BtF - The Janitor's Pet

Content Warning: Bullying, Insensitive Language, Romance, Adult/cub sexual contact (28M/11F), Taboo/Risky Contact, Virginity Loss, Excessive Cum, Multi-O/High Stamina, Sexual Exhaustion

 

 

Before the Fall

“The Janitor's Pet”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#

 

 

The clock ticked agonizingly slowly toward the 3:00 bell as Nicky Kindle fidgeted with a pencil during her sixth grade homeroom class. Despite her pensive waiting, her head swam with daydreams as the young spotted skunk squeezed her thighs together as the thoughts brought a blush to her ears, and kindled a warmth deep in her belly. It had only been a couple weeks since Nicky started fantasizing about this new crush, and while it was unconventional, she couldn't quite shake the amorous feelings; particularly when she was allowing her mind to stray into lascivious territory.

She was distracted from her daydreams just as they were getting good, as the mean girls two rows back whispered amongst themselves, and shortly after she felt a small impact on the back of her ear that landed, stuck in her black-and-white hair. The girls giggled and snickered amongst themselves as she reflexively reached to it and found a folded paper football with the word ‘OPEN’ scribbled in pink glitter pen on one side. Nicky already knew what it was, but couldn't seem to stop herself from opening the folded paper to see what was written inside. She wasn't surprised, of course, to reveal the flowery swirls of purple glitter-pen, the handwriting of the mean girl Monica - better known as Monica the Cunt to most regular kids.

The paper simply read, ‘Retard Fucker’.

Nicky sighed and rolled her eyes as she crumpled the piece of paper up. The rabbit girl and her little clique of horrible herbivores had zeroed in on her weeks ago, when they found out she had started chatting and hanging out with the school's new janitor after classes most days. The janitor was truly kind-hearted, friendly, and he loved a good joke, and while he certainly wouldn't end up regarded as some great thinker or an authoritative voice on any complex topics, he absolutely was not the horrid stereotype of profound cognitive disability that the mean kids at school made him out to be. He was just…simple; it took him more time to work through problems, and, not for lack of trying or effort, just as a matter of fact. Nicky knew well that he had his own sort of intelligence, though, that the other kids simply chose not to see.

He was also a dragon.

Nobody - not even the janitor himself - knew exactly where he came from, he just seemed to show up one day earlier that year and after the police and city resources were exhausted in trying to identify him or find his kin, they simply accepted him as part of the town once they'd determined he wasn't a threat to himself or anyone else. In Aardvark Heights, dragons seemed to be more rumor than reality until the janitor's appearance. His arrival hardly upset any waves in the world, though. Dragons certainly existed elsewhere, though rare, but as Aardvark Heights' first dragon, he was a little underwhelming for some who held greater expectations of what a dragon was supposed to be. The janitor was far more modest than that assumption, and without family or connections in town, he was effectively homeless as well. 

Early on, while everyone was bustling to try to find the dragon's home or family, the fire department offered him a spare bunk at the firehouse until they could find where he belonged, and he ended up staying until he got his feet under him in town. In exchange, the dragon helped out around the firehouse as much as he could, cleaning and taking care of minor maintenance as he was taught to. The guys at the firehouse were nice enough to help him hunt for a more permanent situation after it became clear he was here to stay. Quite luckily, the city ended up finding him an easy gig with the school, that even came with the offer of room and board in the school's old storage room in an old equipment garage, so long as the dragon cleaned it out first. The deal even came with two meals a day in the school cafeteria, which the dragon quite eagerly accepted. He struggled with the civil service exam, but eventually managed to pass it on his second try after some coaching and help from the city staffers.

Nicky smoldered in her thoughts at the note that she ground in her palm, tightening the wadded little ball she'd turned it into. It wasn't fair to her, nor the dragon janitor. Sure, she talked to him regularly, and would often stay back after school for a while to chat with him while he went from room to room to take out trash and sweep floors. Sure, she liked him a lot, and thought he was really cute even, and maybe she secretly fantasized about him during homeroom, but she had most definitely not fucked him, nor had she done anything that would suggest anything near that level of intimacy. But, the rumor mill was already working against her thanks to Monica the Cunt and her gang's efforts, and the school had been murmuring in the shadows about her regular visits to the dragon after school for weeks.

Nicky was startled out of her fuming fugue by the bell's announcement of the end of the school day, but she didn't hurry to pack her books and rush out the door. These days, it was easier to lag behind by a few minutes to let the worst of the traffic and chaos in the halls die down, so she took her time packing her books and pencils back into her backpack, then stood from her desk and filed out of the room to her locker to stow her books away as the crowds died down and kids filed out of the school rapidly. She knew exactly where Thistle would be; it was a Friday, so he'd be cleaning the art rooms and wood-shop in the basement, first. As she rounded into the back halls of the school on her way to the lonely staircase, as far from the main entrance of the school and the offices as she could, she came face-to-face with Monica the Cunt and her horrible little crew of mean-girls who were waiting for her.

“Look who's on the way to see her retard boyfriend,” Monica started. Nicky rolled her eyes; here we go.

“You going to stay late and help him clean his tools?” Brandi chimed in, making a lewd hand motion as Nicky tried to round the group and they spread out across the narrow back hallway to block the way.

“Are you guys really still doing this?” Nicky scoffed, “If you keep showing everyone how easily you guys are entertained, people are going to start talking about how slow you three must be,” the spotted skunk bristled, and shouldered her way past Brandi, the smallest of the three, roughly enough to break through their blockade to let her continue toward the stairs. They never did follow her all the way to Thistle; they were all bought into the stereotypes and assumptions; too afraid of stoking a dragon's rage to confront him directly.

“Don't turn your back on me, bitch!" Monica fumed as the trio turned around and started to follow her, and Nicky rolled her eyes.

“Look, if you don't have anything new to say, I think we're done here, so why hang around?” Nicky retorted, making a beeline for the stairs. It wasn't far, now.

“You can just admit you're eager to get to your love nest together,” Tracy teased, “Did you remember to bring snacks?” Brandi chimed in immediately.

“I bet he already has a box of crayons for you guys to snack on,” the deer teased. Something about the delivery was far too quick and clean; Nicky knew Brandi was nowhere near that quick-witted. She stopped, two stairs down, and turned to look back at the three who were crowding in at the top of the stairwell.

“Did you guys…rehearse that? Seriously? You guys really are pathetic,” Nicky said, with a genuine little laugh. It was so obvious, but it was confirmed by the furious fire that lit in Monica the Cunt's eyes.

“Bitch, who do you think you're talking to?” Monica barked, and before Nicky realized what had happened, she felt the rough impact of a rabbit's foot to her chest that sent her briefly airborne. Nicky had just processed the impact when a fresh one landed at her back; the hard tile floor of the basement, which her head snapped back against with the impact, striking a flash of white light into her vision as she reeled, dazed and trying to collect herself at the bottom of the stairs. The mean girls laughed as they turned and walked away as Nicky was reeling on the floor, but she still caught the last words of the awful rabbit girl echoing from the upstairs halls, “See if your retard boyfriend can clean that up, slut!" 

