Till Death 4
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Till Death
by Rune
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Chapter 4
Radon Orange
*This is part of a 6-chapter furry sci-fi story about a long-distance gay romance that goes horribly right. As a fair warning, the story is a tragedy and features very graphic portrayal of not just sex, but sickness and death. This chapter contains vomit and scat (not fetishized), drug use, and gay anal knot sex.*
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Wincing, Dorn quickly pulled himself off of Drazzy's hot cock by his warm shoulders. He yelped as the cock ripped painfully through the flesh of his asshole, the head popping out with an agonizing jolt.
In response, the muzzle's teeth unclamped from his shoulder.
He moaned from sharp pangs in his gut. Intense hot pain began to work its way up his chest...
"Drazzy," he moaned, falling onto all fours, "I'm going to... to..."
His stomach began punching him in the gut. Primal terror flowed through every muscle in his body as his arms and legs grew numb, yet tingled painfully. His whole body doubled over agonizingly hard as... a bracelet-adorned green arm suddenly swung a white plastic bucket in front of his face from behind some of the cushions, and he vomited into it.
Drazzy had thought of everything.
His whole body doubled over in tingling pain as his own gut punched him like a fist, over and over. Vomit burned his tongue and mouth as it flooded out of his muzzle.
His gut kept punching him so hard he couldn't breathe even after there was nothing left in his stomach.
At last, his gut stopped reeling, and he panted frantically for air while still on all fours. His throat still burned a bit.
The bucket in front of him glowed with green globs floating in his vomit. He'd emptied himself of Drazzy's radioactive cum.
The bucket slid away, and Drazzy stepped through the dark hallway in the side of the living room-kitchen away from the large curving window. He heard the bucket being poured out, and a toilet flushing.
Drazzy's beautiful glowing body stepped back towards him, the chains between his ankle bracelets jingling. The empty bucket, still reeking of vomit, was placed in front of him by a green hand.
Dorn managed to steady himself to a kneeling position. His stomach throbbed in pain. His heart was pounding, his paws still tingling painfully. He heard a faucet running. Then Drazzy's gorgeous green-blue form walked up to him, holding a crystal clear glass of water shining with the green light of the hand that held it.
"Drink thiz az zoon az you can, Dojji," Drazzy said softly, "You don't want to get dehydrated."
Dorn took the glass and set it down on the floor next to the bucket. His stomach was still so sore he wasn't sure if he could keep the water down if he drank it.
They knew this would happen. The first few hours would be perhaps the worst. His body was reeling from the lethal dose of radiation he just received from Drazzy's body... and the cum he was absorbing into his own body at that very moment.
His stomach was no longer visible within him, but his asshole and colon and a little bit of his intestines glowed green inside him. His ass couldn't reject things by throwing up, so he would absorb the radioactive cum in his ass for sure.
He took a few sips of the cold water, then leaned back onto the soft cushions.
He heard Drazzy step into the kitchen and open a cabinet. Then he walked down the hallway, rummaging around an unseen room. Finally, he returned with two small shining cylinders in his hands.
He knelt down by Dorn and put a shiny plastic pocket lighter on the floor to wrestle with a small metal cylinder. He grunted a few times, pulling on it from different angles, until finally what at first appeared to be a solid piece of metal unscrewed open. Inside a metal radiation-proof jar was a small cardboard box marked in an alien language. Drazzy pulled it out and put the radiation-proof jar and its lid down with metal clinks. He tore open the box to reveal... two dozen white cigarettes.
Slowly, through the pain in his gut and numbness in his limbs, Dorn remembered the anti-nausea medication. Like the drugs he'd taken earlier on the starship: the liquid to keep his kidneys functioning and the pills to slow down the death of his intestines, this had been carefully chosen in their months of planning. The anti-nausea drug had to be inhalable, in case his stomach was too sick to keep pills down... like it was now. He was so sick he couldn't even speak...
Dorn made eye contact with Drazzy's three pairs of glowing eyes and nodded.
A warm, yellow glow cut across Drazzy's blue and green light as he flicked the lighter. The end of a lit cigarette passed into Dorn's paw.
Dorn winced. The drug reeked like a skunk lit on fire. But if he didn't breathe the smoke in, he'd spend his last days sick and vomiting...
Slowly, he brought it to his lips and took a short, tentative breath...
A horribly sour flavor passed over his tongue, mingling with the lingering salty aftertaste of cum. Almost instantly, he felt every fiber in his body relax. He took more sour breaths of the cigarette's stench. Tingling joy emerged from his forehead and washed across every inch of his skin... he was getting some kind of buzz from the alien drug!
Looking up at the faint blue circle in the ceiling, Dorn heard Drazzy pick up the jar, cigarette pack, and lighter and put them aside. Then warm, gentle touches came to the fur of his side, his cheek, his shoulder. Slowly, Drazzy crawled alongside him, licking his neck and fur comfortingly.
Dorn continued inhaling the drug with almost every breath. Slowly, the numbness left his limbs while the pain in his stomach dulled. By the time he had burned away half the cigarette, his stomach was settled... and a euphoric joy from the drug was tingling up and down his body.
"I think," said Dorn, "I've had enough."
He passed the cigarette to Drazzy, and it's yellow glow disappeared into the metal radiation-proof jar. The nasty sour burning smell still lingered in his nose.
Weak and exhausted, but happy, Dorn turned onto his side and wiggled tightly into the soft cushions... and the warmth of Drazzy's smooth skin. Warmth flooded his back as his love's chest pressed against him. A warm hand pressed firmly against his belly, further soothing its dull ache. A warm green arm wrapped around his shoulder and chest, while warm legs entwined with his legs, and a smooth tail with warm lumps wrapped into the fur of his tail. And hot, loving licks came across his ear, his cheek, his shoulder...
