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College Schooling
by Drageo (draconicon@yahoo.com)

***

School was never a good thing for the young raccoon. 
Jr. High had been hell, and the high school that his 
parents had shipped him off to hadn't been all that 
much better, if he were at all honest with himself, 
with the bullies and the many different teachers that 
seemed determined to get him out to the rapists of the 
school. They were always welcoming of someone new to 
'play' with. (MM-teens, youths, anal, furry, feet, rom, 
fant)

***

He didn't know why he had believed all the stories from 
his parents and the other adults, those ones that 
always said that high school was the best time of one's 
life. If this was the best, Angelo almost wished 
someone would just kill him now before the worst came 
to him. Even if he couldn't tell what could be worse 
than that right now, he sure didn't want to find out.
 
But maybe now, there would be something that would make 
this all a little more bearable. He had gotten a 
scholarship to the local community college after he 
graduated from that nightmare of a high school, and 
maybe there he would be able to find something to enjoy 
more. After all, the people out at the college were 
paying to make sure that they got an education. Maybe 
that kind of sacrifice would show them that it was 
smarter to keep a civil face on in front of the people 
of authority.
 
Or maybe not.
 
The people in college didn't seem so different as the 
young raccoon headed towards his first class, having 
been shoved into three walls and a water fountain on 
the way to the biology of the mythological class, each 
time by at least three different furs in the halls. 
None of them were familiar, but it seemed that the 
names from public school had followed him along to 
college, with many of them calling him a faggot and 
other less than desirable nicknames.
 
As he stood in front of the door to the class, the 
young raccoon sighed to himself. "If one more person 
shoves me around, I'm probably going to get suspended," 
he mumbled as he pushed the door open. Most of the 
seats were empty, just a couple of furs in the white 
walled room, much like the classrooms back at the Jr. 
and Sr. High Schools he had attended. Even the desks 
themselves, light yellow with streaks of black through 
them, were almost exactly the same, save that they 
didn't have drawings of various pieces of genitalia all 
over them.
 
Even the students and the teacher were more familiar 
than new to him, the teacher behind a desk with his 
muzzle in his paw and the students in their seats with 
their noses in some books. Only the real dedicated 
students seemed to show up early, let alone on time. 
 
"Come in, Raccoon," the teacher, a stallion, said while 
gesturing to a seat near the front row. "Might as well 
get in your seat until the class starts. More 
comfortable, and I would prefer it if you'd fall asleep 
in your seat rather than on your feet. Less noise when 
you collapse from boredom that way, you know," he added 
with a small chuckle.
 
As bad as the joke was, Angelo laughed. Here from a 
teacher was a bit of levity, and that already set this 
class above the others he had taken. Still grinning as 
he took his seat, the raccoon's tail twitched in 
excitement as he waited for the clock to tick off the 
time to the start of class. Mythological biology was 
something he'd been interested in from his first book 
of fantasy, when he'd fallen in love with the many 
impossible creatures that had inhabited them.
 
Of course, when the Gate had been found a couple of 
years ago, several of those so-called mythical 
creatures turned out to have existed when they came out 
of their dimension into this one. Among them had been 
several of Angelo's favorites, including griffons, 
satyrs, and even the best of the best. Dragons. Both 
the feral ones, like Smaug from The Hobbit, and the 
anthro ones like the rest of the population here, came 
out of the Gate in the Himalayas to see the rest of the 
world. 
 
The one that led them out of the portal never really 
revealed himself to the world, even when he was on the 
news. Something always blurred out his face and 
everything else about him, including his body and his 
voice, but he always managed to bring a presence to the 
screen. He spoke to all the other furs of the world, 
assuring them that his people had no thoughts of 
violence or anything else of a conquestorial nature. 
Somehow, the world believed him, despite the fact that 
he didn't show himself.
 
Since that time a couple of years ago, several of the 
strangers had agreed to allow themselves to be studied, 
and this college was one of the lucky ones that was 
given the opportunity to have one of those newcomers on 
campus. He was shrouded in a rather thick layer of 
secrecy, and this was his first year volunteering to be 
part of the studies here.
 
In fact, this mystery male was a major part of the 
reason that Angelo had decided to take this course this 
year. If he was part of the race of mythical creatures 
from that Gate, the raccoon knew that he was going to 
have one of the best times in his life. A griffon in 
the flesh...maybe even a dragon...and since this was a 
biology class... mmm, he could study these guys up 
close and personal... all for the purposes of learning, 
of course.
 
His thoughts were interrupted by the equine professor 
standing up and greeting the still rather small class. 
Only about ten students were in the room, and they were 
all rather nerdy looking other than Angelo, but they 
were attentive enough to the teacher when he walked to 
the front of the classroom. "At least there's no booing 
going on," Angelo muttered to himself.
 
"Class, some of you may have heard a couple rumors 
about a guest we'll be having this year on campus, 
someone in the VIP dormitories on the north side of the 
place. This person is someone that we are most 
privileged to welcome to our college, and I expect all 
of you to treat him like you would a foreign 
dignitary," the stallion said, gesturing to the door 
and waving for someone to come in. "Mostly because that 
is who he is, actually."
 
