Feed a Fever
"Ah, Maker!! This shit is disgusting!!" The young male tiger whined after hacking up a yellow/green glob of phlegm and spat it into the waste basket next to the examination table he was perched on. Doctor Tryscalian look over at his patient, a slight frown on his blue scaled face. He did not usually stand for profanity while in his office, but he let the tiger kitten's outburst go this time. Hardly a kitten any longer, the large dragon mused to himself, his expression softening.
His friend's son Roger had grown up and filled out very nicely, he thought. Just turned 16 and with thick, soft fur covering some nicely developing muscle. Tryscalian remembered Roger's physical exam and had to calm himself down before he showed off just how attractive he found the young tiger.
The young cat's tail twitched and jerked behind him on the bed. Examination table, Roger reminded himself. Although it did resemble a bed. Harder and smaller, but it still looked like a bed. The Doctor normally treated larger furs then tigers, so he needed a larger, more durable table and Roger thought he could lay back on it, spread out and still be comfortable enough on it. His tail thumped softly on the padding as he sat there bare pawed and in only his jeans and looked around the Doctor's office, trying not to pay too much attention to the dragon.
It had been about five years since he had last seen Dr Tryscalian and he had gotten even more handsome during that time. His blue scales shined and glittered in the late afternoon light, silver eyes filled with concern and caring. Roger was surprised and pleased that when he called to make the appointment the Doctor remembered him and told him to come in right away. Even though his office had closed an hour before.
Tryscalian tugged off his rubber exam gloves and dropped them into the waste pail by his desk. He turned, walking back to the obviously nervous tiger. He smiled and placed his paw on the cat's shoulder.
"Roger," he gave the cat a reassuring smile. "You are quite healthy and just have a sore throat from a minor infection. It's not a thing to worry about and you should be over it in a few days."
A soft chirp escaped him, his body giving a slight shiver at the Dragon's warm touch. Roger gulped and looked up at the tall dragon. "Can you give me something for it?" he mewed. He felt bad enough to need to see a doctor, but not bad enough that he thought he really needed something for it. He just wanted some attention, maybe some affection. He realized this when he saw the Dragon's sad smile.
"Now, Roger. You're a strong, young cub and should be able to easily fight this off. I'll give you some Vitamins. Take them with plenty of Orange Juice, keep warm and well rested. Anything I give you would just make this worse." A low growl, more felt then heard, rumbled in this throat as his paw lingered on the tiger's shoulder, his thumb rubbing the young cat's fur and muscle.
Roger pressed his legs together, hoping that would somehow hide his growing erection. The dragon's heated paw and musk was making his head swim. "Maybe I should take Dave up on his offer..." he chuckled.
"Who's this Dave and what did he offer?" The Dragon was frowning again, his paw reluctantly left the tiger's shoulder.
"Oh!" Roger swallowed, he didn't know he had spoken out loud. "He's a friend from School. A Fox. He said his girlfriend told him... er... Told him..." He stammered as he looked away from the doctor.
"Told him what?"
"Well, he said she told him that, er, male seed, cum was good for sore throats. Helps them feel better and all the protein is good for you," he cleared his throat and looked around the room again. Avoiding looking at the doctor standing so close to him.
"Ah, that old tale." Tryscalian laughed and begin rubbing Roger's shoulder again. The cat softly purred from the attention. "Boyfriends usually tell that to their girlfriends, Roger. When they want something from them."
"I figured that," The tiger's ears turned deep red in response. "But Dave said it, well, worked for him last spring when he got sick while visiting his cousins."
"Ah!" The Dragon sighed and appeared to consider this new information. "What you do with your friends is of course your business, Roger. All I can say to you is to be safe and careful with whom you engage in sexual activity with." Tryscalian jumped when he felt the paw groping the bulge in his pants.
"I'm always careful about that, Doc." Roger still looked nervous, but not as much as before. "I'm still sure there's something you can give me." The tiger licked his lips, his breath coming in slow, deep pants.
"Roger!" Tryscalian tried to growl, but squeaked instead. The tiger's other paw was on his belt, holding him as the other moved up and started pulling open his zipper. He backed up into his desk trying to get away, but the tiger followed as he got the Dragon's pants open, belt unbuckled, and partly pulled down to reveal his large erection. Twelve inches of hard, thick dragonhood, dark blue at the base, darkening to deep purple at the conical shaped head pointed right at the almost drooling tiger. "St.. stop this. Stop now!!"