Nicky groaned and sat up, holding her head. Despite her tail's modest cushioning, she'd landed hard, but that pain was secondary to the sting and burn where the rabbit's claws had connected with her chest and stomach. Her blouse was in tatters and hung loosely open, and a bit of crimson was welling in the white spots of her chest fur, and blooming at the edges of the stuttered rips across the front of her training bra, though its structural integrity was still sufficient to keep her modesty intact; not that the eleven-year-old skunk girl had much for it to hide. Down the hall, she could hear the ticking of claws on the tile floor, and Nicky scrambled to compose herself, though it was hopeless with such short notice and the damage to her blouse.

“Nicky? Oh gosh, are you okay?” the janitor asked as he approached. “What happened? Did you fall down the stairs?”

His presence in that moment was comforting for Nicky, in spite of the events that had transpired and the reason for them. She forced a smile through frustrated tears as she tried to clutch her blouse together for modesty and struggled to get up at the same time. The dragon reached out and took her hand, and helped her to her feet, before carefully dusting off her back and shoulders.

“Hey, Thistle,” Nicky said a little glumly. “Uh, s-sorry, I …yeah, I'm okay, I just fell down the stairs,” Nicky lied. It was to save Thistle's feelings, she told herself; he didn't deserve to be burdened with what the evil school kids were saying about him; he was far too sweet to have to deal with that sort of thing.

“Aw, please don't cry, Nicky! Sometimes accidents happen, it'll be okay,” the dragon said, completely without judgement, his expression fixed with genuine concern as he looked her over. “Oh, no, uh, y-your shirt got torn too, and you're bleeding! Uh…stay here, I'll be right back," he said, already hurrying down the hall and into one of the art rooms. He came back with a paint-stained smock, and helpfully held it up for Nicky to slip her arms into, providing a little more modesty for her. "There, see? Already getting better…let's go to the nurse, she can look at your scrapes and make them better too, okay?” Nicky couldn't help but tear up, and simply nodded her assent. Thistle was such a sweetheart, she couldn't imagine how anyone could hate him the way the mean girls seemed to. 

Thistle was indeed a dragon, but he was so far from the standard expectation of a dragon most would assume, based off what knowledge they got about them from pop culture and the few famous dragons in media. There, you'd see dragons of prestige; politicians, musicians, actors, executives, athletes. Always big-time shot-callers. Dragons were destined for greatness, as the stereotype went; so much that the mere idea of a dragon came packaged with expectations of grandeur, excellence, strength, a firey temper and ruthless determination. 

Thistle was not that stereotype. He didn't have big armored scales; he just had a soft sort of peach-fuzz covered white hide. He had a purple-pink furred mane kept in a natural, side-swept messy spike that was the product of claw-grooming and only occasional brushing, and he had a little tuft of deep-green fur on his chin that almost perfectly matched the shade of his eyes. He was short for a dragon, too; the standard for dragons was assumed to be seven feet tall and brimming with taut, ferocious muscle, Thistle was a mere five-foot-six, and kind of skinny seeming too, especially in the baggy, ill-fitting thrift-store coveralls he always wore when he was working. He had most of the usual dragon anatomical accessories; gracefully back-swept white horns that sprouted from his skull, and a big, strong tail swept the floors behind him subconsciously, though he did a good enough job cleaning that its pristine white fur remained unmarred. He didn't have wings, but they were a rare feature among dragons anyway; vestigial appendages that only seemed to appear rarely in modernity.

Generally, he didn't meet the general expectations of a ‘dragon’ at all, at least as pop culture would have dictated. He was simply kind, and a little quiet, and a little dumb in a sincere, and disarmingly honest sort of way. He was remarkably average, normal, and approachable. Maybe that's why the mean kids felt such a desperate urge to belittle him.

The walk to the nurse's office was short. Down the hall, and then up a single flight of stairs to emerge into the main hallway of the school, right beside the nurse's office. Thistle tried the door, but it only rattled lightly in the frame. The lights were off inside.

“Oh. She's not here anymore,” Thistle said, sounding disappointed. “Uhm…we could try to find a teacher," Thistle started.

“No!" Nicky started with more fervor than she'd intended. She started again, "Uh…n-no, they'll just make it into a big deal, Thistle. It's okay,” Nicky started, a little nervously. She didn't want to have to explain her injuries to anyone that might question her on them.

"Oh, okay. I have a first aid box, but,” Thistle's voice lowered as he looked around the mostly-empty hallway, “Uh…I'm not supposed to let students go in my room. You won't tell on me though, will you?” Nicky couldn't help but smile at the genuine but childlike concern the dragon seemed to show.

“I'd never tell on you, Thistle. Are you getting it all set up how you like?” Nicky asked as they crept toward the side exit of the school at Thistle's relaxed pace, and pushed their way through the fire doors into that wing of the building, the one nearest the storage garage that was on the edge of the playground. 

“Yeah, there was a lot of stuff to move out and put in other storage rooms,” Thistle said, with his usual effortless honesty that made Nicky smile; it was why she loved chatting with him so much, it just came so easily to them both as they walked. “I found some neat stuff too that I'm keeping around though, unless a teacher needs it,” he said with a little smirk that caught Nicky's attention.

“What kind of stuff?” she wondered as the dragon squeezed close to the old metal-plated door on the garage at the side of the school building, with dented fence mesh over the windows to protect them from errant balls in the school's playground. Thistle twisted a key in the lock, and the door clattered open with a gentle shove from the dragon and he stepped in, urging Nicky to follow, which she did. The door slipped closed again with another clatter after her tail cleared the threshold.

“Oh, uh… Well. I found a slide projector and a bunch of slides…and a screen,” Thistle said with a smile as he turned on the lights, and the scattered incandescent lamps in the ceiling flickered to life, casting dim yellow light in the darker corners where the later-afternoon sunlight that filtered in through the mesh-covered windows couldn't quite reach. “Annnd, uh, an old sign with flashing lights on it,” the dragon said, gesturing to the road-side sign that the school often used when there was plays and events that advertised parking, event dates and other needs.

“What kind of slides?" Nicky wondered. She'd never seen slides used at school, and the novel piece of equipment piqued her interest. She looked around the old storage garage, which had been quite comfortably converted into a workshop already, though a corner had been partitioned off with old classroom doors that seemed to be connected together by old hinges into a sort of room-dividing screen; just a flash of Thistle's practical intelligence. It was a far cry from the middle-class suburban home she was used to, but it was easily identifiable as homey, comfortable and a genuinely resourceful use of the space and items that were on hand.