Angelo looked towards the doorway, hearing gasps from 
those few furs still out in the hallways as whoever was 
out there started moving. Was it what he hoped it 
was... could it be...
 
It was.
 
Into the room walked a black scaled male dragon, 
ducking under the doorframe due to his seven foot 
height. Bipedal, he resembled the other anthros rather 
than the feral dragons out of the books of fantasy and 
the few that the news crews had covered when the first 
beings had emerged from the Gate. His white eyes looked 
over the gathered class, and then closed for a moment 
as he shook his head with a smile. As he stuck more 
than his head into the room, and around the obstruction 
the wall presented, it was quite clear the gender of 
this dragon, due to the total lack of any clothes on 
his body.
 
Best of all to the raccoon, he came right up to the 
front of the classroom with an announcement that made 
his year.
 
Looking around the room, the unclothed, seven foot 
tall, anthro black dragon said, "For those of you that 
don't know, my people have allowed a few of us to 
volunteer to your colleges and classrooms to teach our 
biologies. While most other colleges in your country 
won't even get pictures of me and my kind, you get to 
study a living, breathing example. Me. All year."
 
Many of the students looked from the dragon to the 
teacher in surprise, and then back to the dragon 
before, surprisingly, laughing. One of the other 
students, a stallion himself, said, "Oh, come on, you 
expect us to believe you're a dragon, and that we have 
to study you? What kind of idiots do you take us for? 
Professor, what is the point of this lesson?" 
 
The professor walked over to the still nude dragon, and 
put a paw on his shoulder. "Seems that perhaps you 
should watch the news a little more over the last 
couple years, students. This dragon, as well as many of 
his fellows, arrived in our world a couple of years 
ago. He's telling the truth as well about studying his 
biology. He's consented to allow us to study his blood, 
scales, and several other systems."
 
Angelo stared at the dragon with such intensity that, 
even from where he stood behind the dragon's shoulder, 
the stallion professor could see that there was one 
person that had paid attention to the news. "Master 
Raccoon, what can you tell the other students about our 
guest, and study subject?"
 
Angelo nearly jumped in his seat as he was mentioned 
and called on, and barely was able to hold back a blush 
of sorts as he stood up. "Well, the news has been 
talking about them a lot the last couple years. 
Something about a Gate, and that they were coming here 
to see what things were like outside their own 
dimension. I...I think that's right," he said, turning 
to the dragon to see if he was. 
 
"Yes, that is pretty much right, Raccoon," the dragon 
said, smiling for a moment before turning to the 
professor, ignoring the rather stunned looks on the 
faces of the rest of the students, as well as the 
stares they were directing to his body.
 
Angelo smiled back at the dragon, blushing softly 
himself at the thoughts that were running through his 
mind. Sitting down, he berated himself for some of 
them, but never took his eyes off of the dragon.

~~~

Draconicon looked at the professor of the class, and 
pulled him back a bit, towards the desk in the corner. 
After seating himself on the desk and the stallion 
beside it, he scooted closer and asked, "Are all of 
your students this stupid?"
 
The stallion stared up at the dragon with a bit of 
surprise. "What are you talking abo-"
 
"Not a one knew what I was. Now, that might be 
excusable, if they didn't know the mythological stuff 
that named my species, but college students ignoring 
not just the news, but the rumor mill too? What's going 
on with them? The only one that shows even the 
slightest hint of a brain in there is the raccoon, and 
he's almost too shy to share what he knows," Draconicon 
said, his claw pointing towards the raccoon for a 
second when he was mentioned. 
 
"Angelo? Yes, he's quite bright, but what does that 
have to do with anything?" the professor asked, almost 
shrinking into his chair at the way the dragon was 
talking. The deep voice, tall, lean stature, and eyes 
as white as snow tended to be rather intimidating to 
people.
 
"It tells me that my own kind may have come here a 
little too late the people here from themselves," the 
dragon whispered, keeping his conversation quiet enough 
that the students couldn't hear them. "If they are so 
unwilling to take an interest in what goes on around 
them, at all, doesn't that tell you anything?"
 
The stallion stared up at the dragon like he was crazy, 
and shook his head. "It's just the way that the world 
is, Draconicon. People and furs have been like that for 
years, and nobody really cares anymore. It's not like 
you could change it anyway," the professor said, 
reaching to the arms of his chair to push himself back 
up. "Now, we should get the class started, shouldn't 
we?"
 
"Oh, we'll be starting the class, in a minute," the 
dragon said, putting one of his black scaled paws over 
the teacher's shoulder. From a distance, it looked like 
Draconicon was just reaching out and patting the 
teacher's shoulder like a friend, but in reality, 
things were quite a bit different. "Just with a... 
different teacher."
 
"What the heck are yo..." 
 
"I'm fixing things. Now, professor, look into my 
eyes..." the dragon interrupted the stallion, holding 
the gaze of the well dressed professor with his own 
white, unblinking stare. Slowly but surely, the 
stallion couldn't help but be fascinated by the white 
depths of the dragon's eyes. There were little swirls 
in the white depths, swirls that drew the stallion's 
mind as easily as the currents of the ocean drew fish.
 
The dragon stared down at the stallion from his 
position, seated on the desk and above the normal 
eyeline, and smiled. "Learn this, professor. You will 
remain seated here for each of your classes that do not 
involve me. You will leave the classes that do involve 
me for me to teach, and you will not tell anyone that 
we are talking about this. Do you understand your 
lessons, stallion?"
 
The professor stared blankly up at the nude dragon on 
his desk, and nodded. It was a slow movement, but it 
was a nod. "I understand."
 
The dragon leaned over, whispering in the professor's 
ear, " 'I understand', what?"
 
"I understand... master."

