FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Are you flirting with me?" Urai quipped. "Because I have to confess I may be still a little spent from before. You milked a lot out of me and I may struggle to have another injection for ya." He almost burst out laughing at his medical wordplay, only to pause as he got another look at Dusty's fine booty. Despite making it clear he wasn't in the mood to go another round, the feline's shapely behind did a great job behooving him to give it the old college try.

Urai wasn't the type to just dive on with both hands tight around the waist, though. Instead, he leaned into Dustafyer so that his hips were threatening to press against the feline's; he then took one of his hands and drew a line down Dusty's spine with a claw, the touch making him twitch and flick his tail, using the tip to tickle the dragon's snout.

"Aw, come on, don't leave me hanging." Dustafyer purred as he pushed back, forcing their groins to match up and Urai's member to slide in between his rump cheeks, the exposed tip prodding at the underside of his tail base. "One for the road?"

With a pat on the haunches, Urai pushed away from Urai and smirked. A bridge of precum trailed from the tip of his exposed cock to the pink of the feline's rump. "I think you've got plenty to keep you going for now, my friend. No need to get too excited or you might trigger another event."

This halted Dustafyer's purring and made him whip his head around. "Wait, what? Really? I thought you said that if I got it out of my system I'd alleviate the symptoms quicker!"

"I did, yeah! I'm just joking about-" Urai stopped to tip his hat politely. "Just trying to politely decline. Takes us dragons a bit more than an hour or so to replenish our supplies and while you have a divine booty, I wouldn't rightly be able to take you and you may be better off finding your own fun."

Dustafyer rubbed his chin. "Get it out of me, you say. How about I get it out of me and put it into you? Will that help?" Before Urai could respond, the feline used his silky swiftness to position himself behind the dragon with both hands cradling the base of his tail, holding it up and exposing his black-scaled rump. "Yeah, I could definitely make a deposit."

At first, Urai considered pulling away and pumping his tail down to tell Dustafyer not to do that to him - the speed in which the cat moved to get behind him was more like an ambush than a seductive motion - but the second he felt those soft feline paws cradling his tail he reconsidered. "You know, I suppose it wouldn't be all that bad in the end. I don't have it in me to do another repeat of the last round but perhaps if you-" He halted himself to chuckle as a rumble echoed through his chest. "I guess as a medical professional it would behoove me to insist you find your climax in order to best move on."

From behind, Dustafyer leaned in as his purring kicked back up to full rev. "Glad to hear it." He pressed his chest to Urai's back and wings, one hand sensually sliding a pair of fingers between the dragon's rump cheeks and teasing his hole. "Is it just me, or are you wet?" Dusty inquired, noting that Urai's rump was soaked and slick in fluids akin to that which a dragoness would have secreted.

"Not quite, but I doubt I'd give much resistance if you desired my flesh." He wasn't being sultry or meek like most bottoms; on the contrary, his inflection and expression both screamed unbridled confidence. He may have been on the receiving end and be playing the bottom, but he was no sub.

It wasn't clear if it was the residual effects from the potion or if it was Urai's aggressive demand for kitty cock, but Dustafyer just about lost it all at once. He leaned in, bit down on the base of Urai's right wing, used both hands to hoist the dragon's tail up, and a pair of fingers from either hand to guide his fully hard cock to its target, the cross-shaped pucker of pure bright glistening red.

Urai braced himself against the side of his truck with both hands on the roof while he arched his back and pushed into Dusty's cock, cheeks flexing and loins constricting to slowly squeeze his own member from its confines and leak onto the dirt and dust of his driveway. He was shocked at how full he felt soon after having the feline's cock slide into him; cats weren't known to be too thick or long and yet Dustafyer was clearly above average and soft as could be. Of course, the foreskin helped.

Passions tempered a bit soon after Dustafyer first slammed his hips into Urai's haunches. He released his clamped jaws to reveal a few small spots of blood and saliva trickling down the dragon's spine, an indicaition he may have gone a bit too far with his passionate chomp. Hardly worth noting, since Urai's dragons cales were quite hardy and durable beyond what any feline could do to harm him so Dusty focused instead on leaning back to get a better view while maneuvering Urai's tail up so that it was draped over his shoulder and he could clearly see the pink of his cock lined by the red of Urai.

