Tangerine Dreams

by Snekguy

Based on characters by delta_v

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Table of Contents

COVER

TITLE

DISCLAIMER

TANGERINE DREAMS

Alex opened the gate with a creak of metal hinges, the street transitioning to concrete beneath his sneakers. The property was enclosed by a low fence, the somewhat overgrown garden bisected by a poured concrete path that snaked between the ferns and bushes. He adjusted his backpack as he began to follow it, glancing at the plants along his way. Most were cycads and ferns with branching leaves, a few small pine trees and clusters of pink magnolias sprouting from the ground. Instead of the lawns that he had passed on his way here, there were only small clusters of grasses, with most of the ground covered in wood chips and fallen pine needles. Between two flowering bushes was a piece of driftwood that had been arranged to resemble a fallen log, and sitting atop it was a decorative concrete bird. It had a long, almost reptilian tail that was covered in molded feathers, and its beak was replaced with a snout filled with sharp teeth.

The path led to a home that wasn’t dissimilar from the others on this street, the bay windows looking out over the garden. Beside the step that led up to the porch was another little concrete animal statue – this one depicting a little lizard-like creature that was coiled up into a ball as though sleeping. As he reached up to knock, Alex noticed that he was standing on a welcome mat that was adorned with prints of three-toed feet.

He knocked, and a few moments later, he heard the door unlatch. It opened inward, a long, reptilian face emerging from the shadows within. Fine, gray scales caught the warm Utah sunlight, as did a pair of round glasses that were perched atop an elongated snout. As the reflections shifted, Alex saw slitted, amber eyes peering back at him. Golden hoop earrings glinted, as did a set of sharp, pearly teeth as her scaly lips pulled back in a broad smile.

“Alex!” she exclaimed, the explosion of auburn feathers that framed her face bobbing as she leaned down to pull him into an enthusiastic hug. Her eight-foot stature put her chest at head height, and Alex struggled to ignore the softness that pressed against him through her loose, woolen sweater. She buried his face in the tuft of fluffy down that protruded from its low-cut collar, the fine feathers tickling his nose. It covered her body in an orange layer, insulating her like fur, leaving only her scaly face and forelimbs exposed.

“Hi, Hannah,” he replied – his voice somewhat muffled by her tight embrace. She gave him little choice but to take in a breath, and he noted a hint of strawberries, perhaps from whatever soap she used.

She rose to full height again, the ruddy display feathers on her head brushing the top of the doorframe as she seemed to fly away from him. Hannah reached up with a scaly, three-fingered hand, the gold bracelet that adorned her wrist shining as she adjusted the messy plumage restlessly.

“Come on in!” she declared, almost whipping him with her tail as she wheeled around. It was long and thick, covered in that same downy orange coat, a large tuft that matched her hair erupting from its tip to form something akin to a feather duster.

He followed her into the hallway, peering up at rows of framed pictures that depicted more saurian family members. A photo that was stood upon a small wooden cabinet appeared to show a younger Hannah, her oversized glasses even more unwieldy, and her bright smile revealing silver braces.

“So...it was your natural history homework that you needed help with?” Alex asked as he followed her into a spacious kitchen. Hannah strode ahead of him on a pair of long, digitigrade legs, her clawed toes clicking against the tiled floor. Her loping gait made her tail sway back and forth along with her hips, drawing his eye to the dolphin shorts that she wore, their blue and white trim contrasting with her fiery coloration. The base of her tail was pushing the waistband down, just a hint of softness spilling over the elastic.

“That’s right!’ she chirped, turning her head to glance back at him. “You always pay way more attention in class than I do, Alex.” The corner of a scaly lip lifted, giving him another toothy smile. “I need a cram session hardcore if I’m going to pass the midterm.”

“I can help you with that,” he replied with a nod. “Are you parents around? I’d love to meet them.”

“Nah, they’re away on a business trip,” she replied as her smile turned sly. “A dig in Montana or something, I think. C’mon – I’ll show you my room!”

Hannah had been taking the same college classes Alex had, and she’d also taken a shine to him, finding excuses to sit next to him while studying. She’d even joined the same computer club that he had, though she seemed more interested in spending time with him than learning to code. That was alright, though. Having someone so bubbly and energetic around tended to liven up his otherwise dreary school life, and he hadn’t hesitated when she’d asked him for some private tutoring.

She led him up a flight of stairs – Alex having to lean back to avoid being clocked by her bushy tail – and they soon emerged onto a landing. The house was rather spacious, and it was sized for people of her stature, making him feel small in comparison.

“Here we are!” she chimed, opening the door and guiding him through.

