Our Special Day

~To the love of my life. I cherish every day that I get to call you mine, and remain forever your devoted efreet.~

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The efreet dragon was sitting at the breakfast table, clad in naught but his bathtowel and reading the morning paper, when he was disturbed by a furred pair of arms propping their crossed selves on his shoulders.

“You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?”

His kitty’s sultry voice could always send a shiver up Sabre’s spine, but today, it was nearly dripping with empassioned desire. A rolling chortle made his slightly damp chestfur rustle, not even needing to look over his shoulder to know what sort of smile Modem was wearing between his cute black-tipped cheektufts.

“I’ve received … helpful little hints …” he replied coolly as he flipped a page in his paper, “Throughout the week. Let’s see, there was the circle on the calendar, the e-mail message at work … Two singing telegrams, carrier pigeon … That cute rhino fellow waving your phone number around …”

“You rat!” Modem chided, swatting across his dragon’s shoulders, who could only chuckle even more as he straightened out his paper. The feline returned to leaning against his husband, draping his arms around his neck and toying with his chestfur. “You remember perfectly well that I was going to behave myself and wait like a good cat should, even though we’re doing this early to take advantage of the weekend.”

“Are you sure that it was you who promised to be a good cat?” rumbled the efreet, looking casually over the automotive classifieds.

“Yes,” the kitty replied sternly, letting the tips of his fingernails drift along the arms of Sabre’s wings that were folded up to either side of his own golden body.

“Mmm, of course, I remember,” Sabre purred as he lifted his turned head and looked into the lion/lynx hybrid’s eyes, lidding his own in pleasure. “And of course, you will.”

They purred in unison and touched their lips together in a soft kiss, Modem giving him a playfully testy look as their muzzles parted.

“… You’re forgiven.”

Sabre grinned and rubbed noses with his paramour before turning his attention to his glass of orange juice, taking a long swig of the beverage before clinking the cup back onto the table. Modem smiled and stood back up, turning to the stovetop where he had some sausage patties frying in a skillet, flipping them over while he fetched some pancake mix from the cupboard up above.

“And how has work been, darling?”

Sabre chanced a peek up past the top of his paper. It being a lazy Saturday, Modem was clad in little more than a pair of boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination in front or in the back – a common trait of the two’s relationship. He had one of his feet propped up on his toes, looking the picture of innocence despite Sabre’s knowledge to the contrary. A quiet grunt rang like church bells in the lynx’s ears, making him smile wider and brush his fingers back through his hair in satisfaction. It was so easy anymore.

“Oh, work has been boring, as usual,” the efreet rumbled as he folded up the paper and tossed it on the far side of the table. “They only really need me when something is broken. My firewall is perfect.”

“Of course, it is!” Modem crooned as he went to the fridge and opened it to pluck out a quart of milk. “Look who programmed it.”

The efreet grinned, “Yer just flattering me.”

Modem smiled and looked seductively over his shoulder, dragging the pink pads of his feet backwards over the floor as he let out a cute little mew in reply. He turned back to preparing the meal, pouring the milk into a bowl.

“Sabey, could you be sweet and get some eggs out of the fridge for me?” The dragon blinked, looking at his mate.

“But, you were just in the fridge a second ago.”

“Yeah, I know,” Modem sighed, closing up the carton and setting it to his side while he leaned his head back, making his mane fall a bit lower towards his shoulders, “But I forgot them. And after all, the sooner we get breakfast made, the sooner we eat … and the sooner better things can happen.”

The dragon rose to his feet, giving his towel a tightening adjustment around his waist.

“I’ll get the eggs.”

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The day was spent mostly outdoors for the two lovers, holding hands as they walked down a strip mall lane and watching the passers-by in their cars. Sabre had promised a big dinner, so they were keeping their meals light, simply stopping at a deli for a sandwich apiece. The kindly lion behind the counter thanked them as the lynx paid, and they turned to leave.

“Goodness, but doesn’t his name need some more vowels,” mused the kitty as they stepped out of the shop, accompanied by the tinkling of the bell over the door. “I can feel my tongue twisting just trying to say it.”