~~~

Angelo watched with some curiousity at the way that his 
teacher and the dragon were talking. Though he couldn't 
hear what they were saying, he could see the agitation 
in their body languages, and how strained his professor 
looked. However, as the dragon got up and walked back 
to the middle of the classroom, he smiled and looked 
back at the rather...well, hot reptile that was their 
study subject.
 
"Your professor has given me this class period to 
accomplish your first bit of education. So, I think I 
might as well start with this. Each of you will, one at 
a time, come up here to examine a certain part of me. 
If you can't pick a part, then I will choose for you. 
The same result will occur if you refuse to choose, so, 
please think about it. I will step out of the room 
while you think about it," the dragon said. After he 
finished, he gave a small nod to the class, and walked 
towards the hallway.
 
Several of the students stared after him, Angelo 
included, and they couldn't help but look as he walked 
with his tail raised, his pink hole amid the black 
scales visible like a target on a shooting range. By 
the looks on some of the males in the room, Angelo knew 
that this dragon was going to be careful at some point, 
or he'd get pounced rather quickly.
 
Turning his head from the dragon to the standing 
stallion that had challenged him before, Angelo 
couldn't help but sigh as his fellow student began 
complaining. 
 
"Professor, I know you said to treat him politely, but 
isn't this pushing it a bit? Why do we have to study 
him when we have all those textbooks at the back of the 
room?" he asked, his face a picture of disgust. "No 
matter what he says, I'm not going to be studying an 
arrogant scaly freak for my grades."
 
The professor remained in his seat, looking down his 
narrower nose at the student that protested the 
assignment, and said, "Stan, you think whatever you 
want, but this is Biology of the Mythological 101, and 
he's a mythological creature that came here, at much 
trouble, to be studied. If you wish to fail the course, 
don't do anything, but he'll be coming back in here in 
a couple minutes, so pick something about him to study. 
If you don't, he might just assign you to study his 
digestive system, from the beginning to the end, start 
to finish. Do you really want that?"
 
With as much annoyance that crossed Stan's face, one 
would have thought that he was ready to just drop this 
course, but he sat back down for some reason or 
another. "My father will have something to say about 
this, mark my words," he muttered under his breath, 
just loud enough for Angelo to hear, though the opening 
of the classroom door blocked out most of what he said 
after that.
 
Angelo's eyes were drawn back the dragon as he re-
entered the room, the glimpse outside the door showing 
a rather large number of people staring at the strange 
visitor to their college. Some even clustered to the 
windows on the door to see what was going on, but even 
they were shooed back to their classes in short order. 
 
Not that Angelo noticed more than a bit of that, now 
that the dragon had taken centerstage in the classroom 
again. As the tall, black scaled, musclular reptile 
stood before them, he seemed to take careful 
consideration of who he wanted to select a part first. 
Angelo was praying that he would be able to get his 
first choice of what part to study, even if it meant 
being tormented night and day by the others in class.
 
"You there, stallion! Come on up here, and tell the 
class what part of me you wish to study for the 
quarter," the dragon said, pointing to Stan off to the 
side, the short brown hair covering him bristling a bit 
as he walked up there. "What part of me do you want to 
study for the quarter?"
 
The stallion groaned softly, staring at the dragon in a 
way that Angelo guessed was a furious glare, judging 
from his hunched shoulders and angry whickers. 
But...there was something odd going on too.
 
The stallion looked up at the dragon's face as he 
answered, and as the dragon whispered something, Stan 
started to relax a bit. His shoulders stopped hunching, 
and then he dropped to his knees, the dragon catching 
him and then guiding him back to his seat. "Poor boy, 
he had a little stroke. Nothing to worry about, he's 
coming out of it," the dragon said to the rest of the 
class, sitting the twitching Stan back at his desk.
 
"Okay, now...how about you... Angelo, was it?" the 
dragon said, waving for the raccoon to come over to the 
corner. Doing his best to hide his eagerness and not 
hurry, Angelo walked over to the dragon. 
 
