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Pheromones and Dragon Scales

Chapter 6: That's High School for You

• Chad -

I couldn't stand it, not knowing! My primal instincts were going crazy! I was no longer pacing in Master's old room, I couldn't stand smelling his sent on those sheets. It was too hard to do when I couldn't actually see him, hold him, or even hear his breathing. I was just walking around the hospital hallways, just trying to get lost in the halls. I passed a wall that had a two-way mirror on it that stretched for about ten feet before abruptly stopping at a corner. I looked at myself as I passed it, my copper eyes regarding my lupine body and black fur with disdain.

All this muscle, all this strength, and I'm still helpless... USELESS!

I rounded the corner without a second look and I ran into Doctor Viren. I wasn't even phased as he stumbled and caught himself before he hit the floor. I shrugged him off before he could say something.

“Chad!" he shouted as he tried to match my pace as I rocketed past him, “Chad stop!" he caught up to me and grabbed my wrist. I countered and grabbed onto his wrist by twisting my paw out of his. I gripped with all my strength and heard him gasp in pain. I pulled him close, my muzzle practically touching his, my growls rumbling though my body as my fur stood on end.

“Don't…Fucking…Touch…ME!"

I growled my words right into his face just so he would know how much I didn't want to “talk about my feelings" as he put it. I stressed each word and spat out the last one with ferocity and anger. I threw his paws back at him pushing him away. I turned and half walked half jogged away, not even caring that he fell flat on his ass. Actually, I felt marginally better that he did fall.

I hope he hurt himself.

That only made me feel worse. Didn't master say not to hurt Viren? Fuck! I couldn't even do that right!

I'm such a fuck-up! I fuck everything I touch! I swear I'm cursed!

I needed something…anything to take my mind off of this…but I had to do something,

I needed to save my mate!

I was torn between the rage of doing what my master told me to do, and saving him. It was so frustrating that I just didn't know what to do other than to walk…but walking wasn't enough. I started to run down the halls, pushing a few nurses out of the way as I ran. I bulleted past them, and I didn't care that they dropped their files as they fell.

I stopped, not knowing which way to go. I was in front of the nurse's terminal…right next to my master's old room. I looked into it and saw Mike and Mick curled up in each other's arms, sleeping on his bed. The sight would have been…cute, and I don't use that word lightly, but it only infuriated me.

Those fuckers! They are sleeping in HIS BED!

I ripped through the sliding door, slamming it open and causing it to half close on the rebound, and hurled myself into the room. I grabbed the two startled rabbits and threw them onto the floor in a fit of rage.

“How dare you sleep in the master's bed!" I roared at them, not caring that the nurses stationed at the terminal were watching me. “He's been gone for less than four hours and you go and sleep in his bed!" I shouted as I grabbed their trembling forms and threw them on the ground, my body quaking with my anger and growls.

I looked over in the direction of the nurse's terminal “WHAT!" I roared. They promptly stopped looking and went back to their work.

I went over and pulled the shades to cover the glass of the room, cutting their view inside. I knew one of them was going to get security or some syringe full of crazy juice to put me under, but I didn't care. I grabbed the cowering twins by the scruffs of their necks and dragged them over to the empty bed next to Max's old one. I forcefully threw them on the ground and I sat on the bed and took my shirt off, loving the feeling of being released from its tight confines.

“Strip naked now sluts," I growled. “Or your punishment will be far worse than a simple blowjob."

They looked at me confused and annoyed.

“We don't have to do what you say Chad," Mick said and crossed his arms in defiance.

“Yeah," Mike added. “You aren't our master." Then with a huff they both turned on their rumps and sat with their backs to me and noses in the air.

I gave a deep growl, “Don't you dare forget your place you sluts."

I grabbed them by their scruff again, their submissive reflexes triggering. They dropped their arms and gave little resistance.

“Master created you two to please me. Don't you forget that he gave me complete control over you two while he's gone." I forced their heads together and bit on their ears hard, making them cry out in pain.

“Ch-ch-ch-chad…please…stop." Mike stammered out.

“We'll do as you command Chad," Mick added. “Just stop…it hurts"

I let go of their ears and watched as blood slowly welled up from the wounds and I tasted it on my teeth.

