The Dragon Next Door

Part 2

I’m sure that almost all of you can relate to somehow being the outsider, even in your own peer group. I never knew any different, but growing up accustomed to it didn’t make it any easier on me. I’m Rohanna De Rosa, and I’m a dragon living in a world of ungulates. 

As far as I know, my family and I are the only Dragonkin in the whole of the Stillwater region of Rhocarn. It’s a small state in the far west of Doregal, a long way from Tahamasset, and the population here is pretty sparse. But Dragonkin are so rare that we’re kinda... overlooked, in everything from clothing to education. All my friends have hooves, so of all of them, I’m the only one who needs to wear shoes every day - well, the sort of enclosed shoe you’re immediately picturing, anyway. That, and all my pants need to have three holes, not two, because having a tail as thick as a third thigh just isn’t a thing for anyone else in Asantrea aside from Dragonkin. 

So. In spite of being a popular kid at school, always having friends and whatever else, I did feel isolated, and that feeling only worsened when I started to grow up and become a woman. Dragonkin age differently to Caprins, Cervids, Equids and Toros. We live a bunch longer, for starters, but we also mature earlier and don’t visibly age anywhere near as quickly. So by the time my friends were starting to talk about sex and their bodies, and starting to be awkward adolescents, I’d already been there for a while. I guess I must’ve been eight or so when it started, and by the time I was ten it was pretty obvious that my body was maturing and my friends’ weren’t, not yet. Mom and Dad sat me down and gave me The Talk at great length, and I’ve only come to appreciate that recently. 

Needless to say, in a world where I was largely on my own - no siblings, no immediate family or anyone of the same species anywhere near us - my curiosity went unsatisfied for the vast majority of the time, and I ended up figuring out the stuff Mom didn’t tell me all on my own. Augmented reality porn helped, of course, and to her credit Mom wasn’t too weirded out that time I forgot to close it down after I was done. Fapping rules, what can I say?

When I was in fifth grade, the class was combined with the year below because of a shortage of teachers. That was when I first met Noah. I mean... I knew of him already, he lives next door, but aside from waving to him occasionally I’d never talked to him much. He’s a Caprin, and a total weed. He’s tiny, even by Dragonkin standards, and we’re small! The first time I saw him getting pushed around I didn’t intervene, but then later on I saw him sitting in the library on his own, crying, and shit, my heart melted. 

So the next time it happened, I butted right in. I’m nothing if not feisty.

A big sixth-grader Toros and his cohort of followers had cornered Noah in the middle school quad at recess, stolen his glasses and pushed him down. Poor kid was so scared, and they were really being mean to him. You know how they say you should ‘grab the bull by the horns?’ I honestly didn’t know that was a metaphor at that point, so that’s precisely what I did!

I grabbed his horns, and head butted him in the chin. And kicked him in the shins. And it felt good. 

Noah didn’t say much to me, but at least he had his glasses back and later on in class, he moved up to sit next to me. And from that point on I was sort of his protector, if not a friend. In time, the bullies learned that picking on Noah meant they’d have to contend with me, and although I’m small, I can definitely hold my own.

I guess I considered him a friend, right from the start. My girlfriends were great, sure, but they were - still are - loud and brash and shouty and can be exceptionally mean. Noah was quiet and reserved and shy, and presented himself very much as a loner, an outsider, and that was undoubtedly what drew me to him. We were the same, somehow.

*

It never even occurred to me that Noah considered me his hero, or that he thought he was undeserving of my friendship in any way. Given how different I was, I had a pretty negative self-image. Everything I saw around me was geared towards ungulates of all shapes and sizes, from the bulkiest Equid sub-species to the delicate features of the Cervus - Doregallian media and beauty standards have always been inherently exclusive of my kind. So I never saw myself as attractive or desirable to anyone. Or even friendship material, for that matter. I was kind of the outsider even in my own group. 

So when he started sticking to me like glue around school, I just figured he was in it for his own protection. It wasn’t until I caught him that day in my pool, and our subsequent adventure, that it dawned on me there could be anything else going through the kid’s mind. 