“I haven't figured out how to work it yet, so I'm not sure,” Thistle said quietly as he wandered to the red box fixed to the wall and opened it up to gather supplies. A bit of antiseptic, fur-safe bandages, gauze and sterile wound rinse were gathered up and brought back to Nicky, who had already removed the smock and was carefully unbuttoning the tatters of her blouse as well. Thistle averted his eyes with a radiant blush in his cheeks, and the gesture made Nicky smile a little bit.

“Maybe we can figure it out together, huh?” Nicky said, hesitating briefly as she shrugged her ripped blouse off and sat on the stool in her training bra. She fumbled a bit with trying to dab at the scratches under the trainer, and huffed a frustrated note. “Hey, uh… hey Thistle?”

“Yeah, Nicky?” the dragon asked, still looking away. His cheeks were pink already.

“I…I think I need your help. I won't tell if you look,” Nicky whispered. She fidgeted atop the stool and as Thistle fidgeted nervously and wrung his hands. Nicky pulled her trainer up and off, then reached for the smock and draped it over her shoulders to maintain a little modesty, while baring the space between her breasts that were just beginning to bud.

“I don't know, Nicky,” Thistle said. His voice wavered with nervous energy, and Nicky paused to reach out and take his hand. It was warm.

“It's okay, Thistle. I need your help, and you'll have to see what you're doing. I trust you, and besides, I'm covered up still,” Nicky said. She was honest, he knew Thistle wouldn't hurt a fly. She'd seen him chasing a cricket through the hallways just a few days back, trying to capture it to take it outside where it belonged. The dragon's head turned toward her, cheeks still burning pink with a blush under the short fur, though he strained to make eye contact. Nicky just smiled, and he returned the gesture with an awkward little crook at the corner of his mouth as Nicky pressed the bottle of wound rinse and gauze into his hands.

“Uh, alright Nicky. I'm sorry you got scratched up so bad. Just…just tell me if it hurts, okay?” the pale dragon asked, timidly dipping his nose to look at the wounds in the spotted skunk's fur, crimson showing in the white patches. He lifted the gauze up to press to her sternum beneath the lowermost scratch as he popped the cap open on the saline rinse with his thumb claw and carefully went to work. “You know, the firefighters taught me how to take care of lots of ouchies,” he said quietly as he worked, a steady little rhythm of pressing fresh gauze to the wounds and rinsing them with the specially formulated solution, able to get under Nicky's lush pelt to clean the wound and rinse the blood from her fur effortlessly.

“Oh, really? Like what?” Nicky wondered, smiling as the dragon seemed to relax a little as he realized she was covering herself. His blush didn't go away just yet.

“Oh, well…they taught me how to help if someone is choking, or if they're bleeding a lot - like, more than you are - or if they, uh…” the dragon thought as his fingers lingered, dabbing up the last of the wetness from the rinse solution. He put the stained gauze into a nearby wastebasket and picked up the antiseptic, dabbing a bit of the salve onto his claw and nestling it through Nicky's fur to carefully spackle onto the deeper parts of her scratches. “Oh…uh…what's it called if they aren't breathing and you can't hear their heart beating?..that thing,” Thistle half-giggled at himself. “Where you push on their chest and breathe for them.”

“CPR?” Nicky wondered, with an amused little grin as Thistle nodded rapidly.

“Yeah, that's it! That was fun. We got to practice on a dummy that looked like someone stretched a fox's skin over a mannequin,” Thistle giggled, a characteristic, short little noise he was prone to. “Plus, you know…they taught me to deal with all sorts of scrapes sprains and ouchies like this,” he said quietly, working methodically. Nicky had relaxed, and simply leaned back to let the dragon work, the smock resting loosely against her chest still.

“I'm glad they taught you all that stuff. You're really gentle,” Nicky said, as Thistle wiped his claws clean on a paper towel and went for the fur-safe bandages, nestling the little strips delicately through her fur to trace along the wounds and cling to the antiseptic salve to seal the wounds up from any dirt or fur getting stuck in them.

“I'm glad they did too. It helps me help people, and I like that,” Thistle said with a smile. “Uh, I'm done…all better, yeah?" he asked, looking up to Nicky in that close proximity, who just smiled back at him.

“Yeah, all better. Thanks, Thistle,” Nicky said. She wasn't sure what came over her in that moment, but she leaned forward, and planted her lips to Thistle's, and kissed the stunned, frozen-in-place dragon gently in thanks. It was a brief little peck, and over as easily as it started, but once their lips had parted, Thistle blushed and pulled back and paced, flustered and stammering.

“Oh, uh…d-don't worry about it, and, h-hey, uh, t…thank you too?” Thistle muttered, in shock and at a total loss in that moment. He clumsily gathered the medical supplies up and went to put them away, and froze for a few moments, facing the cabinet as he closed the door and fumbled with the latches. Nicky immediately worried that she'd gone too far.

“Th-Thistle? Are you okay?” she asked, fidgeting with the art smock that was still covering her.

“Um…yeah, I'm okay,” Thistle said. Nicky could hear shame in his voice as he kept facing the wall.

“Are you sure? It's not nice to lie to your friends,” Nicky reminded Thistle, and his head tipped a little lower. She caught herself, “It's…it's okay, Thistle. We're friends. You can tell me if you don't want me to do that again,”

“No! I…I liked it, just…” the dragon flustered a moment, with his tail slowly curling around his feet. “I, just…uh. I never kissed a girl before,” he said more softly, “You taste like cereal.” Another of those characteristic little giggles from him.

“You taste like cafeteria pears," Nicky observed in reply, and Thistle laughed, though he hadn't moved from where he was facing the medicine cabinet.

“They had pears with lunch today. They're my favorite, except for when I get a cherry in the fruit cocktail,” he admitted.

“Hey Thistle?” Nicky probed, and Thistle looked over his shoulder.

“Uh…yeah?"

“…Why are you hiding over there?” Nicky wondered. Thistle just blushed even more and ducked his head down a little.

“Uh…”

“It's okay, Thistle. You can tell me; I'm your friend, remember?” Nicky urged.

“Uh, w-well… Promise not to tell?” Thistle stammered, nervously.

“I promise.”

“Like, pinky-promise? Cross your heart?"

“Yeah, pinky-promise, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye?” Nicky giggled. “C'mon, Thistle.”

“I, uh… It…it woke up,” the dragon mumbled, the pink in his cheeks even brighter.

“It?” Nicky giggled at the dragon's shyness. That warmth she'd felt earlier in her stomach while she was daydreaming earlier surged back, faster than she'd felt before. Thistle flustered.

“You know..! It,” he whispered, his head tipping down.

“Did it like when I kissed you? Do you think that's why it woke up?” Nicky giggled, biting her lip. She couldn't deny that warmth blooming down between her thighs either, making her squeeze her knees together and fidget with her skirt.

“Uhh, yeah,” Thistle said with playful exasperation, before another little giggle of his echoed in the quiet storage garage. Nicky giggled too.

“Maybe, uh…maybe we can see if it likes it when I kiss you again, if you want?” Nicky wondered, huddling the smock over her shoulders a little more tightly. She was suddenly feeling a bit shy and sheepish too, but she couldn't deny her interest.