“I told you two sluts that if you didn't do as I say, your punishment would be worse!" I pulled their heads apart forcing them to face me. I leaned in and growled right in their ears one word that I knew would drive them mad.

“Kiss." And I instantly saw the disgust on their faces.

Before they could stop themselves they murmured “No…"

I gave an angry hiss that turned into a deep angry growl and I pulled them up by the ears and threw them on the bed. They were holding their heads in pain, small tears forming in their eyes.

“How dare you disobey me!" I roared. “Right after I told you that master gave me complete control over you. You are disobeying me, and you are disobeying him!" I raised a paw and slapped them across the face, my claws scratching their muzzles as it whipped across them.

“We're sorry Chad…" Mike started, but I slapped him again and pounced on him, pinning him to the bed.

“You are to call me master when Master isn't around you bitch," I spat in his face and got back up, looking Mick dead in the eyes. I saw the fear, the anger, and above all, the submission that was flowing in them. They were finally bending to my will, and I felt my sheath swell with arousal.

Is this how Master feels all the time…so powerful…so strong.

I grabbed him by his soft, puffy, downy, chest fur and pulled him close to my face and growled, “You got that Mick?"

“Yes Ch…" I growled before he could finish. He blinked and corrected himself. “Yes Master."

“Good bitch," I growled in his face and threw him down on the bed next to Mike. “Now, fondle each other and make out till I tell you to stop. If I see you so much as cringe at each other's touch…" I gave an angry hiss for emphasis and grabbed a chair to watch the show.

They looked at each other for a second then dove for each other's tonsils and grinded against each other's bodies. Mick grabbed Mike's nipples and Mike grabbed Mick's ass. Mick pushed Mike down and ground against him in a horny fit of lust as his brother messaged his ass through his clothing. The kiss that they shared got deeper as the brothers wetted each other's muzzles in a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss.

“Do you like that bro?" Mike said in-between kisses. Mick responded by ripping off Mike's shirt and exposing his nipples for him to tweak and play with. Mike shivered.

“That's good little bro," Mike said and kneaded his brother's ass harder. “Can't wait to pound that ass again. Felt so good the first time."

I cocked my eyebrow, “I thought you didn't want to do incest?"

They both looked at me and spoke in a lustful unison, “We were working to achieve the Master's desires. He wanted us to fuck each other, so we practiced and found we loved it."

“Now you're getting it sluts," I growled lustfully in approval and groped my sheath as I threw my pants. I started to play with one of my erect nipples with my free paw. “Put on a show for me and I will reward you with my seed." I continued with a dark grin and an angry growl. “But you are still to be punished." I saw them shiver in fear, but they quickly got back into their love making session.

I heard the doors to the room slide open and I felt the rage in my stomach plume again. I went over and tore down the dividing curtain, ripping it from the hooks that kept it aloft.

“The curtain is drawn for a fucking reason you…" and all the air left my lungs, all the walls vanished, the ceiling, and the floor. Everything faded into the background.

All I could see was Him.

I blinked, and I blinked twice. He was still there. Immediately my heart shattered, or mended itself back together, I don't know which, but my next reaction was unavoidable. I slowly, ever so slowly, put one foot paw in front of the other. My foot paws picked up momentum, like a single snowflake hitting the side of a mountain and rolling, snowballing. It felt like an eternity, the only thing keeping myself together was that the distance was being closed and the image of him standing there.

“Max!" I shouted as I closed the painfully long distance and tackled him to the floor. My tongue lashed over his flesh, lapping every surface of his muzzle as I pulled him close. He opened his maw to say something and I silenced him by invading his maw, kissing him deeply and passionately. I breathed him in, filling a need in me that I hadn't noticed was there. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of golden fur and my paw moved like lightning as I slashed at it with a feral hiss.

Ajani gave an amazingly satisfying cry and jumped away. I growled as I got up and looked at my paw, a little tuft of fur and blood caught on them, and my heart burned with vengeance. Only to realize it wasn't enough as I looked up at the gold and green bastard. I lunged forward and slashed my claws violently at that cocky muzzle of his. He spun out of the way and hit my arm in a few places. I yelped as pain burned through them.