*

The image of Noah frantically tugging and rubbing his penis while he stared at me with undisguised fascination really stuck with me. I mean sure, my brain did its saboteur thing later on and reminded me that my body, fundamentally, isn’t that different from a Caprin girl’s - aside from the lack of fur and the presence of a big, muscular tail. So Noah was probably imagining that I was a Caprin. But later that night as I was masturbating to the thought of Noah doing the exact same thing in his bedroom next door, I think I finally convinced myself that what he’d said was true - that I was sexy and could be attractive.

At the age of twelve, that thought felt weird. Kinda like a first orgasm. (Yeah, I called them ‘organisms’ for years, shut up.) 

The next day, totally unexpectedly, the heavens opened and it poured with rain. I woke up to the sound of wind lashing the rain against my window, and immediately knew that although the sound was comforting, it would be a dull and boring day. No pool time. No chance my little friend would be perving on me through the fence. 

I slipped on my AR headset and tried looking up some porn to pass the time, entering ‘Caprin’ as a search parameter, but all the Caprin porn was just as you might expect. Big beefy males, tiny females, grunting and sweating and snorting and doing the dirtiest things in the most vulgar ways. Nothing like what I was hoping to see. Still... it did the job, and my PJs were quickly around my ankles, my legs were apart and I was knuckles-deep while I watched a hunky goat-man tug his dick at the camera, apparently only inches from my face. 

“Hanna?”

It was Dad, knocking on my door, and I hurriedly pulled off the headset and stashed it under my bed, before pulling my PJ pants up and wiping my fingers on the duvet. 

“Hanna...”

“Y-yes?”

“Oh good, you’re awake. Mom and I are going to the markets, thought you’d like to come? You don’t have to stay with us if you don’t want, you can always sit in the library if you’d prefer.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Okay. Thanks dad.”

“So you’re coming?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, we’re leaving in about half an hour.”

Arahan’s balls, he was so annoyingly particular about those things. Dad’s a very quiet, reserved sort of guy. He works for the Asantrean International Space Agency, like Mom, and that’s where they met. He’s an analyst, while she’s far more of an action woman and wants to actually go into space someday. 

Of the two of them, she’s totally the top in their relationship. I know, I’ve caught them at it more than once and she’s always on top.

I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, just for a quick freshen-up and to try and finish masturbating. No point going to the markets all pent-up and frustrated. My mind wandered as I stood under the hot water, rubbing away at my clit with my middle finger. My imagination wandered, and I closed my eyes to picture Noah. What eventually got me over the edge was a bit of a surprise - imagining the sight of his wringing wet white briefs clinging to his hard penis the first time I caught him in our pool. The little blush of pink transmitted through the translucent cotton, the rigid bounce as he walked, and his inability to leave it alone... he just couldn’t help but touch it, and the way he looked at me when he did... Yep, that did it. My stomach tensed and I hunched over, humping against my own hand as I came with a flurry of powerful contractions. Noah was more attractive to me than any of the sleazy porn I’d watched. By a long way. 

When I eventually emerged, clean and dressed in loose, elastic-waisted hemp pants and a crop top, Dad was fussing by the front door with his eyes glued to the PCD - Personal Connective Device - strapped to his forearm, and Mom was leaning on the kitchen counter sipping tea. 

“Well good morning. Gonna have to take out a second mortgage to cover your water bill, Hanna,” she smirked. 

I grumbled some teenage reply, and the three of us piled into Mom and Dad’s car to go to the markets. They only have one car between them, and even that is pretty unusual these days. Most of the streets are pedestrian-only anyway, and my parents only ever had a car for commuting to work together, and for shopping trips on bad weather days like today. Mom’s always telling me about the old days, when cars were everywhere, in their millions, choking the roads and polluting the air with the oil they burned. It wasn’t that long ago, but they way she tells it makes it sound like ancient history. They’re super expensive these days, ever since the car companies - among other industries - were forced to pay for the giant carbon-scrubbers that dot the landscape, pulling what’s left of fossil fuel-age pollution out of the air. The electric hum of the car was completely drowned out by the torrential rain as we drove, and Mom and Dad chatted away amongst themselves up front while I gazed out the window at the town as it whizzed by.

