September Illustration Poll

It’s time it’s time!! Got 2 scenarios this time around because I have some very fleshed out stories and scenarios for you guys this time! Plus, adding another story would just be far too much reading on top of the veritable novel I’ve already prepared. Fret not, however! Below I have the theme of the scenarios, as well as short tldr descriptions for each short story so you can at least have a basic idea of the options you have.

Regardless, good luck voting, let me know your thoughts on the scenarios, and as always, thank you so very much for the support.

Poll will end on Monday the 23rd!!!! So get those votes in now!!!!

Theme: Friends With Benefits

Berry x Gavin tldr: Gavin needs a place to stay for a few nights and Berry is more than happy to take in the stray dog. Plus, it’s a good opportunity to get to know each other better.

ADAM x Jessi tldr: After a long day of work and running around, Edward asks ADAM to take his assistant home for the night. The two have a meaningful conversation on the way to Jessi’s, and as thanks ADAM’s got a gift in mind for the fox.

Berry x Gavin

Setting: Sometime in the recent past.

Gavin felt a little awkward walking next to his teammate on their way to his apartment. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, mindlessly fiddling with the straps and looking anywhere other than his foxy companion. He shouldn’t feel as nervous or self conscious as he was…

Earlier that day, he had approached the fox after their joint Physics II class, finding him leaning halfway back in his chair with his feet up on the lecture hall table, casually swiping around on his phone while holding a pen between his lips. He wore a vibrate orange and blue shirt with the neck cut so low, Gavin could see the top of the fox’s abs. Paired with a deep, almost black pair of purple jeans and his own exposed orange and brown fur, he looked the very image of a sunset come to life.

“H-hey, Berry…” Gavin opened with, giving the fox a small wave when his light grey eyes moved from the phone screen to the incoming border collie.

“What’s up, dude?” Berry greeted letting the pen drop from his muzzle to his lap uncaringly.

“I- uh. Well, I hate to ask but, I need a favour…” Gavin said, sheepishly.

Berry raised his eyebrows and perked his ears inquisitively, but otherwise didn’t reasoned, so Gavin went on. “So… I guess there’s been some kind of issue on my floor in the dorm building I’m staying at… something about an outbreak of fleas- oh! But dont worry, I’m clean and I heard it was mostly on the other side of the floor from my room, but they’re clearing people out so they can bomb the floor and since that stuff’s pretty toxic I can’t stay there for a day or two and-… uh… well…”

Berry nods understandingly. “I gotcha. I mean, I’ve got a guest room and I don’t mind, but what about your parents? They won’t put you up for a few nights?”

“They would but, uh… I’d have to take a flight and miss the next few days of class since they-”

“Live on the other side of the country. Right.” Berry finishes. “Forgot you were an east-coast boy.”

“I was going to ask someone else but… Devon’s on the same floor I am, and he’s been staying with his boyfriend anyways… Nirtous is, uhm… hard to talk to… Terry scares me-” Berry snorts out a laugh. “And Tyson is… well…”

“A total dickhead?” Berry offers.

Gavin guiltily nods.

“No worries, man! Like I said; I’ve got the room and don’t mind. Don’t have anything going on anyways so it’s not like I’m sacrificing anything either.”

“Thank you.” Gavin says gratefully. “Wasn’t sure who else to ask other than Spencer.”

Berry hums knowingly. “You don’t wanna go to Spencer’s. He’s been staying at his folks place and he has like a billion siblings. Nice people, don’t get me wrong, but good luck getting any amount of sleep with the noise they make… and god forbid you tell a joke… the poor people of Siberia will hear them cackle…”

Gavin breathed a small chuckle, and immediately felt guilty for laughing at a friend behind his back…

~*~

Stepping into Berry’s apartment (more like penthouse), Gavin was surprised with the relative cleanliness of the abode. Not that he pictured Berry as a slob or anything; the fox always cleaned up nicely and seemed to have an air of class about him, Gavin just figured that it’d seem a bit more ‘lived in’ since the fox lived alone. But this looks more like the pictures you’d see of luxury apartments. Abstract sculptures that eluded Gavin’s understanding, modern furniture that looked more like squares and rectangles that you sit on, pristine white countertops and smooth black cupboards that looked impossible to open due to their lack of handles. Knowing Berry and how outgoing, chill, and friendly he is, Gavin pictured his place of living to have a bit more… personality.

“It’s my sister’s.” Berry said as if he could hear the collies thoughts. “Well, it’s mine, but it’s technically my sister’s. She hates hotels so she stays here when she’s in town and asked me to stay here to ‘house-sit’ for her while she’s away. Bunch of bullshit though. She just the ‘big-sister-looking-out-for-her-little-brother’ type.”