Alex adjusted the straps of his pack, glancing around the room curiously. There was a large bed occupying a portion of the room, the mattress laden with a few scattered pillows and messy sheets, a little table with a lamp sitting beside it. There was a dresser nearby, its drawers overflowing with clothes that appeared to have been hastily put away, perhaps in preparation for his arrival. The walls were decorated with a few posters of popular punk and rock bands. He could see creased posters for Dinosaur Jr, Mastodon, and T.Rex that had probably been sourced from magazines. Against the left wall was an old CRT television, the shelves beneath its stand filled with consoles and dusty jewel cases. Instead of a chair, there was a beanbag sitting on the floor in front of it. The walls had been papered over with bright orange floral patterns, their tones reminding him of her feathers.

Set up on an open patch of carpet was a fold-out desk and a couple of kitchen chairs that didn’t look like they were a permanent fixture of the bedroom – a few papers and binders scattered atop its surface.

Hannah noticed an oversized plush mouse that was still sitting on her bed, her display feathers seeming to stand on end. She hurried over and grabbed it, the toy letting out a very audible squeak, hastily stuffing it out of sight beneath the sheets. Clearing her throat, she turned to face him again, leaning one hand on the bed and another on her hip as she tried to play it cool.

“So, uh, this is my pad!” she began with a gesture to the room. “What do you...think?”

“Cool!” he replied, shrugging off his pack and setting it beside the little table. “Hey, I didn’t know you played,” he said as he gestured to an electric guitar that was leaning against the wall beside the TV.

“Oh, yeah!” she said excitedly. She hurried over to the instrument and picked it up, sliding the strap over her head, her claws strumming on the strings with a hollow twang. “My dad got it for me. I can almost do Stairway to Heaven,” she added proudly. “I don’t really have enough fingers, but at least I don’t need to use a pick, right? Anyway, studying!”

She set it down again and moved over to the little desk, placing a hand on Alex’s shoulder and easing him into one of the chairs. It was a little large for him, leaving his feet dangling a couple of inches off the floor.

“So, w-what exactly were you having problems with?” Alex asked as she leaned over him to open one of the textbooks. Her long snout entered his field of view like a car passing him on the highway, followed by her explosion of auburn feathers. There was something soft and tangibly heavy resting on his shoulder through the fabric of her sweater, that strawberry scent returning with her proximity.

“This part here,” she replied, placing a sharp claw on the paper.

“That’s...chapter one, an introduction to natural history,” Alex added as he gave her a skeptical look. “I thought you were talking about something more specific. Not to worry – it’ll just take us a little longer.”

“My parents won’t be back until Monday,” she replied, the weight that was resting on his shoulder shifting subtly as she talked. “We’ll be completely alone all weekend…”

“That’s good – we’ll probably need the time.”

Her weight left him, and she settled into the seat at his side, her fluffy tail poking through the gap beneath the backrest. Even sitting, her shoulders were at eye level with him, Hannah giving him a toothy smile as she waited for him to begin.

“Are you sure you’re struggling with this part?” Alex asked skeptically as he leaned over the textbook. “It’s just that...this part covers the history of the Dromaeosaur family. That’s you.”

“Well, you probably can’t name every Hominid,” she replied.

“I suppose not,” he conceded, returning to the text. “Okay, so we have the three major genera – Achillobator, Dromaeosaurus, and Utahraptor.”

“I know that Utahraptors are the largest and most heavily built of the family,” she announced proudly, resting a hand on her considerable chest. The motion drew Alex’s eye, and he struggled not to stare too conspicuously.

He had always thought of Hannah as a friend – albeit a rather enthusiastic one. They had been acquainted throughout high school, but it was only during freshman college that she had really started to hang around him, almost seeming to hunt him in the halls between classes. Be it her natural instincts or her sensitive nose, she always managed to track him down, springing from a crowd of students or from behind a locker with a bright smile full of sharp fangs.

Now, he was seeing her in a different light. There was a fullness to her chest that was put on display through her loose-fitting sweater, its low-cut collar exposing the barest beginnings of her cleavage, the weight of her bosom straining against the woolen fabric.

“Something wrong?” she asked innocently, glancing down at him from behind her round glasses with a smirk on her scaly lips.

“No,” he stammered, his eyes flicking back to the page. “I was just wondering if you’d always been so tall.”

“Of course, silly,” she replied with a titter. “Hadn’t you noticed before?”

“I guess not.”

***

“Feathers are thought to be common in all dromaeosaurids, as they’re present in Microraptor fossils, which is one of the most phylogenetically primitive ancestors of the family.”

“Wow, that’s fascinating,” Hannah replied. She had slipped off her round glasses and was idly chewing on them, playing her long tongue over one of the rubberized tips, Alex catching glimpses of its pink flesh between her sharp teeth. She reached up, adjusting her fluffy display plumage with a scaly hand. “Do you like my feathers?”

