Dialing Up The Fetish
This is a story I wrote for my boyfriend, and it involves hypnosis, humor, love, intimacy, and foot fetish. It might look a little long, but it's worth it, so please give it a chance.
Dialing Up The Fetish
By
Draconicon
There were few things that Angelo could think of that would make life better for him and his mate.
After all, there was so much going right for the two of them lately. With the latest book sale Draconicon made, the two of them had been able to buy a new house, bigger and more spacious than the apartment they'd lived in for the last few years. His dragon was already hard at work on a second novel, while he had his hands full with a large list of illustration commissions from other authors. The two of them were quite secure financially, even with the new payments that they had to make with the new house.
That was just the financial side, as well. There were so many other things going for them that made Angelo smile every time he thought about them. The two of them had never been closer in the three and a half years that they'd been together, and with his birthday coming up, something told him that Draconicon was going to be doing something extra special over the next few days. The raccoon wasn't sure just what it was going to be, but his mate never did anything by half measures. It was going to be awesome, no doubt about that.
It was now the evening of November 31, two days before his birthday.
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"What are you doing for my birthday, Draconicon?" Angelo asked.
The raccoon suppressed a giggle as the black scaled dragon jerked in his reading chair, the book he was reading flying through the air. He actually had to dodge it as it came back down, but that didn't stop his need to laugh in the slightest. When Draconicon stood up and gave him a bit of a glare, he just couldn't take it. He fell right over, arms wrapped around his stomach at the expression of slight annoyance on his mate's face. The look of startlement and annoyance together was just priceless.
He had to take a few minutes to pull himself together again, shaking his head. "I swear, a giant could sneak up on you when you're reading a book. How do you get that into them?"
"I like reading. And it's a good story," the dragon said evenly. He shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to where the book had landed, picking it up and marking his place. Setting it down on the nearby bookcase, the dragon back to Angelo. "And you asked me that yesterday, and I'm going to give you the same answer today. It's a surprise."
"Awwww," he whimpered, though smiling to show he was playing. "You always say that it's a surprise. Why can't you just tell me? Give it early, maybe?" he suggested.
"Not a chance." The dragon shook his head a few times. He nodded his head to the door leading out of the reading room. "Why don't you go and get comfortable in the living room? I'll be out there in a little bit for our movie night, just want to finish up that chapter." Angelo started to speak up. "Ah!" The dragon's finger pressed against his lips, halting anything that he could say. "I just said go on out to the living room, love. I'm almost done with the chapter, just a few pages left. I'll be there before you know it." The dragon tapped his finger against Angelo's lips a few times before grabbing the book and sitting down again.
The raccoon sighed a little bit before turning around and walking out. The reading room was pretty much Draconicon's private spot in the house, considering he didn't find quite as much pleasure in the activity as the dragon did. Well, unless the story being read was something that Draconicon had written, and more often than not those stories were used to spice up their bedroom activities. He couldn't help but smile at the last one his scaly lover had written, a masterfully well written mind control story that starred the two of them. For some reason he couldn't quite remember much other than the start of the story, and how the dragon - named Nocinocard, of all things - had put the raccoon under a trance. He paused in the hall, leaning against the wall as he tried to remember a little more about it.
As hard as he tried, however, the rest of the story completely eluded him. However, he did remember what happened after they'd read the story together, and he had to pat his crotch a little bit to adjust his bulge as a result. "Hehe, down, down," he said to his cock as it threatened to push up a little more, become a little more visible. "You'll get a chance to play later tonight...at least you will if the big lizard back there decides to put his books down for movie night." Angelo chuckled a little bit, shaking his head as he adjusted his shaft in his sweats so it wasn't quite so obvious. Not that it did much, as his balls were always a bigger bulge down there due to his tanuki heritage. He swore that his body was determined to show off his genitals at all times, since all his clothes showed SOMETHING. If not his cock, then it showed his balls, and if it wasn't his balls, it was his ass, sticking out and, as Draconicon put it, "Giving every gay and bi guy a dose of visual Viagra."
Just thinking about that made him blush a bit, and he felt another little twitch below the waist. "Ack, if I don't find something different to think about I'm never going to get this to go down," Angelo muttered. He walked a little faster down the hall, passing by the bathroom and bedroom before reaching the stairs, hurrying down them as quick as he could manage, trying to outrun his naughtier thoughts and only partly succeeding.
Grunting, he heaved himself over the back of the couch and plopped down on his side, grabbing one of the pillows spread out on it and placing it behind his head. "Ooooookay, better pick a movie before this gets any worse," the raccoon muttered under his breath.
He turned to a wooden panel built into the couch and pushed the cover off. Inside were a small collection of DVDs that Draconicon continually updated. Sometimes they were filled with anime movies, other times the latest action or cool movies that they both liked, and sometimes - thankfully never when they had company over - they were filled with home movies that they had made together. He wasn't sure if he was grateful that there were none of those inside this time or not, but he figured that his love had a different idea for movies tonight than the naughty stuff.
Flipping through the four films inside, it quickly became apparent that the dragon had some action on his mind today. Films like the Matrix movie and a couple of the sillier martial art and dojo films were in the group, and he couldn't help but be tempted by some of the latter movies. Still, there was only so much comedy that he could take with some of those ninja moves, and the fact that they were dubbed kinda made him want to avoid them. Then again, the Matrix was rather repetitive, and he hadn't had a good old fashioned martial arts movie in a while. "So, Ninja Night it is," Angelo said. He placed the case on the coffee table between the couch and the television, and then kicked back, waiting for his dragon to finally finish his chapter.
"That dragon and his books," he muttered as he kicked back on the couch. He kept to a seated position for a bit, but soon got tired of that and turned, pulling his legs up on the couch and lying down. Turning his tail out so that he wasn't laying on top of it, the raccoon laid his ankles on the armrest on the opposite side of the couch, wiggling and flexing his toes as he got himself comfortable. "I swear, he's going to fall into one of those books one of these days."
"Depending on which of the books that turns out to be, that could be a very fun trip." Angelo jerked a bit as his master's voice came from behind him. He tilted his head back, seeing his master smiling down at him from behind. "Not so fun without you coming along, though."
"Course not." Angelo smiled. "Where would you be without your sexy ninja?"
"Probably the same place you'd be without your handsome wizard," the dragon said with a chuckle. He walked around the couch, picked up Angelo's legs, and then sat down before lowering the raccoon's legs onto his lap.
That made Angelo smile, and he wiggled his toes a bit more as he settled in, getting comfortable. The dragon reached past him and picked up the DVD case he picked out. "Hmmm, Ninja Night, huh?" he asked. He chuckled. "I was hoping you'd pick this one. I've wanted a good fight flick for a while."
"Not to mention watching all the guys going around barefoot, right?" Angelo smirked lightly as his boyfriend rolled his eyes, attempting to hide a blush on those scaly cheeks. It was one of the dragon's biggest kinks, feet; it was something he loved teasing the dragon with, and it had resulted in the house having a rule about the both of them being barefoot at all times. More for the dragon than for him, he thought. He liked playing with his dragon, and he knew that Draconicon liked playing with him. However, Angelo tended to enjoy a more traditional bit of making love more often than not.
Angelo leaned back a bit more, squirming a bit as he settled into the cushions. "Come on, let's just watch the movie."
"Why don't you put it in, then? You're the one sitting on top, aren't you?"
"Alright, alright, you big lizard wizard." Angelo chuckled a bit as he swung his legs around and stood up. It was only the work of a few seconds to get the DVD into the player and grab the remote. That done, he got right back on the couch, though this time using Draconicon's lap as a pillow. Yeah, there was a bit of a bulge there - when were there not - but it was still a comfortable pillow.
A click of a button started the movie, and Angelo quickly was engrossed in it. The movie was familiar to him; after all, they weren't always running out and getting the latest movies, so they watched a lot of the old ones again and again. Just because he'd seen them before, however, didn't mean that he didn't find something different or new on a second viewing. Or a third. Or a fourth.
In fact, the raccoon thought to himself, he always found the movies to be pretty fun, even when he'd seen them about twenty times. He furrowed his brow as he watched this one again. He didn't remember this fight scene...at least, he was pretty sure he didn't. After all, what kind of ninja started grinding his foot into his opponent's face? And then...then kept it there? That didn't seem right, and he certainly didn't remember seeing it the last time Draconicon had laid it out for a movie choice.
Just as he was about to protest, however, the ninja on screen leaped off of his foe, running back into the shadows. Angelo shook his head a few times.
"Something wrong, love?" Draconicon asked.
"Hmm? Oh, oh nothing," Angelo said with a shake of his head. He was probably just seeing things. Or just forgetting things. Like that story that Draconicon had written a while back. "Hey, do me a little favor?"
The dragon's hand rubbed against his head, and he could almost feel his boyfriend smiling at him. "What would that be?"
"Read me that one story again after the movie? I, erm, forgot some of it," Angelo said. He could feel the blush on his cheeks forming, and he made sure to face the television. No need to make the whole thing more embarrassing than it had to be. Draconicon's laughter didn't really help, either.
Still, he couldn't hold back a little smile as the dragon's scaly hand stroked, almost petted him from his scalp to the back of his head. "Sure, Angelo. I'd love to read it to you again," the dragon said. "But until then, let's just watch the movie."
"I can live with that."