Oh, right. Berry doesn’t talk about his family much, but Gavin thinks he remembers Berry mentioning that his sister is some kind of celebrity in South Korea. That explains the apparent “posh” atmosphere, though, Gavin also know’s the fox isn’t hurting on money due to his own profession either. But it still didn’t explain the lack of personality.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Berry said, walking past the gawking dog toward a set of inclining rectangles jutting out of the wall that Gavin registered as stairs when the fox started walking up them. “There’s a bathroom to the right, food in the fridge, and the rooms are upstairs. I’m gonna take a shower.”

“T-Thank you!” Gavin called back, trying to make sure he mentally mapped out the layout as Berry clued him in.

While the fox showered, Gavin explored a little bit. The bathroom was about as normal as a bathroom could be in a place like this. There was indeed food in the fridge, though most of it seemed Korean in origin and Gavin couldn’t read most of the labels. When he climbed the stairs, he found himself in a sort of half-hallway with three doors in front of him, all closed. He heard running water coming from the one in the center, telling him that this must be the other bathroom where Berry was currently showering, so he walked over and tried the door on the left.

It swung open to reveal a pretty dark room, though once his eyes adjusted, Gavin saw where all the ‘personality’ in the apartment ended up. A giant queen-sized bed sat in the near center by the opposite wall, sheets and covers thrown about haphazardly. There was a few clothes on the floor, a pair of sweatpants, a tank top that looked like it was ripped in half horizontally, and… is that a pink thong? It’s Berry’s, of course it is.

There was a few posters on the wall, Gavin could barely make out an image of a large, muscular husky presenting his equally large member to the viewer. He also noticed what looked like a draconic dildo on a nightstand on the other side of the bed. Next to the bedroom door was a long dresser with a few more articles of clothing laid out on the top, a large television in the center, and a few other personals like a wallet, a watch and a few photo frames, and what looked like the controller to a game console, though Gavin didn’t see the system it was supposed to go to.

Not wanting to snoop in Berry’s bedroom any further, Gavin stepped back out of the room and gently closed the door, trying not to think about the husky posted on the wall and the slight effect it had on his lower regions.

The door on the other side of the hall opened to reveal a much more normal room. There was a large bed on the left wall, a dresser, a nightstand, a television, and a few photos which, inspecting them, revealed Berry’s family and photo’s of his sister posing with different people that didn’t seem related to them.

This must be his sister’s room when she’s home.

Upon realizing this, Gavin was immediately unsure about staying in Berry’s sister’s room, but reminded himself that she was likely back in South Korea and wasn’t going to be showing up anytime soon.

Gaven entered the room proper and set his backpack down beside the bed. The entire apartment was very nice, too nice, and Berry equally so for opening his doors to the stray dog. He hadn’t thought about it until now, but he needed to thank the fox somehow for being so nice… though what do you do for someone who already has seemingly everything? Gavin allowed himself to flop backwards onto the sheets as he pondered this

Gavin didn’t consider himself much of a drinker; sure he had the occasional beer and a glass of whine here and there, but almost exclusively in social settings. But that night, when Berry ordered them a pizza and offered Gavin to try some soju, the collie thought a few sips would hurt to, if nothing else, help him be less awkward and loosen up. And it worked. The soju didn’t taste very good, but Gavin was far too polite to let that be known and probably drank a bit too much than was necessary. To his defense, the soju did start tasting less like… well, soju, the more he drank it. He found himself conversing much easier, and wasn’t so self conscious about his every word. Still coherent, but definitely buzzed.

Soon, Gavin found himself wrapped deep in conversation with the fox. He’s considered Berry a friend for a while now, but not particularly ‘close.’ The fox was usually attached at the hip with Devon and their chemistry was so strong Gavin felt he’d do nothing but dilute them with his presence, so getting to know the fox much better here revealed that they actually had more in common than he originally thought.

Turns out Berry has pretty similar tastes in music as Gavin, and they spent a good hour swapping recommendations and playing small snippets of particular songs they really enjoyed. Berry was also much smarter than he let on, Gavin learned when they moved topics from music to school. Generally pretty competent in arithmetics and literature, but surprising Gavin a little when the fox navigated around a topic on philosophy and outright lost the dog when he started talking about quantum physics, imaginary numbers, and trying to explain the the paradoxical differences between the varying sizes of countable infinities.