“Oh, yeah,” Alex replied as he craned his neck to glance up at her. “They’re really pretty.”

“Thanks, I wanted them to look good for you,” she said as she preened happily. “Hey, do you want a drink or anything? All this one-on-one tutoring has to be thirsty work, especially in this heat.”

“Sure,” Alex replied with a nod. “I’ll take a soda.”

“You stay right here,” she insisted, hopping out of her chair. “I’ll turn on the fan, too. It can get stuffy in here.”

He watched as she sauntered over to a desk fan that was sitting on the carpet, its trailing cable leading to a socket on the wall. With her long tail swishing back and forth, she bent over, putting her back to him. Whether by intention or by accident, she gave Alex an admirable view of her rear, the way that she leaned over making those tight-fitting dolphin shorts ride high up her cheeks. With her chunky tail pushing down on the waistband from above, there was only a sliver of blue fabric left to preserve her modesty. The elastic pressed into her soft flesh, creating little dimples beneath her downy covering. He’d never noticed just how wide her hips were before…

There was a hum as the fan turned on, the breeze that it created blowing her fine feathers as she stood back up.

“There we go,” she chimed, glancing over her shoulder at him. She reached down to pull her shorts a little lower, swaying on the spot, the motion making all of the soft parts of her figure quiver. “That should cool things down in here. Two people shut away together, all alone in an enclosed space – things can get steamy.”

“Yeah,” he replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Alright, lemme fetch you that drink,” she said as she walked back over to him. She slipped the fluffy tip of her tail beneath his chin on her way past, Alex lifting his head reflexively, feeling her soft plumage stroke his skin. The vanes on those feathers were so fine – their texture like frayed silk. “You just stay right there.”

He wasn’t sure what to say, maintaining her predatory gaze as she walked over to the door.

***

Hannah closed the bedroom door behind her, letting out a quiet chirp of excitement as she put her back to it, leaning her weight on the wooden panel.

“You got this, girl!’ she hissed under her breath. “Tonight’s your night!”

The clueless little ape had been oblivious to her advances for weeks. She’d been making a point of sitting next to him in every class, joining the same clubs that he did, and generally showering him with attention. So far, he hadn’t taken the hint, but she’d finally made up an excuse to get him alone for a while. Even he couldn’t ignore her delicate seduction techniques now...

Hannah reached down and lifted her boobs, rearranging them within her revealing top, tugging its collar down a little more with a hooked claw to show more skin.

“Damned growth spurt,” she whispered to herself, trying and failing to tug the hem of the garment down a little further. It was a little small for her now, and it exposed her midriff, the subtle paunch of her belly overflowing the waistband of her shorts like a muffin. There was a click as her claws brushed the shining metal of her navel piercing, and she shrugged her shoulders. No matter – maybe it was an excuse to show off more.

She hurried down the stairs, her clawed toes clicking on the wood, turning into the kitchen. The fridge door swung open, and she took a moment to enjoy the cool air that emanated from it. Utah was hot even at the best of times, and today was sweltering – a good excuse to wear fewer clothes.

With two cans of soda in hand, she made her way back to the room, pausing in front of the door to take a deep breath. She adjusted her plumage again, then glanced down at her chest, lifting her assets like she was fluffing a pillow.

“Alright – here goes…”

She pushed open the door, striding inside with a smile and extending one of the sweating cans to Alex.

“Thanks,” he said as he took it, popping it open with a hiss of escaping gas. “So, what did you want to do after we’re done studying?” he asked as he lifted it to his lips and took a drink.

“I dunno, you could choke me until I’m dizzy,” she muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” he sputtered.

“I said – watch out, that Coke is fizzy.”

“Right,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “It’s just that it’s getting pretty late, and I should probably be going soon. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow, though.”

“I was kinda hoping you’d want to stay the night,” she added hastily. “Y’know – like a sleepover. We could watch a movie and chill.” She walked over to the bed, sitting down on the mattress with a creak of springs, making a show of crossing her long legs. “I mean, there’s no reason for you to walk all the way home in this weather when you could just sleep with me, right?”

“Sleep with you?” he repeated, Hannah watching his cheeks start to warm.

“In the sense that we’d be sharing,” she replied. “Not a bed – could be a couch or a sleeping bag. I think I have one around here somewhere. Unless you wanted to, that is. Anyway – want to stay the night?”

“Sure,” he replied after a moment. “I can call my folks and let them know.”

“The phone is down in the hallway,” she said, watching him leave. As soon as the door was closed, and she heard his footsteps on the stairs, she threw herself back onto the bed with a pleased squeal. She kicked her legs in the air and swished her tail, letting out all of the pressure that was building inside her before Alex returned, and she had to compose herself again.

