Cut and Run Ch. 18

Cut and Run Chapter 18
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You know, I never thought I’d say that living with Mamono can be a right royal pain in the tail.  Particularly since I’m a Mamono myself now.
Take the word, Mamono for instance. That one little word, covers a plethora of Demons and other kind of Monsters. Take Size for example, Mamono range in size from a ‘stand-in-the-palm-of-your-hand’ Leanann Sidhe, to a Fifteen-foot tall Giantess. Or in the case of Comeliness, you can start with one of the ‘Cute-as-a-button’ Alice(s), and continue all the way over to one of the centipede-like Oomukade.
Yet, despite all of that variety, they’ve all got one thing in common; they all want to find themselves a dude that they can show a really, really, good time.
For life.
Now, there are a LOT of things a guy needs to know before taking the plunge and choosing to live with one, or more, of them. That’s assuming that the guy in question is getting a choice in the matter.
He needs to know ahead of time, what kind of living condition he’s facing. That’s because they all have different needs and desires. For example, the ‘living’ needs of a Vampire are significantly different than the living needs of an Alraune. Obviously, a dude isn’t going to be able to work on his tan lines as a Vampire’s thrall.
Here’s a bit of advice for you dudes are into using that Mamono Dating App, Meandr I think it’s called. Be sure you know how the correct spelling of each Mamono species, ahead of time. Failing that, turn off the ‘auto-correct’ function.
I say this, because I know of one dude who regrets the fact that he got a pair of Zipangese Mamono names mixed up. He, was all hot and bothered to hook up with an Umi-Osho. Alas, it got misspelled in his ‘Searching For’ box.
It turns out, that his computer had ‘auto-corrected’ Umi-Osho into Ushi-Oni. Talk about fucked. (Har!)
What I find to be a little too convenient, is the fact that we guys don’t get told what Mamono want in return, for showing us guys that really, really, good time.
Don’t kid yourself pal, they’re not doing it because of altruistic reasons. You’ve read the stories online and in the books: Mamono want sex because they feed off of it. It energizes them. Or, because it feeds their inner Demon. Or, some other cockamamy excuse. And yeah, it’s all true.
BUT, what gets carefully glossed over in all of those accounts, is the REAL motivation for their catching, and boinking a guy halfway to death.
Babies.
All of the Mamono, they all want to have Babies. They’re just like human women in that regard. They can’t have themselves that much desired baby, without some dude’s help.
Ain’t that just like a woman, huh? She’s gotta take something that’s fun, then turn it into a chore. Which brings me to Angelique, my Were-cat/ Mamono waifu #2.
Kittens. Angelique wants herself some,…No, strike that!
Were-Kittens. Angelique just recently told me that she wants herself some Were-Kittens.
Sheesh! I should’ve seen that one coming. But to be honest, I hadn’t.
I’d been so focused on making Frazziss the Cave that she deserved for her and her,…
Ok, there I go again. Damnation, I’m more tired than I thought. Let me try again here.
I’d been so focused on making Frazzis the Cave that she deserved for her, and OUR children, that I clean forgot the sad simple fact that I’ve got two Mamono women in my life now. Three, if you count Pirin.
Which, I may have to. Now. I don’t know. It sounds like something I’ll have to check into later. Much later.
Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just trying to blow off some steam here! It’s been a real difficult last day for me.
The night before last, I woke up from a scary/wet dream. Then I segue into a long ass bout of insomnia! Later that night Frazziss finally lays her eggs, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Great!
Then the next thing I’m aware of, it’s morning/afternoon. Guess what!? It’s Moving Day. Yippee Hurray. Meh. I’m still out of it.
I’m barely awake for five minutes, and what do I end up with? Another Mamono hitting on me. This time, it’s a Bi-corn. Who just happens to be my best male friend’s squeeze. Crap.
But I managed to muddle my way through that, and a few other problems successfully. One of those problems, included a disgusting request from my Mom. But that’s enough about that!
Then at the end of that long hard day, I’m all set to hit the sack and catch some overdue shut eye. After, of course, I take care of the night time necessities: brush my teeth, make sure the cave entrance wards are up, bang the wives, etc. You know, the usual.
Then wife #2 throws me a curveball. She tells me that she wants to reproduce. With whom I ask? With me of course, duh. Who else is she gonna ask?
But, when she made the pitch, she made sure to say ‘Were-kittens‘. As opposed to the simpler Kittens. This may have something to do with the fact that the last time she talked about kittens, I made a crack about my picking her up some from the local animal shelter. As I recall, she didn’t laugh then either.
So, this night of all nights, she blindsides me with a declaration of “asking” me if its ok if she and I went ahead and got her pregnant.
My answer? ‘I’ll think about it.’
Apparently, that was not answer she wanted to hear. If that hissy-fit she had afterwards, be any indication.
In retrospect, I guess I should’ve went ahead and said “Yes”. If I had done that, I’d be snoozing away on a nice warm slab of sandstone. Instead of talking to myself while sitting up here on top of Kolana Rock, griping about Mamono and their need for babies in the middle of the fucking night.
Now would I?
You know what? It gets really fucking cold up here at night!
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So yeah, there I was all huddled with my wings wrapped around me. I’m trying to keep warm in that high-altitude breeze.
I mean shit, what’s the Dragon name equivalent of being in ‘The Dog House’ anyway?
That’s why, I’m sitting on top of Mount Kolana and not going someplace else instead. Even in my pissiest mood, I’ll stick around so that I can keep an eye on the Cave.
Which is rather hard to do right now, as I can’t see it. The reason for that, is because I made it so it would blend into the background landscape. Unfortunately, I did the blending part so well, that I can’t see any of its lights from up here.
It’s been said, that every artist would know their work even across a room filled with copies.  Me? I know where my Cave is, that’s because I put a portion of my soul into it. Even from here, two thousand feet up above my home, I can feel it.