Fortunately for Gavin, Berry seemed to notice the dog’s confusion and quickly jumped topics to the rest of the football team. They talked about their relationships with the other players, how Terry wasn’t as scary as he looks and acts, at least according to Berry, and how Alecksei’s mane seemed to change colour every other day and how it seems to stay the same colour for longer when they get more comments and compliments on it. They spent longer talking about Devon because, for one, he was the only other teammate Gavin really knew, and for another was Berry’s best friend. Gavin learned quite a bit about the Doberman that night. How he actually used to be a super skinny and scrawny kid with glasses far too big for his face before he went through a huge transformation in high school into the “cool guy” he is today. Or how Devon is actually a secret nerd for stuff like comic books, Pokémon, and D&D, and just uses his interest in cars and football (while still genuine) as a cover to keep up his image. And after a few more drinks on Berry’s end, revealed a few more ‘personal’ secrets.

“We were each other’s “first”, ya know.” Berry said with a small laugh as he took another nibble from the half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate.

“First?” Gavin asked around a bigger mouthful than Berry’s small bite.

Berry gave him a look and leaned back into the couch, pointedly spreading his legs out. “First.”

Gavin’s cheeks reddened a little. “Oh… how’d that happen?” He asked, and then immediately wondered why he asked that. Did he really want to know?

Berry shrugs. “Just kinda happened. We were like, I don’t know, fifteen or sixteen or something. Horny teens. I think I was spending the night at his place, we were awake far later than we should have been, and at some point, I noticed he was hard, and that got me hard. I reached out, he didn’t stop me. He reached back, I didn’t stop him.” Berry’s eyes go distant as he recalls the memory. “A week later we were sucking each off in the bathroom between classes and the rest’s been history.” He laughs.

“And you guys never like… got together?” Gavin asked, deciding for himself that he didwant to know. “Romantically, I mean.”

Berry shakes his head. “Nah. Like I said, just horny teens exploring a bit. Besides, He’s had a crush on my sister for, like, ever. Pretty sure he was just fooling around with me at the time because I reminded him of her.”

Berry chuckled again, but this time, to Gavin, it felt a little more forced… though that could just be the alcohol.

“What about you?” Berry asked suddenly. “Have you had your first time yet, or have you been a good little Christian boy?”

Gavin subconsciously reached up to touch the cross necklace he wore as he thought about the question. If he were completely sober, the question would have sent him into a stuttering mess, but with a bit of liquid courage to calm his nerves, he thought about the question.

“Kind of.” He answers slowly after a moment of deliberation. “I got a-… a handjob from a girl I met at this camp I went to when I was younger, but…” Gavin paused, contemplating if he was brave enough to reveal the somewhat embarrassing conclusion to the story. Berry, for his part was just silent and waited patiently.

Deciding that he’d likely never have the courage to share this with anyone without alcohol and will probably never get the opportunity to share this ever again, he continued. “I-uh… didn’t ‘finish’ and… well, she was upset…” He concluded. It wasn’t worth or necessary to share the more gruesome details… like how the girl went on to spread rumors of Gavin being a ‘fag’ the next day, or how he lost a few friends that week when the rumors got out of control, and especially not what happened with some of the other boys in the locker room… no one needed to know about that…

“I gotcha.” Berry said, pulling Gavin back to the present. “And nothing else since?” Gavin shook his head. “I take it you really didn’t enjoy it then.” Berry said, more of a statement than a question.

Gavin shook his head again and took another swig of soju, the alcohol helping to wash away memories of the past. They sat in silence for a few moments, Gavin worrying he might have brought down the mood and was trying to think of a more lighthearted topic when Berry spoke up again. “Do you want to?”

Gavin tilted his head. “Want to what?”

Berry’s eyes flicked down to Gavin’s waist then back to his eyes. “Do ‘something’?” He said and scooted a little closer to the collie on the couch.

No amount of alcohol could have prepared him for that. Gavin’s face immediately turned red as he tried to look anywhere other than the fox next to him. “I don’t-… I-I mean I can’t just-… it isn’t-…”

Berry chuckled as he scooted a little closer. “Relax dude, there’s no pressure or anything. Just say ‘no’ if you don’t want to.” Another few inches closer. “You won’t hurt my feelings.” He was practically right next to Gavin. “I promise.” Their thighs touched and Gavin could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

Importantly, outside of their thighs making contact, Berry never actually touched the dog without his say so. One arm was slung over the back of the couch, and the other on his own lap, and that was enough to tell Gavin that Berry would back off of like he promised. He was merely making the first move and the ball was in Gavin’s court.