"Now, tell me, what do you want to study for the 
quarter?"

~~~

The dragon smiled at the happiness that this mammal, 
the eagerness that he was trying to hide as he walked 
up to the dragon. Remembering the excited look on the 
raccoon's face when he had walked into the room the 
first time, he chuckled to himself. This one would be 
even easier to control than the professor. Fascination 
was always something that he could take advantage of.
 
Even as he asked his question of what the other would 
like to study on him this quarter, his mind was 
shooting deep into the depths of the other, plumbing 
through his most secret thoughts. There was so much 
that he could find in there, and yet still be able to 
hear what the other was saying. 
 
The answer to his question, however, shocked even him. 
 
"I'd like to study your reproductive system."
 
One sentence, containing something that would give him 
so much fun throughout the quarter. And best of all, he 
hadn't even had to use a bit of hypnosis to bring this, 
admittedly, cute little fuzzbutt over to the idea of 
studying his nether regions.
 
Reaching out and patting the raccoon on the shoulder, 
he said, "Then you'll study that. Go over to the 
professor over there, and he'll tell you when to meet 
me for that. I think that we'll need to start your 
studies tonight, since there is a lot you'll need to 
learn about that particular system."
 
Draconicon chuckled a bit at the blush that was 
crossing the raccoon's... Angelo's face as the student 
walked away, knowing that he was going to be having a 
great deal of fun tonight. The young ones were always 
so easy to get under his little spell, and always so 
pleasing to play with.

~~~

As Angelo walked over to the teacher, he couldn't help 
the blush that still stayed over his face. He couldn't 
believe that he had the courage to ask for that system 
in front of the entire class, but he just couldn't let 
anyone else start probing at that genital slit...and 
the little nubs of the dragon's testicles...and that 
surely long, hard-
 
"Angelo Raccoon, you'll be scheduled to visit the 
dragon's dormitory around five o'clock tonight. He'll 
be waiting for you then, and the school will provide a 
couple of meals for you there so you don't have to 
worry about missing dinner," the stallion said, handing 
the raccoon a keycard for the dormitory in question.
 
Looking from the card to the professor with more than a 
little curiousity, Angelo listened to a bit further 
explanation. "When he first got here, he was swarmed by 
other students, ones that saw him more as a monster 
than as a person. Since then, we've delivered his meals 
and provided security. His door's locked shut, and only 
a few people get keycards in. Since you'll be studying 
that... particular... area of his anatomy, I thought 
perhaps you'd want a little more privacy."
 
Angelo nodded, rubbing his paw through his purple hair 
as he did. "Um... yeah, you're probably right there, 
sir. Thank you, thank you very much," he said in a 
quiet, but quite eager voice. 
 
Of course, as he returned to his seat, the other 
students were all laughing at him. One in particular, a 
wolverine by the name of Gregory, was leaning in and 
whispering, "So, reptile lover, why you want to get to 
see his cock? You some dick sucking faggot or 
something? You want his prick up your ass?"
 
Despite himself, Angelo blushed further, some hidden 
desires in the back of his mind actually wanting that, 
and it made him blush even further. The wolverine 
grinned at the blushing, and continued talking.
 
"You're serious... you want that lump of dragon meat 
shoved that far up your ass that it's like you've been 
spitted? You want your butt grinding against that slit 
of his, like the faggot you are?"
 
Unfortunately for Gregory, the dragon had as keen ears 
as a dog might have, and before the wolverine could say 
a single word more, a fireball spurted towards the 
desks, landing between the desks and scorching the 
wolverine's shoes for a moment. It extinguished itself 
after a moment, but the point had definitely been made, 
as Gregory turned his head to the dragon, looking at 
him with a shocked expression. "What the hell was that 
for?"
 
The dragon looked at the wolverine with a hungry, yet 
angry expression, walking over between the desks until 
he stood in front of the wolverine. "He picked his 
system to study. You are lucky you merely got a bit of 
heat rather than studying my urinary system, or worse," 
the dragon whispered, just loud enough for the raccoon 
and the wolverine to hear.
 
As Draconicon walked away from the desks, Angelo 
couldn't help but watch with amazed eyes, both of them 
fixed on the dragon's backside. If the dragon broke up 
the fight there, because he was being insulted...might 
the dragon feel something for him? No, that was 
something too impossible to contemplate. They'd only 
just met, and it was strictly an academic relationship, 
between a subject and a student...
 
But he could dream about it.
 
The rest of the students walked up to the dragon, and 
either requested or were assigned the part of the 
dragon's body to study. Those that were assigned a 
section of the dragon always seemed to regret it, as it 
was usually something rather strange, like his 
digestive system by products, his body's method of 
cooling itself, i.e., sweating, and other such things.
 