I can feel the folks within, stomping and/or padding around inside. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made it for Frazziss. But damnit! It’s MY HOME! It’s got MY KIDS in it, I’m not gonna bug out and abandon my duty just because,…
“Hey!” sounds a voice, interrupting me from my self-pity. I look up, and that’s when I just barely notice Frazziss flapping away up there in the dark of the night. She’s probably been gliding her way all over the place, looking for me.
“Hey!” I yell back, catching her attention. I see her head shoot around and focus on where I’m at.
“BEACON!” she yells then. She demands that, because its unsafe to fly at night if you can’t see. There are damned few Dragons who can fly by IFR.
So, naturally I oblige her demand and cough up a small fireball. But, to her eyes it’s like I set off a flare. With a flap of her leathery wings, she lands beside me a few seconds later.
So, she just stomps her way over to me with her claws making a light scratching sound at the granite underneath her feet. She then plops herself down and wraps one of her wings around me. Which is nice thing to feel, right then.
The best part? She doesn’t say a word all during this. So, its just her and me, sitting cozily together for the longest while, on top of Kolana Rock in companionable silence, as Mamono-wife and Mamono-husband.
After a while, I speak.
“Hey.” I say, all debonair.
“Hey.” She says back, with a quick sidelong look.
“Who’s minding the Eggs?” I asked, not facing her.
“Pirin.” She replies. I grunt in response. After a moment’s pause, Frazziss grunts back. Which I find rather odd. Taking a quick look at her, I see that she’s got her arms crossed in the same position that I do.
I turn to her more fully, and she mirrors my action and faces me. I frown at her and she frowns at me right back.
“What are you doing?” I ask in an annoyed tone, staring at her.
“What are you doing?” she replies in an annoyed tone, staring back. I sigh, she sighs too.
“Frazziss.” I not quite growl at her.
“Loknarr.” She not quite growls in return.
‘Oh, for Maou’s Sake!’ I think to myself, screwing up my face. I can see her screwing up her face too! So, I just clam up for a few minutes. Thankfully she does too.
After those few minutes of putting up with this shit, I take a peek out of the corner of my eye. What do I see? She’s still matching me action for action with one exception: she sticking her tongue out like a house cat. You know- blepping.
“I don’t blep when I’m grumpy.” I said all snidely out of the corner of my mouth. She doesn’t react, at first. Instead she waited a couple of minutes before doing anything, and then she rolls her head around to face me with a droll look.
‘Two can play that game.’ So, I match her head roll and droll look. We make eye contact, and then the next thing I know she shoots a paw out right quick and pokes me with a claw.
Right in the end of my tongue.
“Ack!” I reply all surprised. “Hey! Tha hurthh!” I lisped, while holding the end of my now sore tongue. Frazziss doesn’t say anything then, she just gives me a smug grin.
“Ok,” I reply, once my tongue stops hurting. “Maybe I do blep when I’m grumpy.” I growl, defeated. Finally, Frazziss stops teasing me and leans her head on my shoulder, but carefully so as to avoid poking me with her head horns.
“Yes, you do.” She replied, suppressing a giggle. “It’s one of your more endearing traits.” I could feel her smiling then. It’s a married couple kinda thing. You’ve been with someone long enough, you know when they’re smiling, or whatever, when they speak.
“So,” I begin, “have you come up here to chew me out on Angelique’s behalf?” I asked as evenly as I could.
“No.” she replied, simply. “It’s not my place.”
“What?!” I ask, surprised. “How do you figure that?” Frazziss lifted her head to peer at me with an exasperated look.
“It’s your home,…” I began, but that was when Frazziss raised a paw up to my face and covered my mouth with a pair of claws. I shut up. Frazziss didn’t say anything at first, she just kept giving me one of those ‘Are You For Real?’-looks. Finally, she speaks.
“Allen. Whatever problem you and Angelique are having, it’s something that the two of you need to work out. I will NOT take sides in that matter!” she half-growled at me, giving me a serious stare to let her words sink in. They did.
“But, you do know what it is she’s asking, right?”
“Yes, I am quite well aware of it.” Frazziss nodded.
“Then how can you not take sides Frazziss?!” I whined, half hoping that she’d have backed up my choice in this. Instead, she puts her paws on her hips in the way she does, when she has to ‘explain’ things to me. I sigh.
‘Here it comes.’ I think to myself, grumping. Then I stop when I realize that the end of my tongue is sticking out, again. Immediately, I pull it reel it in with a huff. I can hear Frazziss giving me a giggle-snort just before she speaks.
“I’m not going to take ‘sides’ Loknarr, because I’m not a disinterested third party.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have to be a woman, to know what Angelique wants.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, honestly curious. Frazziss looks at me all weird.
“Pirin is right, you really can be an idiot. Can’t you?” she takes in deep breath and speaks before I could snark back.
“Mamono want Babies.”
“I KNOW that!” I reply, exasperated.
“Then what’s the problem, Allen?!”
“I thought,” I began, then trailed off. She waited for me to finish. When I didn’t, she piped up.
“You thought what?” she demanded archly.
“I thought that,….you know,…you might not,….” She turned my head over to look at me full in the face.
“Go on.” She ordered me.
“It takes resources to raise kids, and if I sired anymore,…” I replied quietly, ending with a sigh and not meeting her eyes.
“Allen.” She said firmly. “That reason you’ve giving me right now, is Bullshit! And you know it!” Her cussing like that, made me gape in response.
 “You’re quite capable of providing for your children Allen! We both know that!” she continued, with just a hint of red tinging her eyes. “If you sired a dozen children with a dozen different Mamono, we both know you’d ‘bust your tail’ finding a way to provide for them all.”
“Now Allen. I want you to tell me the REAL reason why you’re afraid of fulfilling Angelique’s wish.”
It took the longest while of patient prodding on her part, but eventually I admitted to the truth.
“I’m afraid.” I whispered.