A part of him wanted to say no, wanted to just go back to having fun conversations and being just friends… but…

The image of the muscular husky on Berry’s bedroom wall popped back into Gavin’s mind unbidden, though this time, instead of the husky presenting his member, he was replaced with Berry. Gavin noticed his pants were suddenly much tighter.

And before Gavin knew it with his upstairs head, his downstairs one had already made the choice for him.

~*~

“I’m serious, you know.” Berry said as he sat at the edge of his bed, completely naked while he leaned back on his hands and looked down to the border collie kneeling between his legs on the floor. “If you’re uncomfortable and want to stop…” He trailed off.

Gavin wasn’t really listening though, too occupied with the fuzzy pouch and two orbs hanging beneath it. He could smell Berry’s musk from here, though it was certainly hard to scent from around the cinnamon and apple of whatever shampoo the fox used in his shower earlier. Still, the effect was immediate. Gavin’s own maleness standing at full attention between his own legs.

Gulping and reach out, Gavin gently cupped the fox’s balls and was surprised by their heft and heat. The creamy white fur was so soft, it felt like he was holding a pair of chicks that had just been sunbathing and he suddenly had the urge to lick them.

Movement distracted him from the thought when he noticed the fox’s sheath beginning to swell, and a moment later the soft pink of his member began to emerge. Riding his wave of hormones and curiosity, Gavin used his other hand to gingerly grip Berry’s sheath, giving it a few exploratory pumps and watching with wrapped attention as the fox’s cock grew faster and harder.

Berry, for his part, was merely sitting back and enjoying the attention. He watched the dog’s heterochromatic eyes from tip to the growing knot under the skin of his sheath, down to his balls, then back up to his shaft again, taking in absolutely everything. He doubted Gavin noticed, but Berry saw his tail wagging lightly behind him and made the fox smirk. He’s like a puppy…

After a while, Berry was starting to feel like a touchable exhibit on display. Sure, the attention was nice and Gavin’s innocent curiosity was enough to get him nice and turned on, but too much more of this and he was going to get bored… So Berry decided to give his pup a bit of a nudge forward.

Reaching out, Gavin didn’t even notice Berry’s hand until it rested gently on his head and started lightly pulling him closer to fox’s crotch. Gavin seemed to understand the message, and after a moment of working up the courage, he opened his maw and took Berry inside of it.

“Good boy~” Berry praised, getting another wag from Gavin.

He pet the dog’s ears as Gavin started to bob his head up and down on Berry. He felt a few teeth here and there, but no nicks and for his first time, Berry had to admit that the dog wasn’t half bad at cocksucking. Could definitely use some practice, but he decided Gavin was doing a good enough job that he might manage to get the fox off with a bit of effort. In the meantime though, Berry simply sat back and let Gavin experiment.

And experiment he did. Berry noticed that as time went on, Gavin got a little more adventurous. Before long, the dog started to use his long flat tongue to lap at Berry’s length in tandem with his head bobs while using one of his hands to occasionally squeeze his knot until it popped free of its pouch. His other hand never left Berry’s balls, rolling them in his palm and giving them occasional light tugs, eventually earning a reward in the form a spurt of pre on his tongue for his efforts.

Berry moaned. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked teasingly and to help build up the dog’s confidence a little.

He couldn’t take more than half Berry’s length without gagging, showing in inexperience, but he was working well with what he was capable of. Berry had to stop himself a few times from taking Gavin’s head in both hands and thrusting forward, having to remind himself that they were going at his pace, not Berry’s…

Still… The urge to pound the hell outta this cute lil dog was… prevalent.

Gavin, however, seemed to be having the time of his life, bobbing up and down on the fox’s lap and gratefully gulping down every little spurt of pre he took as small praises for his efforts. He felt his jaw starting to get sore, but was too enraptured with the ritual to stop.

That was until, all of the sudden, Berry put a hand on the dog’s forehead and stopped him in his tracks. Gavin couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small whine at the denial.

“Hold on a sec,” Berry said, pushing Gavin back onto his heels as the fox stood up from the bed. “C’mere.” He pulled the confused Gavin to his feet, standing so close that he could feel the fox’s wet member press between their stomachs, leaving a wet dick-shaped mark on Gavin’s shirt.

The sudden closeness caused another embarrassed blush from the collie, though he didn’t have more than a moment to contemplate it when Berry quickly wraps his arms around Gavin, spinning them both in place before toppling over onto the bed, the suddenness making Gavin’s heart leap to his throat.