Tears of joy welled in his eyes. The languid afterglow and tingling high mixed together into pure ecstasy. Mentally, he knew that the time for pleasure was already over and things would get much worse before he died, but in that moment, spooned against his love in the soft cushions, every fiber of his body felt like everything would be alright...
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A warm, lumpy tail slid through Dorn's legfur, and a leg straddled over his thigh.
Instinctively, Dorn leaned back, snuggling closer to the warm chest pressing against his back. The snaking neck of his love wrapped around the top of his head, between his ears.
Hot breaths billowed in his headfur while faint breathing pressed rhythmically against his back.
Dorn's paw absently found its way into a warm hand, and he clutched it.
In response, the hand's long fingers meshed between his claws and gently grabbed his paw.
He felt a smile creep over his muzzle as every muscle in Dorn's body relaxed in bliss, and he sank deep into the pillows...
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Dorn jolted awake with a pain in his ass, the side of a white plastic bucket in front of his eyes... it stank of vomit.
He sat up, throwing smooth, warm green arms and legs off. Daylight filtered through the long tinted window, past a pair of potted blue and green tendrils glowing faintly. The hard tan floor of the apartment was littered with the crumpled pieces and hard plastic helmet of a blue plastic radiation suit, torn-up khaki pants, a fine black and gold shirt lying in front of an orange plastic chair with a long slit for flesh-horns in its back...
"Dojji?" came Drazzy's low-pitched voice alongside him. His shimmering blue-green form rose up alongside him, six faintly glowing eyes appearing over a worried muzzle, "What iz it?"
Dorn doubled over where he sat, moaning as his ass farted painfully hard.
He was about to explode!
"Bathroom..." he moaned, jumping up towards the dark doorway in the wall opposite the long window, a piece of plastic radiation suit crumpling under his paws.
"Turn left!" Dojji called out.
Dorn turned into the first doorway on the left. In the small, dark, room, he could just barely make out the shape of a toilet. He rushed over a cool, hard floor and sat down in the dark.
"Where are the lights-s-s..." Dorn's question was cut short by shit bursting out of his ass like fire.
The second stage of the radiation poisoning had started. First nausea and vomiting, then diarrhea... but while looking at those medical information sites, he hadn't imagined half as much agony as he felt now.
As burning liquid flowed out of his ass, Drazzy's luminescent green-blue form appeared in the doorway. With a sweep of his green hand, he turned on painfully bright bluish lights.
Several times Dorn felt dizzy and faint, nearly sinking into unconsciousness.
Suddenly Drazzy shoved a stinking cigarette in between his lips. He gritted his teeth and breathed in the smell of burnt skunk for several minutes, but it didn't make a dent in the pain running through his guts.
For a while, Drazzy stood there, fidgeting nervously. His muzzle was twisted as if in pain, his six eyes darting around, sometimes staring at Dorn in horror, sometimes looking away. Then without a word, Drazzy went back into the living room, and Dorn could hear the crinkling radiation suit and other things being moved around.
Eventually, the bouts of diarrhea became fewer and smaller.
The bathroom didn't have a mirror, shower or bathtub. Just the toilet, and a small, low, metal sink with an oddly shaped faucet... no toilet paper.
How the fuck would he wipe up?
"Drazzy?" he frowned with embarrassment, "I need..." he felt his face burned with shame, "Please help..."
Drazzy's shimmering blue-green body appeared again, golden bracelets and chains shining on his wrists and ankles. His green eyes and blue flesh horns glowed faintly.
"What iz it, Dojji?" asked Drazzy, "What do you need?"
"Drazzy... I can't..." he winced, "I... can't get myself clean," he muttered.
"You... want help cleaning up?" Drazzy frowned a little.
"Yes..." moaned Dorn, wincing in embarrassment.
Calmly, gently, Drazzy guided Dorn to sit in the low metal sink. He explained it was a bidet for washing his ass clean. Its faucet shot up instead of down, soaking the fur in his ass.
But Dorn was a mess. Eventually, Drazzy had Dorn bend over the cool toilet lid with his tail raised, and gently rubbed around his ass with a small towel and some soap and water.
He muttered something in his language as he took the towel away.
Drazzy came back with a large box.
"Turbo Force Dryer" it read... a fur dryer imported straight from his planet. Drazzy had thought of everything.
Drazzy unboxed the eyesore yellow metal cylinder, connected it to a cord adapter, and plugged it in to an odd-looking wall socket. Then pointed the fur dryer's large hose at Dorn's ass and switched on the fur dryer's noisy motor. His ass was blasted with hot air until it was completely dry... and a bit fluffy.
He wished he'd thought to bring his fur brush: he could already feel the fur between his legs was tangling up. He hadn't planning on taking care of his fur while he was on Drazzy's planet... because he wouldn't have any left by the end.
Finally clean at last, Dorn shuffled back into the living room. The radiation suit was gone, and his clothes were neatly folded on the orange plastic chair. He crawled into the pile of cushions.
Drazzy walked into the kitchen and filled a glass of water from the faucet.
"We need to keep you from getting dehydrated," he said as he handed it to him.
Dorn gulped the water down.
Drazzy used the bathroom a bit himself. Meanwhile, Dorn lay sideways in the pile of pillows, absently gazing at the tendrils potted by the window while breathing in the nasty smell of yet another cigarette of the anti-nausea drug. Drazzy walked into the grey kitchen, and began slicing some fruit for himself.
While Dorn's lungs were filled with the skunk-like stink of the drug, there was a certain calmness in his stomach and guts and ass that hadn't been there before. Except for a lingering soreness in his ass, the pain was gone. Every fiber of his body melted into the cushions as the euphoria of the drug tingled across his body. He felt stronger already... and his stomach growled with a new pain: hunger.
Dorn put out the cigarette on the metal lid of the radiation-proof jar lying on the tan floor next to him.
He stood up slowly, cautiously. To his relief, he was steadier on his feet than he'd been all morning.