As he watched, the dragon clenched and clamped down, flesh wrapping tight and pushing out to stimulate thrusting even though neither were moving; Urai's insides were shifting and constricting and relaxing in such a way that his flesh actually started milking Dustafyer!

Not yet prepared for this subtle caress, Dustafyer couldn't help but heave forward, wrenching his member out of the dragon's rump and tugging all his foreskin forward in the process. This left a gooey, foamy bead of precum to trickle out the tip and onto Urai's ankle. Once he regained himself and conjured up his self-control once more, he grabbed his member, peeled back the skin to reveal his head - all sensitive and moist - to ease it back into Urai's rump all the way to the base with the aid of both hands on the dragon's hips.

Urai growled and grunted as he pushed back, legs slowly spreading and claws dispersing dirt as they widened his stance. His tail curled around Dustafyer's neck to hold the feline in place as he was pushed harder and harder against the side of his truck, eventually ended up squished with his chest against the window. In between the feline's thrusts, he manage to grunt out a compliment. "I'm quite pleasanly surprised that you ... you can be so rough! I thought you were ... a sub! A bottom!"

"You don't have to be one or the other, you know." Dusty purred in Urai's ear as he licked the back of his neck. "I'm a switch, depending on mood. Just so happens to be that so many cocks are so much fun to play with and yours has a knot; hard to resist." He chomped down on his own teeth to make a noise before giving one more lick and returning his attention to Urai's rump, grinding and thrusting to show he could be on top as well as he could be on bottom.

The passion felt between them was thicker and hotter than the air around them, literally resulting in a thin steam that billowd up around them. While Dusty's motions were subtle and gentle at first, the resulting constrictions from Urai's rump coaxed him to gradually get more and more aggressive until the truck as literally rocking from side to side.

Though it wasn't clear at first, Urai was a little concerned the aggressive bucking they gave one another would risk breaking the window of his truck, so he scuttled to the side until he was being bent over the bed of his pickup, one claw up on the tire for grip and a nice angle while Dustafyer kept at him, the feline's shockingly thick member slamming his flesh repeatedly, tenderizing him.

"Wow! You're pretty tight, all things considered." Dustafyer growled into Urai's ear as he cradled each of the dragon's rump cheeks and kept his rhythmic pace. "I thought dragons were easily turned sloppy but I think, uh, are you getting even tighter the longer we go?"

Urai, proud of this compliment, clenched his rump even tighter, so tight it nearly forced Dustafyer out of him amidst a silken strand of natural slimy lubricant. "It's called muscle control, my feline friend. We're not all sloppy fucks, I assure you. Some of us are, but bottoms gotta keep their butt in shape for days like today."

"I suppose that makes sense." Dustafyer joked in between thrusts. Then, after a moment of introspection, realized it wasn't all that hot to be chatting too much when he should be focusing on Urai' and his fine hind end, so he instead leaned back in and picked up the pace, grindign and gyrating with enough force to keep the vehicle rocking.

The dragon did the same, claws digging into the lip of the truck's box and using that leverage to push back. The pair of them alternated their aggression, resulting in such a well-synced resonance that the truck's rocking and bouncing got so intense that the tailgate released itself and flopped down with a loud bang that startled both of them!

Urai clenched up so tight it forced Dustafyer out of him, nearly bending the latter's cock in the process if not for the fact that Dusty's superior feline reflexes made him also retreat and pull away.

"What the-" They both grunted in unison before realizing what happened.

Without missing a beat, Dustafyer smirked and resumed the purring he'd halted in surprise. "You know, it's almost inviting us into its backside." He joked, loosely referencing a vore situation they'd shared many weeks prior at The Vore House.

Urai played along and hopped up onto the side of his truck, perching on the lip of the bed with his tail up and rump exposed right at Dustafyer's face height. He struck a pose, but was shocked to feel the feline's muzzle presed up against his pucker and tongue probing his depths. So shocked, in fact, that he lost his balance and had to adjust by leaning forward and hopping into the bed of the pickup.

