The Last Day
This one I had very good feelings about, although my stories tend to be kinda opposite about these things. If I feel really good about something, that probably means that it's flawed in some way...
Please enjoy reading, and feel free to comment and tell me your opinion!
Troid walked down the street with a smile on his face, his hands in his pockets and clutching his new toy. Not exactly 'new' new, but this was the first time he had used it; a tiny remote control with a radial dial that he twisted with his thumb and fore-finger. His grin became a tad bit more sadistic as he turned it almost all the way to the right for only a split second, then reset it back to somewhere in the middle.
To his side, his dragon mate, Lureth, yelped quietly and tensed up for a moment. The reptile's breathing turned to panting, and he stopped walking until Troid had turned down the remote. Inside his rear was a vibrator, slowly returning to an almost familiar buzz.
Troid kept his fast pace to encourage his mate to keep walking, having promised to Lureth that if the dragon left his sight he would turn the dial all the way to the right and keep it there until the dragon came to him. "Keep up, Lureth, we're almost to the shopping center."
They both knew what kind of embarrassment would happen if Lureth fell behind; the packaging of the vibrator had declared it alone could force anyone to orgasm, and Lureth was a very sensitive male. As it was, each step was a fight to keep the tip of the dragon's hard penis from poking out over the waist-band of his jeans.
Troid heard a sigh that sounded much like a whimper and heard the clacking of feet against the ground as Lureth jogged to catch up. Troid's penis was hard as well, but at least he didn't have tight confining jeans to display his bulge to the world.
He put an arm around Lureth's shoulder to reassure the grey-scaled dragon, but it seemed to have the opposite effect of what he intended; Lureth lurched forward and stumbled, pulling his short shirt over his pants to hide the tip of his long tapered member. He laughed as the motion caused the dragon to bend over and make the back of his shirt to pull up, revealing the top of Lureth's tail, but the glance of pure indignation and fury that his mate hurled over his shoulder stopped Troid's laughter immediately. This was the last day that he was Lureth's dom, after all.
The pair had made a deal when they first began turning sexual with each-other, of switching on and off as each-other's dominant once a week. It being Friday, Troid gulped loudly as he imagined just how well his mate's vengeance would feel.
They were both out here at his order, as he tried to wrap up the week with one final night of pleasure. His birthday had taken place on Wednesday, and he had been dying to try out his gift since he opened it up. Now it was Friday, and here they both were, walking down the streets of their city at noon.
They had just come out of the movie theater, watching some flick or other that neither remembered well at all except for Lureth's startled gasping during boring scenes and whimpers during loud fights. Troid had laughed hard enough to piss off a few other movie-goers as well, trying to time his sudden spikes in the power of Lureth's vibrator with quiet, unstartling moments in the movie.
With the movie now over, the rest of the day was theirs to do as they pleased. And it certainly pleased Troid to walk down the street with his favorite person in the world, making the dragon twitch and gasp at strangers while he eye-shopped the stores. Or eye-shopped his mate's rear, almost as good as finding great deals in the shops. The way Lureth's tail twitched and flapped when the vibrator's power increased was very amusing to the human.
As they rounded a corner they were bombarded with the bright lights of a restaurant, the shining signs turned to full power despite the sun's illumination. This was Troid's favorite restaurant, where he and Luther had first met. He hoped to create some more good memories there today too.
He led the way in, as he did with every building they entered. Luther was second as the submissive, and Troid was looking for every excuse to lose sight of the dragon and turn up the vibrator until he heard the yelping of a dragon in orgasm. The chinese restaurant was a strange mixture of oriental and modern, an eastern version of steam-punk almost, where robot samurai pictures and paintings were considered perfectly sensible things to put on a wall. Or even to make.
It being noon, the place was just beginning to fill in with the rabble of tourists and working people on lunch break. Troid stifled a yawn and adjusted his glasses, waiting his turn in line and looking back at Luther every now and again to ensure that the dragon was in sight. Luther was bent over and panting, his tail on the verge of lifting up as he clutched his stomach to try and trick others into thinking he simply had an upset stomach. That vibrator must be pretty powerful...