“Afraid of what?” she asked.
“I’m afraid of another Serilda.” I replied, grimacing.
“Another Serilda?” she asked, perplexed. “you mean your first daughter?” I nodded.
“Why are you afraid of that? You’re a full Dragon now! Your bloods not diluted anymore! You’ve got two children who are doing well!”
“I know all that!”
“Then why,…?!” she began. I held up a paw. She shut up.
“Because if I did get Angelique pregnant, I’d be diluting my Dragon-blood, with hers.” I finished. Frazzis stopped talking then, with her mouth hanging open in realization.
“What’s to say that her and I’s kids wouldn’t turn out,…” I trailed off. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Just the thought of it was enough to frighten me.
“Oh!” She said, shutting her mouth with a snap, then sitting back with a thoughtful look on her face. “I didn’t think of that!” she replied abashedly. She was silent for the longest while, until finally.
“Allen.” She said while standing up and extending her wings. “Thank you for being honest with me. I can see where you’re coming from on this.”
“So, you’ll be backing me in my refusal to get Angelique pregnant?” I asked hopefully.
“No.” she replied, shaking her head.
“Then what,…!?” I began to demand. She interrupted me as she gave off a good flap to gain altitude.
“Tell it to Angelique! She needs to know it!” she replied, as she began gliding her way back to the Cave.
“But!” I began, then stopped as I realized the truth in her words.
‘She’s right you know.’ Said an unbidden thought.
‘Who the hell are you?’ I thought back.
‘Your brain, or what’s left of it. Frazziss is right. Go and tell Angelique.’ The better part of me said chidingly.
“Shit!” I replied then, realizing that my brain was right.
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Later, after I flapped back down to the Cave, I sought Angelique out. It didn’t take long, as she was still sitting on the same spot of her bed from when I had left her last.
When I came into her room, I noticed two things. One, that she’d been staring at the floor of the entranceway, and two, that she’d been crying. So much so, that her whisker ends had tear droplets hanging from them.
As soon as she saw me waltz in, she whirled herself around so as to avoid looking at me. I looked at her back and sighed remorsefully.
“Angelique,” I began hesitantly, “I’m sorry.” Ah hell, that’s the only thing I could think of to say as a beginning. She replied, with some Were-Cat body language.
She turned her head around and licked her shoulder at me, twice.
‘Oh crap.’ I thought. When a Were-cat licks her shoulder at you, it means she’s pissed. If she does it twice, that means she’s royally pissed. She won’t bother with three licks, because at that point she’ll swipe at you instead. Claws at full extent pissed.
“Angelique.” I tried again, “to be perfectly honest; I would like to give you some Were-Kittens.” Her body shot around, as she lowered her shoulders to her bed.
“LIAR!” she hissed, with her ears laid back. Looking up over her shoulders, I could see her tail lashing left and right. She looked like she was ready to pounce on me, and not in the good way. I raised my paws in surrender.
‘Ah crap, in for a penny, in for a pound.’ I realized.
“To be perfectly honest, Angelique. I’m afraid to.” I replied quickly. That, got her attention!  She got a perplexed look on her face, and her ears jutted forwards. Yet, I noticed that her tail was still lashing, just a bit less though.
“Why, are you afraid?” she asked me in a suspicious tone, squinting.
“Do you remember the events involving my first daughter?” I asked. She nodded guardedly. Emboldened, I then went on with my spiel. I started off with a synopsis of what I had learned about my own blood line, and what had happened as a result of my Dragon ancestors ‘diluting’ their blood with humans.
“OH!” she replied when I got done, her eyes going wide. “I had no idea!” she replied a bit mollified. After a second, she squinted again at me.
“What has THAT got to do with your being afraid of my wanting Were-Kittens?” she asked plaintively. I sighed.
“Because I’m afraid that I’ll end up siring more kids with no-brains.” I replied quietly. “I don’t want to hurt you like that.” She relaxed at that bit of news, then she sat back on her haunches.
After a second or three of thinking about it, she patted the bed slab next to her with a paw. Indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her. I did. Once I was there, she put her arms around me and gave me a big furry hug. A nice WARM furry hug.
Damn it felt nice.
“Thank you for telling me. I think I understand where you’re coming from now.” She said, nuzzling me on one of my scaly ears. It tickled.
“So, are you willing to give up on having any of my kids?” I asked, not quite pleading. She turned my head around and made me look at me in the eyes.
“No.” she replied, shaking her head. “In fact, it makes me want them even more.”
“But why?” I asked, exasperated.
“Allen, listen to me now.” She ordered. I clammed up as she held her arms before me, pads up.
“Do you see these arms, Allen?” I looked down at them, and I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. They were just the usual, a pair of too-skinny arms that were lightly coated with fur, capped on one end with a pair of oversized fluffy cat paws.
“Ummm, yeah.” I nodded, while looking back at her in the eyes.
“They’re empty.” She said simply, as if this explained everything.
“Huh?” I asked, all intelligent like. She screwed up her face.
“My arms need to hold babies.” She replied, looking at me desperately.
“But we’ve got some babies on the way,…” I began. She sighed in agitation and looked away, frowning. I shut up. She thought for a second then extended her arms/paws out again. Only this time her claws were extended.
“They NEED to hold MY Babies!” she half-cried, leaning over in emphasis, as she clutched her paws to her chest.
“I don’t understand.” I replied. “Frazziss,…” Angelique chuffed in frustration at me then.
“Frazziss has her babies! Yes! I understand that!” she said while reaching up and holding my face with her paws. “But they’re not MY Babies!” she whined in a falsetto.
“Allen, how do you feel when you’ve not had sex in a while?” she asked, changing her tactic. I thought about it, while scratching the back of my head in thought.
“I get distracted.” I replied, thinking back on the few times I’ve gone overdue a couple of hours.
“That whole ‘want-to-have-sex’, quickly becomes a NEED to?” she asked, looking at me in the eye with concern. I nodded.