Dustafyer followed suit and hopped up, joining him and pinning him to the roof of the cabin, chest to chest and paws dancing over his black and gray scales. He was being oddly dominant given his history with preferring the role of being dominated, but it wasn't something he didn't enjoy. The feline stared Urai in the eyes for only a split second before getting down to one knee and nuzzling Urai's slit, purring to vibrate his muzzle all the while.

Of course, the intensity of such stimulation coaxed the entirety of the dragon's length from its depths within seconds, the glistening red flesh emerging to weigh heavily on the brow of Dustafyer's muzzle. Its knot lobes - yet to be inflated to full girth - came to rest on either side of the feline's snout and hold it in place as the shaft prodded forth between Dusty's eyes, all the while smearing his fluid all over his fur while he kept purring and nuzling and licking the base.

This didn't last long, though. While Dustafyer had been the one taking initiative - something Urai found immensely appealing - it was the dragon's turn to take control and rightly motivate their collective actions by giving his partner what he wanted. Even if he didn't know he wanted it.

Urai raised up one leg to wrap his claws around Dustafyer's shoulder, forcefully pinning him down in the bed of the pickup and hovering over him in a squatting position. The weight of his body ensured that the feline could barely move, yet the two of them shuffled around so that their heads were both aimed at the cabin of the truck. "Why do you struggle? I think you know what's coming next."

"Do I?" Dustafyer countered, faking a wiggle underneath Urai's pinning claw. "I think you should go ahead and show me because I'm not feelin' all too creative at the moment."

"If you say so, partner." Urai joked in a deep voice and a rural drawl, tipping his hat before standing tall over Dustafyer. He paused to let his joke sink in but his feline companion didn't laugh so he squattted down over top of him, rump cheeks spread and tail hole pecking cute little kisses to his partner's cock tip before shifting his weight so that he was on his knees with his thighs pressed down. His flesh swallowed up Dustafyer's right to the base, peeling the feline's skin back and exposing the gloriously sensitive glans to the heat of the dragon's depths.

Right then and there, the two shared a gaze of mutual pleasure while getting comfortable and shifting in place. Dustafyer ended up with his head resting against the back of the cab and Urai remained with his rump comfortably resting on the feline's crotch, cock buried to the hilt in him,

Only then did he start bouncing and grinding on his partner. And it wasn't just your typical porn-style motions meant only to look good but be kind of repetitive, but an interesting mix of every erratic and engaging motion a dragon could make while enveloping a cock!

He bounced, he paused to clench, he gyrated his hips to get different angles, he leaned forward and back, he mixed things up and even twerked a few times with his hands on Dustafyer's chest and tail up with the small of his back dipped! He happily and aggressively mixed things up, grinding in one direction first then changing and going the opposite way; such actions literally stirred his rump up from the inside as the feline's cock swirled about against his bowel walls. Then, in order to best get the most out of his partner, he clenched and squeezed, rump constricting expertly.

Dustafyer didn't have much to say or do in response to this, given that Urai was doing such a thorough job taking over. He had been trying his best to take control, to be the top, and yet somehow his more dominant dragon friend had still managed to wrest control back from him, pinning him to the ground and using his body to bestow pleasure upon him regardless of his own actions.

In truth, he liked that. Sure, he was more than happy and eager to be on the receiving end of a cock in most any situation - especially if a stallion was involved - but he was being reminded how nice it can be to be inside another, and how much more intense that can be if control was taken from him. He was happy to be a top, to be a pitcher in this game of physicality, but it turned out he was still naturally submissive and preferred when others took point.

Not like he had much of a choice in the matter. Sure, both he and Urai were about the same size and shape as one another so it wasn't like one was immensely stronger than the other, but Urai's dragon body was far heavier and more durable than Dusty's, and as a result he was able to pin the feline down.

As Urai bounced and gyrated and squeezed, a lovely symphony of squelches and guttural whorls emanated from between them as his rump practically sucked in and spat out Dusty's cock, each and every motion making full use of his scales and the tender flesh inside him. In addition to all that, his tail hole was stroking Dustafyer's length, peeling the skin back and tugging it forward with every bounce and every gyration, perfectly pleasuring him along the way.