The raccoon sighed softly in comfort, his eyes closing down to near slits as he watched the movie. He smiled at the action and the comedy in the movie, both balanced in the way that the really bad action movies managed to do. More than that, having his master petting him and rubbing his head while they watched it together just made everything perfect.
Of course, there was just a little distraction as the dragon's bulge pressed against the back of his head a little harder as time went on. He was pretty sure that it was because he was laying on the dragon's lap, but there was the possibility that his mate's erection was due to the various foot shots in the movie. Everyone seemed to be barefoot as soon as a fight started, and there were a lot of those.
Funny thing was, he couldn't really remember so many people being barefoot. He squinted and arched his eyebrows from time to time, but every time that he thought it was a little weird, the dragon's gentle rubbing at the back of his neck calmed him down. Eh, it was just a movie, after all. They were allowed their little strange moments.
Minutes passed by, then an hour as the movie started winding down towards the climax. The raccoon sighed to himself as he watched the hero move into place for a final battle with the evil fighter, a happy sigh that went with growing grin. The two of them had been facing off against one another for a while throughout the movie, always getting in little skirmishes in preparation for this final fight. "Oh, this is going to be good," the raccoon thought to himself as he watched.
He barely noticed that they were both barefoot, despite having both worn boots just a few minutes ago in the movie. All he cared about was the action. They were getting in position, both holding their arms in a readied positions, their legs planted in the ground solidly enough to hold them in the event of taking a blow. Angelo felt like he was watching two masters, and it had him grinning giddily in anticipation of the final fight.
So it shocked him when the television went totally black. He blinked a few times before turning his head to look up at the dragon. "What's going on?"
The twirling remote in Draconicon's hand caught his eyes, but he quickly looked away to look the dragon right in the eye. Despite his boyfriend's grin, he managed to summon a bit of a frown. "Come on, what was that for? I really wanted to see that fight."
"Well, I wanted to see you enjoying your story tonight," Draconicon said with a little chuckle. He nodded towards the hall, grinning. "Come on, you know you want to hear that story just as much as you wanted to see the fight. I promise, you'll get to see the fight again tomorrow, and I'll even let you pick whatever movie you want from the entire collection to watch after that."
Angelo thought about that for a moment. Despite how eager he was to see the final bit of the fight, he had to admit there was a part of him that wanted to wait for tomorrow. More to the point, there was always some sort of fun time after he heard one of Draconicon's stories. They were almost always of the naughty sort, and what he remembered of this one was a LOT of naughtiness. Just the thought of it was giving him a little bulge of his own, one that he was glad that Draconicon couldn't see from this angle.
Still, he wanted to make sure that he was getting a good deal. "I get to pick any of the movies? Any of them at all?" he asked.
"Any of them at all, Angelo. You could pick one of the animes, one of the other action movies, or even some of the home movies that we still have around," Draconicon said, giving him a little bit of a naughty wink at the offer.
Blushing, Angelo looked back at the television again. "And the movie we were just watching. The ending doesn't count as my choice tomorrow? That's given?"
"Yes, yes, it's a given," the dragon said with a dismissal wave of his hand. "You really think I'm going to try and cheat you out of your favorite part of the movie? I'm not THAT evil."
"Not quite that evil at least," Angelo said with a little chuckle. He thought about it a little more before nodding. "Okay, you got a deal. You go get the book. I can't wait to hear that story again. Maybe I'll be able to remember the end this time."
"Maybe, maybe," Draconicon said. He patted Angelo on the butt - prompting a blush from the raccoon - and nodded towards the hallway again. "Now, you wanna get that big butt of yours into bed? I kinda need to get up if you want me to grab the story for you."
"Oh, right." Angelo blushed a little more as he hopped off of the couch, running out of the living room and through the halls towards the bedroom. He looked over his shoulder as he heard Draconicon get up, but he didn't bother waiting. His dragon would be quick enough in getting the book; he hadn't been kept waiting yet, and he doubted it was going to happen tonight. He debated grabbing an extra pillow from one of the closets, but decided against it. "Hehehe, Draconicon's enough of a pillow for me," he said with a smile, leaving the closet behind and stepping into the bedroom.
Easily one of the biggest rooms in the house, the bedroom was also the one that he and Draconicon had worked on the most. Nothing of the original room was still here. The white walls had been painted over, turned a darker, more earthy color. The queen sized been had been upgraded to a king size, and the sheets were plush and soft. The bed was adorned with soft pillows, as well as a stuffed animal or two, though none of them served a purpose. He chuckled at that thought; those were perhaps some of the only innocent things that were kept in this room.
A hop and a jump was enough to propel him from the doorway to the bed, and Angelo was quick to snuggle himself under the blankets. Giggling to himself, the raccoon quickly pulled the sheets and the two blankets and the quilt over his body, even tugging them over his head to keep himself completely covered. It made a bit of a lump in the smooth line of the blankets - okay, more than a little lump - but he liked just hiding under them sometimes. Curling up in a little ball, he made himself be completely silent.
Before long he heard the slow, steady footsteps typical to Draconicon. He stifled a giggle and waited quietly. Through a slight crack of the blankets he could see the dragon's shadow as he stopped at the doorway, the shape of a book in the shadow's hand. He smiled a bit to himself, waiting to see what his love would do tonight.
Without warning, the shadow leaped forward at lightning speed. Angelo's eyes went wide as he realized what Draconicon was doing just before it happened, and he squirmed over to the side.
Not fast enough. He felt Draconicon's arms through the blankets, grabbing him and holding him still. He squirmed under the blankets, wiggling against the dragon's strong grip to no avail. In addition to the sheer leverage of the dragon's position, he supplemented his grip by laying partway on top of Angelo's little blanket bulge. It effectively held him pinned.
After a few moments of further struggling, Angelo gave up. He giggled, pulling himself out through the gap in the blankets their short wrestling match had made at the head of the bed. "That was fast, love," he said with a small smile of congratulations.
"You're getting a little slow, Angelo. You're gonna have to get a little faster to keep out of my grip...heh, that's if you'd ever want to," Draconicon said. He patted the raccoon's head before crawling up to the head of the bed and reclining against some of the pillows. He crossed his legs a bit, then patted his chest a bit. "Come on, lay with me, or on me. Whatever floats your boat."
Well, that was an easy choice. He quickly wiggled his way up the bed, playfully shaking his hips back and forth on his way up. Without even looking he could tell that his boyfriend was keeping his eyes on his ass. It was always fun to tease the dragon with his assets, even if he was going to get a story that was going to tease him right back.
Smiling softly he leaned against the dragon's chest, sighing softly as he got himself comfortable. It was weird; he had always thought dragon scales would be hard, uncomfortable even if they were rather smooth. Then he'd met this big guy, and he'd learned there were more than a few positions that made laying against a dragon more than comfortable, but lovely. "Mmm, so, from the beginning?"
"If that's what you want," Draconicon said, flipping through a few pages of his book. Angelo looked at a few of the illustrations inside - blushing at a few of them that he recognized as his own - before Draconicon reached the first page of the chosen story. "Or we could start at the part you don't remember. Your choice."
"I can't really remember where the story was at," Angelo admitted. Well, he could, but he wanted to get everything from the beginning again, just to make sure that he got it all. "Just start from the beginning again."
"As you wish, love," the dragon said with a little smile. He turned the book to start of the little story. "The Corruption of the Champion, by Draconicon." He paused, looking at Angelo. "You just know it's going to be good with that title, right?"
Angelo groaned. "Come on, I'll flatter your ego after you read it. Keep going."
"Alright, alright, keep your pants on...or off, if you want," he said. "'There was once a land known as Roku-Oukoku, a land divided by six nations, a land ruled by kings and watched over by ninjas..."
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The scratch scratch of a pencil on paper gradually woke the raccoon up from his slumber. Blinking a few times before yawning widely, he slowly opened his eyes. Looking away from the ceiling to the source of the noise, he rolled his eyes a bit. Draconicon was writing away in a notebook, probably jotting down story ideas like he did every now and then. Grumbling, Angelo pulled the blankets over his head and closed his eyes again, hoping that he could get back to sleep.
However, the motion gave away that he'd woken up, and the noise of the writing pencil soon stopped. He felt Draconicon's hand against his side, shaking him back and forth. "Come on, love, time to get up," the dragon said.
"Nope."
"It's morning. Come on, out of bed."
"Nope, nocturnal. Raccoon sleepy," Angelo muttered under the covers, pulling them a little tighter around him in a near challenge to his love.
That challenge was picked up pretty quickly. The raccoon felt the blankets getting tugged on, almost yanking them off of him before he got a better grip. "Sleepy raccoon! Leggo blankets!" he muttered, shaking his head a few times as he tried to burrow further under the covers.
It wasn't any use, though. The dragon's strength was a little better than his - though he was sure that was just because of the species difference - and it didn't take him long to pull the blanket off again. Angelo muttered under his breath a few times before slowly sitting up. Leaning against a pillow, he yawned again and rubbed his eyes a little bit. "Ugh...what time is it?" he asked.
"About 8:30," Draconicon said.
He blinked a few times, turning to the clock. "I...wow, I thought it was earlier than that," he said, shaking his head a few times. "How late did we stay up last night?"
In the process of pulling himself out of bed, Draconicon paused and shrugged. "I guess somewhere between 1 and 2 AM? I wasn't really looking at the clock, after all. You were getting pretty into the story, after all, and I didn't really want to stop in the middle." He laughed. "And every time I paused for too long, you started threatening to stop your 'playing' with my dick, and I wasn't about to let you stop that."