“Do you think that's…okay?” Thistle wondered, still sheepishly fidgeting as he faced the wall.

“I don't think there's anything wrong with it. You're my friend, Thistle. I already promised I'm never gonna tell on you.” Nicky said with a smile as Thistle looked over his shoulder.

“Uh…okay, j-just don't laugh, okay?” Thistle said. Nicky just nodded and smiled, and when Thistle turned, his hands hovered over the modest bulge in his coveralls, the dragon walking a little awkwardly toward her. Nicky gave a little grin at Thistle, and Thistle returned it as the blush continued to burn in his ears.

“C'mere,” Nicky urged, and she leaned forward as Thistle approached. The dragon timidly stepped closer, and leaned forward for a timid, innocent peck on the lips. Nicky helped him along by leaning up and into it, and tipping her head slightly so their lips played more firmly together. Her tongue swiped out and met his, briefly. The close proximity was amazing; she could feel the dragon's intense body heat as she urged him to step closer, between her knees as she spread them apart, welcoming him closer. For the first time, she noticed the dragon's subtle scent; a barely-flowery note, infused with the smells of school - pencil shavings and chalk dust. Thistle's return kiss was timid, but he quickly got the hang of it, playing his lips with Nicky's, his tongue swiping across hers as the two spent several long seconds in that close proximity. When the kiss broke, it was reluctant, and both were breathing heavily as Nicky snuggled her hands around Thistle's sides and pulled him just a little closer. The dragon gasped as he found his stomach pressed to hers, and timidly kept his hips tucked back in an awkward stance that made Nicky giggle again.

“What're you laughing about?” Thistle wondered, still blushing but unable to control his goofy, excited smile.

“I'm not laughing at anything, it just felt nice,” Nicky said, looking up to the dragon's innocent eyes as he smiled back at her.

“It did feel nice…” he said, leaning back a bit as Nicky's fingers lifted and stroked over his chest.

“…Hey Thistle. Can I see what you wear under your coveralls?" Nicky wondered, her fingers playing with the zipper.

“Uh…okay,” Thistle giggled quietly. Nicky could tell he was as nervous as she was, and worked to keep it lighthearted; well within the dragon's comfort zone. She just pulled the zipper of the coveralls down, and slowly revealed the slim dragon's t-shirt, a pastel tie-dye with an screen print on the front that had worn to almost-nonexistence. In the close proximity, her palm flattened against his belly as she pushed the zipper all the way down, and she felt the firm ridge of the dragon's erection against her palm through his well-worn, thrift-store jeans. Thistle gasped at the light touch, and their eyes met again as the coveralls sagged lower.

“Still okay?” Nicky wondered, giggling. Thistle nodded, still blushing.

“S-sorry it's being so silly, uh… It really likes when I kiss you, I think.” Thistle giggled, casually withdrawing his arms from the coveralls and letting the thick fabric fall to his feet in a rumpled pile as his tail smoothly snaked its way out of the garment.

“Mine likes it too, in its own way. Want to see?”

“Uh…”

“It's okay, Thistle. You won't get in trouble,” Nicky urged, as Thistle glanced around nervously.

“…Are you sure it's okay, Nicky?”

“Yeah. Wanna' show me your bedroom?” Nicky urged, and Thistle's tension faded almost immediately.

“Oh, okay..! Come on,” Thistle urged, helping Nicky down from the stool and giggling, “I haven't shown anyone yet, you're the first… It's the best!” the dragon said, excited to share. He walked her across the big storage garage and past the shelves and work benches, to the partitioned off area in the back corner, well away from the windows. A spartan arrangement but serviceable; and the dragon seemed perfectly happy. An old television and a radio sat on the middle shelf of a set of shelves that had bins of clothes on the other tiers. He'd fixed some old posters and maps to the walls, making the living space feel somewhere between a classroom and a bedroom, in which a simple cot set in the space behind the partition. Two desks were pushed together nearby to make a larger table atop which a half-emptied case of Sir Chomps-A-Lot sat. 

“You must like Sir Chomps-A-Lot a lot,” Nicky said with a little, playful teasing tone. 

"Yeah, it's my favorite. The cafeteria ladies don't make dinner so I eat that at night. The store lets me buy whole cases of it! I like to listen to the radio while I eat. Sometimes there's old movies on the TV too," the dragon beamed with pride as Nicky hesitated at the edge of the cot, piled in thrift-store blankets and pillows, despite its small size, a certain nest for a dragon.

“What kind of old movies?” Nicky wondered, trying to keep Thistle relaxed with small talk, even as she faced away while she lowered the art smock from her shoulders, and dropped it to the floor as she climbed into the dragon's nest. The floral, sweet scent of the dragon was easily evident there, and Nicky couldn't help but savor it.

“All sorts, I guess. I like the movies where they do karate,” Thistle giggled. “Uh, t-that's my bed, you can try it out if you want,” the dragon said faintly, standing nearby.

“Thanks, Thistle. But…I promised I was gonna show you something,” Nicky said, taking a breath to steady her nerves as subtly as she could. She sat on the dragon's bed and shuffled close to the head of it, patting the other end of the cot for Thistle. “You wanna sit with me here?" she asked.

“Uh, sure Nicky! What were you gonna show me?” he asked simply, having seemingly forgotten about the tense moment that led them to his so-called bedroom already as he climbed onto the cot and sat with his legs crossed at the end, facing her.

“How you make me feel funny,” Nicky said plainly. She settled with her legs crossed like Thistle was, then lifted her skirt in front, to show off the dark groove that had soaked into her blue panties, the perfect dividing line of her plump pussy through her panties. Thistle's eyes dropped instantly to the sight and his cheeks went bright red, the dragons eyes wide.

“N-Nicky..! It's…woah,” he said, soon entranced as he leaned forward. “…It got wet? S-sorry, I didn't mean to make your panties messy,” he giggled, still blushing brightly. His gaze was transfixed though, and Nicky could see the dragon's tented jeans firming more.

“It's a good thing, Thistle!” Nicky giggled, making the dragon laugh a little too. “It means I like you a lot. It makes me feel nice to kiss you, or even think about kissing you, or…well, other things…” Nicky lead, drawing Thistle's attention.

“What kind of other things?” Thistle wondered, his head tipping. Nicky was surprised at the dragon's naive question, and it was her turn to blush as she realized that Thistle may not have had a very important conversation with anyone, yet.

“Uhm…well, like hugging you, or maybe even holding hands… Hey Thistle?” Nicky started.

“Yeah, Nicky?”

“If I show you mine, will you show me yours?” Nicky offered, already thumbing into the leghole of her panties as Thistle's eyes dropped again.

“…A-are you sure we won't get in trouble, Nicky?”