Soon enough it was his turn to take a seat, and thank goodness a booth was still open. They were taken through the labrynthian restaurant, past families on vacation as children and adults stared in awe at the flipping knives of the cooks. When shown where they would be sitting Troid made a point of watching Luther sit down as well, studdying the dragon's tail as it spasmed a brief moment while he lifted it to sit down. By the way Luther sighed afterwards, Troid had no misconceptions that the new position had rubbed the dragon's hard-on against his stomach and pants.
The fetcher left them alone to wait for their cook, giving him a moment to hug his mate lovingly and discuss what they were going to order. He watched as the dragon went over the menu as if it were a finely scripted book, desperate to concentrate on anything besides the buzzing in his ass that felt so much like a cock pushing against his prostate.
The waiter appeared shortly after, taking drinks and orders and flipping a few knives to entertain them before he began the cooking in earnest. Troid reached into his pocket again, turning up the dial for a moment as the cook put his knives away. He couldn't help but snicker at the odd looks Luther got when he gasped in awe at the sight of an asian american fox putting away cooking utensils.
As the waiter left to gather the ingredients and prepare to entertain the guests, Troid turned towards his mate and tapped his shoulder.
"I think you need to go to the bathroom."
Luther shook his head for a moment, then it came to him. The dragon's maw opened up in shock, but Troid didn't let the other get a word in to debate. "Go. Same rules apply. If you can last until I come for you, I'll give you a special treat." He winked at his mate and put on his best smile. "Just to pass the time until the cook gets back."
Luther grumbled something in retort, then winced as that earned him another quick buzz from the vibrator. He stood up awkwardly and eyed Troid anxiously, giving a sigh and then walking down the hall to the bathroom. Troid waited for the very tip of Luther's tail to exit his view, imagining the anxiety the dragon must have had just then, then turned the dial all the way to the right.
The yip that sounded around the corner almost set him into hysteria, knowing that the dragon had probably just startled half the people in that room. He could very well see in his mind the dragon rushing quickly to the bathroom, almost knocking people over in his humiliated attempts to reach privacy before he lost it.
Other than that, Troid had a boring wait. It was relaxing, at least, to lose himself in the ambience of the restaurant, leaning back and giving a sigh as he let his body rest. He wondered if Luther could actually last until he came to get him, and turned the dial down a few notches to give his mate a little break.
Shortly after he saw the cook return around the corner, his tray full of the raw ingredients to cook their meal. The asian fox gave a questioning look at Luther's empty seat, and Troid pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
"I'll go get him real quick, you can start cooking; we're more hungry than wanting entertainment right now." He said with a chuckle, standing up and turning to head to the bathroom. The hand in his pocket turned the dial all the way to the right again; although he wanted to give Luther his prize, he wasn't going to make it easy for the dragon.
He entered the back bathrooms and immediately knew what had happened from the sounds. He could imagine Luther burst through the door and slam himself into the bathroom stall, locking the door and ripping down his pants as he tried to squeeze the vibrator out. After that, from the little smacking sounds coming from the far stall, the only one with a closed door, he knew that the dragon had settled in for a slow masturbation while waiting for his master to come in.
Well, he had technically won the prize; there was no rule about taking the vibrator out of his body. Troid smiled and walked over to the stall, knocking on it to ensure he wasn't just walking in on some random stranger who also seemed to be pawwing off.
"No." He heard his mate's voice ring out. "'s a password door." The sound of fist meeting flesh sped up on the other side of the wooden panel.
Troid smiled and knocked again. "You wanna disobey your master?" He asked, trying to sound intimidating. "I could whore you out to everyone who comes into this bathroom if I wanted, make you lift your tail for anyone that wanted it."
"You're a human!" A short barked laugh came out from the other side of the door. "Your tails are always lifted. Just whore yourself out like you usually do; maybe you'll even charge people this time!"
Troid smiled as he imagined the paces he would put this resistant little dragon through when they got back to their house. It would be sweet hearing that voice that just insulted him whimper and whine one last time, before he himself was forced to bend over and accept the dragon's every command. But first, to get that door open.
"If you open the door now, I'll reconsider not taking away your prize for not cumming." He offered, hearing the sound of his mate pawing off stop.
A few moments later, a hollow click rang out and the door swung open to reveal his mate completely naked and sitting on the toilet, his hard cock in his hand and his face full of hope.
"Ok. What's the prize?" He asked, almost standing up to face his mate.
"I said I'd reconsider not taking it away." Troid replied, walking inside and closing the door behind him. "So.....yea. You're not getting it."