“You don’t say it how it looks,” Sabre murmured back as he unwrapped his sandwich partially before sliding his arm around his husband, taking a bite of the meat-riddled meal and gulping quickly. “Y’see, you have to put a lot of growl behind the word. Really snarl it out.”

“Ohhh, you don’t say,” chimed Modem as he looked up at his dragon. Of the two, he was usually the bigger without any sort of magical enhancement, but he felt very cute and “mewy”, in his words, when he was smaller than Sabre. “Tell me how you say his name, then.”

“Mmm, well, you purse your lips together like this …” the dragon purred as he dipped his nose in to hover it over Modem’s shoulder, making the leonine male giggle with delight. “And then, you just … ease the sound into the back of your throat with a long breath …” A warm, moist tongue brushed along the inner reaches of Modem’s throat.

Before the two of them knew it, Sabre’s sweet talking had steered them directly into the brick wall of the building under whose overhang they were walking, Modem laughing as the dragon purred and nibbled around his neck, his bulky body almost obscuring the defenseless kitty from view. The leolynx writhed in his mate’s arms, trying to escape the ticklish nibbles, before the dragon relented and gazed over his feline’s face, tracing the little black markings dotting it with a finger.

“You spoil me, you know that?”

Modem smiled and kissed the dragon’s nose. “It’s my job. Now c’mon, we still have some errands to run.”

Sabre beamed as he nodded and tugged the cat back up, whose arms remained around the efreet’s neck for a moment before growing limp and just falling away so that the pair could turn and continue walking down the strip.

“But he looked very handsome, and big. I should do a drawing of somebody like that,” purred Modem. Sabre grinned to the side and brushed his fingers through the cat’s black, silky mane.

“Oh, yeah? A big, pumped-up lion and his big, pumped-up dick?”

Modem sneered playfully. “Of course! You know how lion genes affect people. It’s horrible, really. Such a curse, I have, being so well-endowed.”

“Mmph, what timing, hon. We’re here!”

Modem and Sabrewing were coming upon the local bakery, the next stop in their afternoon stroll, and they made their way inside. A motherly hen in an eggshell blue apron greeted them at the counter.

“Ohhhh, look-k at you two!” she clucked as they approached. “And here, I was just telling Mavis that springtime was over. So, what can I get you boys, hmmm?”

“I think I know what my husband wants,” Modem purred with a smiling glance up at the dragon, whose mouth was watering at one particular item behind the glass. “Just follow his nose.”

“Ooh, a fine choice, that was just baked today!” The hostess reached into the display case and retrieved what had entranced the efreet so much: a dulce de leche cheesecake, eight inches in size and warmed to brown speckled perfection, overlayed with a chessboard of caramel trails and sprinkled with cinnamon on top. Placing it on the countertop, she smiled patiently as Sabre reached for his wallet.

“I, uh, don’t suppose there’s any hope of hiring you as a personal chef, is there?” the dragon asked with a sheepish grin as he handed a twenty over. The hen just gave him a light smirk and bobbed her beak towards Modem.

“Now don’t make him jealous, dearie. It would break my heart for him to lose you on … hmmm … What is the occasion, if I may?”

Sabre and Modem looked at each other and grasped hands as the hostess tendered the money, retrieving their change. “Our anniversary is tomorrow.”

“Oh, how exciting! Congratulations! Are there going to be any little ones celebrating with you?” The two lovebirds chuckled and exchanged another little look.

“We’re working on that for the future,” said the lionlynx. A confused smile crossed the chicken’s face as the pair took their cheesecake, their change, and turned to stroll out of the bakery, leaving her to wonder about what they meant.

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After dropping off the groceries, the two decided to partake of a movie before their supper. Thankfully, the Cineplex was only a short ride away … That is, a lionlynx riding in a dragon’s arms as his big wings carried them through the air at a leisurely pace. Circling the movie theatre, Sabrewing touched down with practiced ease, his wings furling back up as he sets Modem back on the ground.

“See, why don’t we do that more often?” the cat asked with a smile, dusting himself off as they padded towards the ticket booth.