As he stepped into the kitchen area, his body tingled with happiness. But he knew in the back of his mind it was all an illusion.
His body had already done everything it could to purge itself of the radiation, and given up. Now he was entering the "dead man walking" phase. Slowly, quietly, his cells would continue to fry inside of him, his internal organs shut down and start to rot... it was only a matter of time. He had a few days, a week maybe, before the sickness returned and he finally died.
He would have had over twice as long if it was just a single exposure to radiation, but Drazzy was the source. The longer he was with Drazzy, the more they touched, the tighter they held each other... the more radiation he'd be continually exposed to, and he faster he'd die.
But being with Drazzy was the whole point...
Slowly, he sat his sore ass down on one of the orange stools next to the grey counter. He winced a couple times, then put his legs on the stool and knelt down on it, his hips resting on his paws. He balanced his weight with his elbows on the counter so he wouldn't strain his knees. Next to his greyfurred arms was a pile of blue and yellow dotted fruit in a wire bowl. On the other grey counter along the wall with the tinted window, Drazzy had sliced one of the fruits open on a plate and was frying an egg on the electric stove.
Dorn's stomach growled at the smell.
"How are you feeling, Dojji?" Drazzy asked cautiously.
"Better," said Dorn, "I think I'd... what have you got to eat?" he smirked.
"I jjought you'd never azk," grinned Drazzy, his blue flesh-horns brightening a little as his glowing green tongue appeared.
Drazzy cooked a stir-fry of unfamiliar meats, all native to his planet. The smell, though new to Dorn, instantly made his mouth water. When he finally put the plate in front of Dorn, it covered up a few drops of drool on the counter.
Drazzy brought out a two-tined fork and one chopstick-like pick. Dorn hesitated before the alien utensils for a moment, but he was able to stab the bits of meat well enough with the fork. Some were sweet, some were stringy, some had a strange, pungent flavor... and some glowed faintly blue. It was the best he had eaten... he couldn't think a single time he had eaten anything so good.
Drazzy sat down on the stool next to him, eating from his plate of blue fruit and yellow eggs. He had a certain elegant way of balancing the fork and pick in his two-fingered hands Dorn couldn't quite pick up on.
Sitting there, completely bare except for the shining gold bracelets, he was wonderfully beautiful. Even by day, his eyes still shone with their own green glow. The long snaking line of blue lights on the ends of his flesh-horns curved from the top of his head, down his back, and around to the tip of his tail. The light of his green tongue flashed into view every time he opened his mouth. His bare hips, chest, and biceps shimmered faintly, green and smooth, well defined but not really muscular.
His mind the clearest it had been all day, Dorn had a sudden realization.
"What did you do with the radiation suit?" asked Dorn.
"It'z in jje clozet," said Drazzy.
He walked over towards the front door to a small door in the wall Dorn hadn't noticed before. Inside, towels were folded on a shelf over hanging jackets. On the floor of the closet was a vacuum cleaner and some other machines Dorn didn't recognize... and the blue crumpled plastic radiation suit and its smooth helmet was stuffed next to them.
"It's only for one day..." Dorn thought aloud, "There's a big late fee if it's not returned, but I can't just walk in there and hand it to them..."
He could just imagine walking into the tourist part of the city by the spaceport, and walking into a sealed, radiation-proof building for the radiation suit rental service... to take off his suit and return it before heading back out without it. That would be the most awkward moment in the history of the entire Galaxy...
"I think..." began Dorn, "Do you think you could return the radiation suit for me?"
"I guezz," said Drazzy, "But I don't want to leave you alone here, Dojji. We've done everyjjing to zpend every zecond togejjer. We'd... I'd loze a whole day doing jjat."
"Well... there's the late return fee, and it's pretty big..."
"And juzt how do jjey collect it from you after you're dead?" smirked Drazzy.
"You're right," said Dorn.
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After they finished eating, Drazzy gave Dorn a tour of the rest of the apartment. There were only four rooms: the living room and kitchen area, which had the only window, though it was very wide. Along the left side of the hallway was the water closet Dorn was already all-too-familiar with from his diarrhea, followed by the actual bathroom. Much of the grey-tiled bathroom was taken up by a sink built into a counter with cabinets at one end, and a shower with a frosted glass door at the other. What was left over wasn't any roomier than the water closet. On the right side of the hallway was a small bedroom. Drazzy was right about his bed: it was small... as small as Dorn's bed back home. They would have to lay one on top of the other to fit in it. There was a grey clothes dresser crowded so close to the bed Drazzy could barely open the drawers.
The whole space was vaguely cone-shaped, and Dorn was able to picture how it would fit together with the other apartments, each occupying their own piece of the window circling the round apartment building. Each apartment was wedge-shaped to fit in alongside the other apartments, as if the round building had been a pie sliced into apartments.
Little-by-little, Dorn felt his strength return. He felt ready for anything, but what would he do? Getting to Drazzy and making love had been the goal, and now that it was done... he hadn't planned on anything more. He wanted to have sex again, but his body was just too satisfied... and so was Drazzy's it seemed. He couldn't exactly go out with Drazzy to see the rest of the city, not without causing a scene. Aliens just didn't walk around the zordinaz unprotected. He thought of putting the radiation suit back on... but just one look at the heavy, crumpled thing made putting it back on unbearable.
Unthinkingly, his body wandered to Drazzy's body, and together they wandered back into the pile of mis-matched cushions. They sank into the softness lazily, Dorn staring deep into his love's three pairs of green glowing eyes. He gently stroked Drazzy's warm body while Drazzy gently stroked his fur, licking each other's shoulders, necks, and muzzles absently... and kissing every now and then.
They remained there, wordlessly, for hours. All their years of online chats had been merely a pale substitute for the real thing. Now they had no need for words. Dorn knew down to the last cell of his being there was nowhere in the Galaxy he would rather be.
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Dorn's stomach growled.