"Wha?" Angelo asked, blushing at that thought. "I...I don't remember doing that..." Sexy thought, though...he kinda wondered why he hadn't done that yet. "You sure you're not just teasing me?"
"I swear on dragon honor, I am not teasing you," Draconicon said, one hand over his heart and the other in the air. "As soon as I got to the naughty parts of the story, you just got really excited. I mean, you even got down to your knees and started nuzzling at my feet a bit. I didn't even have to ask you."
That was a little strange for Angelo to think about. He looked at Draconicon for a little longer, wondering if the dragon was playing some sort of joke. After all, he couldn't remember a thing about last night after they went to bed. For that matter, the last thing he remembered was the first few words in the story, about Roku-Oukoku and ninjas and kings...
"Angelo? Angelo, you there?"
The raccoon blinked. Shaking his head a few times, he nodded. "Sorry about that, kinda spaced."
"I noticed." Draconicon reached out and placed a hand on the raccoon's shoulder. "Maybe you shouldn't get up. Maybe you should stay in bed."
"Eh, no point now. Already up...not happy, but raccoon's up," Angelo said. He groaned a bit, stretching his arms out above his head before slumping back against the headboard of the bed. He adjusted his boxers a little bit - all that he wore to bed - before swinging his legs out to the side. "If you're too lazy, though, you can get back into bed."
"And leave you without the treat of some of my cooking? Foolishness." Draconicon laughed, getting out of the bed and grinning much wider than anybody ever should at this hour of the morning. "You just get dressed...or not. Hehe, I like seeing you in just underwear quite a bit, you know," he said as he walked out of the room.
Normally, Angelo would have just smiled at his dragon, but this time he found his eyes going a little lower than the usual scaly booty eye candy. For some reason, his eyes drifted down to the dragon's feet, looking at the smoother and softer expanse of scales along the underside. For a moment, he actually wondered what they would feel like pressed against his face, and what it would be like to give them a few licks, a little worship with his tongue and lips.
Then he shook his head and patted the side of his head a few times. "Come on, what are you thinking of? That's the sort of stuff he thinks about," Angelo muttered to himself. "Though...those are some pretty nice feet, I guess. Wonder how he takes care of - oh come on, get it out of your head!"
Getting up, the raccoon grabbed some of his clothes, changing his boxers before pulling on a pair of jeans and a nintendo shirt. "That'll do," Angelo said. He thought about making the bed, but that was something that would hold for later. Besides, it was a pretty boring chore, and he didn't really feel like doing it just yet. And one never knew: Draconicon might want to get a little more playtime in later today, and that would completely mess it up again.
"Now how the hell did the rest of that story go?!"
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It was a mostly calm raccoon that reached the kitchen a few minutes later, shaking his head a few times as he wracked his memory for any sort of clue that might tell him what the heck had happened in Draconicon's story. It was just embarrassing at this point that he couldn't figure it out. He'd heard it at least twice now, and he still couldn't remember anything past the first few paragraphs and pages. The more he thought about it, the less that he could actually bring to mind. It was really annoying, he thought as he sat down at the table in the middle of the kitchen.
Shaking his head, he thought about starting the story in his head from the beginning. He was just about to start reciting the first line again when Draconicon placed his breakfast down in front of him, making a soft clank as it touched the table. Blinking as his line of thought was interrupted, Angelo looked down at his plate. As usual, the dragon had prepared him a pretty big meal. Sausage and bacon, a waffle or two, and even a couple of eggs. "And there's some pancakes for later, if you're still hungry."
"The-"
"Yes, the British kind that you love so much," Draconicon confirmed, chuckling. "I swear, you'd have that every darn day if you could."
"You have no idea." Angelo chuckled, taking a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. "Itadakimasu!" he said with a grin before digging in.
As usual, the food was amazing. Angelo wasn't a slouch in the kitchen, but Draconicon was the one that really deserved the credit for most of the food that came out of it. Now and then they had guests, and the two of them worked together to get the food ready for their friends. However, there was never a doubt that the dragon was the executive chef and he was the assistant. Not that he minded that; after all, they had been that way in many different parts of their relationship for a while. Draconicon led, he followed. That was the way it was, except when it wasn't.
Draconicon was just about to sit down when Angelo clicked his knife and fork together and set them back down on the plate. "Mmmm, delicious as usual," the raccoon said with a little grin. "You got some more?"
"Check by the stove. I got a few of the special pancakes done-" That was all the dragon said before Angelo zipped away from the table to the other end of the kitchen, the dragon falling silent in surprise before turning his head. "Eesh, that eager for them, huh?"
Angelo was already eating one of them rather happily, giving a few little moans of pleasure at the sweet taste. "Mmmm, it's like candy! I love these," he said between bites, unable to really help himself with the sweet food.
He didn't need to look back to know that Draconicon was rolling his eyes, and he chuckled a little at the mental image. He was silly about this, he knew; he also knew that Draconicon didn't really mind, and that they both got pretty silly sometimes. It was something that made their relationship work. One didn't have to be serious all the time. It had taken him some time to get Draconicon to realize that, but it was the truth. Seriousness just sucked the fun parts out of life, even if it kept a little bit of trouble from happening.
As much as he loved the pancakes, Angelo made himself stop after the second one, putting the third one back on the plate. "Food obsession bad, food obsession bad," he chanted to himself a few times before taking a few steps back. Then another few. He looked back at the plate again, his taste buds crying out for just one more, but he ignored them. He had discipline. He had self control.
"You want it bad, don't you?" Draconicon asked.
"God yes," Angelo said with a groan. "Put it away before it tempts me too much."
The dragon chuckled to himself before getting up, walking over to the counter and wrapping a little bit of plastic wrap around the last pancake. It hadn't been sweetened along the top just yet, so there was no mess to worry about. Aside from it being a little bit cold, there wouldn't be anything different about it, so Angelo wasn't worried about it not being enjoyable later. Still, he did whimper just a bit when the sweet pancake was put away out of his reach. "Bye bye," he said, playfully waving at one of his favorite foods as it was locked away. He even put on the puppy dog eyes for when Draconicon turned around.
Draconicon turned around, and Angelo just couldn't hold his pitiful face when the dragon looked at him with that exasperated 'are you serious' face. He stifled the first laugh, then fell down giggling, hugging his stomach and rolling around a bit the same way that he'd done when he'd startled the dragon last night. It was just too funny, and for the silliest reasons.
The dragon's shadow fell over him from above, and Angelo wiped his eyes while still giggling a bit, looking up at his boyfriend. Draconicon shook his head. "You are entertained WAY too easy sometimes," he said. He reached down, offering his hand to help Angelo up.
Angelo took it, pulling himself upright with a final giggle. "Sorry, but sometimes your face is just a little too funny," he said. "Maybe you should do something about that, huh?"
"Or I could...no, I can't really do anything about that. Or...nah, not that either," Draconicon said. He fell silent for a moment. "Gah, you win that one."
"Yep." Angelo giggled a bit. "And as winner I get - "
"Nope."
"But what about - "
"Not that either."
Angelo hmmphed, crossing his arms. "You're not letting me finish."
"No, I'm not." Draconicon chuckled. "Looks like the ninja loses after all." The dragon chuckled and walked away.
Angelo blinked a bit. "That makes no sense!" he called after the dragon, following after him. He wasn't about to -
He paused, catching a sight of the underside of Draconicon's feet as he followed along behind him. Each black scale seemed to catch the light from the house lamps, a slight glimmer with every step the dragon took. Angelo froze in place, his eyes glued to those feet. They were...amazing, they were -
The dragon walked around the corner, and Angelo shook his head. "What the heck was that?" he muttered under his breath. He looked down at his own bare feet. Anything with that? No, he still felt quite clearheaded. "Well, at least there's that. If I got all weird whenever I saw my own feet, that would be really weird," he whispered. "Okay...focus. You're going to need to figure this out."
"Angelo? You coming for the movie?" Draconicon called from the living room.
"Yeah, yeah, coming," the raccoon said. He shook his head a few times. He'd have to find another time to work on the why of this. Maybe when he was doing some gaming, or when he was doing some drawing. His mind was generally pretty free to go where it would at times like that, and besides, Draconicon tended to leave him be. He wouldn't be interrupted mid-thought like that again. "I'm coming."
He jogged out to the living room again, quickly plopping down on the couch again. This time, he was sitting up, and Draconicon was on the other side of the couch. However, rather than remaining still, the dragon swung his legs around, placing his heels right on top of Angelo's thighs. The toes wiggled right in front of the raccoon, and he couldn't help but watch them dance in front of his eyes. They were so...so...he wasn't really sure. The feelings they gave him, though, were unmistakable.
Draconicon's tail came out of nowhere, poking him on the side of the head. "Angelo, you're spacing again."
The raccoon shook his head. "Huh? Sorry. Just got a little distracted," he said. More than a little, a small part of his mind said. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes lightly. "You wanna put the movie in? End of the Ninja Night movie, right?"
"Yep. It's already in, just was waiting for you to get in here," Draconicon said with a nod of his head. "You ready?"
Despite the weird happenings, Angelo had to grin. "Oh, you know it. The final fights are always awesome, you know that. And I love this one." Even though I can never remember it, he thought to himself. It was weird. He was looking forward to it, really looking forward to it, but he couldn't remember how the final fight had gone the last time he watched it. What the heck was going on?