We drove west, and gently uphill, towards the ancient spires of Stillwater Cathedral. The markets and the library were right next to it. As we parked overlooking Stillwater Cove, Mom grimaced. West of the Market Square, the land dropped away suddenly, and for several miles out to sea, the crumbling ruins of an ancient town jutted from the churning water like the bones of some long-dead creature. The Market Square, these days, occupied the artificially plateaued top of a small peninsula that jutted out into the bay - the lowlands that had been this town’s foundation for centuries were forever gone, swallowed by the rising sea. What used to be Stillwater’s heart was now its most westerly extent.

“I grew up down there,” Mom would tell me almost every time we came here, as if I’d never heard it before. “I still can’t believe we let this happen.”

Today, perhaps because of the rain, she didn’t. The three of us simply walked into the Market Square, with its colourful awnings and countless vendors. The rain had definitely dampened things down, and the Market was much quieter than usual - even though the rain was much nicer than some of the post-oil climate alternatives. Still, I didn’t want to be seen moping around with my parents while they shopped, so I excused myself and slipped away into the library to find something interesting to read.

*

“Rohanna?”

I gasped at the sound of my name, and spun around. 

“Noah! What’re you doing here?”

Small town, sure, but I was totally not expecting to see him in the library too. I dropped one of the books I was carrying, and he bent down to pick it up for me.

“I come here all the time when it’s raining,” he shrugged. 

“You do?” That genuinely surprised me. “So do I! Well, in the holidays, anyway. How come I never see you?”

The little Caprin shrugged again, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his muzzle. “Guess I’m just super quiet and stuff?”

There was a moment of silence, and he started looking like he’d turn away to leave. 

“Wait, Noah! We should hang out together. My parents are shopping, I’m just here cos I’m bored.”

“You don’t want to hang out with your friends?” He asked, a little sassily.

“Who, Galli and Seira and Avriel? They’re not here, why would they be? And aren’t you my friend, too?”

Noah shrugged, and I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t always hang out with them, you know. I’m not... I mean... I don’t really... feel like I belong with them, you know?”

His ears pricked up a little. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, you’re a d-dragon, sure, but...”

“Enough said, I think,” I was momentarily impressed with myself, for how mature and worldly I made myself sound in that moment. Noah was looking up at me through his glasses with this expression of what I can only describe as awe, and it made me tingly. “And you are my friend, Noah. Hey, what’s the book?”

He blinked, and promptly dropped the book he was clutching to his chest. I reached down to pick it up for him, and turned it over in my hand. It was a historical fiction, I saw, intended for an audience much older than Noah, called Sands of Tahamasset. Tahamasset, as in the Dragon Isles. I grinned at Noah, and he cringed. Turning it over, I read the blurb on the back, and couldn’t hold in a giggle. 

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” Noah protested, making a grab for the book, which I held up out of his reach to keep reading. 

“Ooh, it’s about a Caprin fighter pilot who falls in love with a Dragonkin priestess!”

“Y-yeah, so?!”

“Are you a pilot?”

“N-no! I mean… I wanna be…”

“What if I told you I wanted to be a priestess?” I teased. 

Noah huffed and snorted and bleated, and then seemed to suddenly remember that I’m not one of the school bullies. He gathered himself up and crossed his arms over his chest. “Does that mean you want me to fall in love with you?” He said, boldly.

It was my turn to huff and snort then, and I felt my ears burning. 

Outside, the rainstorm was picking up in intensity. I momentarily worried about my parents, and turned towards the entrance of the library building to see cascades of water sheeting off the glass entranceway roof and pooling on the ground. The rain was a steady, but increasing roar that made talking quietly impossible, and Noah was starting to look worried. 

“Do your parents know where you are?” I asked. He shook his head. 

Abruptly, the power went out, and the library was plunged into relative darkness. Noah bleated, and flung himself against me. “Whoa, hey, you alright? Don’t worry, you’re safe,” I chuckled, tentatively hugging him and patting his head. 

“I…I’m fine! I’m not scared, I thought you were!” he snorted.