She was another step closer to her goal, and the ambush had been set.

There was the sound of footsteps drawing nearer, and she snapped up into a sitting position, once more fidgeting with her feathers. The creak of the door announced Alex’s return, and he stepped into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I can stay over. I didn’t bring a toothbrush, though.”

“That’s alright,” Hannah chirped, struggling to contain herself like a lid balancing atop a simmering pot. “You can borrow mine!”

***

The sun had set, and the lights had been dimmed, the flickering glow from the wall-mounted TV bathing the living room. Alex ate one last handful of popcorn, watching the end credits begin to roll, the movie’s theme music filtering through the speakers.

Hannah was curled up on the couch beside him, her long legs tucked beneath her, the way that her clawed toes dangled over the edge giving him some inkling as to where all the little scratches and scuffs on the faux leather had come from. Throughout the runtime, she had crept closer and closer to him, stalking almost like one of the raptors in the movie. At some point, she had curled her long tail around behind him, and she had snuck an arm around his shoulders not long after. Much of her considerable weight was resting on him now, the coarse fabric of her woolen top pressing against his cheek.

“I love a good jailbreak movie,” she said, reaching into his popcorn packet with a rustle. “It’s tragic how all those dinosaurs were kept in cages on that island, but at least they got a happy ending.”

She lifted the popcorn to her snout, Alex feeling some crumbs fall into his hair as she crunched.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Alex began. “I kind of figured we’d be doing more studying. There’s a lot to get through.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Hannah trilled as she pulled him a little tighter. He felt himself sink into her bosom, its softness tangible even beneath her top, the fluffy down on her chest brushing against his rapidly warming cheek. “The night’s still young!”

She reached for her remote, flicking the channel to a video of a burning fireplace, the digital flames bathing the room in their wavering glow. He watched as she set it down on the little coffee table in front of them, pushing aside a few greasy pizza boxes from their takeout order.

“We can just sit here for a while and chat,” she chirped. “Unless you...wanted to go back upstairs?”

“Hannah,” Alex began, struggling to find the words. She loosened her hold on him, sitting back a little to let him speak, tilting her elongated head curiously. “I can’t help but feel like you didn’t invite me here to study.”

“Whatever could have given you that impression?” she asked, pushing out her chest a little as she shifted her weight on the cushions.

“I’ve noticed that you like to hang out with me between classes, and you always sit near me. We eat together, and we attend the same clubs, even though I never felt like you cared all that much about computer science. You don’t have to make up an excuse if you want to spend time with me, you know. You can just invite me over to watch a movie without the pretense of studying, and I’ll come, because I like spending time with you too.”

“You...like spending time with me?” she repeated, her feathers standing on end as she tilted her head in the opposite direction.

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, peering up into her wide eyes.

“I like you, Alex,” she murmured. Her feathery tail snaked into his lap, coiling around his waist possessively and pushing his empty popcorn packet aside. “Maybe you’re right, and I could stand to be more...forward. What would you say if I invited you over to do more than just study or watch a movie?”

“Oh yeah?” he prompted, gazing up at her as she loomed over him. In the light of the flames, the shades of red and orange in her plumage stood out even more starkly, the light reflecting off the mosaic of fine scales that covered her snout.

She drew a little closer, that large head slowly sinking down, the warm breath from her nostrils blowing the strands of his hair. Hannah stopped just short, her scaly lips only an inch from his ear as she whispered to him softly.

“What if I invited you here because I wanted to kiss you?”

Alex lifted a hand and ran it along her cheek, feeling those scales beneath his palm for the first time. They weren’t nearly as rough as they had looked – their texture was more like smooth, soft leather. He could barely feel where one scale ended and the next began, all of them blending together like skin, the subtle droplets of moisture that clung to her in the warm and humid air making her slick to the touch. Like a cat searching for pets, she leaned her head into his hand, blowing his hair again as she let out a contented sigh.

She brought up her own hand and placed it over his to keep it there, its scales no different from those on her snout, those wicked talons kept mercifully clear. She guided it higher, and Alex felt his fingertips brush the red feathers that adorned her head, finding them just as soft as they had looked.

Her nose brushed against his forehead as she drew nearer, their difference in stature meaning that she had to bend almost double to reach him, her strawberry scent overwhelming the aroma of leftover pizza. She parted her scaly lips in invitation, the flames from the TV reflecting in her glasses, hiding her eyes from view. His heart pounding in his chest, Alex rose up to meet her, the pair joining in an embrace. Her lips were plush and inviting – larger than his own, their mismatched anatomy complicating matters.

