, so much, love," Draconicon grinned as he spoke, his pre covered hand slowly reaching down and grabbing hold of Angelo's cock.
He stroked his raccoon's cock a few times as he slowly stood up, and tugged his pet along. He used his mate's member as a handle, or a hand grip, pulling the raccoon along by his hard on. "Come on, love, I have a great idea of what we can do, to seal the memory of this weekend as perfect," Draconicon said with a wide grin.
Tugging the raccoon along by leash and by cock, the dragon made his way to the single couch on the bottom floor of the cabin. He sat them both on it, Angelo on one side of it, him on the other. He slowly turned on the couch, pressing his feet against the raccoon's lap, and pulling his raccoon's legs up so that they were doing the same.
His toes wiggled lightly, pressing against the raccoon's cock. He slid it between his big toe and the smaller, slightly thinner one next to it. "You know, you haven't given me a footjob yet this weekend, and I haven't given you one. I think we need to fix that," Draconicon whispered, feeling pre spurt against the bottom of his foot. He wiggled his foot side to side, letting the pre splatter against the different spots of his feet. "After all, what kind of loving, lusting weekend would it be, without a bit of foot fetish, hmm?"
Angelo nodded at him, and he felt the raccoon's fuzzy feet move against his groin. He knew those flexible toes would soon be wrapped around his cock, as they always did. He panted softly in anticipation, in excitement at the feelings of the warm, fuzzy pads stroking against the sides of his shaft.
He slowly adjusted his feet so that they pressed against each side of Angelo's member. He tilted them, making it less of a footjob than a foot and cock sandwich. His feet sandwiched the raccoon's member between them, and pressed inwards, squeezing, holding, rubbing it with the unique texture of dragon foot scales. His raccoon panted softly, and he grinned at the levels of arousal he knew his pet was feeling.
His own arousal was burning hot, with the feeling of the raccoon's feet pressing against his cock. The toes squirmed, dancing up and down his cock. They pressed against the sensitive flesh in little milking motions, pressing his pre up from the base of his cock towards the tip, pulling it out with each dancing little series of taps, moving it up out of his cock.
"Oh, heavens, Angelo you're good," Draconicon whispered as he humped up against the feet on his cock. "You're better at this every time. Good pet, good raccoon," he whispered softly, leaning back a bit more on the couch, but never letting his feet stop working on his mate's cock.
~~~
Angelo was panting just as hard as his master was, but he still moved his feet around more. He wanted his master to cum first. He wanted his dragon, his mate, his love, to feel pleasure and climax first. And he wanted his mate's cum all over his feet.
But that was so hard to keep in mind, with the way his master's feet felt over his cock. Double footjobs like this always were difficult, because he loved how master's cock felt on his feet, and he loved how master's feet felt on his cock. It made him pant, feeling the sweaty, smooth scales rubbing up and down the sides of his sensitive member. He could barely keep himself from thrusting up against those feet, barely barely barely. The word wasn't good enough for the difficulty this was, but it was all he had.
It only got harder as those slick scales rubbed up and down his cock. Sandwiched as it was, his entire shaft was enclosed in warm foot flesh. It made him pant in pleasure, the smooth, warm scales of his master's feet rubbing against his cock, and his pre flowed freely down onto his master's feet.
He was not about to be outdone by his master, though.
His flexible toes wrapped around his master's member, gripping it like fingers. They twisted lightly, pulling as he started pawwing off his dragon's cock. Angelo grinned at the moans his master made, and sped up, his feet moving up and down the dragon's cock as fast as he could.
He felt the pulsing of his master's cock against the pads on his feet. It pulsed hard, showing just how horny his master was. Grinning softly, he paused in his pumping to squeeze his master's cock, from the base to the tip. He pressed his feet in against his master's cock as hard as he could, holding his master's member between his feet. His feet squeezed it tightly, adding pressure, making the pre inside shoot out faster.
The raccoon's toes pressed against every sensitive part on his master's cock. He knew how to pleasure his master, he knew the sensitive spots, but it was difficult to hit them with his feet like this. His dancing toes were working their hardest, but the growing pleasure from his cock was making it difficult to concentrate on this.
His cock was bursting with pleasurable sensations, rubbing against his master's feet. Draconicon's toes weren't as dexterous as his, but they were still dancing along his cock. Each little dance, each five taps they made along his shaft, drew pre from his cock. They pulled it from his balls, like a bucket from a well. Both scaly feet pressed tight as they jerked him off, and he was so close to orgasm, so very close.