The truck never quite stopped rocking back and forth or bouncing up and down as the two had their fun in its bed. This added motion only served to entice them more, encouraging Urai to give it a bit more effort and for Dustafyer to push back with equal aplomb.

Before long, their impassioned partnership quickly reached its climax thanks mostly to the fact that Dustfyer's first climax - the one he felt with dragon knot grinding against him from inside - was not the same sort of full-bodied explosive orgasm he needed to really flush out his system. The residual arousal that swirled within him thanks to the potions put his loins in a constant state of preparedness and thus he was always near the precipice of blue-balling himself if he didn't release.

Which was precisely why Urai's constant assault of his loins made it remarkably difficult for him to hold back or extend their session together. It was clear that, after a few hours that involved a meal and one lovely porch-front rut, it was time for the two to finish up and part ways.

Unable to hold back another second, Dustafyer grabbed Urai by the thighs, dug his sharp claws in with all his might, and bucked his hips as hard as he could. The motion thrust his cock as deep as it could go, peeling the skin back and exposing his tip to the tender flesh inside in the process. The tingle of pelasure sparked an explosion of ejaculate deep into the dragon's rump as Dustafyer let out a growl so intense it shook the birds from the nearby trees, his loins bursting with delight to add to the mess of sounds and smells between them.

Jet after jet of feline cum burst into Urai's rump, splashing against his walls and coursing through his bowels. He felt every penile contraction and every cock head pulsation deep inside him, a lovely sensation that tricked him into squeezing, clenching, and pushing back with every action. This felt wonderful to both of them - his rump got tighter and it peeled Dusty's skin back so his head got more exposure - but it also resulted in a combined mix of the two of them pushing out the various bits of seed and natural lubricant to spatter onto Dusty's groin, soaking into his fur and Urai's cheeks in equal measure.

Each successive buck and ejection grew weaker and weaker until the two of them were resting and relaxing in position, Urai squatting over top of Dustafyer in the bed of his red pickup truck, cock fully erect and glistening in the mid-afternoon sun. Their eyes met and they both smiled, content.

"How are ya feelin'?" Urai asked, his voice authorative in a way that made it clear he was asking as a doctor more than a friend. He cared, but now that Dustafyer had flushed out his system - and apparently Urai's as well - he wanted to know if it made a different.

A few idle blinks later, Dustafyer nodded. "I think it worked." He clenched his loins, cock throbbing to push some cum deep into Urai only to have the dragon's tight walls push his softening cock out, followed by a creamy mess that smothered his length. "I'm not in desperate need, anymore."

Urai gave one final clench to seal his rump, trapping as much of Dustafyer's essence as he could before standing tall and revealing just how much of a mess the feline had made. Both were shocked to see that he had produced nearly as much as a stallion, must have been a quarter cup of the stuff! Urai was impressed but tried to not show it too much before hopping off the truck bed. "Glad to hear it. That said, I actually have to do some testing in about ten minutes or so. If you'd like, you can stick around to watch but if not that's fine, too." He actually hoped Dustafyer would stay, but the feline didn't realize it.

Dustafyer bowed and rolled his way off the end of the truck's bed, booty-bumping the tailgate to close it. "Naw, I should really be off. No need sticking around and mucking things up any more than I have. Thanks for the help, and if I need to relieve some tension I'll be happy to give you a call."

"Sounds like a plan." Urai patted the feline on the shoulder and tipped his hat to him as Dusty got into his car and put on his shirt. He deliberately avoided cleaning the mess in his lap, Urai noticed.

He loved to bask in his own essence.

"See you around!" Dustafyer called out through his open window. Once he closed it up, thus sealing in the scent, he turned the vehicle on and went on his way, carefully navigating the twisting driveway of Urai's unique homestead to emerge beyond the treeline.

He'd never expected to find an actual solution to his problem, he expected the rural remedy that consisted of just a lot of sex, over and over. He'd have been okay with that, but having an actual remedy really did wonders or his state of mind.

That said, he still had no problems imagining himself returning for a checkup; just for fun!