“Yeah, so long as neither of us tells anyone. Can you keep a secret?” Nicky wondered, pulling the crotch of her panties away from her hot, soaking muff and carefully shifting them to the side as she leaned back to show off for Thistle. The dragon gave a little huff of steamy air from his nose. Rumors said he could breathe fire, but Nicky had never seen more than those little puffs of steam when he was flustered or excited.

“I won't tell anyone,” Thistle promised, “Oh, wow…it's all puffy,” Thistle whispered, his eyes wide, slitted pupils dilating to wide saucers of fascinated interest as he stared at the pouting, swollen mound of the young skunk girl who was eagerly urging him closer.

“It gets that way when it's really happy, like when yours gets big. It feels good too…does yours feel good?” Nicky queried as the dragon leaned close in the dim light. Nicky obliged him with a view, using her fingers to push the doughy-textured outer folds open, blooming her flower for him to show the more intricate details of her slickness-drenched inner folds.

"Uh-huh, mine feels really good,” Thistle mumbled, squirming in his place on the end of the cot, his tail curled up in a coil on the floor beside them. “It's so pink, wow,” the dragon said quietly, trembling a bit in his place.

“Is yours pink too?" Nicky wondered as the dragon's gaze remained transfixed on her.

“Well…kinda,” Thistle said.

“Can I see?” Nicky pried, biting her lip as she looked to the innocent dragon janitor at the foot of his cot, while she bared herself to him.

“Uhm…okay, that's fair,” Thistle said a little sheepishly.

“You don't have to if you don't wanna,” Nicky reassured. “I don't want to make you embarrassed.” Thistle giggled his little giggle again.

“I've never shown it to anyone before, except one doctor who wanted to make sure it was healthy, but…it wasn't pointy, then,” Thistle admitted.

“Is it okay if I'm the first person that sees it like that?” Nicky hoped, and she smiled as Thistle's smile broadened as he looked up to her.

“You're the coolest, Nicky! Of course it's okay…I can't think of anyone else I would want to see it even,” Thistle giggled, and Nicky did too.

“Aww, really? I really want to see it,” Nicky admitted, her ears pivoting forward. “C'mon, it's okay, Thistle. Take it out?”

“Alright,” Thistle said, seemingly needing no further encouragement; he gave another excited little giggle and undid the snap-closure of his jeans, then carefully wriggled the zipper down, before he dug into his tight, white briefs to fish his erection out into the open through the flap. Nicky gasped as she saw it, just a flash of pink at first as the dragon awkwardly fidgeted to pull himself out, then bared in its full glory- almost five inches of eagerly stiff dragon penis. She'd never seen a dragon before, and the contours of his member were fascinating; a conical taper to his tip, then a barely-there ridge as its crown, before the shaft of his erection steadily broadened to three ribs on either side of his length, and ended with a subtle swell of fatty flesh near his base, not quite a knot, but a satisfying-looking lump. Its tip was a light, rosy pink, but closer to his belly it faded to a vibrant purple that matched his hair nearly perfectly.

“Oh gosh, Thistle..! It's pretty,” Nicky giggled, making the dragon laugh and blush.

“Thanks! I think it's neat looking too,” the dragon boasted with a little well-deserved draconic pride as he leaned back and showed himself off to the spotted skunk girl. “I've never had it get this big and hard…I think it likes being seen by you too,” Thistle said. He was starting to purr faintly, a subtle little rumbling roll under his speech.

“I like you seeing mine too,” Nicky murmured, taking her own turn to blush as she squirmed in her spot. A moment's return to reality, as she scanned the dragon's makeshift bedroom, and spotted an old wind-up alarm clock. 3:45. Over an hour and a half before her parents would get home from work…Nicky took a moment to thank the stars for being a latchkey kid. “…Hey, I got an idea, if you…if you want to try something fun, Thistle."

“What do you wanna do? Play a game?” Thistle wondered, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he fidgeted with himself a little more as he held himself out of his jeans, seeming to struggle to keep the teeth of his zipper from chafing his flesh.

“Yeah, I've heard it's a fun game…nobody can come in here right? It's private?” Nicky wondered.

“I got the only key, except for the principal, yeah,” Thistle said quietly. “She always knocks before coming in.”

“…Let's take our clothes off, first. Like naked-naked. Then maybe we can try a game, okay?” Nicky asked. Thistle blushed even more and giggled, despite the fact that they were already showing their privates to each other.

“Like really naked?” Thistle giggled. “Oh, gosh…um, okay, if you wanna, Nicky. I trust you, just don't laugh at my butt,” Thistle giggled a little self-consciously.

“I won't laugh at your butt if you don't laugh at mine!” Nicky giggled, “It'll be fun, come on…” she said. The skunk, already topless, effortlessly reached behind herself to unclasp her skirt and pull it off. She couldn't help but notice a ravenous glint in Thistle's eyes as he watched her disrobing; even if the dragon didn't seem to know what to do, it was obvious to her that there was a seed of manhood in him, despite his innocence. She locked her eyes on his, and savored the way the dragon's eyes followed her panties as she leaned back to slowly peel them down her legs and toss them aside with her skirt. She leaned against the wall and planted her feet on the rails to either side of the dragon's cot, thighs parted shamelessly to offer herself for the dragon's fascinated gaze as her tail draped over the cot beside her.

“Whoa,” Thistle said in hushed awe at the sight as he awkwardly rubbed his own blushing cheek. Nicky smiled at him, and couldn't help herself, her fingers slipped down between her thighs and plied her folds apart again, now solely focused on playing with herself for the dragon's amusement.

“Your turn, Thistle,” Nicky reminded him, and Thistle looked up, slowly realizing what she was asking. Without a word he carefully slipped off the cot to stand.and fumbled with pulling his erection back from his underwear's flap, before he pushed his pants and underwear down together. When he stood again, he giggled a little awkwardly as he pulled his t-shirt off, only briefly getting it stuck on his horns before he managed to get it off completely.

Nicky stared in awe at what she saw. Thistle was small, yes, but despite his size, the dragon's core was stacked with well-defined muscle and a surprisingly low body fat percentage. While the skunk girl was plush and on the softer side, Thistle was shredded for his size, with a glimpse of that rich, green-hued fluff just under his abs and gathered in a little patch above his retracted sheath and modest balls.

“Oh my gosh, Thistle..! Y-you're a stud,” Nicky whined sweetly out, giggling as Thistle's pride was stoked by her words.

“You think so? I…uh. I don't lift weights or anything. The doctor said it was just natural,” the naked dragon said, giving a playful flex of his biceps which immediately showed tough muscle beneath his short-furred, soft hide.

“Uh, yeah, Thistle…wow,” Nicky said, blushing hotly. “Uh…s-so do you wanna play that game?”

“Sure, Nicky..!” Thistle giggled softly, still blushing, himself, though with bolstered confidence thanks to the ego-stroking he'd received. “How do we play?”