I rolled my eyes, and ruffled up his hair. Tiny horn-stubs were starting to grow, and he instinctively shoved his head up into my hand. Like a real goat, I guess. He wasn’t letting go; if anything he seemed to be snuggling into me all the more closely, and where we were, in the middle of the library, it was starting to gather some attention. 

“Hey,” I prompted, prodding him. “HEY. Leggo. C’mon, people are staring.”

Noah slowly, very slowly, pulled away from me, and straightened his glasses. Being hugged by him felt really, really nice. 

“Attention patrons!” Came an authoritative voice from above and behind us. It was the head librarian, and she spoke with the aid of a headset and a small amplifier held in her hand. “As you can see... the weather is worsening. The Met office forecasts the storm will last up to twelve hours, with possible microbursts and large hail. We’re advising people to stay, but if you must leave, leave now.”

With that, she put down the amplifier, and made her way down the stairs to talk to library patrons. 

“Why can’t they tell us about these storms earlier?” Noah muttered.

“Climate jolts,” I replied airily, as if that were enough of an explanation in itself. Having two parents working for AISA meant I had a pretty sound knowledge of climatology, and how much the climate had shifted in the last century. Noah looked up at me, confused. 

“Super-storms are unpredictable,” came the voice of the head librarian, approaching us directly. “They develop out of seemingly nowhere. Just this morning this seemed a normal rain event, but a warm eddy in the ocean and a stream of colder air to the north concentrated and intensified it. The Met office can’t accurately predict these super-storms yet. Where are your parents?”

Noah and I exchanged a glance, and I turned to face the librarian. She was a handsome, stern-faced Equid woman, and somehow exuded authority and motherliness at the same time. 

“My mom and dad are... out there, somewhere, shopping,” I said, waving an arm at the door, which was even then being pre-emptively sandbagged. 

“And you?” She turned to Noah.

“At home.”

“Do they know where you are?”

Noah shook his head, I nodded. The librarian frowned. “Right,” she said, decisively. “As unaccompanied minors you’re under my guardianship until the storm passes. I don’t want you to leave the library, it’s not safe out there. Our emergency storm shelter is well-stocked, so I’d like you to remain here to wait this out. You’re free to roam the library, of course, but should the storm last longer than expected you’ll find food, beds and blankets in the shelter. Do either of you have a PCD? Cell phone? No? Alright, let me take your parents’ details and I’ll inform them of your whereabouts.”

She was like a little tornado, organising people and managing her library. Within minutes, both mine and Noah’s parents had official-sounding messages delivered to their PCDs telling them we were both safe in the library, and not to risk coming to collect us until the storm passed.

And that was it. 

The sky darkened outside, and without power (except for emergency stuff like water pumps, exit lighting and so on) the interior of the library was very dark. Almost too dark to read, even. Most of the library’s dozen or so patrons made their way upstairs, to where a cafeteria and lounge areas provided comfort and a centralised gathering place. 

“D’you wanna go up with them?” I asked Noah, once some of the chaos had subsided. 

The little Caprin looked around the darkened library floor, with its multitudes of bookshelves, VR capsules, public computers and study nooks, and shook his head. “It’s quieter here, and um... I...”

My heart skipped, the way he was looking at me. 

“Yes?” I prompted, quietly.

“I wanna... be with you...”

Our eyes met, and I couldn’t hide my excitement. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I hugged him, and began looking around for somewhere nice and secluded and private to hang out. He was doing the same, and with his book in one hand, he grabbed mine in his other and led me further into the library, to a study nook between two rows of bookshelves beneath a large, stained-glass window. There was enough light to read there, just, and a scattering of beanbags and cushions ensured it would be comfortable. 

“Th-this is where I come to read, hardly anyone comes to this spot,” he explained, as if to justify the almost exactly Caprin-butt-shaped indentation in one of the beanbags. 

I threw myself bodily into the beanbag, and wriggled around until I was comfortable, my tail laying forward between my legs. His ears flushed pink, and he moved to sit in another beanbag. 

“Ugh, don’t be a nerd, c’mere, there’s room for both of us,” I said, rolling my eyes at him and patting the beanbag I was sitting on. 