Angelo barely noticed any of it, as deep in his 
daydream of being rather... intimate with this dragon.

~~~

By the time each of the students received their 
assigned studies for the quarter, the class was over. 
Many of the students ran right out of the classroom, 
each of them quite eager to get to their next class and 
away from the strangeness that this course was taking 
on. The few that didn't run right out the door only 
lingered to check out a couple of books on the anatomy 
of other mythical creatures before heading right out.
 
Draconicon watched all of it with a barely suppressed 
chuckle. Nobody here seemed to accept his offers of 
education with any kind of grace, or with any kind of 
gratitude. All of them were little better than the 
small, creeping parasites that inhabited his own plane, 
attaching themselves to whatever would sustain them for 
a while and then leaving it when it no longer 
interested or fed them. These students seemed to be the 
sentient equivalents of them.
 
Well, not all of them, he supposed, remembering that 
raccoon. Angelo, that was his name. He had been one of 
the few intelligent beings that he had met so far in 
this dimension, and the very first one that he'd met 
that hadn't freaked out or hated the very sight of him 
from the first second. 
 
In fact, Draconicon was almost looking forward to their 
first study sessions for more reasons than the lust 
that was coming from his loins each time that he looked 
over these soft, pudgy people. So many of them didn't 
take the time to get into any kind of shape, and the 
softness of their bodies visually contrasted heavily 
with the hard muscle of his own people. The raccoon's 
own body, small, chubby curves around the hips and 
belly, with the purple hair crowning his head, was the 
best of these that he'd seen before, no question about 
it.
 
So, when the five o'clock hour came around that night, 
and the door to his humble dormitory popped open to the 
raccoon's keycard, Draconicon met the student with a 
smile and a grin. Sitting upon an armchair with red 
cushions, he gestured for the raccoon to come on in, 
pointing to another chair where a meal was already set 
up.
 
"Right on time. I appreciate that, since there's so 
much going on around here lately. So many things in 
this world, all of it happening at a breakneck speed," 
Draconicon muttered, passing a can of coca-cola over to 
the student. "I'm surprised that this planet's so 
populated when people are hurrying all over the place."
 
As Angelo sat down in another, smaller armchair and 
took his meal tray of fish and chips, he cocked his 
head to the side in curiousity. "Oh, really? I thought 
that our worlds were pretty similar."
 
"They are, in mineral content, air mixtures, and other 
things like that, but when it comes to the way of life 
that we typically live, I don't think that we could be 
more different," he said with a shrug, his scaly 
shoulders making a bit of a rasping sound as they 
scraped against back cushion of the chair. "We spend 
more of our time relaxed, letting our pets do the work 
rather than doing it ourselves, though we do our share 
in making sure that our people stay protected."
 
"Pets? What...what do you mean by pets?" Angelo asked, 
the fish on the tray already half devoured, the other 
half only still out of his stomach due to his surprise 
at the dragon's words. "Um, do you mean horses, or 
dogs, or something like we keep for pets?"
 
"No, you got it all wrong, Mr. Raccoon," Draconicon 
said, shaking his head a bit, though his eyes caught 
signs of a forming bulge in the student's pants. "Well, 
perhaps part of you has it right, anyway," he added 
with a small gesture to the raccoon's groin. Spreading 
his own legs a bit to show off his slit better, as well 
as his tight, pink tailhole, he continued his 
explanation.
 
"Our pets are those that aren't dragons or griffons. In 
other words, any non mystical beast, including elves 
and dwarves, are those that we consider pets. We keep 
them in our mountains or eyries, depending on our 
species, and they perform the chores that we don't 
really want to do. That can be cleaning, tidying, 
organizing, hunting, whatever we tell them to do. In 
exchange, we protect them from other beings that would 
hurt them, or use them in an improper manner," the 
dragon explained.
 
"They do...anything, anything that you tell them to do? 
You mean, they would even get down and... well..." 
Angelo broke off, pointing towards the dragon's slit 
and the small tip of the emerging shaft. 
 
"Yes, they would even do that, Angelo, and they did 
that pretty often, too. I don't deny, dragons in 
particular are rather horny beings," Draconicon said 
with a chuckle, shaking his head and closing his eyes 
for a moment in a couple of memories. Potent memories, 
since they pushed his member free from its slit.
 
As the whole foot of dragon cock slid free from its 
hiding place, the dragon sighed a bit to himself. 
"Well, since my genitals have decided to put themselves 
on display for you, perhaps we should get on with the 
study session, hmm?"
 
Draconicon chuckled a bit to himself at the continued 
blushes that were crossing the raccoon's masked face, 
and had to hold in louder laughter as the bandit 
kneeled down on the floor. Anybody that walked in might 
be tempted to think that this student was giving the 
dragon a blowjob, it was so similar. But in reality, as 
the dragon saw and felt, the raccoon was only taking 
little measurements with his hands.
 
At least, that was all that it was so far. If things 
went the way that Draconicon wanted, things would get a 
lot more... pleasing in a few minutes.

~~~

Kneeling in front of the dragon, between those two 
chiseled, muscular legs and fondling that emerging 
shaft was akin to heaven for Angelo. He had dreamed of 
doing this so many times, to touch the hard, slick 
arousal of a dragon, to be on his knees before the 
scaly male and worship them like they deserved. He had 
laid in his bed for hours, his own paw on his sheath 
and cock, jerking to those thoughts, and more, and now, 
here he was in front of the dragon's cock, the foot 
long shaft staring him right in the face.
 
As his paws slowly stroked over the shaft, he 
remembered that this was supposed to be a study 
session, not a grope fest. Blushing further, he reached 
to his backpack behind him, pulling out a roll of 
measuring tape. Unrolling the white measuring tool, 
Angelo looked up at the dragon and gestured to the 
massive tool in front of him. "I need to measure 
it...may I?"
 