Chuckling at his own playfulness, Berry gets to his knees, leaving Gavin lying on his back on the sheets for a moment. He still didn’t understand what was happening or why, but promptly understood when Berry moved so that his knees were on either side of Gavin’s head, giving the a clear view of the fox’s swinging balls, throbbing cock, and full, bouncing ass as he moved into position.

Without a word, Berry fell to his hands and starts licking at Gavin’s balls, nearly making him cum on the spot. He knew right away that Berry was for more skilled than himself, only further confirming this when Berry moved to swallow Gavin’s entire length in one go, gulping around his member and squeezing his knot with his lips.

Gavin was in heaven. This was way better than any handjob, and wondered why it’d taken this long to experience something so pleasurable… or it could just be the alcohol talking. Regardless, as Berry worked him over, Gavin could stop himself from allowing his hands to wonder across the fox’s sculpted body as he whined and moaned at the attention his cock was receiving. His hands lingered on Berry’s shapely pecs, feeling the soft squish engulfing him fingers as Berry went down, only to feel the muscle harden under the incredibly soft fur when he lifted himself back up before repeating the motion.

He was so lost in his own sensation, that when Berry’s cock poked his nose, he had nearly forgotten it was there. Berry dipped his hips low, grinding his cock into Gavin’s collarbone and dragging his balls across the dog’s nose. Picking up on the hint, Gavin waited for Berry to finish dry-humping his face before taking the fox’s waist in hand and guiding that big pink dick back into his open and eager mouth.

ADAM x Jessi:

Setting: Current day

Jessi flopped back into the office chair of his desk with a sigh. His feet were killing him… He’s been running around all damn day with his only break being the brisk walk back from the fast food joint across the street while shoveling a breakfast sandwich down his gullet… that was seven and a half hours ago. Since then he’s been in and out of meetings, taking calls, planning and cross referencing schedules, planning appointments, and, of course, getting Ed any and everything he needs.

He glanced over at the large analogue clock hanging on the wall of his office/the foyer to Ed’s office. It took a moment to register as there was no numbers on the clocks face, just twelve perfectly straight lines jutting out of a small circular disk, but he figured out the time was 5:56 pm. Most of the building was going to be closing soon, leaving just the upper management and a few assistants (like himself), and the cleaning crew to finish up work for the day. Knowing Ed, he’ll likely stay until somewhere closer to midnight though, graciously, he usually send’s Jessi back home long before that.

Still, Jess had a good two or three hours until that eventuality, so he should really get up and go to Ed’s office…

He should really…

Get… Up…

“I don’t want toooooo~” Jessi grumbles, but does, eventually, stand and turn to his boss’s office doors. Shaking the exhaustion from his limbs and expression, Jessi takes out a small, black, metallic card from the pocket in his vest. He waved the metal slab in front of the frosted glass door’s handle, seeing a blue dot illuminate from seemingly nothing in the glass and hearing the small click of a lock disengaging. Pushing open the door, Jessi stepped into Ed’s office.

The boss’s office was big. Like, bigger-than-most-apartments big. It appeared mostly empty, the only obvious furniture being the massive obsidian desk sitting in front of the glass wall and window, the city outside little more than a backdrop. There was a small table against the right wall, sitting between two large glass doors like the ones Jessi just entered throw and holding a black vase and a single obsidian crafted rose that glittered in the light of the setting sun.

To the left, in stead of finding another wall, you’d see another open area two steps lower into the floor. There, the floor was carpeted and decorated with a few very comfortable looking armchairs with coffee tables, a tea-trolley carrying various expensive looking alcohol, a fireplace that somehow never allowed the fire within to die, and a wall that looked normal, but Jessi knew slides away to reveal a far-too-large- television screen.

Across the room at his desk, Ed typed away at a holographic keyboard backed into the desk, looking at the one of the four screens that flanked his peripherals. Standing next to the desk was a tall, black furred dragon in an equally black suit, tie, and shades, standing impossibly motionless, though Jessi knew the dragon well enough to know that he was currently being observed.

“How’d it go?” Edward asks, not looking away from his screens nor even a pause in typing pace.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Jessi asked as he strode up to the wolf’s desk. Instead of sitting in one of the two chairs, he opted instead to sit on the edge of the desk, knowing that the moment he sits in one of those hyper comfortable chairs, he’ll have a hell of a time trying to get back up.

Ed’s typing paused for half a second at Jess’s words, but quickly resumed. “Surprise me.”

“Bad news is: the gentleman you had made the deal with has unfortunately passed away a few days ago.” Jessi explained.

Without missing a beat, Ed spoke up. “Tell them-” but Jessi interrupted.