“Because you’re heavy and you bother me,” the efreet leered back with a fang-filled grin, tickling about the cat’s belly, making laugh and bat at Sabre’s muscular arms to try and stave off the big goofball. A basso chuckle murmured into Modem’s ears as they were nuzzled, the big green fellow relenting. Stepping up to the window, they looked at what was playing.

“Ew, there’s that cow movie – Hey, how about that one – Doesn’t that look exciting? – But it’s not for another 45 minutes,” they murmured to themselves as they browsed the list of showtimes, a young ferret named Bill smiling at them from across the counter.

“You know, Pirates 2 just opened today,” he chirped gleefully. Both the lionlynx and the efreet grabbed at the ticket booth and looked him directly in the eye.

“Are you serious?!” they growled in unison, making the poor ferret meep and jump back in startlement, rapidly nodding his head as he looked between the two males whose interest he had just piqued. They nearly threw the money at him, making the mustelid shy away again as they demanded two tickets to the next show.

“Eh-Enjoy the m-m-movie!” Bill stammered, tipping his employee hat at the two as they raced into the lobby. The usher was nearly left a spinning wreck as they thrust their tickets at him and continued on the way to the darkened theater, elevator muzak playing quietly over the speakers.

“You know, I guess we didn’t have to be so excited about rushing in here, since we still have twenty minutes before it starts,” Modem purred quietly, looking at his ticket stub as the two took a seat in the middle stadium row.

“Well, we’ve both been looking forward to it. It’s gonna be great and totally worth all that trouble, and they’ll forgive us,” the dragon replied as he propped his feet up on the chair ahead of him. It was rude to do so, but he had to take advantage of the light while it lasted. True to form, it wasn’t long before he felt his kittylove’s throat undulating with his low purring.

“Hon, put your feet down …” mewled Modem like a kitten. Sabre grinned and leaned over, giving the cat’s cheektuft a suckling kiss.

“Mmm, why? There’s no one sitting there yet …”

“Because they’re teasing me, that’s why.”

“Come on, you know you want to,” the dragon cooed into his mate’s ear, draping his arm across thick golden shoulders, giving him a loving squeeze. “Put your foot on mine … Feel how powerful it is …”

Such an invitation couldn’t go to waste, the splaying and curling of the efreet’s toes calling to the lionlynx in words unheard to the naked ear. He rested his head on his husband’s shoulder and gurgled out a wanton meow as his leg hesitantly lifted itself, bringing his lovely padded paw to bear next to the shiny green one that also belonged to him. The kitty’s toes also fanned out a bit, as if preparing themselves for what they wanted to do, and Modem’s foot started to inch its way over, settling more of itself atop Sabrewing’s, covering up dark emerald with his own precious metal.

“See? Doesn’t that feel wonderful?” hissed his dragonboi, grazing the side of his temple with a coy lick as he drummed and arched his toes up into the padded sole trying so hard to surpress him, making the feline pant a little. “See what your paws can do for you?”

“Oh, I know what they can do for me. They’ll get theirs later,” growled the feline as he adjusted his shorts, pushing his foot down hard onto the dragon’s as they nestled in closer together, just in time for the lights to start dimming as the previews commenced. The usual Hollywood dredgery occupied most of them, although the pair both agreed that Happy Feet looked very cute and charming. Sabre couldn’t resist chuckling at the end of it as he thought of something.

“Wonder if there are any penguin-biased pawsluts out there.” The two chuckled and settled more into the seats and watched the opening credits.

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“Are you ready now?” Sabre called up the stairs, straightening his purple and black diagonal-stripe necktie. “The chicken is almost ready to come out of the oven, and we shouldn’t let it get cold!”

“Just a minute!” came the sing-song reply back to him. Sabre chuckled and shook his head in amusement, strolling into the dining room and setting a couple of plates across from each other at the table before heading into the kitchen to check on the garlic mashed potatoes. Seeing them steam nicely along, the dragon hummed a little ditty under his breath while he stirred up the candied yams, putting the wooden spoon down to fix the leather belt on his dark blue dress trousers. He did so love to prepare a marvelous feast when he had a good reason to.