“I, uh…I've never played it before, but…I think it's easy. We just put our parts together,” Nicky said, blushing as she shifted on the cot, and moved to her hands and knees, lifting her massive tail to lay against her back and drape slightly to the side. She leaned forward to bare herself to Thistle, and the dragon hesitated, briefly, stifling a giggle. “…What?”

“I promised I wouldn't laugh, sorry…but I can see your butthole…Woah,” Thistle said, making Nicky giggle too.

“C'mon, Thistle, stop being silly. You wanna put your parts together with mine or not?" she asked, twitching her tail playfully as she showed off for the dragon.

“They really go together? No fibbin'?” he wondered, as Nicky swayed her hips playfully.

“Uh-huhh…come on, Thistle. Try it? I'll help you put it in,” Nicky urged, butterflies in her stomach with anticipation. She could feel herself dripping down her inner thigh with excitement, and she trembled slightly as she felt Thistle's weight on the cot behind her as he came close. A timid touch of a warm hand fell on her hip, and a nervous giggle from the dragon shortly after.

“I…I don't wanna hurt you, Nicky. Are you sure this-oh, h-hi," the dragon mumbled, cut off as Nicky backed in closer, and his member grazed against her rump-cheek and left a drizzled trail of clear excitement. He giggled again, softly.

“It's fine, Thistle. Just go gentle and I'll tell you if it hurts, okay?” Nicky urged, near desperate. She shuffled back just a bit more and arched her back to push her pussy back for him, and felt the dragon clumsily handling himself, his flesh nestling down toward the front of her sex, well off its mark. She savored the delicious sensation of his unnaturally hot, slick flesh against hers despite that, and simply urged the dragon, “Higher up, Thistle.”

“I can't see,” Thistle said quietly, feeling blindly along the way. The dragon leaned back and smeared through Nicky's slickness, as she felt him moving closer to his mark, leaving a trail of that intense dragon heat along the way.

“That's it, Thistle..up, up…ah~!” she gasped as Thistle's arousal smeared through her groove and eventually found its mark, with the dragon's modest manhood barely tucked inside her. Thistle gasped as well, his trembling fingers squeezing on Nicky's hip. “N-now in. Slow,” she urged with a nervous little giggle. Thistle giggled too.

“O-okay, Nicky, uh…” Thistle clumsily rocked forward, though with the wrong angle, he simply slipped out, and hotdogged up the crease of Nicky's ass. The dragon gave a flustered little noise and giggled again. “Aw, it fell out. Let me try again?” Thistle asked, and Nicky just giggled and snuggled up with the dragon's pillows, burying her face in them as she felt Thistle clumsily finding his way to her mark again, this time without help. He managed to find his mark more easily the second time, and guided himself as he pushed forward this time, until his erection complied with her body's contours and the dragon slowly sunk that nearly uncomfortably-hot spike of erect dragon-dick into her, filling her body for the first time. Thistle gasped and gave an excited little vocalization over her back as he leaned forward and slowly smashed his balls to her clit, making Nicky croon out a sweet noise too as she pushed back. 

“A-ah, Thistle..!” Nick whimpered, her walls bearing down on him as she tried to acclimate to her first stretch and the dragon's intense body heat. Thistle shuddered over her when she did so, and she felt him throb tensely, his tip pressed so deep that it kissed against her cervix.

“Ooooh, t-this feels way better than a regular hug,” Thistle giggled as he kept his hips squeezed flush to Nicky's. Her walls continued to flex and tremble around him. “Mmnh…does yours feel good too, Nicky?” Thistle asked, squeezing tighter to her backside. A possessive clutch of the dragon's hands at her waist that pulled her back against him made Nicky whimper delightedly.

“Y-yeah, Thistle, you make mine feel really good,” she panted out, her lush tail dropping to coil loosely around Thistle's hips as the dragon squirmed; first it was awkward twists and wriggles of his hips, stirring his arousal in her…but a few seconds later, he managed to make his first proper draw back, and with a shudder he thrusted forward again with a slick glaze of her juices on his member. As the thick, spongy girth at his base sunk into her, Nicky felt a stronger throb in his arousal, a flare of his member's ridges and an intense flex that built, and came with an abrupt pulse of hot, thick fluid surging against her cervix. Thistle gasped and throbbed tensely, holding her tight to his lap again as the twenty-something year old dragon rode out his first orgasm buried balls-deep in a sixth-grader.

“Ah, Nicky! T-that felt ..ngh!.. really good!" Thistle gasped, struggling to speak in the midst of the sudden surging splashes the skunk girl felt first within her, and quickly began drooling thickly down her inner thighs as she reached back between her legs. Her fingers curled up and felt the dragon's throbbing balls smashed tight to her body, and her hand was soon drenched in steaming-hot, thick white as the dragon continued to pulse powerfully while the more potent, flowery musk of the dragon's semen saturated the air.

“G-good, Thistle..! Keep going,” Nicky plead, panting as the dragon immediately complied, and pulled back with another urgent push forward that displaced another thick wash of the dragon's issue over her thighs and Thistle's lap. He picked up the pace and began to bounce his hips against her rump, making Nicky whimper and croon out sweet moans of pleasure for her simple-minded dragon lover who couldn't hold back a fresh giggle as a lewd squelch of mixed semen and her nectar rung out in the still air, and she joined him briefly as the dragon panted happily, soon pounding her backside and trying to make more lewd, sopping-wet noises as his premature climax faded and the dragon immediately began to burn the wick toward the next.

“Ah, it sounds funny,” Thistle giggled, panting steamy huffs out as he built a rhythm by clapping wet, lewd smacks against Nicky's ass as each thrust buried him balls-deep again, the dragon's strong erection flexing inside her. “Erf, uh…what's all this sticky white stuff leaking out?” 

“A-ah! W-what do you think it is?" Nicky asked, giggling as she rocked back against the dragon's eager thrusts, feeling her plush backside jiggle with each solid smack of the dragon's hips.

“Uh..mnf, oh, gosh that feels so good, mmnh..! Uh…m-maybe it's, uh, special feel-good juice that only comes out when it's really tickly?” Thistle hypothesized, with another of his little, silly giggles. “Uh, i-is it okay if your fur gets kinda' messy?” Thistle wondered as he looked down at the drenched creampie he was working himself through, thick smears of semen and strings of the sticky fluid connecting their bodies.

“Mnh..! I think you're right, yeah,” Nicky giggled with a sweet pant. “It's fine, Thistle, just don't stop,” Nicky urged as she bit her lip as her body was rocked with the force of the dragon's happy, reckless humping, feeling the steamy puffs of his breath in the spotted fur of her back. Each stroke of the dragon's arousal snuggled right to her cervix, making the young girl clutch around her lover intensely as their bodies came together again and again on the creaking cot. Nicky turned and looked over her shoulder, meeting eyes with her dragon lover who giggled and lifted a hand to wave to her, the picture of merry innocence, despite the fact that he didn't miss a single stroke of his hips as he did so.

“H-hi down there,” Thistle giggled, and Nicky laughed out at the sight, burying her face in Thistle's pillows again. 