He looked over at me tentatively at first, but then happily scooted over. That suited my needs perfectly - the beanbag was just big enough to accomodate the two of us, but not without our bodies being pressed together. I casually looped my arm around Noah’s shoulders, and to my delight, he actually snuggled into me, and laid his arm over my waist. 

“Are we like... dating or something?” He asked, after a moment of silence. 

“Dating? I... I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before.”

“Me neither. But like... we’ve seen each other naked!”

I giggled, and squirmed a bit beside him, nodding. “Uh huh.”

There was a moment of silence. But it was comfortable silence, and Noah sighed happily. I didn’t feel under pressure to agree to dating him, and he didn’t seem eager to push the matter. So we let it drop. The rain outside was torrential, and the occasional bullet of wind buffeted the library building. There was a drainpipe somewhere near where we were sitting, and I could hear water surging down it. Noah squirmed slightly against my side, and I glanced over at him just in time to see him withdraw his hand from his pants. My heart did a little ba-thump, and I caught myself staring at his crotch, hoping to see a little peak in the fabric.

“What’re you doing?” I murmured.

“N-nothing! J-just...adjusting...”

“Is it stiff?”

Silence. Then a little nod, and another squirm, echoed by one of my own. I could feel the soft hemp fabric of my pants moving very slightly against my groin. “I forgot to put panties on today,” I giggled. 

Noah tensed, a horny little bleat passed his lips, and his gaze moved openly to my lap. I let my legs move apart, and then back to where they were, capturing a little fold of my pants between my lips. I tugged upward on my waistband a little to accentuate it, and pushed my hips out.

“I c-can see it...” Noah stammered, staring open-mouthed. He was sort of playing with himself through his pants, and that only turned me on all the more. 

“Uh huh. That’s my favourite thing about these pants. They’re real soft too. Feel!”

Shit, that escalated quickly. 

I was rampantly aroused again, in spite of cumming in the shower only a couple of hours earlier, and the eagerness with which Noah responded to me only confirmed to me that we were incredibly horny for each other. 

I gently took his hand, the one that was draped over my waist, and moved it down into my lap. Noah froze briefly, but allowed me to guide his touch. I moved his hand up and down over the smooth curve of my pubic mound, letting him feel the warmth and humidity of my crotch radiating through the soft cloth. It felt really, really nice. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure and my legs parted further, tail arching into the beanbag to press myself upward. My hand held Noah’s firmly against my crotch. My fingers laid over his own, pushing and guiding them to rub and stroke me, side to side, up and down. He was really squirming by that point, so with my free hand, I explored his waistband, and clumsily tried to unbutton his pants. He didn’t say anything, but he helped, and totally unexpectedly raised his hips to shove his pants down to his ankles. 

“Noah! What if someone comes?”

“They won’t! I’m here a lot, remember? This is a really boring section of the library, no one ever comes here even when it’s busy!”

“Do you play with yourself here on your own?”

“S-sometimes!”

I groaned in arousal, in equal parts from the thought of him masturbating here, and the sight of his sharply tented briefs. He was wearing pale blue ones today, with little planets and stars and rocket ships on them. They were fucking adorable. 

As he settled in again and got comfortable, my hand left his and made a beeline for his tent. He was sort of aimlessly fondling and stroking my lips through my pants on his own without guidance, and I pressed my palm firmly to the warm stiffness of his cottony tent, eliciting a sensitive little bleat from him, and a throb. 

I was soaked. My clit was throbbing. My heart was pounding and my nipples were like diamond cutters, little peaks in my crop top that told of my negligence to wear a bra today, as well. I fondled and squeezed and groped him lewdly, and he did likewise to me, pressing his finger between my lips and giving a little bleat of surprise when my wetness soaked through against it. I gripped his penis firmly, curling my hand around it, and gave a few strokes. I had no technique, obviously, and my movements were awkward and clumsy, and his sudden bleat of... pain? I think it was pain... caused me to gasp and let go, and stammer an apology. 

“N-no it’s...it’s okay, Roh! Really. It’s j-just really s-sensitive um... I... p-pulled back my skin.”