"Alright then." Draconicon chuckled, turning his attention to the television. A quick button tap with the remote control turned the player on, and the movie started up right where it left off. Both the hero and the villain were still standing in their ready positions, barefoot, staring at one another in that pre-battle stand-off moment. Angelo giggled to himself, rubbing his hands together excitedly. The dragon laughed. "You get really, really into this."
"I can't help it. There's just something awesome about...about these..." Angelo trailed off as the fight started. His grin remained, but his voice just stopped. His attention was riveted to the two fighting characters. Limbs moved at speeds that seemed impossible, and they moved forward, then back, kicking and punching each other. It was like they'd never heard of going slow, but the epicness lay in that. Angelo grinned, scooting forward on the edge of his seat, barely feeling the dragon's heels slipping back a bit to position just above his groin. All of his attention was stuck on the fighters.
Gradually he became more aware of some of the shots. It seemed that every move, every different camera angle somehow managed to catch the bare feet of the two characters. Each time one of them made a kick, the camera zoomed in on the bottom of their feet. The toes were sometimes spread, sometimes not. Sometimes when they went into acrobatics, it even showed shots of curled toes.
The more that the fight went on, the more Angelo found himself paying attention more to the feet than the fight. It seemed...strange...that he would do something like that, bu the went with it. After all, he was enjoying it. Not in the same way that he would enjoy the cool fight, but he was enjoying it.
Enjoying it enough to get the dragon's attention, because Draconicon spoke up, breaking his train of thought. "Man, I didn't know you had a fighting fetish," he said.
"What?" Angelo shook his head, peeling his attention away from the television to look at his boyfriend. "What are you talking about?"
Draconicon pointed at his groin. "You're hard."
"What? No I'm not."
"Yeah, you are." Draconicon pushed down with a foot,and Angelo gasped softly at the unexpected pressure on an erection he hadn't even known was there. "You're really, really hard. Heh, do I have some competition here?" he asked with a nod towards the television, the fight still going on as he pressed, rubbed, released, pressed rubbed released.
Every time that foot pressed against him, Angelo had to stifle a squeak of pleasure, surprise. Though the two of them had done various footplay before, he'd never been quite this much into it. Draconicon was a different story; if he'd been doing this to the dragon, there would have been loud moans and a great deal of pre-cum flowing over his feet. That just didn't happen with him. Usually.
Now, though? Now he was making a wet spot in his pants with just how excited he was, and if Draconicon wasn't careful, he was going to cum in his pants. "Please...please..." Angelo panted, blushing as he spoke. He couldn't believe he was this excited. "Please...don't..."
"Don't what?" Draconicon asked. "Don't talk? Don't stop the movie? Don't stop doing this? Which one do you mean?" he asked. The dragon's feet pressed around his bulge, sandwiching his cock between two sexy dragon feet and the cloth of his pants. Every little movement caused a little more stimulation to his shaft, and Angelo couldn't form words any longer. The only sounds to escape him were increasingly loud moans and yelps, separated by pants for breath.
He leaned back, his conscious mind lasting just long enough to reach down to his crotch and unzip his pants, pulling them and his boxers down and out of the way. With the obstructions gone, his cock throbbed up like a steel tower, bouncing back and forth a little bit before his arousal got too strong to allow that kind of movement. Even when the dragon's feet pushed it a bit, it refused to move. In fact, his cock was so hard that it was on the verge of pain. "Please....Please...just make...make me cum," he pleaded.
Draconicon smiled, and Angelo whimpered a bit as the dragon actually PULLED HIS FEET BACK! "Wha...come on...please...Draconicon, I'm begging you..."
"Oh, I know...but I thought maybe we'd save that for later. When you're a little more needy for it." Draconicon pulled his feet out of the way, setting them back down on the ground. "Besides, you still have a lot of movies to pick, don't you? You remember the deal that we made last night? You get to pick several movies today, and I don't want to you lose the chance to take advantage of that deal."
Angelo stared at the dragon, his mouth hanging open at just how ridiculous that excuse was. He was so tempted to just screw the deal and pull the dragon back over to him for some hot sex...but then his mind got the better of his dick, letting him think clearly again. "O...Okay," Angelo said, taking a few deep breaths to get his pulse under control again. "Let...let me have a minute, so I calm down."
"Of course, of course," Draconicon said. The raccoon thought the smile on the dragon's face was a little too cocky, but he nodded back at him.
Each breath came a little slower than the one before it until he was back to normal breathing, normal heart rate. It was weird, Angelo thought as he pulled himself up from the couch. As he pulled his his pants back together and covered his cock up - which refused to go soft no matter what he did - he thought back to just how excited he had gotten, and just how fast it had happened. Which didn't make sense. He didn't have a foot fetish, so why was he acting like he did? Yes, he indulged the dragon now and then, but that didn't mean that he was quite that obsessed with it. Did it?
"UGH! Make sense, life," the raccoon growled to himself. Kneeling by the DVD case, he started flicking through various disks that they had. Home movies, romance movies - those were a little sparse, he noticed - anime series, funny movies, and others caught his eyes and were just as quickly dismissed. He wanted something different, something that he wouldn't be getting all hard and needy from. That cut out the home movies almost immediately, and if the foot obsession continued with the other movies, that made him a little more vulnerable than he really liked.
He figured that the best choice might as well be something he'd never seen. He picked out a mystic fantasy sort of film, one that said that it was a 'fantastic epic of far off realms'. "Well, this oughta be enough to keep me from paying attention to anything different," Angelo said to himself before putting it in the DVD player and going back to the couch.
However, he leaped right back up when Draconicon shifted his legs. "Come on, keep your feet on the floor, you big lug," Angelo teased. "You're gonna crush little old me with those big f-feet," he said with a slight stammer. He faked a sneeze, trying to cover his little slip. The dragon's smile never wavered, though, so he didn't know just how effective it had been.
The dragon shrugged, turning back to the television, and Angelo slowly slid back into his seat. It felt a little weird, not snuggling up to the dragon or having the dragon's body closer to him, but he wanted to keep them a little further apart until he had this figured out. Better not to reinforce that..aroused...reaction to the dragon's feet until he had found out why it was happening. If he could figure that out, anyway; it was so strange and logic-defying that he wasn't sure that was possible.
He was thankful when the movie started and he was able to pay attention to it over the real world. "Now this should be good," Angelo said. "You seen this movie yet?"
"Nah," Draconicon said with a shake of his head. "I wanted to wait until we could both see it. Besides, you know that I like watching movies with you rather than just watching them by myself. More fun that way."
"Heh, true." The raccoon leaned back on the couch. He smiled when the dragon's arm reached over the back of the couch and slid down over his shoulders. It gradually tightened, pulling him in a little closer, then a little more, until he was pulled right up against the dragon's side. It was rather warm, and smoother and softer than he thought it would be.
The two of them just cuddled there as the movie played along. Angelo was only paying a little attention to it, though; most of his attention was focused on his dragon, his boyfriend, and just snuggling up against him. He sighed softly to himself in happiness, just nuzzling up against him. "Mmm, I love you, you know," Angelo muttered softly, sighing to himself. "I love you so much."
Draconicon smiled at him, leaning down and giving him a little nuzzle. "I love you too, Angelo," he whispered.
Angelo smiled to himself and turned back to the movie. The minutes ticked away quickly as the story developed further and further, slowly drawing him into the movie's plot and making him care about it. He barely noticed that all of the characters were barefoot this time. It seemed somewhat natural, and when they wore sandals instead, he almost wished that they were barefoot like the main characters. Eventually it reached the point where he was shaking his head at the people that wore shoes and nodding approvingly at the ones that didn't.
When the villain was revealed, Angelo chuckled. 'I knew he was the villain. No decent guy there would wear shoes!" he proclaimed with a chuckle.
As soon as he said it, he blinked. "What...why the heck did I just say that?" he asked himself.
"I don't know...but it was funny," the dragon said. He chuckled a little to himself. "Were you seriously watching their feet the whole time?"
Blushing, Angelo looked away. "No, no, I didn't...maybe you do stuff like that, but I don't. I'm not THAT obsessed with my kinks." It wasn't even one of his kinks, either, so why the heck did it fascinate him the way that it did?
"I wouldn't say that, Angelo," Draconicon said with a chuckle. "I seem to recall a night not all that long ago when you were melting in bliss anytime that I said something about -"
"HEY HEY HEY!" Angelo's face went up like a flame, the blush spreading all over his muzzle and his cheeks. God but they felt like they were going to light his fur on fire. "That's just one thing, and it's a common thing to obsess over. We're talking about feet here, not...not THAT."
Draconicon only chuckled, shaking his head a little bit. "Eh, whatever you gotta tell yourself, Angelo, whatever you gotta tell yourself." He smiled and kissed Angelo on the cheek, his way of showing he was just kidding around. "Aren't you the one that's always telling me not to take things so seriously?"
"I'm just...oh, you." Unable to help himself, he just chuckled and gave the big scaly lug a little shove, shaking his head. "Come on, let's just enjoy the movie."
"Fine with me," Draconicon said with a shrug.
With a roll of his eyes, Angelo turned back to the film. He could tell that it was starting to wind down towards the end. The villain was revealed after being hidden for most of the story, and there was a big fight going on between the heroes and the evil mastermind. Of course, there was probably something after that fight, but this was the part that he wanted to see. Everything after it was just window dressing. These fights and cool moments were what the movies were about. Of course, there were other good things about it, but he loved the ultimate fight moment of the movies best.