I cried out and lifted my foot paw behind me to kick him down, but only managed to trip him. I flashed around and punched his back, but Ajani grabbed my paw and redirected my momentum. Damn his feline flexibility! He rolled me over his back and threw me at the glass doors. I gave out a yelp as I flew through and shattered it, smashing into a panicking nurse's terminal. Instantly my arms were restrained by two male nurses, a rhino and a leopard, as a white mouse nurse pulled out a syringe. I thrashed against their hold as the leopard kept shouting to sedate me.

The last thing I saw before she pricked me with that needle was Max running over to me and Ajani standing with his paws over his muzzle looking at what he had done. Then everything went black.

“Chad!!!..."

-Max-

“Chad? Chad! CHAD!" I yelled as I tried to pull away the leopard nurse.

“Restrain him!" the white mouse shouted and I instantly felt paws pull me back. I turned to see Ajani pulling me back.

“Max," he said as he forced me to look at him. “We have to let the doctors help him."

“But Chad-" I fumbled out.

“Needs some serious medical attention," he cut me off and steering me away from the glass shards that littered the floor. “I threw him through a glass door. Who knows where most of that glass went. Besides, he looked like he needed to be sedated. Just let the doctors handle it."

Ajani pulled me off to the side and then leaned against the wall and looked at a chipmunk nurse and waved him over.

“My leg," He said to the nurse and I looked down to see the trail of blood he had made from the glass to the wall.

“Oh my god!" I gasped. “What happened?"

“Chad clipped me when I came to help you back up." I got underneath his arm and helped him hobble his way to a room the nurse was motioning us too.

“Here," he said taking his hand and helping him up on an examining table. “lift your foot if you can."

Ajani did it effortlessly without cringing, keeping the muscles in his leg relaxed.

The nurse took a good look at it.

“It's a shallow wound," he said matter-of-factly. “You won't need stitches, but you'll definitely need some bandages and to stay off it to help it heal." He said going to one of the cabinets and pulling out some gauze and a bottle of what looked like rubbing alcohol. He grabbed some cotton balls and soaked one in it and lifted his paw up again.

“This'll sting a bit," he said as he started to clean the wound. Ajani only took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly as the nurse did his job. He finished by washing it out with a wash cloth and dressed it with the gauze.

“There," he said as he got up. “Now, don't over exert yourself with that ankle of yours or you'll open the wound back up again." He put his things away as we thanked him and he headed back into the hall to work on cleaning up the mess.

I looked at Ajani as he stood up, testing his leg, and decided to put his weight on his unharmed appendage as he leaned and stood up. The clothes we…"borrowed" fitted him well, his lean figure framed by a cut-off tank top that exposed his midriff, and some athletic shorts that hugged his assets nicely. Me, well I looked like a kid that just got his older brother's hand-me-downs. I had taken a much more modest long sleeve shirt that was a little too long and some jeans that were a little too baggy. I kept lifting my jeans up to keep from tripping and kept rolling my sleeves up so I could use my paws to pull up my pants.

It was a little chilly, but I think Ajani's fur helped him from getting as cold as I did. How I envied furs and their ability to keep warm. I shivered a bit and Ajani came over and pulled me into a hug.

“That better?" He asked as his body heat rolled off of his practically bare chest, “I don't want you catching a cold." He said nuzzling me gently.

I hugged him back, my heart warming with a love that I hadn't felt in a long time. Since my parents last hugged me like this.

There it was again! That sense that I was forgetting something important, something really, really, really important.

“Why are you frowning?" I felt Ajani's thumb and four claw lift my muzzle up to look into his eyes.

“Nothing," I shook my head and putting a smile on. “Nothing important anyway." If it was important I would remember.

“Max!" I turned to see Nathan, in the doorway still in his dress clothes and his lab coat. His vest was unbuttoned and his clothes looked like they were pressed in a ripple hair iron. He closed the distance and pulled me into a hug.

“Oh thank god," he breathed as I felt him shake before he looked over to Ajani. “Thank you for bringing him back. Oh thank you."

Ajani's muzzle opened to say something, but no words came out, he just started to scratch the back of his head and turned his muzzle down.

“I…" he mumbled, “I don't really remember much. I just brought Max back to the hospital…to the last place I remembered."