“Sorry,” she giggled, pulling back a little. “I’ve, uh...never kissed a boy before. A human boy!” she added hurriedly. “I’ve kissed lots of boys, naturally. On account of how much they like me.”

“We can figure it out as we go,” Alex replied breathlessly, hovering near her in anticipation. “I want to figure it out.”

Gritting her teeth as though overcome by a sudden rush of emotion, Hannah pressed close again, cupping his face in both hands. He felt the gentle prick of her claws, followed by the cool sensation of her scales against his burning cheeks, the lips on the very end of her snout pursing. They joined again, and this time, the kiss was more measured. His eyes snapped open in surprise as he felt the tip of her tongue probe his mouth, its silky flesh glancing against his own. She was exploring him, pushing a little deeper, the taste of her kiss filling his head with tingling arcs of electricity.

When his lids began to grow heavy again, he felt something sharp against his skin, and his eyes widened once more as Hannah grew more eager. She turned her head on its side, opening her long jaws, her teeth scraping against his cheeks as though she was trying to swallow his head whole. They weren’t sharp enough to break the skin, and she wasn’t applying any pressure, her open mouth allowing her to push her tongue deeper.

If she sensed his hesitation, she was too overcome to pay much attention – too engrossed in what to her must be a passionate kiss. It was clumsy and inelegant, but he felt all of his concerns melt away as inches more of her questing organ probed him, the thin ribbon of slick muscle stroking his inner cheeks. She licked the roof of his mouth, each slow lap sapping his strength, her long tongue coiling around his own as though to subdue it.

Hannah broke away, leaving him dazed, a few glistening strands of her saliva joining her ivory teeth to his face.

“S-sorry!” she stammered, quickly using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe away the residue. “I got a little carried away. Your face is too, uh...flat to kiss that way.”

“That’s alright,” Alex replied with a drunken smile. “I liked it.”

“You’re so freakin’ cute!” she growled, pressing her scaly forehead against his. She gazed into his eyes, those slitted, reptilian pupils darting back and forth eagerly as though awaiting some response. “I just want to eat you up! Not that I would,” she added hurriedly, tapering into a nervous giggle. “I just...really like you.”

She shifted her snout again, pressing it into the nape of his neck, her teeth pricking him as she left little love bites and nibbles. He felt her warm tongue snake out again to taste him, licking his shoulder, her scaly lips crawling up his neck.

Feeling bolder, Alex let a hand rest on the wide flare of her hip, his fingers sinking into her soft down. It was a little like fur, albeit fluffier, and the flesh beneath was even more inviting. Hannah had a wonderfully full figure – a generous hourglass that was soft in all of the right places. He felt her exhale as he delved into the fat of her thigh, just below the hem of her shorts, lifting them a little higher in his explorations.

“Hang on,” Hannah mumbled, giving his throat one last doting lash of her tongue before rising away from him. The towering raptor hooked a claw around the collar of her sweater, the loose garment providing little resistance as she tugged it down past her chest. Alex could only watch, transfixed, as her breasts spilled free of its confines. The little barbel piercings on her nipples caught the light as her bosom settled, bouncing gently.

Just like the rest of her body, she was covered in a thin coat of feathery down, the way that it clung to her like a glove doing nothing to conceal any of the details beneath. It seemed even thinner here, taking on a lighter hue of orange that bordered on honey – he could even see some speckled scales beneath showing through.

“What do you think?” she asked, moving her shoulders to make her bust sway. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they were the size of his head thanks to her exaggerated stature, wonderfully round and firm, the subtle way that they bounced and quivered hinting at their texture.

Rather than reply, Alex reached out, delving his hands into her velvety flesh. Hannah arched her spine, letting out a desirous hiss of pleasure as he cupped them, weighing them in his palms. They yielded in his grasp like putty when he squeezed, letting his digits sink deep, but springing back to their original teardrop shape when he released his hold. Overcome, he shuffled closer on the couch, guiding one of them towards his mouth. It was a struggle – the supple meat of her bosom slipping through his fingers as though making willful attempts to escape him.

She helped him by pushing out her wobbling bust, wetting her scaly lips with her tongue as Alex brought one of her firm nipples to his mouth. He trapped it between his lips, finding that it was covered in the same fine, silky scales. It was already pulsing against his tongue, and he gave it a lick, feeling her long body tense up as a wave of sensation washed from her snout to the tip of her tail. The piercing was smooth and cold in comparison to her warm flesh, its metallic flavor pricking his taste buds.

“I thought you’d take more convincing,” she sighed, rolling her hips involuntarily as he circled her nipple. He felt her falter again as he kneaded her flesh, pushing through the soft coat and buttery fat, his fingertips greeted by firmer and more sensitive tissue.