He patted it playfully with his paws... then patted Drazzy's warm stomach. Drazzy giggled, his hot tongue licking Dorn's muzzle. Dorn closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation, lapping his tongue in Drazzy's general direction. Their tongues met. Dorn's lips parted and they kissed. Tingling washed out of Dorn's lips across his head, circulating across his whole body. He melted into the cushions, wrapping his arms around Drazzy's warm body.
"I'm hungwy Dwazzy," he smiled.
"Already?" Drazzy tilted his green-blue head back.
Dorn nodded, gazing into his three pairs of glowing eyes intently.
"Well... it would be an early dinner for me," said Drazzy, "On zecond jjought, I'm getting hungry myzelf...I'm going to order in. Az long az your stomach ztill workz, I want you to have the bezt food we can get."
The chains of Drazzy's ankle and wrist bracelets jingled as his beautiful blue-green form walked into the hallway, the blue lights of his flesh-horns wiggling behind him. He disappeared into the dark hallway. Dorn looked out the long window, to see the sky was already darkening.
Drazzy returned with a silvery cylinder shining green in his hand. It was his computer, the very one he had been using to chat with Dorn all that time. He flicked it on and round green holomenus appeared in front of him. They shifted around him as he sat down on a cushion next to Dorn. Drazzy poked open the holo of a restaurant, complete with small holos of the food.
"Jiiz one'z moztly meat," he said, pulling out one holo to enlarge it. It was some kind of roast... Dorn's mouth began to water instantly.
"Alright," said Dorn, "Let's try that."
They picked out sides of meat-stuffed vegetables and the fried legs of some unfamiliar creature. A few drops of saliva drooled out of Dorn's mouth.
The drug wasn't just keeping his stomach calm, it was supercharging his appetite.
Drazzy clicked through the holomenus a bit, closing the site. Then he flicked the computer off and placed it down next to the cushions. He lay back and his warm embrace wrapped around Dorn again.
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Without warning, an electronic chime came from the front door.
"Jordijj!" Drazzy jumped up, his warmth sliding out from under Dorn.
"I have to put clojjez on!" said Drazzy.
Dorn heard him run across the room, his ankle bracelets tinkling. He opened his eyes to see the sky was darkening, a few blue city lights already dimly visible.
Dorn jolted as he realized: what if whoever delivered the food saw him? An alien laying in some guy's living room without a radiation suit probably wouldn't go over very well. What if the delivery boy called the police or something?
He jumped up and rushed into the dark hallway. In the darkness, Drazzy's green-blue luminescent torso emerged from his bedroom... floating above his walking green feet. The door chimed again. He rushed past Dorn, and as he entered he light of the living room, Dorn saw that he had his fine dark grey pants on.
Dorn heard the front door unlatch. He froze there, staring nervously into the lit living room and kitchen. There was a short exchange between Drazzy and a deeper-voiced ordinaz. Then he heard the door close again.
"Dojji!" said Drazzy, "Come on out!"
Dorn walked back into the light of the living room to see Drazzy carrying several white cardboard boxes. At their scent of fried and roasted meats, several drops of drool fell from Dorn's muzzle. Drazzy put them on the grey kitchen counter, moving the wire bowl of spotted blue and yellow fruit to the small counter by the sink.
Dorn sat down on the orange stool closest to him. There was pain in his ass as his weight came down on it. He jumped up and quickly sat back down with his legs tucked under him.
Drazzy began to pull out the boxes and open them one-by-one. Dorn found himself tearing into the sweetly spiced flesh of the alien animal legs with his bare paws and teeth before he even knew what he was doing.
Drazzy shrugged, grabbed one of the legs and began nibbling on it. He held it between his teeth every now and then to open another white cardboard box. He opened Dorn's roast and put it on a plate. Drazzy's meal was a pile of leaves and vegetables, a pile of noodles and sauce, and a small piece of meat.
He sat down on the orange stool next to Dorn and began eating the vegetables and noodles with a metal fork and pick, but he ate his meat with his hands. Dorn ate leg after leg of the sweet alien flesh, then tore open the roast. It was stuffed with some white, sweet paste. And the meat itself was rich and moist with a pungent flavor.
They ate in silence, Dorn's tail wagging unconsciously... while the breakfast Drazzy cooked was better than he could remember ever eating in his life, this was even more delicious.
"Dojji," Drazzy paused, putting his utensils down, "I've made up my mind."
"You have?" questioned Dorn, gazing at him from where he was leaning on the sink.
"Yez," Drazzy's six green glowing eyes fixed on him, "I'm not hiding you away here any longer. I'm not going to keep you in here for the rezt of your dayz like zome kind of jjing I zmuggled. We're going out."
"What?" Dorn froze, "I don't want to put the suit back on. It's so fucking heavy... but I guess if I have to, to keep up appearances..."
"No. No zuit. Jjiz iz ztupid," continued Drazzy, "It'z your choice not to wear jje zuit. Technically, no one should be able to ztop you."
"Are you talking about going out on the town?" questioned Dorn.
"No, not exactly," said Drazzy, a bit downturn, "I jjink if you walked in to a ztore or reztaurant wijjout jje zuit, it wouldn't go over very well. I certainly wouldn't take you to the tourizt diztrict. Jjey would be likely to freak out about an alien not wearing a zuit. But we could probably go zomeplace lezz crowded, zay, jje park..."
"Ok," said Dorn, "The park was interesting."
"Alright," said Drazzy, "Let'z go."
"Now?" a wave of fear tightened Dorn's body.
"Yez, now," said Drazzy, getting off the orange stool.
Drazzy went into his bedroom and emerged wearing his fine gold-embroidered grey shirt and pants. Dorn walked over to where Drazzy had folded his clothes on the orange plastic chair. He stumbled nervously as he got dressed, sticking his paws through the holes in the knees of his torn-up khaki pants and nearly falling over. Eventually, he got his pants on properly and put on his white T-shirt.