“I see," Nathan looked at me and then back at Ajani. He pulled himself back together and put on his doctor face. “So, you don't remember anything?"

“I remember being in the funeral parlor," he said, his British accent coming out with gusto. Ajani looked a little ashamed.

“Don't stress yourself Ajani," he said walking over to him, “just relax."

“He lost all of his memory when he became my new servant," I told him. “I think the last thing he remembers is, well, when he took me."

Nathan nodded, not taking his eyes off of Ajani.

“I might want to take an MRI of you," he mused. “Maybe monitor your brain waves for an hour or two. It's not like we'll be doing much when Max is back at school."

My heart skipped a beat.

“School!" I squeaked out. My eyes shot to the clock above the door. “Two in the morning!" a great wave of exhaustion washed over me, “I'm going to be dead tomorrow."

-Brian-

I bolted up right in bed, the same thing happening again as the previous nights. I gave a low nicker as I wiped the sweat from my brow and pulled my mane from my eyes. I took a quick glance at my clock.

“Two o'clock" I groaned.

I looked down my twin sized bed, my size-thirteen feet hanging over the edge and the blanket in a wad over my body. I put my muzzle in my hands, the thick nails digging into my flesh as I tried to shake the memory of my dream away.

“No, no, no, no, no." I mumbled to myself over and over again. The more I tried to force the images of my dreams away the clearer they became. I would go into the gym locker room, I would be the only one there and I would go up to Max's locker to find his wallet. I would get into his locker, his name gilded in gold on the black door. I would open it up and there would be one and only one thing in there. A pair of white briefs with a light stain on the groin. My equine nose quickly picked up on the scent of pre, a scent that I knew all too well. I would pick up the underwear and pull it to my nose and take a big whiff, that's when I usually wake up, but this time I pulled it away and the locker was right there and had another pair of underwear…and another…and another!

The locker would start to grow and grow until it loomed over me. Underwear would start toppling out and onto me. More and more would fall, covering me, and still more would pour out. I would just stand there, taking them and shoving them in my face! The more I shoved them in my face, the faster they would topple out of the ever growing locker. Briefs, boxers, thongs, g-straps, boxer-briefs, and everything in between would fall out of that locker and around me, polling on the floor and tangling around my feet.

Then I was naked, being showered in a hail of underwear and I wouldn't even resist it. I would even open my mouth and suck on the musky sweaty fabric around me. The hail would continue and flow over me, until it picked up pace and I would be completely smothered in the underwear, the air around me saturated with the smell of crotch and cum.

I was shaken from my revelry by my throbbing cock and the darkening tent of my bed sheets.

“Fuck!" I shouted and bit my tongue as I came again at the thought of that dream.

“Brian?" My mom roused from her sleep in the next room. “Are you ok?"

“Just fine mom!" I shouted and scowled at my ruined sheets and my still achingly hard cock, throbbing with vigor. I looked at my hand, the dark brown fur matted down with sweat, as it absentmindedly reached for the nightstand.

I stopped myself.

“No," I mumbled, “no, not again tonight." I growled to myself, huffing through my nose and shaking my muzzle. My cock pulsed harder, and every muscle in my body clenched as I tried to resist.

“Ok," I said to myself, “just one more time and then I'll throw them away."

My hand quietly pulled open the drawer. There was a magazine with a female horse posing topless, holding her breasts up with dripping panties, but I pushed it aside and my hand brushed against the fabric. My fingers curled around it with shame as I pulled out the tighty-whities from my dream. The ones I took from Max's locker last Friday, his gym underwear. The little fag had a pair of underwear for his gym clothes.

I pulled the lightly soiled fabric to my nose and took a whiff, and let out a long and low whinny. My equine cock pushed against the sheets again, my last orgasm dripping down my cock as I put my hand under the covers to reach my searing horse meat. I pulled Max's underwear over my head and stretched the elastic and, with a shiver of disgust, slid it over my muzzle so the crotch was pulled taut over my nose. I snorted out in disgust, but when I breathed back in, I gave another low whinny, shivering in the scent and my shame.

My hand slid up and down my cock with ease, rubbing my babies up and down my shaft and using them as lube.

“Ok," I mumbled to myself, “let's make this quick."