“You...what?”

“My foreskin. It...” he sighed, frowning in concentration, and then decided just to show me, instead. My mouth watered. 

He shoved down his briefs too, exposing his rigid little penis. I guess he must’ve been a little bit over three inches, and today, unlike the other week in my pool, the skin over his tip was bunched up *tight* behind his glans, which itself was shiny and red and looked very, very tender. 

“Doesn’t that hurt? It looks like it hurts!” I exclaimed. 

“Only when you r-rub it...”

“Why did you pull it back? I didn’t even know you could do that!”

“All the other boys don’t have skin, just me, and I th-thought you’d be grossed out by it cos it’s different and weird...”

I paused, and reached over to very delicately grip his penis with two fingers, moving it around and looking closely. His glans shone in the dim light, and I experimentally brushed my thumb light as a feather over it. He shuddered, and tensed. “Did that hurt?” I asked. 

“N-not really... but it’s like... I dunno. If you did it much harder it would’ve.”

“And you thought this would make me like it more?”

He shrugged, and seemed embarrassed. “I guess?”

I laughed, quietly, and hugged him tight. “You don’t have to do anything to impress me, you know. Yours... um... your penis is the... it’s the first one I’ve ever seen. Like for real. Not in porn. I see what you mean now, all the porn actors don’t have skin, they’ve got a scar where it was cut off, instead, don’t they?”

Noah nodded. Things started to fall into place for my nebulous understanding of the wonders of dick mechanics. Noah was super sensitive, and had skin over his tip. And from what I’d seen in porn, of older males having to really work their dicks hard to get off, it seemed that the skin had a role to play. 

Gently, tenderly, I tried to move Noah’s foreskin forward to cover his tip again, but it was very tight. And he was so stiff that it wouldn’t move, staying stubbornly bunched behind his glans. 

“Why won’t it go forward?”

“It... gets stuck... if I pull it back and then get stiff, it won’t go forward again. I couldn’t even pull it back all the way at all until a few weeks ago,” he explained, seeming somewhere between confused and proud of his achievement. “I have to wait until it’s soft before it’ll go forward.”

In spite of the seriousness of our conversation, I was incredibly horny. I needed to masturbate. I couldn’t help it. I withdrew my hand from Noah’s penis to push my pants down, leaving both of us bottomless. I pressed two fingers into my vagina, and let out a heated moan at the sudden rush of pleasure it brought me. I stared at his penis, pummelling myself with my own digits, and he went into meltdown. His dick pulsed and throbbed desperately, and a little dewdrop of moisture clung to his urethra. His hips moved, humping into the air, and he sort of loosely gripped his shaft, sliding his fingers against his taut skin, but being careful not to apply any friction to his glans. 

“Nnnnh... that’s so hot, Noah,” I murmured breathily, pressing tightly against his side and fingering myself frantically, erratically. “Have you ever done an organism with the skin back?”

He bleated quietly in arousal, and winced in discomfort. “N-no... I d-don’t think I can... I’ll hafta wait until it goes down.”

I paused, and gave him a sympathetic glance. Then I got an idea. A devious idea. 

“Do you wanna try putting it in my vagina?”

He went wide-eyed, and froze, staring at me. I pulled my fingers out, slick with my nectar. 

“You mean... have... have sex?”

“Duh. You don’t have to, but it might feel nice for you even with the skin back,” I prompted. 

Reaching over with my wet fingers, I gently smeared wetness all over his tip, and then down his shaft. That was a game changer, I think. Noah clapped his hand over his muzzle to silence a loud, squeaky bleat, and his hips shook, pushing firmly through my gentle grip. 

“Ohh, does it feel nice when it’s slippery?” I asked, dipping my fingers back into myself to gather more wetness, and repeating the process. 

He could barely speak, but his reactions were definitely a ‘yes.’

So much so that he came. I was barely, barely touching him. My fingers brushed wetly and slickly around his aching penis, focusing on the tip and the bunched up skin behind it, coating it with my arousal. And then he gasped, tensing up and shaking violently for a second. His penis went really stiff for a minute, so much so that I was momentarily scared it would pop or something. And then it went bounce-bounce-bounce, the exact same rhythm I felt inside myself when I cum. Noah whimpered, and collapsed back into the beanbag, breathing heavily, and ticklishly bumping my hand away from his penis. 