“All done …”

Sabre turned and looked, captivated by the sight of his freshly preened mate who was propped on an elbow in the doorjamb. Modem’s mane still looked as wild as ever, but it shone with a smooth gloss that made it catch the light easily, making the black parts even blacker. A rich white old-style men’s blouse covered up the lionlynx’s torso, no doubt a choice inspired by the exploits of the famous pirate captain that afternoon, and he wore black slacks with a red sash that only accented the roguish appearance. Sabre chuckled and lowered the heat on a few of the side dishes and stepped over to his beau.

“Your paws’ve been into the credit cards again …” he purrs as he leans in and takes the feline in a warm kiss. Modem could only murmur as their lips touched for a moment, running his paws through his dragon’s rich red hair.

“Kitties spoil themselves with pretty things. You know this already.”

“I most certainly do,” Sabey churred his agreement as he stepped back over to tend to the simmering food. “The salad is already tossed if you’d like to take it out to the table.”

Modem grinned and hefted up the bowl of Caesar greens, stepping into the dining room. Two tall candles – one green, one gold – were lit and flickering silently in the otherwise dim room, making the cat’s heart swell up at the sight as the salad was set to their side. Sabre followed a moment later, the steam still rising from the freshly basted bird. He smiled proudly as it went right in between the candles.

“I tried out a new recipe: Aussie chicken, with a honey-mustard sauce with mushrooms, bacon, and a bit of cheese.”

“Mmm, sounds divine,” said the kitty who went back into the kitchen to get some more of the dishes. He called out, “Would you like a Hawaiian roll?”

“Is our dessert going to be tasty?” Sabre hooted back as his answer, grinning stupidly. He was so easy to please with certain culinary delights.

In due course, the table was set, and the pair were taking their seats across from each other, the radio having been turned to a evening station with a tendency towards romantic music. It wasn’t long before the soulful love ballads of Pine Marten Gaye were tickling their eardrums over the airwaves.

“A toast?” asked the dragon, lifting up a bottle of champagne he had bought for the occasion, popping its cork and pouring its bubbly contents into their glasses. Modem’s cheeks couldn’t help flushing as he lifted his glass to meet his mate’s.

“To us,” Sabre purred, looking across into Modem’s eyes that reflected the candlelight. “To a long, prosperous marriage to he whom I gave myself a year ago. So long as I’m with you, no hell could ever swallow me up.”

“To us,” echoed the grinning kitty, and their glasses clinked.

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The meal went smoothly enough, with the two lovebirds making doting glances at one another as they chatted about their year together, old flames and what they had learned from those experiences. Food gradually made its way into their bellies, various compliments to the chef being expressed as Modem leaned over on more than one occasion to touch lips with his efreet, their feet and toes intermingling under the table in a cute little game of “footsie”. When they were finished, they both cleared the table, the candles having burned very low on their sticks and ringed with a pool of melted wax, just enough light to eat dessert by.

“Hurry, cut i-i-i-i-it!” whimpered the dragon as he followed Modem back out to the table with his tail and wings drooping anxiously, the kitty holding the cheesecake up like some divine object … to Sabre’s eyes, anyway.

“Hmm-hmm-hmm, you’re so adorable when you’re lusting after something,” cooed Modem back as he set the cake down and lowered a knife, slicing through the sugary treat into a number of slices. He’d just barely set one slice onto a plate when the dragon swiped it up and giggled to himself. Modem had long ago gotten used to this behavior; it was Sabey’s weakness, after all. Thankfully, the meal had been big enough, and the cake had been big enough, that neither of them could have more than two slices apiece without feeling very full. There was still a long night ahead.

The clock in the foyer rung with the tenth hour as the pair finished cleaning up from their exquisite dinner, they stepped into the living room nearby where Sabre set about making a fire in the hearth, setting some logs ablaze to replace the now-extinguished candles.