"Are you ready to go?" asked Drazzy.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Dorn nodded.
Drazzy stepped over to the front door and pressed his green hand against the metal scan plate.
The door unlatched.
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Every fiber in Dorn's body was tense as he followed Drazzy out of the apartment, his love's snaking line of blue flesh-horn lights swaying with his strides. The grey plastic floor was smooth and cool underpaw. The cool air carried the smell of floor cleanser.
Dorn's stomach felt like it was sinking. His fur stood on end. What if someone saw them? What would they say? What would they do?
They entered the elevator, Dorn panting with nervousness. He held Drazzy's shimmering green hand, the warmth penetrating his paw.
The elevator stopped. Someone was getting on!
To Dorn's horror, the sliding door squeaked open to reveal an out-of-shape green ordinaz male dressed in grey. The ordinaz's head recoiled, his six glowing eyes wide with shock, while his flesh-horns were dimming by the second. He laughed nervously and walked away from the elevator.
The door slowly squeaked shut and the elevator began moving again.
"This isn't going to work," Dorn turned to Drazzy, "This is a bad idea."
"Dorn, truzt me," Drazzy said in a low, serious tone, "Jjiz iz my planet. I know where jje limitz are."
Dorn still felt like his stomach was falling into an abyss.
The elevator opened on the ground floor hallway. Its marbled grey plastic tile floor and walls were illuminated by round blue lights from the ceiling. One light in the middle was flickering. At the glass front door, two young blue female ordinaz dressed in grey with blue and yellow stripes were talking and laughing.
Dorn took Drazzy's warm hand into his paw again, and they walked towards them.
The ordinaz girls stopped talking, silently staring while he and Drazzy walked past, paw-in-paw.
They left the apartment and went out into the cool night, paw-in-paw, the rough cement sidewalk underpaw. Dorn could feel the rush of air as the boxy vehicles rushed by in the street... their huge clouds of exhaust were odorless. Looming overhead were curved buildings dotted with blue-lit windows.
Every ordinaz they passed on the sidewalk stared awkwardly or muttered nervously. One ordinaz male crossed the street to avoid them.
At one intersection was a stopped car full of zordinaz youths. The window slid open and one green ordinaz female wearing a neon pink shirt that left her belly bare and gaudy turquoise rings around her short, dull flesh-horns leaned out. She pulled out a sparkling pink computer and snapped a holo of them. She immediately turned to show it to the others, and they sped away with a plume of white smoke, laughing.
"Punkz..." Drazzy said, disgusted.
Finally, the blue-lit cement rectangle of the subway entrance was ahead. They stepped down the long cement stairs, the chains between Drazzy's ankle bracelets jingling faintly. Soon they would be surrounded by even more zordinaz, and more disapproving stares. Dorn gripped Drazzy's warm hand a little tighter.
As they entered into the large space of the subway platform, most of the zordinaz slowly moved away from them, whispering to each other, leaving a circle of empty space around them. Drazzy led Dorn to one end of the platform, where they stood in front of the red holographic warnings floating above the edge of the track. Only one elderly zordinaz couple, dressed in faded grey, didn't back away from them.
Then they suddenly noticed Dorn, and stepped away in a bit of a panic, chattering to each other.
It was a relief when a white train finally entered the station and slowed to a stop, hovering above the track. The red warnings disappeared and the train's doors opened. They stepped across the cold metal entrance and sat at one end of the subway car, their steps reverberating in a muffled way. They sat down in two of the plastic bucket seats. Their tailholes, designed to fit large ordinaz tails and their flesh-horns, were very roomy.
All the zordinaz that entered the train walked to the other end of the car, eyeing them nervously. They spoke in whispers.
The doors slid closed. The train accelerated so fast, clinging to Drazzy was all Dorn could do to keep from being flung out of his seat, while Drazzy clung to a metal pole! Without the radiation suit weighing him down, the train was fast enough to topple him over.
Once they were at speed, a female ordinaz sat up and approached them...
She spoke something in ordinaz, and Drazzy talked with her. Dorn's stomach tightened, not understanding a word of the alien gibberish.
With each sentence, her voice became calmer, until she walked back to her seat. She seemed satisfied, almost pleased.
"What did you say to her?" asked Dorn.
"I told her you have a terminal illezz, and wanted to zee jje planet without a radiation zuit... it'z technically true, I juzt neglected to mention jjat jje illnezz is radiation zicknezz," Drazzy smirked.
Suddenly, the darkness out the windows burst open to reveal blue-lit buildings flashing by. The odd, drooping lobes of the faintly glowing green trees between them rushed past the windows.
Then the scene was swallowed up by the darkness of another tunnel. The train began to decelerate, and this time Dorn couldn't help but push against Drazzy's warm back and tail. Drazzy braced himself against the metal pole, but Dorn's weight nearly pushed him out of his seat.
At last, the train entered a station and stopped.
Dorn followed Drazzy out into the subway station. They walked paw-in-paw up the cement stairs into the cool night.
The forest of green-glowing trees was ahead down the cool concrete path. Their fleshy trunks and drooping lobes glowed softly from inside, shimmering with the same green hue as Drazzy and the other zordinaz. In some places, several glowing lobes aligned one behind the other, and they appeared brighter than one lobe alone. In other places, there were dark gaps in the foliage speckled with the sharp blue lights of low plants in the forest.
The path ahead was lit up with blue lights atop lampposts. Cool night breezes ruffled through Dorn's fur, and made faint sliding sounds in the glowing foliage. The forest had a certain sharp musk different from anything Dorn had ever smelled before. Drazzy's ankle bracelets tinkled faintly while the soft rasping sounds of insects in the woods repeated over and over.
The zordinaz along the path stood out in the dark, their three pairs of eyes aglow while snaking blue flesh-horn lights trailed behind them. Their exposed heads, hands, and feet glowed faintly, making them stand out even more.