“You’ve already sent your condolences along with flowers and an understanding that they need time to reevaluate the details and have agreed to a two week mourning period.”

Ed finally turned his eyes from his screen to Jessi, a generally displeased look and a warning tone in his voice when he said: “Jess…”

But again, Jessi didn’t let him finish, holding up a palm to halt any scolding he was about to get. “I’m not finished.” Ed sighs, but stays silent as he turns in his chair to face the fox, folding his hands on his desk. “The good news is that the gentleman’s son, Mr. Chakrabarti, is taking the position of CEO in his father’s absence and fully intends to honor the deal.” Jess fishes in his vest’s other pocket and pulled out a small card, setting it on the desk in front of Ed. “He intends on coming to the States within the week personally hammer out the details after the funeral. That is his personal phone number.”

Ed glances down to the card, quickly studying the number. “You said that you’d like to personally attend the funeral, but Mr. Chakrabarti understands that you are a busy man and thanks you for your consideration.”

Finally done, Edward nods his head, pocketing the card on the table and turning back to work on the screen. “Alright, you win.” Ed concedes. “Good job.”

Jess puffs out his chest and crosses his legs confidently. “I know.” He says with faux smugness. “Someone around here has to have a conscience in the delicate matters.”

Ed grumbles but otherwise doesn’t respond, and ADAM, the dragon standing off to the side, allows the faintest of smirks on his muzzle before it quickly disappears.

“So,” the fox sighs, not wanting to ask, but knowing he must. “What’s next? Pretty sure you have another client in Japan wanting to set things up. Pretty sure you have a free day in February, if I remember rightly…”

“I already have Alice on that.” Ed responds.

“Oh. Okay… What about that guy in San Fran…?”

“Fell through.”

“… Need a… coffee or something…?” Jess asks as he struggles to remember what else was in Ed’s hectic schedule.

“You can go home, Jess.” Ed says casually… well… as casually as the dry and monotone wolf can manage.

“So early? It’s not even 6:15 yet.”

“You got everything done I needed you for and, if your report is to be believed, exceptionally well.” With one last glance to the fox, Ed gave the smallest hint of a smile. “Go home.” And he’s Back to typing away. “ADAM can make sure you get there safely. He’s probably bored out of his mind as it is…”

“You’re not wrong.” ADAM says affirmatively. “I feel my leg joints beginning to rust.”

Jessi crossed his arms. “What good is a bodyguard that isn’t here to guard your body?”

“I don’t have plans to go anywhere for a good long while, and you should know very well that this is one of the safest places on the planet.” Ed mumbled, quickly losing his interest in the conversation.

He wasn’t wrong though. Jessi knew all too well the security systems in place in this building. It’d make breaking into Fort Knox look like a cakewalk… and besides, ADAM said so himself that he was terribly bored. It’d just be cruel to turn him down.

Shrugging, Jessi hopped off the desk. “Okay then. Guess I’ll see you later. C’mon ADAM, let’s bounce.”

ADAM, almost too eagerly, quickly makes his way to Jessi’s side as they leave the office and head out for the night.

~*~

Nearly as soon as they made it to Jessi’s car, ADAM shirked off his blazer and dark sunglasses as he insisted on driving the fox home. Not that Jessi was going to complain. Traffic at this hour was a nightmare and Jess has already had enough stress for the day. ADAM, although an a.i. in a synthetic body, was always easy to get along with and Jessi generally enjoyed their conversations with each other. It usually revolved around ADAM’s curiosity over a certain event or feeling, or Jessi wanting to know answers to the random thoughts that pop into his head, like ADAM was his own personal walking google search bar.

Today’s conversation, however, was a little different for ADAM…

“Jessi…” ADAM started as they came to stop behind a line of cars at a stop light. “I have a query… though I’m not sure you’ll be able to answer it.”

“I can try, I suppose.” Jess responds.

“I’ve become… conflicted with how I should view Mr. Crow…” He says slowly, measuring to tone to precisely match the confusion he was feeling.

Thats a bit different for ADAM. He’s never revealed having doubtful thought about Ed before. “Did he… make you upset by forcing you to stand around all day?”