“Have you ever been without sex for longer than a couple of days?” She asked me then, which made me all suspicious.
“Uhhhmmm, yeah.” I replied, “I’ve gone without any sex for as long as a week.” I continued guardedly.
“And how were you feeling then?” she demanded.
“By that point, it was all that I could think of.” I replied, lowering my voice. “Why do you ask, are you saying that you’ll deny me sex if I don’t,…” I began but was interrupted by a paw on my mouth. She shook her head in negation.
“As an Incubus you have a need for sex, yes?” she asked. I nodded.
“Now imagine how much more powerful that need for sex would become, if you were denied it for years.” She stated with a slight frown.
‘Years!’ I blanched at the thought. ‘That would be torture!’ I then stopped for a second. ‘Holy Shit!’ I thought, as I finally began to realize what she’d been getting at.
 “I’ve been denied having babies for years. That level of Need for Sex that you have Allen, is about the same level of Need I have for Babies!” she cried. “I can’t explain it better than that!” My eyes just about bugged out at the realization at the enormity of her need.
“Yes, I know that Frazziss has her babies, and I’m happy for her! I really am.” She said as her face screwed up in pain. “But it hurt me, it physically hurt me, when I saw everyone else ‘Oooh’ and ‘Aaaah’ over her eggs!” It was then that I noticed that she was starting to cry.
“I admit I’m jealous, Allen! I want someone to do the same for me. I want others to ‘Oooh and ‘Aaaah’ over my babies. My kittens!” she half yelled as she began to sob in earnest.
“My arms are empty Allen! They NEED to hold onto babies, to hold them close to my breasts and have them feed from me! Babies made of my flesh and blood!” she yelled fully then. I drew her into my arms and held her close as she became incoherent. She fought me at first, then she stopped and melted into my arm and continued sobbing, for what seemed for the longest time. After a long while she stopped, and just lay her head on my shoulder.
After a bit, I spoke.
“I think I comprehend now where you’re coming from Angelique. But I’m still scared. I’m afraid of giving you ‘those’ kind of babies that I gave my first wife. Ah hell! I don’t know what I would do, if I had to face that situation again.” I replied, as I whispered into one of her ears, trying desperately to not cry myself. I could feel her stiffen under my arms, the longer I spoke.
“Allen, I know I’m asking a lot of you to do that.” She sighed, as she pulled away and matched gazes with me. Looking back, I could see that she had her pupils dilated forlornly. She held her paws out, pads up again, and looked down at them, then back up to me.
“Please.” She asked so quietly, that I could almost not hear her. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Heavily.
‘Damn.’ I thought in resignation.
“All right.” I huffed slightly, opening my eyes. Her eyes lit up with hope.
“Really?” she whispered. I nodded.
“ACK!” I replied, when she hugged me fiercely enough to cut off my breathing.
“Angelique. Please! I can’t breathe!” I tried to say, but instead it came out as, “Ang-Ack! Gasp-choke!” I ended up having to pound her on the back with a fist to get my plight across to her.
She was apologetic, after she realized what was going on and let go. It took me a bit to catch up with my breathing. But she only had one thing in mind, once I did.
“Now?” she asked me eagerly, her eyes burning with a fierce desire. After a second of watching that raging forest fire, I replied querulously.
“Yes.”
At that point we didn’t waste any more time. Angelique just about ripped my loincloth off of me then, she was so eager. As to her clothing, which consisted of a tank top and bikini bottom, those practically evaporated off of her.
She took the lead in everything after that. At first, she pressed me on my chest with a paw, until I was lying on her bed with my wings spread out underneath. She then started licking me all over, starting with my head.
Her tongue tickled my horns, as they’re rather sensitive that way. She then worked her way down till she was rasping that tongue near the tip of my tail. Finally, she held herself poised over my now erect pair of genitals. I’ll say one thing about my ‘Dynamic-Duo’, they always come to attention when they’re needed. Triply so, when they’re getting the ‘rough-tongue’ attention of a Were-cat.
As I lay there, I admired the view of her bod. It was a nice one, still. Angelique had always been a bit on the skinny side, even when I first met her at the Mamono-Man prison. But, the time she’d spent romping around the Yosemite high-country during those months she’d been searching for me, it hadn’t been kind to her.
Even now, a couple of months after she and I finally hooked up, she hadn’t regained much in the way of weight. I sighed when I had a good look at her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when she heard me, freezing in place.
“Honestly, I’m concerned.” I replied. She looked back at me, with her eyes going wide.
“About what?” she frowned as she held one of my dicks in her paw. Her tongue was blepping out at that moment, tantalizing my dick with its proximity.
“Are you sure you’ve got enough weight to carry kittens?” I asked in all honesty. She fixed with a patient stare for a second, and then replied.
“My family has always been skinny. I’ll be fine.” She glared at me with a frown.
“If you say so.” I replied, hoping she’d get back to raspy tongue action. “Still I’d feel a lot better if you made a bit more effort to put on sine weight, please.” I asked. She gave me a deep sigh then.
“All right, I promise I’ll eat a bit more often. Honestly Allen! You’re starting to sound like Papa.” She huffed as she resumed. I didn’t feel like interrupting her then.
‘Your father and I are NOTHING alike!’ I thought to myself as I let that quip slide.
Thankfully, Angelique wasn’t too terribly cranky about my concerns. She then returned her attention to us. Unlike the usual time when we’re ‘together’, we didn’t go our usual route of sex.
What’s that you ask? That would be the usual route of Oral sex for foreplay. I’d eat her out, she’d deep-throat both of mine in sequence, then she’d swallow and clean herself up. Yada yada yada, and then we’d head over to the vaginal and anal.
Oh yeah, about that. Since I’ve got two dicks, that means that some of my fun-time with a Mamono chick, invariably involves anal sex. That’s mainly due to the fact that only a few Mamono can accommodate both of my dicks in their vagina at the same time.