“Dance with me?” cooed his kittylove, who came back from turning up the radio so they could hear; a quiet piano melody was now intoning through the speakers, talented fingers tickling the ivories for the enamored males who were slipping into each other’s arms, starting to step and sway from side to side, just a slow movement helped by the utter contentment in the pits of their bodies.

Modem’s cheektuft pressed to Sabre’s chest as they moved as one, listening to the faint murmurs of a powerful heartbeat underneath all those layers of scale, muscle and life. Big catpaws pundled the carpet with his slight steps, followed closely by his dragon’s equally powerful feet, put to such delicate use right now. Another breathy sigh lifted from his spirit.

“I love you so much …” he whimpered as he closed his eyes, Sabre’s hands petting reassuringly over the billowy blouse. His furred lips pressed to the thick tuft of red fur dividing his dragon’s pecs, “Thank you so much for the beautiful day …”

“Mmm, it’s not over yet, darling …” replied the dragon, kissing into the leolynx’s mane right in between his ears. “There’s still one last thing we’re going to do to ring in our next year properly …” This made Modem smile and brush his rough tongue over Sabre’s chestscales, making the big reptilian purr louder and shiver.

“Not just yet … Hold me for a bit longer … But undress me while you do …”

The dragon nodded, his nose nuzzling through the cat’s hair as they continued to dance, accompanied by the crescendos of piano music and the crackling of sparks in the roaring fireplace. His fingers found Modem’s sash and carefully unlooped it from around his waist, letting the dragon slip the cat’s shirt out of his trousers so he could start unbuttoning it. As he did, Modem undid the dragon’s necktie and tossed it thoughtlessly into a corner of the dark room, then lowered his arms, the dragon tugging off his shirt and leaving both of their torsos bare and pressed warmly together.

“You know …” purred the dragon as he slipped his arms back around his kitten and resumed leading him in the slow song, now being played by a string quartet, “I feel so at peace when we’re together … Like nothing bad could ever happen to me.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” Modem crooned back, nuzzling into Sabre’s muffiny chest and licking the flickering scales. His paws slipped lower, brushing past the waistband of Sabre’s slacks.

“Hmmm, and now you’re looking for something, it seems.” Sabre chuckled as he felt the leolynx’s fingers trailing around the hole in his pants through which came his long tail, which swayed in time with their steps. Grinning unseen into the dragon’s chestruff, Modem growled and gave it a good hard yank, holdning on tight for what he knew would follow.

Modem’s feet left the ground as his lover burst to a bigger, more sensational height, his horns coming dangerously close to skewering the ceiling as a result of his tug-induced growth, his slacks becoming shredded in the process of trying to hold onto the growing dragon’s thighs and failing miserably, falling in a heap of rags around his ankles. The lynx knew just how much pressure to apply to make him still fit in the room and yet grow as he loved to see him do, grinning up at his efreet, who was now about fifteen feet tall. His eyes closed in a cute, delighted expression, the tip of his tongue poking from between his lips.

“Found it.”

“Of course, that means you’ll be buying me a new pair of dress pants,” Sabre growled back with a wink. “And since mine are off, I think it’s only fair that you do the same.”

Modem smiled and nodded his agreement, sliding from his love’s arms as he set about undoing his own pants, Sabre licking his lips as he takes a seat, curling his bare toes in anticipation. The firelight deepened the lynx’s natural golden coloring to a blazing orange while he turned to face away from the dragon, letting him see his pert, muscular backside being revealed bit by bit as his waistband slips down, drawing his black-tipped tail through the hole along the way. Even with their size difference, Modem’s rump was still one of the most delectable things he could ever gaze upon, especially with how the fireplace made shadows creep and dance over the twin mounds’ surface and the cleft dividing them, long feline tail hiking itself up and waving enticingly to the groaning reptile.

“You’re getting fat, sweetie,” the lynx teased as he pointed over his shoulder at the dragon’s crotch, where his sheath had long since stopped slumbering and was showing his ebony phallus nearly halfway extended from its home, with more on the way. Sabey just smirked and winked at the kittycat, who was kicking his trousers away.