And what he liked the best about this fight was the soundtrack. An orchestra of instruments and a softly chanting choir was making it so much more involving, tugging on his emotions through sound alone, pulling him along for the right. The harsh sounds that signaled an injury of a hero, the quieter moment then surge of sound of the enemy's surprise strike...it was amazing. And the chanting of the choir was slowly building, growing louder by infinitesimal amounts with every passing second, matching the tempo and growing ferocity of the fight.
Yet...for some reason...he almost felt sleepy. It was weird; there was so much excitement to this final conflict, so much that should have him on the edge of his seat with excitement and eagerness, but instead he was slowly falling asleep. Or at least, that's sort of how it felt. It also felt like he was getting very heavy, finding it very hard to move and getting harder to think. All he could think of was looking right at the screen. Looking right at the screen and listen...listen to the chanting of the soundtrack...just listen and watch...that wasn't too hard...It was fun, it was good...even if it did make him feel more sleepy...heavier...wanting to look at the screen more.
Angelo felt his eyes drooping down. Blinking a few times, he went back to listening...watching and listening. They did it again, and he blinked it off again, though this time it was more difficult. Then again. And again. Each time it happened, it was a little harder to open his eyes, a little more difficult to get awake again.
Finally, his eyes closed, and he just couldn't open them again. He dropped forward, a deep sigh slipping from his lips as he nodded off.
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A hand to his shoulder was the next thing he felt, shaking him back and forth. "Angelo? Angelo, come on, wake up, you're missing the end of the movie," the dragon said.
With a groan the raccoon pulled himself out of sleep. Blinking his eyes a few times before rubbing them, he looked up at Draconicon. "What happened? One minute I was watching the final fight and then...poof. Did I really just nod off like that?"
"Yeah, you did. Surprised me just as much as it did you, I imagine," Draconicon said. "Anyway, the movie's just about over. If you want to watch the end, I paused it after I noticed that you were asleep," he said, nodding towards the television again. The freeze frame showed one of the heroes kneeling with a older wizard holding a crown above his head. "You want to see the rest?"
He shrugged. "Eh, why not?" he said as he settled back on the couch, still rubbing his eyes a little bit. What the heck had happened there?
The movie resumed, and almost immediately Angelo went wide eyed. The coronation part was fine, but what happened after..."Um...why is the king barefoot? And why is every single nobleman coming up to kiss his feet?" he asked.
"He's been barefoot the whole movie. You really think he's going to put shoes on now? Especially when you knew who the villain was just because he wasn't barefoot?" Draconicon chuckled. "And as for the foot kissing...well, I guess it is a little silly, but it's a good way to show loyalty, fealty, submission." He paused, looking at the raccoon. "You should know that by now, after all of the games we've played with that sort of theme."
Blushing, Angelo forced himself to watch the whole scene. It was rather strange for him to see something like that in a movie, particularly one that wasn't made for porn. Oh god, why did he have to think about that? His blush just got worse as he remembered a few of the videos Draconicon had showed him to help him understand how a foot fetish worked, and more than that, some of the videos where they had enacted some foot fetish fantasies for the dragon.
This time, he did know he was getting hard, his cock pressing up against his boxers again and making a tent. He hid it with a pillow, but judging by the dragon's smile in the corner of his eye, the damage had already been done. "Hehehe, maybe that hard-on you had with the fight earlier wasn't from their fighting...was it from their feet, love? Are you starting to get a foot fetish like me?"
He shook his head. "No, no, that's impossible. I'm just indulging you love. I still don't understand why you enjoy it so much...no, really, I don't. Nope. I don't. Nope. Nope," Angelo said, finally getting his rambling under control. Still shaking his head, he quickly stood up. "Um, I'm going...going to go draw. See you later for dinner?"
"Of course. Take your time, and think of me while you draw, huh?" Draconicon said with a little wave before turning back to the television.
"Y-yeah, sure," Angelo muttered as he hurried out, rubbing his head a little bit and trying to will his member to go back down. This was just embarrassing. Why did this keep happening? What the heck was going on? He had to figure this out.
The raccoon walked down the hall to his drawing room. He looked back towards the living room, just in case Draconicon was following. He wasn't, so Angelo ducked into his drawing room. He shut the door, though he put the 'please knock' sign he kept by the door on the outside first. Normally he welcomed Draconicon into the drawing room, but when he wanted privacy or needed a little time to make a surprise, the sign was always respected. Right now, he really needed some alone time to figure things out, and he didn't need Draconicon dropping in at the precise wrong time for that. Though, he'd like to see -
"No, I wouldn't. Wouldn't." Angelo shook his head a few times. Sighing, he made his way over to the cushioned stool he used for drawing. Clasping his hands together in his lap, he leaned his head back. He took a deep breath, let it out, took another. "Okay. Now. Why am I getting attracted to feet? When did it start?" he asked himself.
"Okay...it started this morning. I started noticing Draconicon's feet. I started staring at them and thinking about them differently. Did anything happen last night? Did anything happen in a dream? Did it carry over somehow?" he asked himself. He thought back to last night. The last thing he remembered was that story from Draconicon, and he didn't think that was responsible for this. After all, it was just a story, nothing more. They didn't change behavior.
As for dreams, he couldn't really think of any. The last time he had a dream he could remember was over a week ago, before Draconicon had started working on that new story. It had been something....sexy...He blushed a bit as it made his member jump in his pants, and he pulled away from the thought. He was trying to make that go down, not stay up.
No matter how hard he thought, no matter how much he searched through his memories, Angelo just couldn't think of what might be causing this. He supposed that it was possible that he was just branching out with his kinks, but the speed this one was going by just shocked him. Maybe he was getting a foot fetish, but it didn't seem natural for him to go from being mildly interested in teasing his boyfriend to wanting to play with them like this.
"Ugh..." Angelo muttered, reaching up and rubbing at the side of his head. He was getting a headache from trying to get this settled. "I'll just draw for a while. Maybe I can figure this out afterwards, when I get some other ideas out of my head."
Art materials were quickly gathered and he laid them out in front of him, placing some pencils and a little bit of paint in front of some paper. He sharpened the pencils to sharp points, testing each one on the tip of his finger before being satisfied. Then he waited for a moment for the pricking feeling on his fingertips to stop, rubbing at them a little bit to get rid of the mild stinging from some of the sharper pencils. "Gotta find a better way to do that," he said to himself. Settling into his cushion, he picked up one of the pencils and set it to the paper. "Let's see what I can come up with today."
He decided to try something different today. He let his mind drift, and let his hands just do what they wanted to do. It let his mind drift, and it would give him something of a surprise when he was done. "Hmmm...Maybe I should talk with Draconicon a bit about what's going on," Angelo mumbled to himself. "I mean, he'd probably love this new me...if it's something that I wanna keep, I mean...not sure I will yet. But maybe he can help."
For a moment he thought about doing that, about putting down the pencil and going back out to the dragon, talking with him about all of this, and maybe figuring out a way to stop it. Or at least, maybe keep it from getting worse. That way he wouldn't be blushing every time he saw someone barefoot.
Then he realized just what Draconicon would do. It was like one of those cartoonish thought bubbles where a person put two things together and got an answer.
Thought bubble one: Angelo reveals he has a foot fetish for some reason.
Thought bubble two: Draconicon realizes what that means.
Thought bubble three: thought bubble one plus thought bubble two equals the raccoon at the dragon's feet, licking and nuzzling and humping them until the two of them were totally exhausted.
Angelo wasn't sure what was worse; how much he blushed from thinking about that, or how horny he got from thinking of himself in that position for that long. Rapidly shaking his head, he did his best to put the thought out of his head. It was only moderately successful, though, as the mental image of his master's feet were -
The raccoon froze in mid-thought. Master? He and Draconicon hadn't used words like that for a while, not since they'd moved into the house. Since then, they'd been boyfriends, mates, husbands, but not master and pet. He missed it a lot sometimes, but the two of them had wanted to try putting those down for a bit to see if they liked being a regular couple more than they liked the subservience and command of the former. If Angelo was honest with himself, he sort of wished they could mix the two together.
In any case, he hadn't actually thought of Draconicon directly as his master ever since they had moved into the house a while back. Why was he starting to think of him like a master again now, and was it connected to how his lust for feet was starting to grow? There had to be some sort of connection; two things like that popping up together now stretched coincidence too far.
Well, he'd have to figure it out at another time. The raccoon shook his head, setting down his pencil to look at whatever he'd been drawing. As soon as he looked at it, he went wide eyed and red cheeked. "Oh. My. God."
Drawn all over the piece of paper were pairs of feet. Various species, none of them in the same pose as another. Some had the toes curled, others had them fanned out, while still others were shown in a position that almost begged someone to start humping between them.
Right in the middle were Draconicon's feet, toes in mid-wiggle and the underside of the feet pointed right at anyone who might look at the art. The drawing was so obviously fetish material that Angelo couldn't even look at it without his cheeks lighting up like the sun. More than that, just looking at his own stuff was getting him very hard, very horny, and he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. Halfheartedly, he reached down to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants.
He did that for just a few seconds before pulling his hand back again. "No. I'm not just going to jerk off to this," Angelo said with a shake of his head. A quick rip and crumple later, he tossed the foot art over his shoulder and into the corner wastebasket. It swished around the edge for a moment before falling in. "Okay...okay...just draw something that's not foot focused. No more fetish material. Just good clean art..."