“Ah! Hi, Thistle, ah, ha…c-can you go faster?” Nicky plead, smearing the dragon's still-leaking issue over her own clit and smearing it in circles around the sensitive nub's hood, while the dragon redoubled his efforts.

“Yeah, I can go fast…it's really slippery now, I …I think we're making a pretty big mess,” he giggled. There was a shift in weight, and then she felt Thistle's stomach against her tailbase. The dragon leaned down over her and bore his weight on an arm as he doubled his efforts, starting to hungrily clap his hips against her with shorter, urgent, brisk strokes that shook the cot and made Nicky brace a hand on the wall to prevent from getting smashed up to it. The more vigorous action made Nicky's eyes roll back in her head and she gave a gutteral, desperate moan as the dragon bred her with more power than she expected from the small statured janitor.

Nicky couldn't help but give a joyful giggle as she tried to find the right timing to work back against Thistle's hips, and soon both bodies met in the mid-stroke and clapped with a resounding, wet slap in the dusty, dimly-lit garage as the cot creaked rhythmically beneath them.

“Woah, th-this is hard work,” Thistle giggled, “I'm sweating…that means it's good exercise, right Nicky?” he panted, and Nicky giggled as she kept shoving back, one hand still planted on the cinder block wall as the other smeared the dragon's still-dripping load into her folds, smearing around her clit in circles as she squeezed her fingers on either side of its hood as the temperature rose, her panting getting faster as the dragon kept savagely pounding her tight, desperately needy middle-schooler pussy.

“Ah! Yeah. G-ghnn, g-good, keep go-o-oh!” Nicky struggled to direct the dragon, her toes curling so tight they cramped as her tail squeezed feebly around the dragon's hips. Thistle kept working, panting with a measured, athlete's pace that promised incredible stamina; maybe some of the stereotypes about dragons were true about him after all. Nicky's body twisted and clutched around Thistle, her fingers polishing her clit and pressing it from under its hood to expose it as the dragon's cum-soaked balls roughly slapped forward against it again and again. Nicky cried out, a joyous squeal as Thistle kept working, and her walls collapsed around him with a shuddering, desperate milking that brought her cervix to dip against his glans with each powerful contraction of her climax.

“Ha, ah! N-Nicky, it's squeezing, ooohhh..!” Thistle giggled, “Are you feeling good too? I think I'm gonna…mnh, yeah, I'm gonna do it again I think..!” the dragon's sweet voice crooned between his eager panted breaths. Nicky could feel drips of sweat on her back as she climaxed powerfully around the dragon, and as Thistle's motions grew more eager and urgent, they only drove her climax along, making her squeal out with giddy, climactic joy into the pillow as Thistle abruptly grunted, and suddenly joined her in climax with his own giggly, astonished-sounding moan as he rammed himself forward. Nicky could feel his cocktip press snugly against her cervix as it dipped, and the dragon's throbbing arousal poured up a bolt of thick, white heat that flooded into her womb under intense pressure as Thistle squeezed forward and she pushed back, using the wall for leverage. A second shot joined the first, and a third poured enough through the tight ring that Nicky felt her womb grow taut with the onslaught of potent dragon semen flooding her immature body. It brought a fresh yelp of surprised pleasure from her into the pillows as Thistle trembled and shuddered against her back, and abruptly dropped onto her, hugging her around the torso tightly. 

Nicky's trembling legs gave out under the weight on her back, but Thistle was there and ready to catch her, and drug her body tight to his chest as they slumped together onto their sides, and Thistle ground deep strokes of his hips forward as his fountaining pulses of copious, potent seed began to wane with Nicky's own contractions as they both laughed out an astonished, relieved few breaths before slowly succumbing to the afterglow.

They laid together, panting and wordless until their heartbeats had quieted enough that all they could hear was the slow, slick noises as Thistle continued to slowly pump his hips through Nicky's passage, the soft creak of the cot springs, and the quiet ticking of the alarm clock beside the cot, that brought Nicky's gaze to it. Thistle looked along with her.

“You usually don't stay at school this late, Nicky…I hope you aren't going to get in trouble,” the dragon said quietly, breaking the quiet moment.

“It's only four-thirty. My parents won't be home til after five,” Nicky said quietly, feeling the dragon still throbbing deep in her belly, making her tremble.

“Oh, okay… if it's okay, can we play it again?” Thistle asked, as innocent sounding as ever. Nicky giggled and twisted at the waist, not daring to pull off the dragon's still-hard member as she turned to kiss him hungrily. Thistle kissed her back, eager to share that intimacy despite it bringing a fresh blush to his cheeks.

“My insides are tired,” she admitted after the kiss broke. It was true, an ache had begun to set into her freshly-stretched walls, though she was reluctant to admit it.

“That's okay, Nicky. I really liked this game…can we at least play it again sometime? I wanna' get really good at it.” Thistle hoped, though his hips didn't stop their slow, steady rolling..

“Me too, Thistle. We can play together whenever you want, okay?” Nicky wondered. Thistle giggled with a little bit of excitement.

“I might need to get more sawdusty stuff to clean up all the messes. But, okay, Nicky. That would be lots of fun if you really want to!" The dragon purred quietly, still pumping his hips in slow churns, making Nicky shiver.

“You still wanna go again, don't you?” Nicky wondered with a wry little smile. Thistle giggled and nodded his head as he hugged Nicky again and slowly pumped again, a deeper stroke before he began to pull his hips back.

“Uh-huh…sorry, I know you're tired…I'll take it out,” the dragon said as he withdrew. Nicky lifted her thigh slightly as he slipped free and his still-drooling erection came to rest in the semen-slicked fur of her lowermost inner thigh, and a fountain of semen poured out of her as the dragon's member made room for it.

“Awww, I'm sorry Thistle,” Nicky giggled, “I guess I can't keep up with a dragon like that. Can I try to help, still?” the skunk wondered, reaching down to touch the dragon's still-erect member, teasing her fingers over its slickness-soaked length with a gentle grip around its flesh.

“Only if you really want to,” Thistle said with a quiet purr at the touches. He pushed forward eagerly into the skunk's fingers. “I don't want to make you sore again…”

“It won't make me sore, I don't think,” Nicky smiled, slowly finding the strength to stand up and stretch. Thistle followed her in turn, sitting on the edge of the cot and making a face as he started wadding up cum-soaked bedding, trying to isolate the mess.

“We did make a big mess,” Thistle said with a sheepish giggle. “Wow. Uh…I'll wash my sheets tonight,” he said with a quiet note. “Uh…right, so…w-what did you want to do, then?” Thistle wondered, as he offered Nicky the clean half of a blanket that was destined for the wash. Nicky accepted it and did her best to clean the smears and dribbling rivers of dragon cum from her fur. 

“Well…I wanted to try giving it a special kiss if you wanted,” Nicky giggled, her eyes going to Thistle's. The dragon was blushing again, and his head gave a querying tip.