I started to pour on the speed, stroking like mad as I took deep and deeper whiffs on the musky salty scent, but the more I smelled, the more I wanted it to last. With a deep shiver I bit down on my lip to hold back a loud bicker as untold pleasure shot down into my sack and up my spine like lightning. I took some deep breathes through my nose to keep from getting so labored, but it only made it harder to breathe and my hand started to absentmindedly roll up and down my cock beneath the sheets.

It wasn't long before I was writhing in pain, begging my hand to move faster as it rolled ever so slowly up and down my cock as I edged on ecstasy. My pleasure bled out of my cock tip, staining my underwear darker with my oozing need. Even my sweat felt electrified as every pore of my body dripped, matting down my fur as I bit my lip to keep my moans and equine cries in my throat. I refused to move my hand faster, my feet kicking at the air in frustration. I arched my back, letting out a loud whinny. A pang of fear shot through my heart at being discovered, but another intake of that musky mask replaced it with pleasure. It was as if I was inhaling pure ecstasy through that underwear, and I felt more of myself melt away with each breath.

I looked down to see that my hand was whipping up and down my shaft, the veins in my arm pulsing and beating against the flesh as the muscle pushed against it and recoiled in power as it worked at full speed. I rolled my head back and banged it against the headboard over and over.

Too Fucking SLOW! I shouted in my mind, and as I did so I could feel my hands move slightly faster, my grip getting a little stronger. My hips bucked into my hand as I felt bolt after bolt of pleasure shoot through my sack. I was getting close, I felt my hand get pried a little farther open, but I could have cared less as my hefty sack pulled up, getting ready to shoot another load. The tissues in my nightstand were completely forgotten as I was so painfully close. I took in a deep breath and that did it. With a loud whinny I came, cum oozing out from the sheets from the sheer force of the pre orgasm shocks and then little spurts shot through the fabric as I came hard. The pearly goo rolling down my sheets and onto my chest and sinking into the crevices of my abbs, the cum seeping a bit deeper in-between the muscles as they clenched.

I relaxed back into my bed, winding down, un-arching my back, and basking into my afterglow. My head hit the headboard again and I cursed. Somehow, it felt like my feet hung a little farther off the edge of my bed.

“Fucking small ass bed." I grumbled as I heard my doorknob jingling.

“Brian!" my mom sounded worried and I instantly felt guilty, “are you ok in there?"

Thank god I locked the door.

“Yeah mom," I said exhausted and with a little bit of guilt for worrying her. “It was just a bad dream. Go back to bed, you need your sleep."

“Are you sure hun?" she said as I heard the knob jiggle again.

“I'm fine mom," I said grabbing the tissues from my nightstand and cleaning up my mess. “It's ok. I promise."

“Ok," she said in a not-so-sure voice, “love you hun."

“Love you too mom." I responded back as I threw away the dirty tissues, the musky smell practically suffocating. Guilt ran through me, not for just waking up my mom with my guilty pleasure, but because of my fucking guilty pleasure. I realized I was still wearing the god damn underwear. I tore it off my muzzle and threw it in my drawer in disgust. I threw my cum soaked sheets into the corner of the room and curled up on my mattress and started to fall asleep, vowing to find that little fagot tomorrow and get some answers.

***

Nathan drove us back to our homes. I awoke that morning to an amazing blowjob from my new green and golden friend. He then helped me get cleaned up and ready for school. Steak and eggs were waiting for me downstairs and another blowjob to tide me over for the day until I would get home. I thought that all the sex would make me groggy and tired for my flight to school, but I was surprisingly energized. Ajani said that Nathan and Alex would be over tonight to tell me about my diagnosis and I was kind of excited. If it could wait till tonight I was sure it wasn't anything urgent, so I just sort of blocked it out as I reveled in the feeling of flight. I reached the school before I knew it and my wandering mind was kind of shocked at the amazingly normality of school…and yet my stomach churned with the horrible memories of this place. I was still pretty early though so I could get to my classes early enough to avoid the early morning beating, but if everything went as planned, the twins should keep them away from my morning route.

I walked down the halls in my regular slouched gate out of habit by crouching between people and dipping into less used halls. Then I came to my locker.