Receiving a nod in return, the raccoon smiled, thankful 
that his fur was hiding most of his blush. He knew that 
he was glowing like the sun from what he was doing and 
what he was thinking, and if the dragon knew all the 
perverted thoughts that were going through his head-
 
"Ouch! Wha?" Angelo muttered, jumping a bit from the 
sting of something smacking his butt. Looking over his 
shoulders to see the black scales of the dragon's tail 
sliding back to the ground, he turned with some 
confusion back to the dragon. "What was that for?"
 
The dragon stared back at him with a grin that Angelo 
knew had to be pure predator, and for the first time, 
he knew what the prey of a dragon felt like. That look 
held absolutely no pity, no hope of escape. It simply 
promised the one under its gaze a quick death and 
fulfillment for the hunter.
 
He thought those white, pupil-less eyes would hold him 
forever. 
 
The silence between them was broken by the dragon's 
voice, deep, calm, authoritative. It seemed to reach 
right into the very center of his mind, speaking not 
just aloud, but almost seeming to use his mind's voice, 
speaking to him like he thought to himself.
 
"Now, I'm quite uncovered right now, don't you think 
that you should keep things equal? You don't want me to 
feel upset, now, do you?" the voice said in Angelo's 
mind. 
 
Even as the echoing, deep voice faded in his mind, 
Angelo was reaching for the buttons of his shirt, 
pulling on the zippers of his pants. The heat of the 
room was rather high, actually, and it wasn't fair that 
he was wearing clothes while the dragon didn't have 
any. It was like he was saying that he was a person, 
while the dragon was an animal. 
 
"Yes, that's right. You want to make sure that I'm 
comfortable, don't you? A guest to a dragon wants to 
make sure that the dragon's very, very comfortable."
 
Stopping his stripping actions just as he was about to 
reach for his underwear, Angelo nodded, reaching out to 
the dragon's cushions, plumping them up a bit. The 
scaly male even helped him out a bit by leaning forward 
and then raising his hips, allowing the raccoon easier 
access to the cushions on the chair. Of course, the 
movements of his hips raised the tip of his cock to a 
level less than an inch from Angelo's nose, filling the 
keen nostrils of the raccoon with the scent of dragon 
musk.
 
The scent was strong and spicy to Angelo, close enough 
now that it filled his mind at least as much as that 
voice. Staring cross-eyed down at the one eyed shaft 
that stared back blinking with pre, the raccoon was 
hard-pressed to keep his instincts to start licking it 
in check. He wanted to be close to dragons, to worship 
them for so long, that he almost couldn't bear to let 
this opportunity go by.
 
"You don't want your subject to be keeping his bare 
feet on this dirty floor, do you, little raccoon? You 
can't just let such perfection be sullied by the 
ground, can you?" the voice said, speaking its 
suggestions again. Just as before, Angelo reacted 
instantly, his hands reaching down to the dragon's feet 
and lifting them up, laying the scaly, sweat shined 
feet right on his lap, as there was no cushion near him 
that could be used.
 
Even from there, Angelo could smell the bits of sweat 
and musk that the dragon's feet exuded. It was so 
strong, almost like those feet had been kept inside a 
pair of socks for days, never able to breath the air 
that kept other foot-paws from being this soaked. 
Yet... though most people that he knew would be 
disgusted by the smell... Angelo couldn't help but be 
excited. It was still part of the dragon that he was 
worshipping, and that made it right.
 
It excited him in other ways, too. Even as he sniffed 
lightly to understand the smell better, he could feel 
his sheath swell beneath his underwear. Shaking his 
head a bit and reaching down to move the dragon's feet, 
mortally afraid of offending him with his arousal, he 
stopped only as the voice in his mind spoke again.
 
"Don't move those feet, Angelo. You love them, and I 
love them too. Can't you tell how much I love the 
feeling of your growing penis there?" the voice asked, 
finally revealing who it was. Angelo's eyes widened, 
staring up at the dragon's smiling face and then down 
to that scaly cock again. Wonder of wonders, it had 
somehow managed to grow even bigger, and as his sheath 
swelled even bigger with his arousal, pushing against 
those scaly, sweaty foot-paws, a shot of pre hit him 
right in the face.
 
Remembering that he actually did have to measure the 
dragon's penis for his study, Angelo reached behind his 
back, grabbing for his tape measure again and bringing 
it back to the matter at hand. His paws shivered a bit 
as he took the measuring tape and laid it against the 
length, counting off the inches as the toes of the 
dragon drummed on his sheath. He could feel the wetness 
of his own pre spilling out in his underpants, and that 
didn't help his thoughts at all.
 
Finally reaching the end of the dragon's member, he 
read the number to himself with disbelief. It was 
fourteen inches long, and as he measured the diameter 
as best he could, it only stunned him further to read 
off four and a half inches in that respect. If this was 
the average length for dragons, their females must be 
very, very loose compared to the furs of this world, 
unless they also had a very good tolerance for pain.
 