"Sorry, Doc. Gotta take my medicine like a good kitty." Roger griped the dragon's base, his paw just barely encircling it. "Fuck! You're bigger than the zebra from gym class." He looked up, Tryscalian's paw resting on his head for a moment. Roger wasn't sure if the dragon meant to push him away or forward. And he didn't think the dragon knew what he himself wanted to do either, so he waited and looked up at the hot male he was lusting for.
Tryscalian looked down at the half naked almost-cub kneeling before him holding his cock. The tiger's eyes locked with his, gazing up at him, eyes full of need and desire far more powerful then a teenaged tiger should have. His own rose up, mirroring what the tiger was feeling. He cleared his throat, his paw skritching the tiger's headfur as he gently nudged the tiger's head forward. "Open up, kitten. The Doctor has a tasty treat for you. It'll make you all better."
Roger's eyes sparkled as he smiled. Tryscalian moaned as the tiger‘s warm, wet muzzle quickly engulfed more of his shaft then he would have thought possible. The cat's purring vibrated the dragon's cockhead as it slide down Roger's throat. His paw gripped the tiger's head and held him still, his hips moved back and forth, thrusting his dragonmeat into the cat's willing and able mouth. He hissed , pushing his thick cock deeper into the cub's maw with every shove.
It wasn't easy, but Roger swirled his rough feline tongue under and around as much of the dragon's thick shaft as he could. He had never had his muzzle stuffed so full. Even his zebra pal Zeer wasn't this huge. At least the Doc's cock wasn't as blunt. He fit perfectly down his throat and he could feel the dragon's thin, salty pre already soothing his poor throat. His paws held onto the dragon's scaled rump and tried to pull his cock even deeper, even though his nose already bumped into the dragon's musky crotch.
Both of Tryscalian's paws held the young tiger's head as he roughly muzzle fucked the tiger cub. He growled and groaned as his shaft was scrapped by the cat's tongue, his cock pushing deeper and harder into the sweet, hot pleasure he had missed so much. He tried to slow down, let it last longer, but it had been too long and the tiger's mouth felt so fucking good. Tryscalian glanced over at his examination table and the image of the tiger laying on his back and legs in the air as the dragon breed his tail hole was too much. He threw back his head, his roar filling the room as his hips spasmed, stuffing his spurting dragonhood into the young tiger's hungry muzzle.
Roger felt the dragon shooting down his throat and he would have sighed in relief if he had been able to breathe with his mouth filled with pulsing dragonmeat. Once his throat was thoroughly coated with the dragon's seed, the tiger pulled his head back out of the dragon's paws and immediately his mouth was filled with the dragon's thick, potent cum. He almost gagged on the strong taste, but he gulped it down, purring in pleasure as he swallowed the dragon's essence into his gullet. Roger yelped as strong paws picked him up and quickly carried him over to sit on the exam table. His pants were opened and pulled completely off, followed by his white briefs, leaving his barbed erection bobbing in the cool air of the doctor's office for a few seconds until it was suddenly very warm. He mrowed, the dragon quickly swallowing his cathood into his large maw. He tried to thrust into the dragon's mouth, but he was held down by stronger paws. The dragon's head bobbed up and down on his throbbing dick, pushing him hard and fast toward release.
Tryscalian smiled around the tiger‘s pulsing shaft, the tiger roared almost as loud as he had when he had released in Roger's mouth. The dragon's talented maw had brought the young cat's orgasm very quickly, his seed tasting almost sweet and very enjoyable. He sucked and drank down every drop of the tiger's youthful cum. When he finished licking the cat's shaft clean and looked up, Roger was laying back on the examination table purring loudly, with a blissful expression on his face.
"Oh! Wow!" The spent cat groaned, licking his lips. "That was... great, Doc. I feel better already." The cat watched the dragon move over him, leaning close. Tongues sliding back and forth, tasting and tangling, they kissed deeply and passionately before they slowly broke apart. Roger gave a sad sigh as the doctor stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his pants and out of his view.
"I'll need to see you next week for phase two of your treatment, Roger." The dragon smiled as he told the tiger in his best doctor's voice. "And bring your zebra friend if you can." Roger's smile stretched his muzzle almost as much as the dragon's cock had.
To be continued...