Two male zordinaz, one green and one blue, walked down the path towards them, hand-in-hand. They muttered to each other in a worried tone, stepping off the path to avoid Drazzy and him, as if Dorn was toxic. They continued to talk and shoot piercing glances at them until they passed out of earshot.
At the rolling clearing, Drazzy led Dorn off the path and up the same small hill they had sat on yesterday. The dark blue plants slid around Dorn's paws, cool and slick, parting with every step so his paws landed on cool, dry dirt. They passed several bushes which had clusters of blue glowing tips, before finally stopping and sitting down on top of the hill. The plants rubbed Dorn's tailfur as he sat down. Thankfully, they were far too large and too smooth to become tangled in his fur.
The glowing forest around them stood still, as if soft silence was a sound made by every tree. Over them, the blue-lit skyline of the city rose, and above that, a few stars twinkled in the sky. There was no sign of the green and blue moons. The sky was an endless twilight, blue ahead of them from the looming light of the city, and green behind them from the light of the forest.
They sat there wordlessly, Dorn's side faintly illuminated by Drazzy's green eyes and blue flesh-horns. He put his arm around Drazzy's shoulder, and Drazzy put his warm arm around his.
Blue flashes appeared around them.
The glowing bugs.
Drazzy fixed his gaze on one of them close by, wandering aimlessly in endless arcs through the air. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed it.
He brought his hand up to Dorn's lap. Taking his arm off of Drazzy's warm shoulder, Dorn carefully cupped his paws around Drazzy's hand. Drazzy pulled his hand back, and Dorn could feel the wings of the bug faintly fluttering against his cupped paws. He held it carefully up to his nose, his paws lighting up with every blue flash from the spindly bug between them.
He slowly became aware of a faint, childish grin across his muzzle.
His gaze wandered to Drazzy. His head sparkled beautiful green-blue in the night, bright blue flesh-horns sprouting from the back of his head. Dorn didn't care about the bug anymore, not when he had the gorgeous form of his love next to him. Dorn uncupped his paws and there was one parting flash from the bug in the corner of his eye.
Slowly, his muzzle inched towards Drazzy's...
Drazzy recoiled, flesh-horns dimming, as Dorn's nose bumped into the side of his muzzle.
His green tongue suddenly lit up a grin, and Drazzy turned towards him. Their warm, moist lips met, Drazzy's flesh-horns brightening by the second.
They parted their kiss with an audible smack, then kissed again deeper. Drazzy's warm hand gently stroked his cheekfur, while Dorn caressed Drazzy's flesh-horns with a paw. Drazzy moaned with pleasure, and his hot tongue stretched out, slithering over Dorn's. Dorn thrust his tongue into his love's muzzle, and every inch of his tongue tasted the hot flesh of Drazzy's tongue.
Dorn's body tingled, happiness and excitement washing over him.
He stroked the flesh-horns on the back of Drazzy's head again. His love's moan was stifled by their kiss. Drazzy continued to run his warm hand through Dorn's muzzlefur.
Slowly, Drazzy's tongue pulled back, and their lips parted. Grinning in the green light of his tongue, Drazzy leaned forward and lifted the bottom of Dorn's white T-shirt up. His hot green tongue began to lap Dorn's bellyfur.
Every muscle in Dorn's body melted with happiness. He leaned back, reveling in the sensation, stars in the dark blue-green twilight sky overhead. Drazzy's licks traveled up Dorn's bellyfur and across his chest.
Then Drazzy pulled Dorn's shirt up completely over his head, and it fell to the dark blue plants they were sitting in. Dorn giggled as Drazzy's hot tongue licked the fur of his shoulders, his neck, his muzzle. His cock began to stir in its sheath.
He leaned forward and licked Drazzy's green-blue neck, tasting his acrid flesh. He began fumbling with the dark laces at the back of Drazzy's dark grey shirt. Drazzy lifted his bracelet-adorned hands behind his back to help, and together, they unlaced Drazzy's shirt.
Dorn wasted no time in pulling Drazzy's shirt off, and it fell, becoming a shadow over some of the dark blue plants. Drazzy's well-defined green chest shimmered brightly in the dark, flanked by his beautiful biceps. Dorn licked up and down Drazzy's gorgeous body with his tongue, while Drazzy leaned back in pleasure. Joy washed through every fiber of Dorn's body.
When Dorn finally stopped for air, panting heavily, Drazzy leaned forward and unbuttoned Dorn's ripped-up khaki pants...
"Wait, stop!" said Dorn, "We can't do this in public..."
Breathing heavily, Drazzy looked back at the concrete path. There was a luminous ordinaz jogger at one end of the clearing and a glowing family with children at the other.
"Let'z go to the woodz," Drazzy said softly.
"But someone will see us," protested Dorn.
"Not if we go in deep," smirked Drazzy.
"Well..." began Dorn, "But, no, they'll see you. You glow. You're all lit up like..."
"Camouflage," replied Drazzy, "Everyjjing in jje forezt glowz. I'll blend right in. All zordinaz do."
"Are you serious?" asked Dorn.
"Yez," nodded Drazzy, "My zkin glowz jje zame shade of green az jje treez. My hornz are jje zame az jje little plantz... come on, let me show you," he grinned in green.
Sex in the park.
Cold fear washed through every fiber of Dorn's body. It was reckless. It was crazy. But he only had a few days left to live, and this might just be the last time they made love...
"Let's do it," said Dorn.
Dorn picked up his white T-shirt while Drazzy picked up his dark shirt and led him down the side of the hill. The dark fleshy plants bent underpaw, appearing faintly turquoise where the green glow of Drazzy's feet lit them up. They walked down towards the silent glowing forest.
It was a strategically-chosen spot: they would be somewhat hidden behind the hill in addition to the foliage.