Vanessa, a cream colored cat and one of the cheerleaders higher on the pyramid, figuratively and literally, was eyeing me with knitted brow as I dialed my combination. The tumblers clicked into place and I lifted the latch and opened my locker and Vanessa slammed it shut as soon as I did.

“What do you think you're doing?" she said with her paw put protectively over the door. “I don't know who you are, but I won't let you go about stealing things from peoples' lockers."

“B-b-but," I stammered shocked at Vanessa's reaction.

“Nu uh," she said waving her finger in my face. “Not on my watch. I let you muscle-head jocks push Max around in the halls, I even let you pull those juvenile pranks on him, but stealing is where I draw the line. Tell Nick that if he wants to even see his Pussy Cat you guys better lay off!"

“V-v-Vanessa," I stammered out. “It's me, Max."

She literally laughed out loud, “I think you got the vowels in 'blond' and 'blind' mixed up. You may be a dragon, but you're not Max. Now get your ass gone before I get the emergency response team."

I had no idea that I changed so much, then I felt stupid. Of course I look like an entirely different person, my body changed in a massive way in the span of three days!

“Vanessa," I said shaking my head down. “Please, just let me get in my locker."

“Ok," she said in a sarcastic tone. “If this really is your locker, what's on the inside door?" I blinked, I didn't know I would have to take a pop quiz to get my history homework.

“Um, a picture of me, my mom and dad up at the lake with a big bass that I caught last summer."

Vanessa blinked herself.

“Ok," she paused before continuing. “What's it stuck to the side of the locker with?" she quickly recovered with another question.

“An 'I Heart Chicago' magnet in the shape of a heart," I said a little meekly as I pushed my foreclaws together.

“Uhh...?" she fumbled for more questions. “Ok," she said smiling up at me with new vigor, her end question in mind. “How much money did Brian steel from Max's wallet last Wednesday?"

“That was him!" I said shocked, “I thought I lost that hundred-dollar bill!"

Vanessa looked shocked, her tail freezing mid flick as she gawked at me.

“Oh my god," she gasped. “How on earth did you know th-"

I cringed as she started to put two and two together, her eyes widening as she took in a long drag of breath. I knew what was coming and I knew how this thing worked, especially with cheerleaders. It didn't matter how sympathetic Vanessa was.

“OMG!!!" she squealed and her paw dove down into the cleavage of her cheer uniform. “You got to let me get a picture of this!" she shouted and pulled out her phone from her bra.

I heard the click of her camera before I told her not to. I could practically hear all the phones in the school going off already. It would start with the cheer squad, then the rest of the girls and then the other gay guys of the school that grouped themselves with the other girls, and so on and so forth till it would reach the bottom of the social food chain two days later…where I was.

“Vanessa," I said in a slightly desperate tone. “Please don't…"

“Holy cow!" she said, her thumbs flying across the touch screen of her smart phone. “Two responses on Muzzlemedia already!"

I felt the flesh beneath my scales burn as I pulled out my phone and logged onto Muzzlemedia myself and went to Vanessa's scratch-post, but I couldn't see any of it because I wasn't one of her mates. I groaned and sent her a pet and it took less than a second to say yes and I was looking at the picture of me on her post. Five posts were already beneath the picture. Most of the posts at this point were asking if this was a guy that I would look like in ten years when I finely hit puberty, and the more “gullible" ones simply posted “OMG!"

I gave a little groan and Vanessa's thumbs didn't miss a beat as responses to the early posts flashed up defending her credibility as a gossip source. I saw that one of the posts demanded to have her take a picture with me right now to have a time stamp on it.

I looked up at Vanessa already walking over to me and having to reach up a bit to lay her shoulder around my neck.

“Say cheese!" she wasn't asking permission; it was just a warning. She pulled me close like I was a good friend and before I could push her away I heard another click. She was already off to posting it…and I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it up to see on the cover that the Muzzlemedia icon was flashing and saying that Vanessa had a new photo on her scratch-post. She had instant post and share with pictures!

I looked up from my phone to see Vanessa's tail flicking back and forth as she sauntered away, her thumbs glued to her phone. I just stood there scratching my head in confusion.

“What just happened?" I asked myself alone in the hall. I looked around for someone to answer and of course I didn't get one.

That's high school for you…