He panted as he sped up his feet, leaving the finesse behind. Master would cum first, that was the way it had to be.
Angelo's feet jerked at his master's cock, pressing against it as hard as he could press. The pads, sweaty and slick, rubbed up and down the dragon's dick, pulling it, stroking it, jerking it off in the way only a raccoon's feet could really pull off. It was the ultimate high speed footjob, and he knew that his master couldn't hold out against it for long.
He was right. The dragon roared in pleasure as he came, shooting stream after stream up against his feet. Angelo moved his feet to the tip of the dragon's cock, curling his toes around the tip so that each stream of cum splattered against his toes, slipped under them, and generally just made his feet as cum covered and messy as was possible.
But that was all he could do. The dragon was pressing his feet hard against Angelo's cock, and his poor member couldn't take any more stimulation. Chirring as hard as his dragon had roared, Angelo came as well, shooting his own respectable load against his master's feet.
Panting, he fell back against his side of the couch. His entire body was shaking, his feet spasming lightly against his master's member, rubbing the cum against the retreating shaft so that they would be clean before he pulled them back. His head, his mind, seemed filled with sparks of pleasure, dancing around inside of his skull. It was amazing when they did this, plain amazing.
Slowly, he pulled himself back together, pulling his head together. Angelo looked at his master with a small smile, and pulled his feet back from the dragon's groin. He lifted one of them, wiggling it back and forth in front of his master's face. "Could pet have master clean the cum from his toes?" Angelo asked.
The dragon smiled at him, and pulled his toes into his scaly mouth. Angelo watched his toes disappear into the dragon's mouth, disappearing into that hungry maw. The flexible, strong tongue inside played over his toes, and he giggled at the way it tickled the spots between his toes where most of the cum had landed. It made him shiver a bit, twitching from side to side as he half heartedly fought against the grip of the dragon's lips. He giggled softly, and he playfully tugged against his master's grip.
He didn't have the slightest chance of pulling his foot free, considering Draconicon grabbed him by the ankle as soon as he started pulling. His dragon gave him a warning look before returning to his licking and loving of the foot in front of him. The dragon was panting softly as he continued licking, and Angelo chuckled a bit as he noticed his mate's cock rising again.
"You really love my feet, don't you, Drac?" Angelo muttered with a smile. He reached up his free foot and stroked his dragon's face with the toes, getting a smile in return from that. "I know you do, you love mine just as much as I love yours."
The dragon grinned at him, and tugged on the ankle again. The way his master was getting, Angelo knew they weren't going to get down to the car for a while.
He smiled. That was quite alright with him.
~~~
Draconicon panted softly as he finally pulled himself away from his mate. The couch they were on was stained with many different sprays of cum, some dry, some fresh. The musk of sex coated in it such a way that he doubted that it would ever be clean completely. Still, that didn't bother him. Didn't bother him in the least, considering how much fun he'd had with Angelo.
He smiled down at the sweaty, messy raccoon on the couch with him. His feet were almost white from all the times he'd sprayed his cum on them, and were doubtlessly quite slick. "Man, I always forget just how good your feet are until we spend this much time together," Draconicon muttered softly. He reached down and picked up his love, carrying him in his arms.
Carrying the almost catatonic raccoon along with him to the car, he stopped at the door. He considered heading back upstairs to pick up the clothes they had left from when they'd gotten here, but discarded the thought, putting it on the shelf for now. They had spent a good weekend here, but now it was time to go home.
Grabbing a blanket from near the door with his tail, he walked down the stairs. Both of them were as bare as the day they were born, but at least Angelo would be able to have something covering him on the ride home.
Pausing only to lock the door, the dragon walked down the steps speedily and readily. He sighed softly to himself as he reached the car, holding his mate in one hand as he opened it and slid his love into the passenger seat. He buckled him in, and shut the door gently. Getting in on his side, he wrapped the blanket he carried around the raccoon before sliding his seatbelt on and turning the key in the ignition.
The engine turning on woke up the raccoon, and Angelo looked at him with a giddy little smile. "We going home now, Drac?" he whispered.
"Yes," Draconicon said with a small smile of his own. He reached out and hugged his pet around the shoulder, pulling him close so they could lean on one anther as he drove. "Yes, we're going home. Happy anniversary, Angelo," he said.
"Happy anniversary, Draconicon. Happy anniversary," Angelo whispered as they drove away from the cabin, and towards their home again.