Low snaking plants with blue glowing tips tugged at Dorn's paws as they stepped from the field into the forest. They did have a bit of a resemblance to ordinaz flesh-horns...
Then Dorn understood. The drooping lobes of the trees around them shimmered with the same green light as Drazzy's body. The bushes were aglow with the same blue as Drazzy's back, while the bright tips of green and blue pants resembled Drazzy's green glowing eyes and blue flesh-horns.
The same glowing isotopes flowed through all life on the planet.
Drazzy led him deeper into the forest, pushing low-hanging lobes of trees aside. Dorn brushed against them. They were cool and spongy, with an acrid scent that blended with the soil's musk.
Their steps were silent: all the plant life was soft and squishy. There were no dried leaves to rustle or twigs to snap underpaw. Just the dry soil that the low plants sprouted out of.
The trail and the field disappeared behind them. Drazzy stopped in the middle of some low-hanging green lobes. They formed a bit of a ring around a patch of ground with few plants.
Drazzy quickly turned and bent down to pull Dorn's pants down around his legs and tail. As Dorn stepped out of them, their khaki color was impossible to see. All color was gone, replaced by the faint green-blue light of the forest.
Tension gripped every cell in Dorn's body. He was in an alien forest, at night, completely naked... so exposed, so vulnerable... his cock inched a bit further out of his sheath at the thought.
He let his T-shirt drop to the ground and knelt down to undo Drazzy's dark pants, dirt rubbing into the fur of his knees. He unbuttoned the strap from the top of Drazzy's tail. He pulled the pants down, revealing the green glowing tip of Drazzy's cock poking out of its sheath, and his legs, beautifully taught and slender. The pants reached Drazzy's bracelet-clad legs, and Drazzy stepped out of them. Dorn tossed them to one side.
Dorn panted, drool rolling down his tongue. The pointed tip of Drazzy's cock was barely an inch from his muzzle, growing before his eyes as it inched out of his sheath...
He flicked his tongue across the tip of the hot glowing member. The pleasantly acrid taste of his love's flesh played across his tongue.
Joy rushed through every inch of Dorn's body.
Dorn licked the hot shaft as hard as he could, giving it long, sloppy licks across its pointed head from every angle.
Drazzy moaned, biting his lip with his pointed teeth to stop himself. Even though they were out of sight, if someone heard them and came to investigate...
Dorn licked the hot member from its diamond-shaped head, down its entire length, all the way down to the bulging base, and then up its contours to its tip again. The cock was becoming harder by the second, while he felt his own cock lengthening pleasurably.
"Dojji..." Drazzy gasped.
He started to take a step back, but Dorn gripped his warm, smooth green hips with his paws.
He cupped his muzzle around the tip of Drazzy's hot cock. His lips tingled, and he lapped at the shaft.
Drazzy arched his whole body back in ecstasy, breathing through clenched teeth in his effort not to make a sound.
Still frantically licking the cock, Dorn reached around his love's body and ran a paw through the flesh-horns. Drazzy's member swelled in his mouth at the touch and he moaned loudly. A single drop of pre oozed onto Dorn's tongue...
Dorn paused, remembering the night before.
Six green glowing eyes looked down at him, while his love breathed heavily.
Dorn leaned back, taking his muzzle off the hard green shaft.
"Drazzy, I..." Dorn whispered, "I can't. Last night... I barfed your cum... remember?"
Drazzy's flesh-horns dimmed as he nodded, his green glowing smile fading.
"Well," Drazzy said in a low, soft voice, "Jjen I'll juzt have to take you."
His grin returning, he lowered himself to his haunches, his green glowing eyes level with Dorn.
"On your back," Drazzy whispered. He gently pushed Dorn over into the dirt.
Dorn nodded, a luminous snaking plant tickling his ear. He could feel the cool dirt rubbing into the fur of his head, his back, his tail... he was going to be so dirty tonight.
...and sore, without any lube!
"Drazzy," he whispered, "We don't have any lube."
"Yez, hang on..." whispered Drazzy.
He sat up to see Drazzy kneeling in the dirt, rummaging through his dark pants. Eventually, he pulled out the shining tube of lube.
Drazzy had thought of everything.
"Back down," Drazzy whispered, "Juzt relaxz."
Dorn leaned back in the cool dirt and tickling plants.
Overhead, the green blobs of the trees shimmered in the cool breeze...
Dorn yelped in pain as a touch came to his tender ring.
It was still sore from the diarrhea.
He sat up a bit. There was a sheepish look in his love's luminous eyes, topped by dim flesh-horns.
"I'm sorry, Drazzy," whispered Dorn, "I'm sore in the ass. From last night."
Drazzy closed his eyes and looked away, frowning.
After a moment, he turned back towards Dorn.
"I underztand," he said with soft serenity, "You want to top me?"
They had swapped roles as top and bottom many times in their online chats.
Dorn felt a huge grin come over him. Drazzy's muzzle opened into a green glowing smile, and the blue lights of his flesh-horns brightened.
Drazzy handed him the shining tube of lube.
"On your back," whispered Dorn.
"I need my hornz on top," Drazzy whispered, "It'z not comfortable to lay on them."
"Then..." whispered Dorn, "Doggy style."
"I knew you'd zay jjat," Drazzy smirked.
Drazzy turned around on all fours, the bracelets on his wrists and ankles jingling happily. The long line of glowing flesh-horns rose up his tail, over his ass and back, up to the peak of his head.
Desire flooding his mind, Dorn crawled towards the tail of his love. He flicked his tongue on the short flesh-horns sprouting from Drazzy's tailbase.
Drazzy shuddered in pleasure.
Dorn carefully licked the warm acrid flesh around each flesh-horn.
Suddenly, all the flesh-horns glowed the brightest Dorn had ever seen, sending Drazzy into moans of ecstasy.
Dorn ran his paws and tongue through the flesh-horns. His love trembled, his throbbing cock oozed glowing green strands.