The dragon breathed a laugh. “No, nothing like that. I’ve been monitoring his relationship with his son, Alex, and although it’s strained, there is a marginal difference in how he speaks to and refers to Alex subconsciously. Normally it manifests in a 18.5431% increase in tonal emotion, most notably in a negative tone, but no less an affectionate one. I know this because when he speaks to you, there is a 18.3333~% increase in tonal affection.” Jessi blushes a little, but lets ADAM continue. “And up until that realization, I’ve come to sort of see Mr. Crow as a sort of ‘father’ to me… but recently, I’m noticing difference in approach when he speaks to me from how does with you and Alex. I’ve been running background calculations and reevaluating my own sentiment on the matter and have come to a bit of a conundrum… I cant tell if Mr. Crow is my father… or my god…”

Jessi was silent for a moment as he mulled over the dragons words. He himself has thought of this paradox before, but decided that it technically wasn’t any of his business, so only treated as a thought experiment… but ADAM has come to the same impasse Jessi has.

ADAM was far more than just a computer in fake skin and fur, he proved that to Jessi time and time again. He feels things, he laughs, he yells, he gets excited and disappointed, and Jessi knew that he had to pick his words carefully so that he didn’t hurt the dragon.

“Geez, ADAM…” Jessi sighs. “No easy questions today, huh?”

ADAM gave a good humored laugh, if not a little forced. “I told you it might be too much.”

“Yeah…” Jessi agreed as he put his thoughts in place. After a few more moments of getting his bearings, Jessi decided to take a stab at the dragons issue. “The way I see it, Ed is all the above… and at the same time, none of those things.” He tried.

“Elaborate?”

“What I mean is, to ask if Ed is your father or your god is to know what either of those things are to you. As far as what a father is, you could say it’s nothing more than someone who sires a child, and call it a day. But to be a father requires so much more. It means to love, and protect, and feed, and care for, and discipline, and encourage, and punish, and build up, and all the other oxymorons. To be a father is simply to be what your child needs… But conversely, not every father is like that. There are many fathers who are all the wrong things for their children. They hurt or abuse or neglect or just aren’t there. And with the introduction of this type of father, we deduce that there are no less than two types of fathers; those that are what their child needs, and those that are the antithesis of that. Both of them fathers in title, but little more. Not to mention all the outliers that make up the space between these two types.

“When it comes to God, that concept is far more abstract. If you’re likening Ed to your own personal version of the Judeo-Christian God, well… it’s a lot harder to answer. If Ed isyour god… well, there’s no question that he certainly does exist, something we as mortals still debate about our God and gods. In a lot of ways, God, to us, is portrayed as a fatherly figure. He saves, He cares for, He protects, He is all those great and terrible things the Bible says about Him. But there are those that believe that, if God did exist, he doesn’t anymore. Or that he simply leaves us to our own devices, or that there never was a God to begin with. So when you ask if Ed is your father or your god, I think that ‘yes, he is your father AND you god in the sense that you were born due to his efforts’. You exist because Ed made you, and he’s the only one that could have made you. However, in just as many ways, he is not those things to you. You weren’t raised by him in the conventional sense, he doesn’t ask for your worship or faith, he offers very little guidance, but is still there if you need him.

“To me- and again, this is just my opinion… but to me, he is your creator… Nothing more… nothing less. What he is to you, however, is entirely dependent on how you choose to view him.”

The car was quiet after Jessi’s big long speech. He could practically feel ADAM silently computing Jess’s words in his head as the dragon turned car down a familiar street: they had made it back to his apartment.

“I think I understand.” ADAM said well after finally parking the car and sitting in silence for a good few more moments. “In a way, it doesn’t really matter what Mr. Crow is to me… god or not, he is mortal and flawed in just as many ways, which would make me a flawed creation by proxy… though, that’s not as bad of an idea as I thought it might be. It means that I’m not perfect, and am not expected to be perfect.”

“And that,” Jessi cuts in, resting a hand on dragons. “Makes you perfect.”

ADAM let out a brief laugh at the clear paradox. “Thank you, Jess. I always feel better after talking to you.”

“Just doing what can. But I’m not perfect either, despite how close I am to it,” He says jokingly. “It’s rare, but I do get things wrong sometimes.”

ADAM laughs again, then hums thoughtfully. “I wonder if Frankenstein’s monster ever came to that realization, and how long after his creators death did it occur to him.”

“Ah, who knows.” Jessi says dismissively, opening the car door and stepping out. “Frankenstein and his monster were both dicks. Tragic characters, sure. But God, did they both suck.”

~*~

Unlocking the door to his apartment, Jessi swings her door open and steps inside, casually tossing his keys into the small bowl on the table next to the door. “Want something to drink before heading back?” He calls out to the dragon, who was stepping inside and closing the door behind himself.

“Not really, I’m good.”

“Really?” Jessi asks curiously, popping his head out from around the corner to look at his guest. “I’m sure I’ve got some motor oil laying around here somewhere…”

ADAM rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not a robot, right?”