This was one of those times. The reason being that, Angelique didn’t want to risk on any of my semen ‘missing the mark’, so to speak.
So, there I am lying on my back at her insistence, while I watch her straddle me. All while she’s trying desperately to squeeze both of my dicks into her vagina. I could tell then that it was a tight fit for her, in more ways than one.
It’s hard for me to not be concerned about the way she’s grimacing and wincing, as she kept impaling herself. But, she insisted that I not say anything.
Not even once, did she ever complain about her obvious pain. I choose to not try and embarrass her by bringing up her discomfort. What I can say, Man? She REALLY wanted my kid!
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her to finish. That’s because of my bumpy Dragon-Dicks. They have that ‘Quick to Come’ effect on all of the Mamono that I’ve banged.
As soon as I saw her eyes dilate and then as her tongue started to loll, I knew it had happened. That’s when I took control, and flipped both of us over carefully, so as to allow my semen to coat the insides of her vagina to its depth. This was to insure maximum soak effect. But that was more for show.
What do I mean by that? Well, when I became a Dragon-Incubus all those months ago, one of the talents I’d gained was the ability to decide who could become pregnant with my semen.
I figured that one out with Frazziss. It didn’t matter if it was oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, or what have you. If my Semen got inside a Mamono, I could get her pregnant.
At which point a part of me ‘Asked’, if I wanted that pregnancy to proceed. Up until then with the exception of Frazziss, it’d had always been a resounding “NO!”.
But for Angelique, it became a “YES!”.
We slept together on her bed that night. During that night, not once did she ever stopped purring she was so happy.
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It’s often been rumored that Mamono aren’t too terribly into anal sex. From experience, I say that’s Hogwash. And no, I’m not talking about Orcs. The main reason for that, is prior to the ‘Great Change’ as caused by the Maou’s ascension, many Avian and Reptilian Mamono didn’t have vaginas and anuses.
What they had instead, were Cloaca. Which is a sort of combination of Vagina and Anus. But, due to the ‘Change’, they altered in form to differentiate between the two. So, due to ancestral memories, many Mamono don’t feel there’s a difference between the two orifices, sex wise.
It’s been said that the best kind of Change is the one that comes from within. I’d have to agree, so long as I get to come inside that Change. (Har!)
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I had a decent night’s sleep that night. Despite the fact that I had some weird ass dreams. None of which I could remember in the morning.
When I was growing up, I noticed that when regular house cats are asleep, they take on all of the qualities of a plate of boiled spaghetti. As an adult, I discovered that Were-cats do that too. Which is why, it took me several minutes to unwind Angelique from me when I decided to get up.
Thankfully, Angelique doesn’t drool on me like Frazziss always does. Nope, instead she leaves a nice layer of her were-cat fur all over me.
‘I guess I’m gonna have to buy her a set of hair brushes.’ I decided, as I stomped my way over to the main bathroom for a shower. ‘If anything else, to try and get rid of her excess fur.’ I muse as I tried to ball up some of that fur off of my arm, and failed.
After that shower, I realize that I still have to figure out a way of unclogging hair balls from the drain. That’s not the kind of thing you have to worry about, when it comes to Dragons and their shed scales.
After that, I decide it’s time for my morning constitutional, so I head out for a nice long Flap.
I notice that it’s a beautiful morning as I gain altitude over the Hetch Hetchy reservoir. Doubly so, with the sun peeking its way around Mt. XXXX, off to the east.
I’ll say this about being able to fly, I never get tired of doing it. It gets my blood pumping, it feels great to do it, and I always enjoy the view. About the only difference between it and sex, is that I don’t feel the need to clean up after.
Later, I was in the kitchen cooking myself a breakfast of blood pudding and sausages, when Pirin waltzed in. She seemed surprised to see me.
“Loknarr!” she exclaimed, surprised. “What are you doing up this early?”
“I managed to catch up on my sleep, despite all of the goings on.” I replied, not looking at her, as I kept my attention solely on the frying of my sausages.
“So have you and Angelique patched things up?” she asked all worriedly.
“Yeah, we’re both good to go.” I nodded without looking at her. But I did notice in my peripheral vision, that Pirin was getting….’jumpy’.
“So, ummmm, what did you two decide?” Pirin asked, in what seemed a hopeful tone. Paranoid, I began to get a bit suspicious with this line of inquiry.
“She managed to convey to me the urgency of her need for babies.” I replied, still not looking at her. Glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Pirin was getting downright fidgety! I smiled secretly.
“Aaaannnnnndddd?!” Pirin almost-wailed, quivering while holding her paws together. I rolled my eyes before I replied.
“We decided that,…” I began, and left it hanging. After a few seconds, Pirin prompted me.
“Yes?” she asked, trying not to be too obvious with her interest.
“It would probably be best if,…” I continued, then left it hanging, again, as I pretended to be interested more in flipping my sausages over. After a few more seconds, Pirin injected again.
“AND?” she asked in a wheedling tone, I could see that she was just about vibrating in her excitement.
“If, I went ahead and got her pregnant. Which we did.” I added.
“YES!” Pirin squeaked excitedly, turning my head I could see that she was fist pumping then. After a couple of seconds, she noticed me looking at her with a raised eyebrow, then she started looking around the room embarrassedly. I chose to let her off of the hook. She seemed to appreciate that. But, I had a sneaking suspicion,…
“Uh Loknarr, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.” She began then.
‘Bingo!’ I thought to myself fearfully. ‘She wants kids too now, without a doubt!’ I decided then to go ahead and “Take the Minotauros by the Horns” so to speak. I set the frying pan off to one side, and then turned to her to speak.
“Pirin.” I said firmly. “I’m happy that you’re excited about Angelique’s newfound pregnancy, but I’m not really interested in getting you pregnant right now.” She stopped and gawked at me in surprise, and then she did something that caught me totally off guard.  She started laughing.