"Godz, Dorn..." muttered Drazzy, "Pleaze... not yet... I want you inzide me when I cum..."
Dorn moved his licks to the blue-green skin of Drazzy's ass, slowly exploring the acrid surface down under his tail...
The tip of his tongue found the warm, soft slit of the tailhole. Drazzy hissed through clenched teeth, raising his tail in response.
Dorn gave a few teasing licks just outside the hole, and the tail rose higher with each one. Finally his love's tail was arched with its tip touching his neck, exposing his tender ass as much as possible. Drazzy shuddered as the tips of the flesh-horns rubbed against each other, glowing the brightest Dorn had ever seen.
Tentatively, Dorn pressed the tip of his tongue into Drazzy's ring. His love gasped in ecstasy, sprawling out his limbs a little, struggling to stretch his hole open for him. Accepting the invitation, Dorn thrust his tongue in, rubbing the tight flesh from side to side.
As his love moaned and trembled with pleasure, Dorn stretched his tongue out so hard it ached. He forcefully thrust it in deep, exploring every inch of his love from the inside.
He gagged as his tongue discovered a horribly sour flavor.
Drazzy's shit.
Drazzy had been incredibly stoic last night when licking inside his ass, and Dorn never knew. The least he could do was show his love the same. He pressed on with renewed determination, taking his licks as deep as he could into the hot, sour flesh.
Drazzy gave a cry, and a large, brightly glowing strand of pre dribbled from his pulsing cock onto the dirt below. He was on the edge again.
Dorn slipped his tongue out of Drazzy's ring, wincing and smacking his lips, trying to work the horrible taste out of his tongue.
He crawled backwards a bit, found the shining tube of lube and squirted some onto one paw. Pulling the ring open as hard he could with the dry paw, he slowly inserted one clawed digit of his lubed paw.
Then he pulled it out, and squeezed in two digits. His love moaned, his eyes closed in rapture while his long, luminous tongue wagged out of his smiling muzzle.
Three claws couldn't even fit... Dorn's digits were much thicker and stubbier than Drazzy's long, thin fingers.
Dorn stuck the claws of his dry paw on opposite sides of the tender ring and spread it open as hard as he could... and finally the three digits forced their way in.
Drazzy gasped, his whole muzzle wincing in pain... then shifted his body backwards slightly to take in Dorn's digits completely. He gasped several times, in time to long, hard throbs of his cock.
Dorn quickly pulled out his paw, leaving Drazzy on the edge once again. Drazzy's hole was left hanging open, dark and glistening with lube, pulsing in expectation...
Just watching his love's sexual eagerness, his own pink member stretched out hard and thick, his knot achingly hard...
They were both more than ready. It was time.
Instinctively gripping Drazzy's warm hips with his paws, Dorn rose up over him and gently clutched his tail in his teeth, just below the sensitive blue bulb at the end. He stretched his own body out so his muzzle met his love's... which pulled the tail up hard, leaving his love's hole completely exposed to his cock.
Dorn stepped in closer.
The tip of his cock tingled with pleasure as it met the invitingly loose flesh of his love's ring... Drazzy's whole body trembled in expectation so hard his teeth chattered.
Loosing himself in lust, Dorn plunged his hard cock into his love in one forceful thrust. Drazzy screamed, then bit his own tongue to keep from making too much noise. His ring tightened, trying to keep Dorn out, but it was worked too loose, too lubed-up, to offer much resistance.
He was inside the hot, soft flesh of his love up to the edge of the knot, which pressed against the hole. His cock tingled with intense pleasure and waves of joy flowed through his body.
He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his member in Drazzy's ring, tantalizing him... then suddenly slammed back in. Drazzy moaned in ecstasy around his tongue.
Out, and in again, sending fresh pleasure throbbing across his shaft, and more muffled yelps from his love.
Panting, Dorn increased the pace of his thrusts while his paws on Drazzy's warm hips kept his warm hole from jerking away.
Dorn was only dimly aware of Drazzy's yelps and his own murring. For the first time in his life, after so many years of frustrated desire, his cock was buried in a hot ass...
Gripping Drazzy's hips tighter with his paws, and clamping down harder on the tail in his teeth, he bucked frantically into the tight flesh pleasuring his shaft.
Only one thought rose out of the sea of pleasure: uniting himself to his love as deeply as he could.
Growling around the tail in his teeth, he pressed in as hard as he could with his legs, every limb trembling with exertion as his paws on Drazzy's hips shoved his ass onto his cock.
Drazzy gave a muffled scream of agony as the knot pushed in, past the ring, locking him inside his love.
Yes! Tears of joy dampened Dorn's muzzlefur. After so many long months, so many cold lonely nights... his flesh was finally united with the flesh of his love...
Drazzy's ring instinctively spasmed, alternately clenching tight and loosening around Dorn's knot. He moaned in pleasure with each squeeze...
His cock began to throb painfully, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably as warm cum forced its way out of his cock so hard he couldn't tell if it hurt or pleasured him anymore. As his seed flooded his love's ass, Drazzy moaned happily, his entire body arched back in ecstacy as the throb's of Dorn's cock sent him over the edge. Waves of blue light pulsed through his flesh horns as ropes of brightly glowing green seed hosed the soil beneath them.
As Dorn's climax lessened to lighter throbs he murred with every pleasurable squirt out his shaft...
Their orgasms slowly subsided, and Dorn released his love's tail from his jaw. His belly had been pressed firmly against Drazzy's flesh-horns, his paws holding the backs of Drazzy's hands, their fingers woven together.
He was united as deeply as he would ever be with his love. The mere realization sent a surge of joy through his happy body.
Panting, he gently licked his love's luminous acrid cheek.
Drazzy smiled, turning his snout to lick back. Their hot tongues flicked over each other.
Suddenly, his stomach rumbled in pain...