Luther immediately widened his eyes and puffed out his lips, giving his best puppy dog face. Troid laughed in retort, stepping forward and grabbing Luther's muzzle with one hand, his other hand going to his zipper.
"Oh alright, only 'cuz you look so adorable." His hand ran down the crotch of his pants, unzipping his trousers and fishing out his hardening cock from underneath the underwear. He saw Luther's eyes widen even more as the dragon realized what was going to happen, heard the muffled whimper that barely escaped from his mate's clamped tight maw.
He pushed his cock in his mate's face and let go of Luther's snout, his mate hesitating only a moment before opening and sucking his semi-hard member in. The faster this was started, the faster it would be finished. Luther had a lot of practice with Troid's cock, too, and it wasn't long before he wasn't just semi-hard anymore.
The dragon bobbed his head back and forth, his own hands quickly going back to his groin before Troid slapped them away and ordered him not to masturbate for the rest of the day. He gave a sigh and continued bobbing then, closing his eyes and concentrating on the task at hand. Troid looked around for the vibrator and saw the clothes buzzing in a pile by the corner, the dragon having wrapped the thing with all of his clothes to dampen the sound.
With a foot he kicked the pile over to himself and picked it up, pushing it into his mate's hands.
"Here, this should keep those paws occupied. I don't want any touching around that area." Lurthen whimpered again but complied, his hands going under his body and quickly stuffing the still hyper-charged vibrator back into himself.
The effect was immediate and obvious; Lurthen started shaking hard, trembling as the powerful machine buzzed against his prostate. Troid didn't mind the sudden decrease in the quality of his blow job; the sight of his mate almost cumming without even touching himself was good by itself.
Still, it couldn't go on forever. Troid, getting his cock assaulted by the hyper dragon's tongue, was the first to pop, spewing his seed down his lover's throat and then pulling out to lay his wet and semi-hard cock over Lurthen's snout. The motion was too much for Lurthen to bear; soon after the dragon came as well, his tail pulling up and his ass clenching hard while his cock sprayed fresh dragon cum all over his blue belly scales.
Troid snickered and let his cock rest on Lurthen's head, leaning his head back and sighing again. He knew soon he'd be in the dragon's position....and possibly liking it even more than he enjoyed being the dominant.
After a few moments, Lurthen shakily regained his composure, or at least as much of it as he could with the vibrator still vibrating uncomfortably against his inner pleasure spot. "W-what happened t-to the c-c-cook?"
Troid's eyes opened wide and he started laughing, ordering the dragon to get cleaned up quickly and dressed. He ran his finger over Lurthen's belly scales, collecting the spilled semen on it, and quickly pushed it into his mate's mouth, watching as Lurthen grimaced and licked it clean. Together they walked out of the bathroom and rushed towards their table.
The cook was gone. Instead of the asian fox at their table cooking their food, they found their food neatly placed in boxes for storage and easy carry. Troid sighed and told Lurthen to pick them up, leaving the money on their table and quickly leaving, a whimpering Lurthen in tow.
They walked a whole of three blocks before Troid turned around, wondering what the constant gasps and whimpers were from. He stared straight at his mate, prancing from one foot to another, and then remembered the vibrator, still going at full power inside his mate's rump. The front of Lurthen's tight jeans were stained.
With a tiny smile, Troid untensed and turned around, quickly walking back to their house near the edge of the city. It felt good to be in charge, even for one last day.
That night, he threw a two-person party. It lasted well into the night, some of it he couldn't even remember! All he could truly remember clearly was his mate's hot rump on display, the quaking tail lifted high and his own cock covered in lube. The blinders that he had bought had been sitting in the closet for much too long before he pulled it out, along with more choice instruments and devices. The final night was good, too.
He woke in the morning with his hands and legs tied to each side of the bed, spread eagle. He could only see black no matter which way he turned his head; Lurthen had already begun his turn.
A familiar feeling clawed finger traced his jawline, down his neck and crossed his naked body slowly, making him shiver at what plans the dragon had in store for him.
"So." A sensual growl came above him. "It's my turn, now....whatever shall I do....?" The hand trailing down his body reached and took hold of his privates, squeezing and making Troid squirm and struggle, a whimper coming out of his mouth.
"I think you need to remember just how humans lift their tails for everyone." His jaw clenched, and he began to grow worried as he heard the door to their bedroom open.