“Kiss it? Isn't that kinda yucky?” he asked, naively.

“I don't think so, Thistle..! I like you a lot. It's not that different from a regular kiss, is it?”

“Uh…I guess not? O-okay, Nicky, but only if you really want to,” Thistle said with an awkward grin.

“Okay, uh…sit down? And open your legs up wide so I can kneel between them,” Nicky directed, and Thistle briefly surveyed the space before he scooted to the edge of his cot, and spread his legs wide as his tail curled around his own leg. His erection stood proudly from his sheath still, throbbing and unfalteringly erect.

“I hope it goes down…It might be weird trying to clean the school with this all sticking up later," Thistle admitted with a sheepish grin as Nicky approached, settling onto her knees on the folds of the blanket she had used to clean herself up. She snuggled between the dragon's legs, blushing a bit herself as she got her very first look at a real boy, up close.

Thistle's scent was intoxicating. His flowery, subtle smell was backed on a heavy dose of masculinity in his lap, the distinctive scent of fresh sweat, sex and semen clinging to the dragon's short peach-fuzz fur and his matted, soaked-through pubic fur. She nestled her muzzle closer and gave a tenative lick to the dragon's pointed tip, and giggled at the subtle gasp that Thistle gave. He tasted just ever-so-slightly salty, but the main note to his flavor was the distinct flowery musk, just like his scent. It was strong, but pleasant in a strange way; but more importantly, it was her dear friend's, who was staring down at her with curious, excited anticipation as she parted her lips, and slowly sunk them down his member.

Thistle's back arched slightly and he gasped, and then let out a faint moan as Nicky filled her mouth with the dragon's slick arousal, suckling the glaze of semen and juices from him slowly. Nicky pushed down, then bobbed her head as her tongue washed over the dragon's excited, hot, throbbing flesh, and Thistle leaned back, propping himself up on his hands as he stared down at her in awe. She lifted her hands to hold the spongy, textured bulb at the dragon's cockbase, squeezing and stroking it and making Thistle's legs squeeze at her shoulders as he squirmed.

“Ah-haa! That feels so good, Nicky, ah..! Tickles almost too much,” he giggled, and Nicky couldn't help but giggle around Thistle and pull up to his tip, just nursing on him as she experimented with stroking him between both hands. The intense initial flavor was fading, and now just a steady trickle of salty, warm, flowery precum rolled from his tip as he throbbed in her hands, panting faintly. She carefully surveyed the dragon's reactions, watching how he squirmed and panted and grimaced and giggled with her experiments, before she found one that made the dragon's eyes close and his head tip back, muzzle hung open as he panted and crooned out sweetly to her.

“Oooh, Nicky. Nnnh, that feels soooo good,” Thistle groaned as the spotted skunk held her fist curled against her lips, slowly bobbing her head and stroking his member at the same pace, as her free hand worked and kneaded at the base of the dragon's member, pushing his sheath back just a little further. She settled into a rhythm, loving that the sweet, simple dragon janitor was melting to her efforts and genuinely enjoying himself. She shivered, slightly, as Thistle's erection throbbed, firm and eager, getting rubbery-hard against her tongue, just like it did inside her before he came. The dragon's panting was shallower, more desperate, his steamy puffs of air from his nose filling the air.

“N-Nh. Nicky, Nickyyy, ah, I'm…I'm gonna do it again, I'm gonna do it," the dragon repeated, whimpering desperately as his hips shook, and the taut, defined muscles in his core flexed as the dragon grew tense. Nicky doubled down, soon polishing the dragon's full length with her fist, sucking on everything her hand couldn't hide, and giving firm squeezes at his base with each tense throb she felt from the dragon.

When it happened, it was sudden. The dragon gasped, and his breath hitched. He lifted his hips eagerly, needily toward her mouth, and Nicky, eager to please him, shoved down, moving her hand and suckling the dragon hungrily into her mouth as far as she could stand, using just a few fingers to hold his base as he throbbed. Tears welled in her eyes as she suckled hard, and her tongue nursed on the belly of his cock as he flexed, and exploded across her tongue. Thick, steamy-hot ribbons of potent dragon seed poured into her mouth one after another, quickly filling it to capacity. Nicky tried to swallow, but a fresh shot hit her in the back of the throat unexpectedly, and she gagged, then coughed; and a flood of thick cum rushed from her nose as the dragon kept pulsing powerfully, and abruptly she had to pull back, still holding the dragons fountaining erection as Thistle gasped and giggled and moaned out, hips still flexed up from the cot slightly as arcs of thick, steamy seed painted Nick's face, hair and fur with ounces of potent white dragon seed.

Nicky sputtered and coughed and caught her breath, still holding and tugging Thistle's erection on autopilot as the giggly dragon kept pulsing, oblivious to her plight, for another thirty seconds until he slowly began to came down and purrrred hungrily, giggling even more as he looked down.

“Nicky…! Oh, no,” Thistle said, with a guilty little look, “I made a big mess, I'm sorry..! It even came out your nose,” The dragon said, still panting. “U-Uh…hang on, I can get you something to blow into, uh...” Thistle looked around, before he hurried to stand up and carefully picked his way over to his table, fetching a little stack of paper towels to offer to Nicky, who accepted them as she continued to cough sporadically and try to clear her throat.

“I-It's okay, Thistle,” Nicky said, once her throat was clear and she'd blown most of the dragon cum out of her sinuses. “I…I didn't think you'd still have so much to squirt…you never run out do you?” she giggled, using a few fresh paper towels to try dabbing at her fur; a fruitless effort.

“Uh…I don't know, Nicky. I've never played this kinda' game before,” he giggled. “Is that a good thing? I have lost of feel-good juice to share with my friends.” Nicky giggled and nodded her head.

“Yeah, Thistle… I think it's a good thing,” she said, licking her lips. “It tastes good too…want to try?” she asked, scooping a finger full of the dragon's seed up and offering it to him. Thistle's nose wrinkled at first, but he gave a tentative sniff, and then licked Nicky's finger clean to sample it. He made a face, and laughed.

“It's…salty,” Thistle observed, sticking his barely-forked tonguetip out. “Not too bad though. As long as you liked it…"

“I liked it more when you squirted it in my belly,” Nicky admitted with a giggle, “But it's nice either way. I'm happy you let me make you feel good,” she said to the dragon, and Thistle beamed a big smile.

“I like making you feel good too, Nicky. Can we kiss again?” he asked, eyes sparkling with hope.

“Sure, Thistle, I'd like that a lot.” Nicky wondered as she stood up, and Thistle lowered his muzzle to hers, placing a soft, sweet little lip-to-lip kiss that brought a fresh blush of pink to the dragon's cheeks. Their tongues brushed, briefly, and when it broke, the two touched foreheads together and gently nuzzled their muzzles together.

“…You're my favorite, Nicky,” Thistle whispered.

“You're my favorite too, Thistle.”

 

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