After a few minutes of listening to her non-stop laughing, I got a bit upset.
“What are you laughing about!?” I demanded, as she was doubled over from her mirth. “Oh give it a rest!” I huffed as I retrieved the frying pan. After a couple more minutes I felt one of her paws grasping at a wing tip. Looking over, I could see that she was shaking her head, and still laughing, that chucklehead.
It took her a few more tries, but eventually she got herself under some bit of control.
“I’m not interested in getting pregnant with you, not now!” she said in between bouts of giggling.
“Then what’s so funny?” I replied crossly.
“I’m not laughing at you!” she replied, grinning. “I’m laughing at what someone bet on how you’d react.”
It turns out that there had been a betting pool going on with the Valley Mamono. In it, the bet was about how many days it would take after Frazziss laid her clutch, before Angelique managed to convince me to get her pregnant. AND how long it would take, before I started talking about getting Pirin pregnant.
Why was she laughing? Because she had managed to win both pools, paws down. As to what it was that she was interested in talking with me about? She wanted to know if it was ok by us, if she were to take a few days off in a couple of weeks. It was about one of her crèche-sisters’ eggs were due to shell, or something like that.
“Besides Loknarr!” She began again, as she took over cooking breakfast. “I’m not at the right age to get pregnant.”
“WHAT!?” I roared. “Are you telling me that you’re underaged!?” I exclaimed, horrified.
“What?!” she demanded back, all huffy. “I AM NOT UNDERAGED!” she shouted back at me angrily. “Where did you get that kind of stupid notion!?”
We then got involved in an interesting conversation.
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It turns out that there was something about Dragonewt biology that I hadn’t been aware of.  Apparently, a long time ago Pirin’s Dragon ancestors, were confined to an island chain that was large enough to accommodate a colony of Dragons. But, the islands were small enough to affect their physiology in a way similar to how Pygmy Mammoths developed.
Due to the size of that place, her antecedents sort of ‘shrunk’ in size in order for them to stay fertile enough to keep reproducing. All without being too much of a burden on the islands’ resources.
But in addition to those conditions, they also voluntarily altered themselves in such a way that they went into, and out of, fertility at distinct ages.
“OH!” I exclaimed, utterly surprised. “You mean you’ve been able to get pregnant before?” I exclaimed with my mouth agape. I found myself utterly fascinated with this bit of natural history.
“Stop drooling at me, you pervo!” she replied with her arms crossed and her wings clenched tight, frowning at me through her scaly eyebrows.
“I’m not drooling Pirin!” I protested, “Ok maybe I am, just a little.”
“What’s the big deal, anyway?!” she demanded while flinging her paws up. “A while ago you didn’t even want to lay a claw on me! You said, and I quote: ‘I reminded you of a kid sister’, end quote!” she huffed, not looking at me.
I then had to explain to her my interest in the evolutionary sciences, and biology. The reason being, is that in college I almost majored in becoming an Biologist.
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, surprised enough to forget her anger in that moment.
“I just couldn’t impress that Haku-Taku Biology professor enough. Unfortunately, she only had eyes for one of her graduate students.” I explained, embarrassed. Pirin started laughing her tail off, again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Go ahead and laugh! But at the time, she was my world! Or so I thought!” I complained, smirking along with her.
“Well, all right!” she said after she got finished with her laugh. “Is there anything else you wanted to know about my breed of Dragon?” she asked me with an amused tilt to her head.
“Well yeah, since we’re on the subject,…” I mentioned, while waving a finger at my head.
“My lack of head horns?” she asked with an exasperated voice. I nodded. She blew out her breath as she turned around, and pushed me out of the way of cooking breakfast.
“That’s one of the key Dragon traits we bred out of existence, in order for us to survive that dank chain of islands.” She began, but I tried to interrupt.  “Let me finish!” she waved a paw at me to forestall any further interruption. “I know what you’re going to ask next. WHY do some Dragonewts have head horns?” she asked me, looking over her shoulder. I nodded.
“That’s because even though Dragonewts are considered a separate breed of Dragon, we’re still close enough to Western Dragons, your ancestors, that we’re able to breed with them.” She stopped flipping sausages over momentarily.
“Sometimes.” She added quietly, looking at nothing.
“Oh.” I replied, my curiosity satisfied. Then another thought occurred to me. Pirin must’ve caught the look in my eyes.
“What!?” she demanded before I could finish enunciating my thoughts.
“You said that your ancestors were on some islands, right?” She nodded. “Yet you have wings, couldn’t your people have simply flown away off of them?” She shook her head.
“They weren’t there by choice.” She replied. I couldn’t think of anything to say by way of reply after that. So, I didn’t. Pirin seemed to appreciate my letting the matter drop.
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Once everyone else had gotten up and found their way to the kitchen, we all sat down for breakfast. Naturally, Frazziss refused to eat any food unless I inspected it first.
Then, Pirin and I shared a look as Angelique insisted on sitting herself between Frazziss and I. At first Frazziss got a bit upset about it. But, after a few moments, she turned nonchalant. In the end we all had a nice conversation.
“So what are everyone else’s plans for the day?” I asked. “I’d like to know, so that I can plan my day around yours.”
“I’m not inclined to wander too far from my Eggs.” Frazziss replied, acting almost guilty about it. I reassured her that that would probably be for the best. “Besides, I’ve got a ton of rearranging to do!” she added, rubbing her paws together. I sighed, as I remembered how much extra shit our Cave now had.
“I’m inclined to laze away the day.” Angelique chirruped. “But, I still have my job to do at the Majestic.” She sighed, as she lay her head on my shoulder momentarily.
“I’ll be flapping over to help your father finish cleaning up the old place.” Pirin piped up. That made me frown.
“That’s true, I’d forgotten about that. Has he called lately? Normally he’d have done so by now.” I asked with just a hint of worry. Pirin shook her head.