“Whoa...” I murmured. “Did you...?”

He nodded breathlessly, and giggled. “S-sorry... I wasn’t expecting that...”

“Me neither! That was amazing, I made you cum!”

I growled, and in a sudden rush of horny dominance over which I felt no control, I straddled him, pinning him down and grinding my hips down into his lap. Noah squealed and bleated in surprise and shock, and without a second thought I aimed his still-stiff penis right at my vagina, and sank downward. It felt like such a natural action to take, and the way his rigid heat entered me made my stomach fill with butterflies and my legs turn to jelly. It felt so different to using my fingers. 

He grunted, and lay very still, gritting his teeth. I had no knowledge of the male refractory period at that time, of course. But given that it was our first time, both of us, we had nothing to measure it against. I didn’t ride him, as such, and as it turned out I did little more than masturbate with his penis inside me. I don’t think he came again, but I can’t be sure. 

I was hunched over Noah, one arm bracing myself against the bookshelf behind him, the other in my lap, frantically rubbing my clit side to side with erratic, desperate need. I was riding the edge of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had to that time, and the feeling of Noah’s stiff penis inside me was like nothing I could’ve ever imagined. He was strangely silent, although he was still breathing hard and I could feel his heartbeat three inches inside myself. My crotch ground down against his, soaking his velvety fur in my lust, and within a few minutes I found myself so horny I could hardly breathe. My mouth was open, my hair streaked with sweat, and my vagina throbbed with a mixture of extreme arousal and the dull, background ache of being penetrated. I moved slightly on him, and felt his penis slide inside me. That was all it took. I clenched like a vice around him, and my breath left me as if I’d been kicked in the gut. My whole body was on fire. Wave after wave of rippling, tingling pleasure arced through me like bolts of lightning, from the tip of my tail to the fins of my ears. My abdomen clenched and released over and over, my innards fluttering with the powerful rhythm of climax. 

It took a full minute for me to regain even a semblance of coherent thought, and when I did, Noah was shaking me, whispering harshly at me to wake up. 

“I... what? Oh fuck... Oh Noah, I’m sorry, I... dunno what came over me, I...”

“Shhh, someone’s around! Get off, c’mon!” Noah silenced me with a finger on my lips, and I collapsed off of him sideways into the beanbag. My whole crotch was a mess, slippery and sticky, and I knew it was going to stain my pants. 

But, as Noah had said, there was definitely someone around. I could hear hoofsteps. They weren’t coming closer with any degree of purpose, but they were approaching. I hurriedly pulled on my pants, and Noah did likewise. I noticed that his penis was soft by then, and happily, his foreskin seemed to have popped forward over his tip. I guess I could count that as a win?

We’d only just gotten ourselves to a semblance of decency when the head librarian appeared at the end of the row of bookshelves, and let out a sigh of relief. 

“Noah, Rohanna, there you are! I didn’t see where you went earlier and I was worried, is everything alright?”

“Y-yes ma’am!” Noah bleated, standing shakily and walking out to meet her. “Roh and I were jus’ reading together, it’s bright enough here to do that an’ we didn’t want to come up to the cafeteria with all the other people!”

The librarian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her nostrils flared. She looked over Noah’s shoulder at me, and I gave a half-hearted wave and a sheepish smile. We must’ve reeked of adolescent hormones. Mostly mine. The librarian sniffed, and her expression shifted a little, from concern, through disapproval, to finish with a little knowing smile.

“Well... I know where you are now. The storm looks like it’ll last another few hours at least, so you’ll have plenty of time for... reading. I... won’t disturb you again, and I’ll give you some warning next time I need to interrupt your privacy.”

And with that, she was gone. 

Noah and I locked eyes once we were alone, and the floodgates opened, both of us bursting into peals of laughter so intense we both ended up winded, with hiccups, laying across each other on the floor of the library, while the storm howled its vengeful fury outside.