“I know, but you’re fun to tease.” The fox said innocently as his head disappeared back around the corner.

The dragon shook his head as he went to follow Jessi into the next room, unable to force the small smile off his muzzle. “Maybe I should start teasing you.” ADAM said as he watched the strip off his tight-fit vest and toss it onto the couch and pull the unnecessary belt around his waist free.

“With what? I thought we already established that I’m as close to perfect as it gets~.”

ADAM couldn’t help but appreciate how nicely the fox filled out the rear of his khakis, watching his hips sway back and forth as he moved around was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Oh… I have a few ideas…” He cooed, silently stalking up behind Jessi when he stopped to dump his phone and wallet out of his pockets.

“Like wh-AT?!” Jessi leapt out of his fur when the dragon was suddenly pulling the fox into his chest from the waist, making sure Jessi felt the dragon as he rolled his hips forward.

“It’s been a while since we last had a moment alone.” ADAM growled into his ear, lightly nipping at it and sending shivers down the fox’s spine. “And~ there’s another reason Mr. Crow sent me home with you today.”

“Ed set you up for this?”

“Suggested.” ADAM clarified. “I want to do this.” He gave the fox another thrust. “I… REALLY… want to do this…”

Suddenly being too tired didn’t seem like enough of an excuse for Jessi… not that it wouldn’t be a lie since he wanted to as well…

“I haven’t showered yet…” Jessi warns.

“Good. Means I can make a mess outta you.” ADAM almost purred the words, and Jessi suddenly felt weak in the knees.

“Y-you sure you have th-… the time?” Jessi asked as he pressed his rear back, feeling the hardening member push back through the fabric.

“More than enough…”

Jess was panting now at how hot things were getting. ADAM might have a synthetic body, but he’s radiating as much heat as any dragon would in his place.

“Ed won’t be u-upset?” Jess asked, forgetting already that this was more or less Ed’s idea…

“Jessi…” ADAM said with a sudden firmness, tightening his grip on the fox’s waist as he leaned down, forcing Jessi to bend over with him and press his ass further into the dragons crotch. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Another shiver and at this point, Jessi would have agreed to anything. “Okay…” he panted.

They didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Jessi found himself pinned against the wall, with his knees up on the couch to help compensate for the rather substantial size difference between the two, panting and moaning as the huge dragon behind him bottomed out inside of him. ADAM didn’t stay there for long though, slowly dragging is member nearly completely out of the fox before suddenly and roughly shoving it back in, holding the fox in place by the hips and the weight of his thrusts. Jessi nearly came on the spot when he felt the dragons large orbs colliding with his own as his ridiculously huge cock reached deep inside.

“I love you keep this hole nice and tight for me.” ADAM teased, moving his hips from side to side and digging the poor fox out. “Did you miss having me inside you?” He asks, pulling cock all of the out and grinding it against the base of Jessi’s tail.

“Y-yes…” Jessi moaned, immediately displeased with the sudden emptiness.

ADAM grinds his ass harder. “Do you want it back in?” He questions with a slower thrust this time, making sure the fox would feel every inch.

“Mhmm.” Jessi hums, too embarrassed to actually say it. But ADAM wanted his revenge for the teasing, and he’ll get it…

“Beg for my cock…” He growls, leaning down close enough to the fox’s ear that he could feel the hot breath of the dragons words on his cheek.

Jessi blushed at the roll playing, shaking his head as he was too self conscious to say such a thing, but ADAM wasn’t taking no for an answer, allowing the tip of his member to put some pressure on the fox’s hole, only to purposefully let it slip out and slid up his crack.

“You know you want to~” He purred, but Jessi kept his muzzle shut.

Shrugging, ADAM got a better grip on the fox’s ass. “That’s fine. I can just fuck you like this, then.” He said as he bit down into Jess’s shoulder and went to down hotdogging his ass.

Rough, violent thrusts pushed Jessi even harder into the wall as his tired legs and arms struggled to keep him upright in the face of the dragon’s brutal fucking. Each thrust and each time the dragons cock ground against his entrance sent waves of need through the fox . He tried to angle his hips up so the dragon to slip inside, but ADAM wasn’t having it, easily overpowering the smaller male and keeping him in place while he used his asscheeks like a fucktoy.

“Better hurry up and beg.” ADAM warned around teeth, fur and flesh. “I’m gonna cum soon at this rate.”

“Puh-…” Jessi started, unable to keep his face from turning beat red.

“Go on~”

“P-…Please fuck m-” Jessi was cut off by the sudden invasion of dragon dick, ADAM never once slowing his previous pace or force.

“Good bitch.”