“Don’t be too worried about it Loknarr. How much trouble could he get in anyways?” I gave her a droll look.
“Well let’s see. An unclaimed human male, who hasn’t gotten laid in Maou knows how long, working unattended in a dormitory full of Mamono?” I blew out my breath in exasperation. “AAaaahh, he should be ‘Just-Fine’.” I finished sarcastically, with a roll of my eyes.
“I’d better take a quick flap and go check up on him.” I decided firmly, standing up. But then I hesitated, as I felt something in the Aether. I looked up sharply and turned my head in the direction of the Cave’s entrance.
“What’s wrong?” everyone asked me then, simultaneously.
“Or not!” I exclaimed, and then sighed. “I just felt a Wyrm-hole open up, just outside the Cave’s entrance. Which means only one thing- we’ve got company.”
“You can feel those?” Frazziss asked, looking at me perplexed.
“Well yeah, it’s one of those abilities I gained from walking the Seventh Path.” Angelique looked at me with confusion then.
“I’ll explain later.” I told her. As soon as I did we all heard a scratching sound resonating within the hallways.
“What the hell is that!?” Angelique yelped.
“It’s a Scratcher!” Frazziss explained with a smile. Angelique’s face screwed up.
“It’s the Dragon-equivalent of a door knocker.” I said as I started walking to the dining room entrance. “I installed it as part of the Cave’s buildup.” I added as I started stomping my way to the front entrance.
For those of you who aren’t aware of it. “Scratchers” are what Dragons use to announce their arrival at another Dragon’s home. It’s one of those ‘social lubricants’ that extends the life of a petitioner. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fellow Dragon, or some asinine treasure hunter. Dragons get mighty cranky when they’re woken up from a nap.
If you ever have the opportunity to approach a Dragon’s Lair, keep an eye out for either a hollow pole, or a flat rock, near the entrance.
If it looks like it’s been scratched by a Dragon’s claws a lot, chances are it’s a Scratcher. So if you wish to avoid getting flambéed, I’d recommend that you announce your presence by scratching at that rock with your own nails.
The Dragon in question is probably already aware that you’re there, but if you’re polite enough to use one, it’ll improve your survival chances dramatically.
When I get to the front entrance, I observed two Dragons and a human male, standing just outside the entrance together.
The first Dragon was a matronly looking one with a general air of nobility about her. She, was a Western-style Dragon with corn-silk blonde hair that was tied back into a bun. Her scales were a gleaming mix of red and blue. Unlike many other Dragons with their insufferable attitude, this one turned out to be a rarity. She actually had a sense of humor, and as such she smiled often. She introduced herself as Nizzyl, the Chief Archivist.
Assisting her, was Qirri of all people! She was looking a lot better, as her hair had grown out a bit more since the last time we’d met, and it was rebraided rather fetchingly! As before, she had a set of black and gold scales, along with her conch style set of horns. She too seemed happy today. I soon found the reason why.
“And who’s this?” I asked, looking at the sole human male. He raised a hand to me, and I was about to shake it when Qirri intercepted his hand and latched onto it with one of her paws. The new dude seemed rather annoyed with it. But I chose to not say anything.
“His name is Alexander.” Qirri cheerfully explained, while smiling possessively at him. Alexander looked at Qirri with a peeved expression on his face then. I tried to ask ‘Alexander’ a few other questions, but every time I did, Qirri answered for him. I gave up trying.
“Where are my manners?” I asked suddenly. I then invited them all into my Cave, along with the appropriate offer of hospitality. Which they accepted graciously.
I gave them a quick tour of the place, which Alexander seemed to appreciate. Particularly the main bathroom. Eventually, we found our way to the kitchen where everyone else still was at. Naturally, another round of introductions had to be made.
After that, we got to learn of who our guests were and why they’d shown up.
“We’re here from the Ministry of Records.” Nizzyl explained, as she pulled out a shuffle of parchment from a handy (pawy?) satchel. I raised an eyebrow at it. She then produced a fountain pen, and a pair of Granny-glasses, which she then put on. Wisely, I chose to not say anything about them.
“We, Qirri and I, are here to interview you two, and to record the laying of your Eggs.” Nizzyl stated pleasantly. “So as to insure that your children are properly registered, and your house is officially recognized.” That caught me off guard, but in a way it made sense.
One of the first things I’d learned about Dragon-life a few months back, was that they registered all of their children’s births, for many reasons.
Since I hadn’t been born a Dragon, my conversion caused quite a shake-up for the Archivists, apparently. This was just one of those bureaucratic things that Dragons seemed to adore.
“First off, may I ask what names you’ve chosen for your children?” Nizzyl asked Frazziss and I, while holding up a fountain pen over her parchment.
‘Boo-yah!’ I thought to myself in my glee. ‘Now’s my chance!’
“Well, I was thinking of naming the boy, Sma-Aauugghkkkk!” I began, but was rudely interrupted by Frazziss’ sinking her claws into my shoulder, hard. VERY hard!
Nizzyl stopped writing, and gave Frazziss and I a bemused look.
“Aaaahh! Eeeeek! Uh-uh-uh!” I went, sticking my tongue in agony, as Frazziss leaned over and began to whisper into my scaly ear, still gripping me hard.
“Don’t even THINK about THAT name!” she warned me quietly. “NOTHING from Tolkien!” she hissed.
“Yes Dear.” I whimpered quietly, defeated. She let go, and I inhaled with a gasp at the sudden and blessed relief from pain.
“We’re undecided about what names to bestow our children with at this time.” I explained in a rush, wincing while rubbing my shoulders with my hand/paws. Nizzyl just looked at me for a moment longer with a knowing smile and then replied.
“Well no hurries then. The names are only official after your children are shelled, after all.” She smiled as she replaced the cap onto her fountain pen, and put it away into her satchel along with the partially filled out parchment.