Angelo tried. He really did. But every time that he put the pencil to paper his mind filled with images of feet. Bare feet, sandal-shod feet, both sweaty and not; every kind that one could imagine and enjoy filled his head, and every time he put them out, they came right back when he tried to draw. Trying to draw through them and get something else didn't work. Every time he did that, the art came out to be a pose thing that just showed the feet off even more. It was like his brain didn't want to think of anything else, and his imagination was just along for the ride.
It was more than an hour later when he finally threw up his hands in defeat, slumping back on his stool. "Ugh...this is just...ridiculous," Angelo said with a shake of his head. He threw the pencil he used back onto the small desk beside the paper. Ripping the last attempt of drawing free from the pad and crumpling it up, he threw it into the massive pile of paper in the wastebasket before getting up. Maybe he should just ask Draconicon if he knew what was going on before this drove him utterly insane.
So far it was just his embarrassment at the whole situation stopping him, but if it was only going to get more embarrassing, maybe it would be better to just get it over with.
He was as far as the door before he shot that idea down. No. It wasn't that embarrassing just yet, and he could always go to his...master - oh he blushed as he thought of it that way again - but he could never take back a visit to the dragon. The embarrassment he'd get out of it would not be worth the help unless there was no other way.
"I guess I'll go check out that book of his. Maybe doing something different like reading will get my mind thinking the right way," Angelo said to himself. He opened the door and stepped outside, tossing the sign back inside. "Now...he probably left it in the bedroom or his library..."
A five minute search proved that it wasn't in the bedroom, but he did find a missing butt plug, some cock rings, and a bottle of his favorite lube that he hadn't been able to find for a little while. There was even a few little toy magazines laying around under the bed for them to look through for new ideas. But there was no sign of the book.
"Guess the library it is then." Angelo walked out of the bedroom and down the hall a little bit. The television was still going, so he guessed that Draconicon was watching another movie. Judging from the moans, one of the home movies. Angelo blushed a bit, wondering just which it was as he stopped at the door to the dragon's library room.
Unlike the lighter colored doors in the house, this one was made of solid oak, stained to a dark brown that was so dark that it was almost black. The doorknob was colored gold to go with the look, since a brass one would look a little out of place. There were even paintings of little runes along the doorframe. Angelo always thought it was just because the dragon was obsessed with little stories of magic, and how much he wished that he could really be a mage. "Hehehe," Angelo chuckled to himself, rubbing the tip of a finger along some of the runes. They had painted those together along the doorframe, and he had complained the whole darn time. Then again, so had the dragon. But at least it looked good.
Though he liked admiring the craftsmanship of the door, Angelo couldn't spend all of his time out here. After all, he was going into the library for a reason. With a shake of his head and a mental note to come back and look at the carvings, he opened the door and stepped inside.
The library was rather large, reaching from the door to about 40 feet away on the other wall. Going from side to side, the room had five book shelves that were in the middle of the room, and wall shelves that reached around the entire length of the room. Not all of them were filled with books, of course; even Draconicon didn't have a collection quite that big. Those that weren't filled with books, though, were filled with notebooks, arranged by subjects depending just what they were filled with. He could probably pick one of them off of the shelf and start learning a great deal about various strange subjects, but that wasn't what he was here for.
"Now, where would he keep his newest project?" Angelo muttered as he started pulling books down one by one, just checking which was where so he had some reference. A couple of books revealed that he was looking at the section on medieval warfare. The dragon used that when he was writing fantasy battles, Angelo remembered. "Okay, strategy/history here...which means erotica is probably two cases behind me," the raccoon said, turning and walking around.
And there it was. The dragon's collection of stories that he'd written, all of them naughty as hell. More than a few of them had been shared in bed, reading it aloud as a form of foreplay. Some of them had been particularly hot back when they were still master and pet rather than boyfriends, and he hoped that they'd eventually get back to those again.
"Okay, now...recently completed stuff is over here..." He flipped through some of the binders that held the stories, checking on their first lines. That was all he remembered, but he remembered it quite clearly. No mention of Roku-Oukoku here...none here...Roku-zan there...
Ah there it was. Angelo smiled as he picked up the binder with the story, carrying it to a single table in the middle of the library. He pulled one of the comfy chairs over to it, kicking his legs up as he got a little more comfortable. "Okay, let's see if I can actually get through the story this time," he said to himself, opening the binder and looking at the opening sentence again. "There was once a land known as Roku-Oukoku, a land divided by six nations, a land ruled by kings and watched over by ninjas..."
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"Angelo? What are you doing in here?"
Draconicon's voice shook Angelo out of his near sleep. Shaking his head and dropping the binder back on the table with a bit of a thud, he slowly stood up, leaning on the table for support. "Ugh...that was weird."
He felt the dragon's hand on his back, steadying him. "You okay? What were you doing in here? Usually you avoid this place like the plague."
"I'm good, I'm good," Angelo said. He rubbed his head, clearing it of a small headache. "I just wanted to try re-reading that story again. I thought maybe reading it myself might let it stick in my head a little better, so I wouldn't just forget it again."
"Seriously?" Draconicon reached down for the binder, shaking his head a little bit. "You should have just asked me. I could have found it for you and you could have read it in the bedroom, or in the living room, where you could have been a little more comfortable."
"Yeah, maybe I shoulda done that," the raccoon said with a little shake of his head. Why did he have such a headache? It was weird, like he had been reading something for hours instead of just sleeping. "Um...just how long was I in here? What time is it?"
The dragon shrugged. "Well, I can't really tell how long you've been in here - particularly since I don't know when you got in here - but right now it's about eight o'clock, and - "
"Wait, what?" Angelo blinked. "What time did you say?"
"Um, I said eight o'clock. That's why I was coming back here to check on you, just in case you'd gotten a little lost in your art."
Angelo shook his head a few times. "That's impossible. That has to be impossible." If that was the truth, then he had been sitting at the table for almost 5 hours, just looking at the binder. He'd never done that before, and even if he'd fallen asleep partway through, it wouldn't have taken him that long to read the story. "Are you sure?"
The dragon arched an eyescale. "Do you really think that I'm ever not sure about time? And you've known me for how long?"
"Okay, okay, stupid question, sorry." Angelo looked back at the binder in the dragon's hands. What was going on? It was like every time he heard or read that story, chunks of his memory started disappearing. "Are you sure that's just a story, Draconicon?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, every time I hear you read it to me, or when I read it just now, it's like I can't remember what happened around me while I was reading it. It's like whole pieces of the day are disappearing from my memory. I mean, I can't remember what happened last night after you read the opening part of the story, and I can't remember anything about the story except the very first part," Angelo confessed. He looked from the binder to the dragon, looking right into his eyes. "Are you sure that this thing isn't some sort of trick on your part? It's really starting to get a little weird."
Rather than looking concerned, Draconicon smiled. He laughed, putting the binder back down on the table as the laugh got stronger and stronger, eventually forcing the dragon to lean against the table to keep from falling down. And the more the dragon laughed, the more Angelo blushed. It wasn't that silly of a question...was it?
The dragon laughed for nearly a full minute before he got himself under control again. "Okay, I guess it was my turn for a mega-laugh there," he said as he wiped some tears from his eyes. "Man, that was a good one...Anyway." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, there's no way that this thing is a trick. I'm flattered that you think I'm a good enough writer to put something like that into a story, but I wouldn't just write a story that you couldn't remember. What's the point of making something like that? It just doesn't make sense."
Well, it didn't at that, Angelo had to admit. All selling purposes aside, a story was made to be read. Draconicon was an author, and as such, having a story be completely forgettable would be more an insult than anything else, even if it did play a trick at the same time. "Sorry about that," Angelo said with a shake of his head. "But I'm serious. Something is making me forget part of my day, and it's starting to freak me out a little bit."
With a wave of his hand Draconicon dismissed his worry. "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much. If it's still bothering you in a few days, we can check out some doctors in the area. I'm sure that it's nothing serious, though."
"But what if -"
A scaly finger pressed against his lips, sealing his words up inside his mouth. "I said, don't worry about it." Draconicon smiled softly, pulling his finger away and replacing it with his lips. Angelo sighed softly into the kiss, a little of his worry melting away. He brought his arms up around the dragon, pulling him close in a close hug. Clasping his hands together to keep the dragon from pulling back - not that there was a great chance of that - Angelo pressed his lips a little tighter against the dragon's. Then he felt Draconicon's arms around him, pulling him in tighter.
As they stood there, lips to lips and chest to chest, Angelo felt...better. Not all the way better - with what was happening, no surprise - but better. Whatever was happening, the two of them could deal with together.
Too soon for his taste, Draconicon broke the kiss. He smiled down at him, then gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I promise you, my love," Draconicon whispered, "there's nothing that you need to worry about. Nothing is happening that you need to worry about. At the very worst, if you think that you need some help tomorrow, we'll call one of the doctors around here and check things out. But just give it one more day. If it's still there then, we'll deal with it. But I don't think that it's anything bad."
With a slow nod, Angelo agreed. He leaned forward and pressed his head against the dragon's chest, resting in his arms and closing his eyes. "I'll trust you love...I'll trust you. Just promise me everything is going to be okay."
"I do, Angelo," Draconicon whispered. His hands rubbed along Angelo's back, drawing little trembles and a soft smile from the raccoon. "I promise everything will be okay."
"Then that's all I need to hear."