One of his hands roamed lower, gripping the paunch of her belly that protruded over her waistband, taking a handful of flesh that was no less plush and enticing. She was pierced there too – another little barbel on her navel brushing against his skin.

“H-hold on, Alex,” she sputtered as she eased him away. “Lemme get this off first…”

She lifted off her pink sweater, getting it stuck on her long snout for a moment, then tossed it over the back of the couch to leave her nude from the waist up. Alex sat back, admiring her figure as he watched her undress, her every motion making her breasts sway. She stood, hooking her thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts and tugging them down, dancing on the spot to get the tight garment past her butt. When she bent over to slide them off – almost tripping in her haste – she gave him an admirable view of her rear before hastily covering it with her tail.

Her cheeks had been more than enough to fill out her shorts, the springy muscle that let her move that massive body around with such ease leaving them sculpted and shapely, and the same could be said of her thighs. Even beneath all of her orange down, he could make out the dimples of muscle that rose from beneath her delicate scales.

“W-well? What do you think?” she asked as she turned to face him. She was framed by the glow of the fire, her hourglass figure even more inviting in silhouette, some of the light spilling through the little gap between her thighs.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied, awestruck by the sight of her standing there.

“Duh, yeah,” she said with a relieved giggle. “I knew you’d say that.”

She returned to the couch, straddling him this time – planting one large knee to either side of his hips. Her clawed hands gripped the headrest behind him, her weight sinking him deeper into the cushions, those perfect breasts swinging only inches from his face. He couldn’t resist catching one of them in his hand and beginning to knead again, delighting in the way that her body twisted and arched at his touch. His other hand slid lower, passing her soft belly and moving to her inner thigh, Hannah tensing up as he ran his fingers through her down. As he roamed higher, he felt something damp, finding her feathers matted with something sticky.

Before she could lower herself into his lap, he began to slide down, the slippery leather couch offering little resistance.

“What are you doing?” she whined, faltering as he planted a kiss on the paunch of her belly. He let his tongue slide into her navel, feeling that cool piercing brush against it. “Alex!”

He sat on the carpet in front of the couch, putting his face level with her thighs, the fine strands of her excitement glistening in the digital firelight like spider silk coated in dew. She was so ready for him, a pair of flushed lips covered in those same gray scales shining with her desire, nestled neatly amidst a tuft of orange feathers.

She didn’t need any instructions, spreading her legs a little wider to bring herself lower, glancing down at him from high above as she maneuvered herself into range.

“Are you sure you-”

Her question was choked out by an enthusiastic snarl as he lifted himself closer, joining her in a far more sordid kiss. His lips met hers, her swollen, needy bud pulsing against the flat of his tongue as he dragged it between her folds. Hidden between her scales was a forest of pink pleats, like the petals of a blooming flower, her nectar dripping down his chin as he probed deeply. Alex reached up to grab her round thighs as she began to move, slowly grinding against his face as though unable to help herself, still cognizant enough of her weight to be gentle with him. That long, chubby tail flopped down against his chest, its weight resting in his lap, pressing down on the pulsing erection that was tenting his pants.

Hannah hung her head, her claws sinking into the leather backrest, her whole body seeming to move and sway with each doting lick. He wanted to kiss her just as passionately as she had kissed him, teasing her with lazy strokes and flurries, the raptor sucking in adorable little gasps whenever he grazed her clitoris. Her sticky feathers clung to his skin, her thighs starting to shake, her pendulant breasts rising and falling in time with her labored breathing.

She faltered, and he drew back, a stringy web of her love keeping them joined. Hannah was peering down at him between her hanging boobs, her head upside-down in this position, her round glasses so misted with moisture that he couldn’t see her eyes anymore.

“Get up here,” she growled.

He began to climb back up onto the couch, and she took the collar of his shirt in her fist, hoisting him the rest of the way and depositing him onto the cushions beneath her. He froze up as she buried her snout in his hair, taking in his scent with a loud huff, her claws already fumbling with his buttons. She tore open his shirt and began to crawl down his body, her smooth lips planting lingering kisses as she went. His shoulder, his neck, his chest, his belly – she left a trail of gentle bites and licks in her wake.

When she reached his belt, she paused, glancing up at him over her steamy glasses. Alex almost wanted to object about having all of those sharp claws and teeth in such close proximity to his most sensitive anatomy, but she clearly intended to return the favor, and he trusted her to be careful – even if he’d seen her stumble and drop all of her books on more than one occasion…

She deftly maneuvered her black talons to open up his belt and pull down his zipper, tugging down his shorts with an expression like she was opening a gift, his member bouncing free and bumping against her nose. Her red feathers stood on end, framing her scaly face in an amorous explosion. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and used it to clean the mist from her glasses, adjusting the position where they clung to her snout.