“Well that being that, may Qirri and I pleased be allowed to inspect your Eggs Frazziss?” Nizzyl asked politely then. Surprisingly, Frazziss seemed almost eager to show them off to the pair.
I, was volunteered to entertain Alexander while Qirri and Nizzyl went on with their official duties. As no strange male would be allowed to get near Frazziss’ eggs, and still be allowed to live.
As the trio retreated in the direction of the Brooding chambers, they chatted merrily along the way. I could overhear Frazziss speaking with pride about being the mother of the first ‘birthed’ male Dragon in many centuries. Naturally, Nizzyl spoke with a polite level of skepticism.
After that, Angelique excused herself in order to get ready to go to work. She and I kissed a long and passionate kiss before we parted though.
“Thank you again, for last night!” she whispered into an ear while we embraced. Then she let go. I smiled back at her. After she left, Pirin piped up and volunteered to go and check up on the whereabouts of my Old Man. I thanked her too in the usual manner of a hug and a tongue kiss, and sent her on her way.
When I was done with all that, I noticed then that Alexander was sitting there, shaking his head with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“What?” I asked, smiling. He sighed by way of response before replying.
“Jesus fucking Christ man, oops, I mean Dragon.” I waved it off.
“Don’t worry about it Alex, may I call you Alex?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m cool dude. Just don’t do it within earshot of Qirri though. She doesn’t like it when folks shorten my name.”
“Sounds like my woman.” I replied with a smirk. He laughed.
“Hey, do you want a longer tour of the place. I get the feeling you need some time away from Qirri for a bit.” Alex gave me such a smile then, nodding enthusiastically.
“Please!” he almost begged. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any brews?” he asked me with desperation in his voice.
“A shit ton, come along.” I instructed as I waved at him to follow me, he did so with a grin. Eventually we made our way over to my workshop. Naturally, as a guy I kept a small fridge there well stocked with plenty of brew. He got such a look of relief on his mug, once he had his first swallow.
“Damn dude, that’s the best shit I’ve had in a month!” he complimented me as he leaned back on my workbench.
“Thanks.” I replied, “I’ve got a connection with a Satyros microbrewer over by Tahoe. She owes me a few favors.” We shot the shit for a little while, and I began to get the notion that there was something familiar about him. What, I wasn’t sure. So I decided to ask him a few personal questions.
“So Alex, how long have you and Qirri been together?” I asked. He blew his breath out in exasperation. I scrunched up my eyebrows at him then.
“That’s the thing dude! We were just supposed to hook up for a night! Not any of this long term shit!” He shrugged his shoulders and took a couple more swallows, then he continued.
“I was doing some project work down at the Ranch when she showed up.”
“Ranch?” I asked, puzzled.
“Phantom Ranch, I mean, sorry. I work at Grand Canyon National Park as a Mason.” He explained.
‘Hmmmm.’ I thought, mentally frowning.
“I guess I must’ve performed our pillow pounding to her satisfaction, because the next morning she didn’t leave like she said would. Instead, she started bossing me around. Well, nicely at first. I went along with it, ‘cause it meant I’d get myself some more of that hot Dragon-Action. Uhhh, No offense dude.” He apologized.
‘I guess he doesn’t know that I was human too.’ I thought as I waved it off.
I knew exactly what he meant. The more he talked about himself and Qirri, the more I listened, along with the more questions I asked.
What I learned about him was this. That he was about my age, and that he was a Mason who, like me worked in a National Park. He’d been widowed a few years earlier, and that he’d also sired a child who died after birth, a son in his case. After that he’d been despondent for a long time, and had been giving serious thought about offing himself.
‘Oh geez,’ I thought, ‘where on earth have I encountered someone like that before?’ I wondered. Looking at him I finally realized what it was that had been bugging me about him.
The way he looked right now, was the way I looked back when I was still human. Oh there were differences between him/now and me/then. But, they weren’t all that many I decided, as he continued to talk about himself.
“It was great at first man. But now it’s gotten to be a pain in the ass! It’s like she’s treating me like I’m her personal property, or something! Always telling me what to do, when to do it!” He groused.
“What I can and can’t eat. Who I can and can’t talk to. She’s even been getting more and more forceful about having me move in with her, dude!”
“So whatta you think man?” he asked me suddenly then, startling me from my reverie. “Do you think I might still have a chance at freedom?” he asked me hopefully.
“That depends, Alex. How long have the two of you been hooking up?”
“About a month now.” He answered levelly. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me lean back as I screwed up my face in thought.
“Have you two have been screwing every night?” He nodded.
“Yeah, several times! And a few times during the day as well.” He interjected.
“Hoo-boy!” I replied unconsciously. His face fell.
“I hate to say it Alex, but it’s starting to sound like she considers you to be her ‘treasure’.” I replied. ‘You poor bastard!’ I thought, forcing down a chuckle. ‘You’re done for!’
“Ah SHIT, man!” he complained. “I so didn’t expect this from what was supposed to be a one-nighter!” he huffed, while clenching his fists. I guess I should’ve softened the blow a bit, because at that point he seemed ready to cry.
“Sorry Alex! But that’s something you’ve got to take into consideration, when it comes to banging Mamono.”
“Thanks for the warning dude. It really helps.” He replied sarcastically before finishing off his bottle. He chugged, I couldn’t blame him.
It was just then that I got a phone call from my Old Man! I answered it quickly, and I surprised to discover that it was Pirin on the other end. I guess my expression showed on my face, because that’s when Alex asked me a question.
“What’s wrong dude? You look like I must do right now.”
“It involves my Old Man.” I replied, not looking at him as I continued to listen to Pirin.
“Oh? You’re on speaking terms with yours? That’s cool.” He replied. I ignored it.
“He’s gone missing,” I continued, “and according to that pile of clothing he left behind, it’s starting to sound like I’ve got myself a new Step-Mom.” I said, making eye contact with him.
“A Mamono one.”
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