And then, as he was enchanted by the cock in front of 
him, and the sheer size of the thing, the dragon made 
his move on the ring tailed bandit.

~~~

Knowing that Angelo would be completely enchanted by 
his member gave Draconicon all the time that he needed 
to put the finishing touches on the raccoon for the 
night. A couple of tweaks to his mind here, a couple of 
things deleted there to keep him from objecting too 
much to certain things was all that was needed. 
 
It was surprising to him just how little that he had to 
change. When he'd first arrived in this world, when he 
had found the first person outside the Gate, things had 
been a lot different. That one had been so afraid of 
him, so totally convinced that he was evil, that his 
mind had required an almost complete rewiring before he 
would come near the dragon, let alone talk to him for 
any length of time with any degree of civility.
 
This raccoon, however, was as attracted to mythological 
creatures, and dragons in particular, as much as one 
could be without meeting them or being one, and that 
boded well for him in the world that the dragons and 
others planned to create here, when they fixed all the 
things that were wrong with this place.
 
As soon as the last of the modifications to the 
raccoon's mind were done, Draconicon stood up from his 
chair, his tail pushing Angelo to the ground, flat on 
his back. Looking down with that same predatory leer, 
his gaze still holding the raccoon's eyes well, he 
said, "No matter what else you have found in this life 
to love, no matter what else you've thought you would 
like to do with your life, there is nothing. Nothing 
more for you to do, save for one thing."
 
He looked into the blank eyes of the raccoon, those 
staring, blank eyes that were begging for direction, 
pleading for some command that would give him purpose. 
And Draconicon, knowing just what he wanted, gave one.
 
"You are now, and forever more, my pet."
 
The raccoon nodded eagerly, laying on his back still 
since he wasn't told to move at all yet. His smile grew 
back as he looked over the one that was proclaimed his 
master, almost giddy looking in his eagerness. "What 
can I do fo..."
 
"Ah, ah, ah. Pets are to be seen, and felt, not heard," 
Draconicon said, interrupting the raccoon with the side 
of his tail pressed to those luscious lips. Even as 
they were held shut, he could feel the raccoon kissing 
against his tail, and it made him smile a bit. "Now, 
get to your feet, and show me that tight, plump looking 
butt of yours," he said, removing his foot-paw from the 
mammal's groin.
 
He watched the raccoon eagerly rise to his feet, his 
last bit of clothing falling to the floor quickly, 
leaving that plump, yet firm butt in plain view. It was 
almost enough to make Draconicon forget himself and 
just pounce the other to the ground and take him here 
and now, but he forced himself to wait. This would be 
so much more pleasurable if he did.
 
With but a gesture, he made the raccoon get on his 
knees before him again, seating himself in his chair 
and laying his sweaty feet on Angelo's chest. "Now, 
raccoon, show me how well you can clean off that sweat, 
that musk and heat from walking around barefoot all 
day. Show me how much you love the taste of that sweat, 
knowing it came right from my feet," he said with a 
grin.
 
His smile only grew as he watched his feet get lifted 
by the raccoon's paws, and as he felt the nose of his 
new pet get shoved against his scales. The muscles 
beneath the scales on his feet parted somewhat to allow 
the raccoon to press a little harder, a little deeper 
to get at the hardest to find smells. 
 
The light breaths of air over his feet as the raccoon 
brought the smells to his nose only excited him 
further, knowing the hot stink of his salty sweat would 
be filling the student's nose, and thanks to the little 
changes he'd made to the raccoon's mind, such things 
would only make him more aroused. He could see, smell, 
and feel the raccoon's arousal. After all, Angelo 
wasn't being the most subtle about it, almost humping 
the air, and soon the dragon's tail as the raccoon's 
cock was enveloped by it.
 
Even as his feet were licked, Draconicon was pumping 
his cock hard, moaning softly to the sensations of the 
tongue and nose of the student on his feet. They were 
so, so hot to him, bringing him to heights of pleasure 
even the most seductive of dragonesses back home hadn't 
been able to conceive of. Each lick pulled off another 
layer of sweat and some small particles of dust, the 
licking tongue cleaning his feet better than a full bar 
of soap and boiling water would manage in years of 
work.
 
Chuckling softly at the slightly ticklish feel of 
Angelo's whiskers against his feet, Draconicon started 
gently spanking the raccoon. Each time there was more 
than a second between licks, the dragon's muscled tail 
landed, hard, on one of his butt cheeks. Each slap got 
progressively harder, until even with his tail almost a 
foot away, Draconicon could feel the heat that was 
glowing from those furry cheeks.
 
Now, he knew the time had come for the main event. 
 
"Stand up, my pet. Stand up, and show me how red that 
backside of yours has become," he commanded, leaning 
back in his easy chair.
 
Even as the raccoon got to his feet, he was reaching 
out with a paw, the claws glowing with a power that he 
had kept hidden up until this point. A couple touches 
with the blue light his claws emitted was enough to 
heal away the redness and swelling and heat, making it 
look as though nothing at all had happened. However, 
the next action the dragon planned to take wouldn't be 
so easily brushed away.

~~~

Even in the fog that currently held his mind tightly 
under the control of the dragon, Angelo felt the long 
shaft of hot meat pressed between his butt cheeks. The 
just healed mounds of bouncy flesh parted just enough 
to enfold his master's cock between them, as a woman 
might hold her breasts around another male's shaft. But 
no female would have this cock. This cock was his 
master's, and only he would be the one blessed with its 
touch. He'd be good enough to be sure of that.
 