They stood like that for a few more minutes, just holding each other, before Draconicon cleared his throat softly. "Well, I thought I should let you know that there's still some dinner downstairs, if you're feeling hungry. After sitting up here reading for so long, I'm sure that your stomach needs something to fill it back up."
His stomach chose just that moment to start gurgling and grumbling, and the raccoon couldn't help blushing as it was loud enough for the dragon to hear. How did he know? Because Draconicon started chuckling as soon as the gurgling plea for food quieted down again. "I'll take that as a 'Raccoon Need Food' signal," Draconicon said with a smile. "There's some fish and some rice still ready down there, if you - "
Angelo didn't hear the rest of the dragon's sentence; as soon as he'd heard the word 'fish' he was off like a shot, zooming out of the room and down the hall. "FISH FISH FISH!" he shouted excitedly, grabbing a plate as soon as he hit the kitchen and some pieces of fish before sitting down at the table. That was about as far as his ability to keep some manners went, and he started digging in immediately.
He was already through his first fish before his boyfriend had gotten back to the kitchen. He blushed just a little at the way Draconicon smiled at him. Yes, this was a little silly, and a little childish, but it was his favorite food, and it was kind of a species thing to react this way, sort of the same way that Draconicon had that dragon-ish urge to hoard various things. And it wasn't just books, either; Angelo had found a little collection of shiny rings and other such things that Draconicon kept, so he had his own stuff to tease the dragon about.
Thankfully Draconicon didn't take the opportunity to tease him. Instead, he just sat down at the table, sighing a bit as he stretched out and got comfortable. "So, good fish?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, yes, yes, very good," Angelo replied between a few bites. "Mmmm, so very good, thank you love," he mumbled. Little bits of the fried batter around the fish was falling to the plate, which he ignored. That was only one part of the food, and the best part was the fish itself, not the stuff that it was wrapped up in. The only thing that could make this better would be some chips to go with them.
Angelo suddenly meeped in mid-bite as he felt the dragon's foot rubbing over the top of his. He gagged for a moment in surprise before swallowing the bite, looking from his fish to the dragon. "U-um...y-yes love?"
"Oh, nothing. Just glad to see that you're enjoying yourself," Draconicon said. His foot was rubbing along the raccoon's, and it was slowly moving up higher. The toes stroked over his calves, and the underside of the foot rubbed along his leg. He felt more and more of Draconicon's foot as it got up higher and higher, and his blush got brighter and brighter correspondingly. "Maybe try and tease you a little bit too. You don't mind, do you?" he asked.
Shaking his head, Angelo tried his best to just focus on the food on his plate. However, that was a bit of a problem, considering he had only one more piece of fish left, and the dragon's foot was still traveling up his leg. It was just past his knee now, and his pants were tenting pretty darn hard at this point. He could feel the tip of his member pressing against the front of his pants, and he was so very tempted to reach down and open them, let his cock out into the open. The need to cum was building in him impossibly fast, but that didn't matter. All he cared about was the fact that the footjob that had been interrupted before was about to be continued.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Angelo stopped in mid-reach to his pants, looking across the table. "What...why?" he asked. The foot had stopped only two inches from his groin, the toes still drumming lightly against his thigh. "Why'd you stop?"
"I told you. I'm just teasing." Draconicon smiled, pulling his foot back a little further after that. It was only through sheer willpower that the raccoon didn't reach out under the table and grab them. "After all, you keep telling me that you don't have a foot fetish. Maybe I should start respecting that and not put you through so much of that just for my sake."
It took everything Angelo had to not beg the dragon - his master, a part of his mind insisted - to rethink that. The need he felt for those feet in his lap was so strong that he almost couldn't ignore it. In fact, he couldn't ignore it; it was blaringly loud in his skull, telling him to grab those feet and start humping them hard, all the while proclaiming his new fetish. He couldn't ignore that, but he could resist it. Keeping his twitching hands under the table, he slowly nodded his head. "I-I'd appreciate...appreciate that," he stammered, looking down at the table.
Draconicon cocked his head to the side. "Is something wrong, Angelo? You almost seem disappointed."
"N-no, I'm not," Angelo said. Darn it, why couldn't he stop stammering. "Um, if you d-don't mind, I think I'm going to get an early night...That alright?"
The dragon arched an eyescale, but slowly nodded. "Sure. If you think you need it, anyway." He reached into a pocket, pulling out a flash drive. "Before you do, though, why don't you take this? It's something I got a few days ago, a little MP3 file that's supposed to help you sleep better. Maybe a good night of sleep will help you feel better tomorrow. Just take it and put it on my MP3 player and listen to it tonight."
"Thanks. I'll give it a shot. I'm willing to try just about anything at this point," Angelo admitted, taking the flash drive. He leaned down, giving the dragon a tight hug. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Here's hoping that I'm feeling better then."
"Here's hoping. Sleep well," the dragon said, giving Angelo a kiss on the cheek and waving at him. "I'll be along in an hour or two, just want to get a little more writing done. Don't want to lose the momentum and not sell another book, huh?"
He couldn't quite hold back a chuckle there. "Definitely not. See you. Love you," Angelo said.
It didn't take long to transfer the file from the flash drive to computer, and less time to get it from there to the MP3 player that the dragon had. The headphones were the hardest part, for that matter, since they were designed for a dragon's head, and they didn't really have ears in the way that mammals did. He had to fiddle with them a little bit until they were secure in his ears, and by then he was getting rather tired.
Stripping down to his boxers, he hesitated, then kicked them off as well. He didn't want Draconicon thinking he was upset with him or anything, and this way the two of them could have a little fun in the morning without having to undress more first. If he did feel better in the morning, he was sure that he would want to celebrate, after all.
After pulling the covers up and getting comfortable, Angelo closed his eyes and pressed the play button on the player. He set the audio file to 'repeat', and slowly started falling off to sleep. A soft, gentle music played, which only served to make him drift off faster. It was very...relaxing...
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His sleep wasn't quite as undisturbed as he liked, filled with strange dreams. Rather than the dark background that usually filled in the edges and whatever was the focus, the background was white, filled with bright light. Everything was so well lit, but there was nothing for there to be lit up. Nothing at all.
Except for one thing.
Hanging in the air above him was a strange, blurred shape, dark against the white light filling the background. Angelo cocked his head a little bit to the side, confused. "What...is that?" he said, finding himself fascinated with the strange thing. He tried to reach up, but his arms wouldn't move. A slow glance to each side made it clear that his arms were tied down, but he didn't care. This was a dream. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing could hurt him here.
Already forgetting about his bonds, he looked back up at the blurred shape. It was closer now, and the curiosity he felt for it began to shift. It changed, mutating from simple curiosity to something stronger, almost like a yearning, a need. The closer that the shape got, the more he felt it, like the blur itself was fueling his desire. Angelo started panting, trembling in the strange invisible bonds that held him back. Arms stretched forward, straining against his restraints futilely as he groaned, trying and failing to pull the strange shape to him quicker, faster. What was it, he wondered. What was he needing so badly?
The answer, it seemed, was a pair of feet. Angelo stared with wide eyes as the blur disappeared, revealing the descending shape to be nothing more and nothing less than his master's feet, They were slightly shiny in the grand light of the dream, and he could see every detail of the dark scaled soles, arches, toes, and every other part of the pair of feet.
And they were coming right down on his face. The raccoon panted softly, arching his backs against the dream restraints, pushing his head upwards. This was a dream; he didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to worry about someone finding out about this. He didn't even need to worry about being teased about this or anyone finding out he had done this. This was a dream; he could indulge his new foot fetish - and yes, he admitted he had one now - however the heck he wanted.
Soon they pressed against his face, and Angelo sighed in happiness at the feeling. The bottom of the feet were softer, yet still smooth, the scales linked together in a way that allowed even the ball and heel of the foot not to stick out too far, or cause discomfort from the pressure being focused on them. His arms were released for some reason, but he didn't care. He just used his new-found freedom to reach out and caress the feet, rubbing them along the top and the sides. His fingers gripped at the ankles, holding them down so that they couldn't be pulled away from his face.
The feet were clean, smelling only of the slight musk that all feet have on them. There was no smell of sweat or anything unpleasant, just the unique scent of scales against his nose. He sighed softly to himself, his lips curling up in a smile as he licked over the scales, working from the arch and slowly moving up towards the toes. He could feel the muscles just under the scales, shifting under the pressure of his tongue, and he wondered if he was doing this right.
That wonder only lasted for a moment before he put the thought out of his mind, replacing it with the bliss and eagerness of a good pet servicing his master. It had been too long since he'd done something like this, and he wanted to do it again so badly. Closing his eyes, Angelo worked over the bottom of the foot, kissing, licking it, teasing it. Though he lacked the moans and sighs that he would hear in real life, he could feel the toes curl, feel little twitches through the muscles and scales that told him if it was something good he did, or if the feet didn't really like it.
He experimented, trying new things as his tongue explored between the toes, and his fingers stroked over the bottom of the foot, finding different nerves and pressure points. He massaged, he licked, and he nuzzled; he suckled on the toes and licked between them; he even started worshipping them with whispered words. Half of them were incoherent even to him, but they were whispered with the fervency of a man finally given the relief he needed, with all the thanksgiving of a dying man in the desert finding an oasis. The raccoon panted, feeling his arousal and his erection growing, but he couldn't deny the feet their attention. He needed them...he needed to service them, to play with them, to do all he could with them. After all, the dream couldn't last forever.