“Have you seen one before?” he asked as she gently brushed his shaft with her fingers.

“Of course I have!” she chirped, still transfixed. “In real life, of course. I wouldn’t look at pictures on the internet or anything like that – why would I need to?”

She opened her jaws tentatively, giving Alex a view of her pearly teeth, her eyes darting from his cock to his face when she sensed him tense up.

“I’ll be careful – promise,” she whispered as she gave it a nudge with her scaly nose.

Alex relaxed a little, giving her a nod that she returned with an eager smile. Cupping the shaft to keep it close, she extended her long tongue, dragging it from his base to his tip. The sensation of her warm, slippery flesh against his skin made him cover his mouth to stifle a groan, his reaction only goading her on as she watched him over her glasses.

She gave it another lick, her tongue large and mobile enough to slither around his girth, smearing it with her drool. Alex could feel her hot breath washing over his exposed stomach, the raptor seeming to enjoy his scent. She paused to kiss his hip, her lips curling into a smile as she felt him buck.

Returning her tongue to his needy member, she followed a pulsing vein all the way to his tip, lapping at his sensitive flesh in the way that she might a lollipop. Instead of taking his manhood into her jaws, she used her prehensile organ to stroke and slither around it, letting her marshmallow-soft lips catch against the glans. He dug his fingers into the couch as she drew his tip a little deeper, pursing her scaly lips around it, their texture somehow smoother and softer than skin. Her agile tongue darted across it, drawing shapes, coiling and lapping as he began to wriggle in his seat.

“You’re such a dork,” she giggled, pressing his slimy cock against her cheek and letting it throb against her cool scales. “You should see your face right now – it’s too cute.”

He reached for her snout, taking it in his hand and guiding it back over his cock. With a smirk, she let her jaw hang slack, a droplet of her saliva falling to his thigh as her tongue uncoiled. Gently so as to avoid her teeth, he began to thrust into her open mouth, Hannah letting him slide the underside of his member against the velvet cushion of her tongue. Her mouth was so tangibly warm, even when compared to the already muggy room, a shiver of pleasure passing over him as his glans rubbed against the textured roof of her mouth.

She watched him the whole while with those reflective, amber eyes, her glasses already starting to mist up again as their coupling grew more heated. He would have been content to finish that way, but he knew that there was more to come, the raptor giving him a final lick before rising to her feet again.

She sank him into the couch as she straddled him, the plush cushions sagging under their combined weight. She draped her arms over the headrest behind him, snickering when her soft breasts bounced against his face, a droplet of her anticipation raining to his belly as she poised above him.

“I can’t believe I finally get to have you,” she hissed, pausing to lick her lips. “I’ve been waving my tail in your face for weeks, and all you seemed to care about were your damned textbooks and computers. I thought I was gonna have to show up to class in lingerie before you’d notice me.”

“But, you never asked me out,” he chuckled. “I figured you just wanted to be friends.”

“Boys are so oblivious,” she grumbled, leaning forward to bury his face in an avalanche of feathery bosom. “Fine – just lie back and let me do all the hard work.”

She lowered her wide hips down an inch further, seeming to size him up, hesitating for a moment as his exposed glans pulsed against the satin folds of her vulva.

“I thought you said you’d done this before?” Alex asked, fighting the urge to push into her.

“I have!” she protested. “Theoretically speaking…”

Mustering her courage, she took his shaft in her hand and guided it between her lips, her flesh so feverishly warm that it made Alex grit his teeth in surprise. There was a brief moment of resistance, then he slipped inside her with a tangible popping sensation, pushing past her clenching opening and into the welcoming embrace of her inner walls. They closed around him tightly, almost as though intending to halt his progress, twitching and rippling as his member glided deeper on a layer of her love.

She let out a low, pained whine as she dropped the rest of the way, the frame of the couch straining beneath them as it absorbed the impact. The motion thrust him to the hilt, his bare skin peeling off the leather couch as his spine arched involuntarily, tingling pleasure ribboning through his every nerve. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but when he forced one eye open, he found her even more beset than he was. Her scaly eyelids were drooping, and her long tongue was dangling from one side of her narrow snout.

Hannah leaned back a little, beginning to rock, finding a slow and steady pace that drove him into the cushions with each thrust. She was so damned heavy, but a combination of her restraint and the soft padding beneath him helped to mitigate it, her feathery cheeks slapping against his thighs on their way down. With every stroke, he felt those clinging walls rake up and down his shaft, every fold and texture flooding his senses with little bursts of sensation that left him reeling.