The raccoon felt the shaft slowly slide down the crack, 
withdrawing itself, leaving less and less of its hot, 
pulsing length against his body until only the tip was 
left, an arrow pointing from the dragon's genital slit 
to his tailhole. And even as he recognized that he was 
about to be impaled on a shaft larger than a ruler, it 
happened.
 
A sudden thrust forward with the pre covered head, and 
his virginity was a thing of the past. Angelo's head 
tilted back, instantly chirring from the pleasure of 
being filled by the thirteen inches of his master's 
shaft. Moaning amidst his chirrs, he started slamming 
his backside back against his master, wanting more and 
more of that monster shoved up his backside. He wanted 
to be filled, filled forever.
 
His own motions were halted by the dragon's paws on his 
hips, the claws digging in ever so slightly to remind 
him who was master. Blushing, Angelo lowered his head 
to the floor, raising his butt higher up and more on 
par with his master's groin, waiting to receive his 
master's thrusts. 
 
Angelo didn't have to wait more than three seconds 
before he felt his master's cock moving inside him, 
pulling out slowly. The ridges on the lower six inches 
slowly spread his hole out yet further, slowly pushing 
his hole wider before letting it snap shut again, only 
to be spread again around the next ridge, over and over 
again, until finally reaching the halfway point of his 
master's cock.
 
Before he could start to miss the ridges filling him, 
spreading him, they were slammed right back in, the 
dragon above him slamming his cock home hard and fast. 
Each ridge spread him so fast it was like an accordion 
was pulling in and out of his tailhole, slow pull, fast 
push, slow pull, fast push.
 
His chirrs only got louder with each rub of his 
master's phallus over his prostate, the slightly 
pointed tip better than any toy that he'd ever tried. 
Each thrust seemed to be targeted directly to his 
little pleasure button, each movement dragging his 
pleasure level from what he'd thought was the best to 
something better still, pulling him along to higher and 
higher levels of ecstasy.
 
He couldn't help it any longer, he had to pay his 
master back for all that he was doing. Pushing his hips 
back against the grip of his master's claws, he met 
each thrust with a backslide of his own, gliding his 
insides over the dragon's magnificent, glorious prick. 
It filled him so well, and the shooting pre warmed him, 
slickened him, making him go faster and faster on this 
ride of rides.
 
All of this, all the pleasure, all the feelings of 
being filled, being cared for, was too much for Angelo. 
He'd been a virgin before this, and he couldn't take it 
any longer. Chirring his loudest yet, he thrust back 
one more time onto that shaft... and didn't cum. 
 
Groaning to himself as he felt a scaly paw holding the 
base of his cock tight, he only rode his master's cock 
harder, hoping that if he did a good enough job, he'd 
be allowed his pleasure. He needed it so bad, he was so 
close it almost hurt. His eight inches of cock was 
pulsing, bright purple from all the blood flow inside, 
almost swelling with the need to cum.
 
Minutes passed, and as he thought that he would never 
be allowed to cum, would always have to deal with being 
on the very edge, and held there, he felt his master 
speed up. That long, wide cock started thrusting in at 
a jackhammer pace, filling and emptying him more than 
five times a second. A warm wetness fell on his 
shoulder, and matted with his fur, the dragon above him 
drooling in pleasure.
 
He seemed to snap himself out of that, though, as 
Angelo heard the voice of his master, commanding him to 
do one, simple action, a command that needed only one 
word to express itself, muttered just as the dragon 
threw back his head in a roar of pleasure. 
 
"Cum."
 
Angelo felt his cock being released from the scaly paw 
just as his rear was filled with cum at speeds 
comparable to that from a fire hose, it shot out so 
fast and hard. It was hot, hot and thick as it 
assaulted his prostate, shoving Angelo across the line 
and into his own mind blowing climax.
 
Even as the cum flew from his cock and his balls 
tightened up, pulling themselves close to his crotch, 
even as he fell into the oblivion of sleep as he landed 
in his own pile of liquid joy, he could feel the 
dragon, his master, holding him close. He knew, deep in 
his heart, that he would never be alone again, that he 
would never again be unloved. He knew that he would 
always be taken care of by his master. 

~~~

In the month that followed, the mythological creatures 
that had come to earth showed their true sides, 
revealing the why of their arrival at long last. At the 
hidden signal from their leader on some college campus, 
they took control of the national leaders of each 
superpower, and soon had the entire world under their 
thumb. With that much power, changes soon began 
crossing the globe at an astonishing rate.
 
With no regard for currency in the least, the 
mythologicals began a thorough cleaning of the 
environment, wiping polution from the world's air and 
water supplies almost overnight. With that done, they 
turned their sights to things far more important to 
them, like changing the face of the world to allow more 
of their kind suitable habitations in the mountains and 
high places of the world.
 
Through all of this, their leader only spoke to them 
now and again. He had taken up an enormous 
responsibility after all, and one that he intended to 
take care of quite well. 
 
After all, a raccoon's love and libido are constantly 
hungry, and must be constantly fed, as he found out the 
morning after his first romp.

END

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