For a moment the feet tried to pull up, and Angelo grabbed hold of them, whimpering and pleading with the dream not to pull them away, not yet. And for some reason, the dream relented, pushing back against his face. He nuzzled against them, and they pushed back against him, the toes drumming along his face, and his cheeks and muzzle were massaged by the underside of the dragon's feet. Each little touch pulled a moan from him, and he stuck out his tongue to lick against the toes, inviting them with his licks into his mouth.
They took that invitation. Within two seconds of his first couple licks, his mouth was filled with several toes, pressing his tongue down, requesting, almost demanding worship. Angelo was happy to give them what they asked for, sighing in happiness as he nuzzled against them, sucking on them and bobbing his head back and forth along them as well as just licking them. What little tension there had been in the feet to start with had disappeared by now, and Angelo couldn't help a small flash of pride because of that.
He jerked, feeling something strange. All he could see were the feet above his face, but he could feel something on his member. Something had exposed it, and he could feel a hand or something pressed against it. It was a soft feeling, yet still firm, holding him tight and stroking him fast. Very fast. It made him moan all the louder, the noise only barely stifled by the toes still in his mouth.
Then the unseen hands started fondling his balls, and his libido kicked up into high gear. He arched his back, sucking on the toes harder and massaging at the ankles. Every breath was either a moan or a pant, an unvoiced plea for that hand to stroke him faster...or to move the feet down there and let him cum on them.
This continued for who knew how long - Angelo felt like it was hours, but it could have been minutes, or even just seconds - before the feet pulled back again. This time, no matter how hard Angelo tugged on them, they were pulled back, away, out of his grip. He whimpered and moaned, starting to hump against the hand on his cock, but then it disappeared too. All the stimulation that had been driving him almost insane had disappeared.
And he needed it back. He tossed and turned, trembled and shivered, whimpering for the pleasure to come back. "Please...please...more...please...more!" he cried out in the dream.
Then...he heard a voice. It was very familiar, though in his dream he couldn't quite pull it together right away. He listened to it, and it slowly started calming him down. He couldn't quite understand it, but it was loving, gentle, calm, and it made him happy to hear it.
"Angelo," it said. He smiled. "Angelo...it's time to wake up. Time to wake up...wake up..."
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"Angelo, wake up. I have a surprise for you," Draconicon said.
The raccoon groaned as he rubbed his eyes, shaking his head a little bit. "No wanna," he mumbled. "Having a good dream...lemme sleep."
"I don't think you'll want to go back to sleep yet, Angelo," Draconicon said with a chuckle. The raccoon felt a hand against his crotch again, and blushed despite his eyes being closed as the dragon started stroking him. He was so hard, and that felt so good, that he let out a moan immediately. "Hehe, come on, open your eyes. I really do have a surprise for you, and it's not the usual good morning surprise when I'm feeling horny."
"Alright, alright," Angelo muttered. He rubbed his eyes again, slowly opening them. "What's the surpri-"
He just stopped and stared. Right there in front of his face were the same feet that had been in his dream, and to his blushing shame, they were completely covered with signs of being licked recently. That was his tongue that had been trailing over them, making the scales slick and shiny. He blushed heavily, but couldn't look away, and he was darn sure that the dragon could feel his cock getting harder as he looked at the sexy feet. "Wha...wha...master...I mean..."
"You have a foot fetish, Angelo; don't try to deny it any more. You have the same fetish as me, and you want to play with my feet." The dragon smiled, wiggling his toes, one big toe batting Angelo right on the nose. He pressed those feet right up against the raccoon's face, rubbing it gently, massaging Angelo's head and cheeks with the big feet.
But before Angelo could get as into it as he wanted, the dragon pulled them back. "But I think that I want you to show me the truth. You've been hiding it for the last two days. You've been getting more and more of a fetish the last two days, and you've been trying to ignore it. But now it's full blown, and you've admitted it to yourself. Show me your need. Show master just how well you can service him." Draconicon smiled softly, slowly wiggling back until he was sitting at the foot of the bed, his feet extended out, the heels resting on top of Angelo's legs. "Show me, pet. Show me."
Every time the word 'pet' was repeated, Angelo found the blush on his cheeks getting a little stronger and his cock pulsing a little bit harder. It had been so long since he'd been addressed that way, and it was fun to hear it again. But more than that, he was being to asked to prove that he hadn't lost his touch, that he was still a good pet and as skilled as serving his master as ever.
He didn't intend to disappoint. Getting down on all fours, he slid forward until he had his face pressed against his master's feet. He nuzzled against the underside, rubbing his cheeks against first one foot, then the other. Pressing his lips against the heel, he kissed his way from the heel to the arch, and from there to the ball of the foot and the toes. Every toe received a kiss of praise, from the smallest one to the big toe. From there he moved to the other foot, kissing the big toe on it and slowly working his way down to the heel again.
Once done, he did it again, kissing up one foot and across the toes before doing it reverse on the way down the other foot. It was easier doing this in real life; he could hear the dragon's moans, could feel the twitches as the legs tried to pull back now and then, and the little giggles when he hit a rare ticklish spot. That even made him giggle, and he never stopped smiling.
One of the dragon's feet shifted back a bit, and Angelo pounced on it like a cat leaping on a bit of string. He could tell that it surprised the dragon from the look on his face, but he only smiled back, leaning down and sucking the big toe into his mouth. He sucked on it, lashing over the toe with his tongue. Bobbing his head slowly, he treated it like it was a little cock, pulling back to swirl his tongue along it before pulling it right back into his mouth. He saw the dragon blush just a bit, and he giggled just a bit in his head. For a change, it was the master blushing, not just him, and that was a good change.
Gradually he pulled more toes into his mouth, first just one other. Then another one, bobbing up and down along the three twitching toes. They wiggled in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue just like in his dream. He moaned softly, and the dragon did the same.
Angelo spied the dragon's bulge in the bit of blankets that covered his crotch, and he smiled in the knowledge of a job done well. Gripping the foot by the ankle a little tighter, he pulled the fourth toe into his mouth. He could feel his lips stretching, but he was tempted to try and go for the fifth one. It would be one of the few things that he hadn't done for a while, and he was pretty sure that Draconicon, that master, would appreciate it.
As he was distracted by deciding whether to take the final toe or not, Draconicon surprised him again. The foot that he wasn't attending to pressed against his own hardness, causing the raccoon to jerk and make a muffled yelp against the toes in his mouth. He shivered, his member manipulated by the dragon's talented toes. His cock was pulled between the big toe and the one next to it, slowly stroked. "Good boy," Draconicon said, and Angelo blushed deeper even as he took the compliment with pride.
But the compliment was one thing. Having to deal with that talented sexy foot pressing against his cock was something else. He moaned louder and louder as it stroked him, and his concentration only got more difficult as Draconicon pulled his foot back, only to push the raccoon's cock flush against his belly. It was being rubbed by the scaly sexy foot on one side, and by his own belly fur on the other. He moaned, barely able to keep moving his head along the dragon's foot.
It got worse as the dragon's toes started curling around his cock head, squeezing, then releasing, the bottom of that foot constantly stroking over his member, pushing forward, rubbing back. He was leaking per over the bottom of it, and that only made it slicker, warmer, the stroking speeding up as the minutes ticked by.
Before long he couldn't keep his concentration, letting go of that foot and leaning back, his arms barely supporting him as he trembled and shook from sheer pleasure. "M-master...please...let...let me cum!" he begged, panting and moaning, his cock twitching with need. "Please! Please!"
With a smile, Draconicon nodded. "My pet...you may cum." As he spoke, Draconicon moved his other foot down, sandwiching the raccoon's cock between the pair of them. "Cum hard...all over master's feet."
That was all Angelo needed to hear. He threw back his head with a moan and came, his member twitching hard as it was milked with every stroke of the dragon's scaly feet, his balls pulling up as he came harder than he could remember doing for weeks. He could hear the cum splattering against the underside of the dragon's feet, and he moaned as he finally got the relief he'd needed for the last two days.
He fell back almost half a minute later, panting and shaking from his afterglow. His body trembled even when Draconicon wrapped him in his arms, and he only started calming down when he felt his master's lips kiss him on the lips. Holding the kiss for a moment, he only broke it when Draconicon did, looking him in the eyes. "Master...I...I love you...so much..." he whispered.
"As I do you, love...as I do you," Draconicon said. He smiled, leaning in close and kissing him again.
The raccoon sighed happily as he nuzzled against the dragon. Things were good...strange, but good. He rested his chin on the dragon's shoulder, kissing him on the neck. "Just...just tell me something, master..." The dragon looked at him. "Were you...were you at all...responsible for this?"
Draconicon chuckled. "NOW you're asking the right question," he said. They shared another kiss. "Just a little, I'll admit; just encouraged it to come out of you."
"I knew it." Angelo giggled. "Now just one more thing to do."
"What's that?"
"Don't you EVER change me back," Angelo said. "I like this...it's weird, but I like it. Leave me like this?"
The dragon smiled. "Of course." He pulled the raccoon close, and Angelo was eager to get close again. "Happy birthday, love."
He nuzzled under the dragon's chin, and smiled. They were a weird couple, there was no doubt about that, but they were a couple. They didn't need a category; they weren't just a master/pet, nor were they just boyfriends.
They were themselves, and they were going to have a ton of fun together, because they loved each other, and that was all that mattered.