Not content to simply bounce in his lap, she shifted her weight, rolling her hips from side to side in search of more stimulation. Alex could feel her stirring him around within her, those hot, tight walls bearing down on him with a strength befitting her size. Her innermost muscles wrung him like a fist, stroking and massaging in ways he couldn’t even parse, the pleasure blending into a wonderful haze.

All he could do was focus on her – watching her body move. Her ample breasts bounced against her torso in time with her lurid dance, every impact sending a beautiful ripple through her flesh, her piercings glinting in the dim light. The same quiver was reflected in her paunchy belly and her padded thighs, the way that they gripped him tightly reminding him of the taut muscle that lurked just beneath, her long tail extended for balance.

Alex raised a hand and caught one of her swinging breasts, the pair gasping together as her loins clenched around his shaft, powerful enough to almost stop their coupling dead. Hannah let herself settle into his lap, keeping him hilted and making slow, teasing circles with her hips as his hands began to roam.

“You’re so grabby,” she purred, smirking as he buried his fingers in the soft pillow of her breasts. Another hand combed through her velvet down, reaching the crease above her hip and giving it a squeeze, soon delving into her cushiony tummy. Her body was a playground, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her – every inch of her voluptuous figure wreathed in that feathery coat.

“You can touch me anytime you want,” she hissed, leaning down to nibble his ear as she whispered to him. “Pull me aside after class and cop a feel – go for it. We can lock up the computer lab and go for broke on the desks in there – I don’t fucking care. I need you to rail me on every surface in this house before my parents get back on Monday…”

She locked Alex in another crude kiss as their pace began to quicken, her tongue piling into his mouth, her sharp teeth scraping against his cheeks. She plunged her claws into the headrest again, sinking them deep like an eagle latching onto a branch, making him wonder how her folks were going to react to the damage.

Hannah swayed and danced, backlit by the TV and its pixellated flames, Alex catching glimpses of her yellow eyes peering down at him hungrily past her reflective glasses. He was so close now, her lovemaking greedy and rough, only the springy cushions beneath him preventing her ravenous thrusting from bruising his hips. He could sense her need growing along with his, her loins seeming to swallow around him in wracking waves, the slavering raptor taking him as deep as he could reach.

“You’re not pulling out,” she growled, watching him with those burning eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to clean that stuff out of my feathers?”

“Your house, your rules,” he replied as another thrust made his head spin.

They pushed one another higher and higher, spiraling towards an inevitable conclusion, the pressure building within him until he could no longer hold it back. It took only one last wrench of her silken muscles to send him careening over the edge, that smoldering pleasure erupting into a roaring blaze.

“Yes!” she trilled, throwing back her feathery head as he pumped the first rope of his seed inside her. She faltered, grinding against his shaft in encouragement, her burning depths wringing his emission from him in hot surges. He felt her muscles seize as his heat welled up within her, her spasming depths clinging to him like a second skin, packing him in fever-hot flesh as soft as satin. She quaked with each throb of ecstasy that they shared, those powerful thighs holding onto him like the jaws of a vice, her fierce reaches answering every flex and pulse with a cruel squeeze. She continued to grind reflexively, easing out every last drop that she could glean, until the pair of them finally collapsed into a sticky heap on the couch.

She let more of her weight rest on him now, Alex finding himself buried in velutinous flesh and fluffy down, the panting raptor keeping him securely hilted. Her ample breasts spilled around his head, sagging over his shoulders, cradling his face like a pair of feathery pillows. He glanced up, seeing her steamy glasses peering back at him down her long snout, her breath ruffling his hair.

“Hannah, you’re amazing,” Alex sighed as he reached up to caress her scaly cheek.

“Tell me again how beautiful you think I am,” she cooed, pausing to give him another lingering kiss.

“I’d love to,” he replied. “You’re going to be late for class, though.”

“Huh?” she mumbled, cocking her head in confusion.

“Get up, Hannah,” he continued. “You’ll be late!”

***

Hannah snapped awake, sitting up in her bed, her stuffed mouse squeaking as her weight left it. She was alone in her bedroom, her messy sheets and pillows strewn all over the mattress, the gentle breeze from the nearby fan blowing her feathers. She lifted a hand in an attempt to straighten her plumage, blinking groggily at the morning light that was filtering in through her blinds.

“You’re going to be late for class!” her mother repeated from the other side of her bedroom door, giving it a knock for good measure.

Hannah groaned, bundling up her stuffed mouse and rolling over onto her side, the toy letting out another muffled squeak. That damned Alex was invading her dreams now. She might not be as tall or as endowed as her fantasy incarnation, but either way, she was going to ask that silly human out today if it killed her.

“Boys are so oblivious,” she muttered.

~THE END~