“And if I was small enough, you would be seeing first-hand just how fat – and long – I can get, wouldn’t you? But no, I can see the look in your pretty eyes,” the dragon rumbled, lying flatter on his back, his wings stretched out over the carpeted floor. “You’re looking to mount the big bad dragon, aren’t you? Feel that sense of power surging through your body?”

“Mmm … Am I that easy to figure out?” cooed the lion-lynx who was getting onto all fours and turning back around, not giving the dragon much of a viewpoint to see his low-hanging endowments that were being poised up between Sabre’s spreading legs. “I’m a playful kitty, after all, and there’s few better places to play than up under my husband’s tail.”

“Y’don’t … mmph, say …” grunted the dragon back as the smaller feline rested his hands to either side of his mate’s mammoth mass, purring hard inside, the tip of his pink erection bumping up to the dragon’s balls. Hefting them up, he was soon pressed into the cleft of Sabre’s own scaly buttocks, seeking out the ring of muscle nestled deep between that led into the dragon proper. Even with their differing sizes, Modem was no slouch when it came to genital size, his glans spreading Sabre’s tailhole open gradually to start easing itself inside, making the dragon’s own member pulse thickly against his rippling abdomen.

“Mmm, see? And I’m a big kitty, too … Gods, so warm …” Modem’s position straightened up between the efreet’s thighs as he slid his length into his husband in one long thrust, bumping his ballsac again Sabre’s bum and growling from the tightness enveloping his member now. The fire cast Modem into a dark silhouette for the dragon to watch as his hips started to rock back and forth, thrusting into his immense mate.

“Prrrrr, just like that … Make love to me, kitten …” Sabre groaned, reaching for his love’s sides and grasping him, his fingers touching in fully encircling the humping cat’s body, his thumbs picking up the quickening pulse of Modem’s heartbeat. He could feel his ears warming up in his growing ecstasy, Modem’s belly- and chestfur grinding atop his throbbing member with his efforts to hump back against his mate. Modem purred as he felt the plump maleness pulsing against his belly.

“And I get a bellyful of dragoncum, too … What a wonderful anniversary present …” he mewed, dipping his head to kiss the tip of Sabre’s three-foot length that made his mouth water with desire for it. The dragon shuddered again, a syrupy pump of precum gushing into Modem’s muzzle as the cat took the tip between his lips, his rough tongue making the sensitive flesh quiver needfully between his lips as Sabre’s arms tightened around him. The dragon could feel his balls swelling just thinking about emptying into his kitty, much like how Modem’s would soon be filling him with his love. He gripped the cat hybrid harder with a lusty growl.

The two lovers writhed and ground into one another in their firelit sexual display, the room’s walls echoing with the sounds of their lovemaking. Sabre found his hips bouncing between his kitty’s groin and muzzle, feeding him his maleness one second, impaling himself on catcock the next, loving every ticking second of it. His growls of passion rang in Modem’s ears like heaven’s bells, savoring how Sabre moaned his name as he pistoned his shaft through his lover’s depths. The leolynx grinned as he felt Sabre’s thighs digging into his sides, trying to stimmy his growing need to climax.

“PrrrrRRRrrrr, and I can see something else that I need to give some attention to!” moaned the feline after popping his muzzle off of the cock he was sucking on, as he managed to heft up the dragon’s legs, bending them in towards his chest to better elevate his succulent paws into the air. Thick green toes waggled temptingly to either side of his muzzle, making him shiver with a wave of euphoria to have those special paws so close and available for his every whim. Meowing in excitement, Modem tugged the dragon’s right foot to his face and stuffed his muzzle silly with Sabre’s toes, the other paw getting pressed up to the cat’s cheek to curl and knead at his pretty tuft, and his hips pounded even faster into his mate’s rump, pumping his cock swiftly through the clenching tailhole.

“Ohhhhhh, nnnnnnngh!” Sabre snorted, his toes curling up between Modem’s lips and digging into the cat’s rough tongue, pinning it in place. “You’re always so wonderfully feisty when you’re dommy ..!” Modem just growled in reply, muzzle tugging urgently on Sabre’s footpaw as he pounded his hips harder.

Seeing stars, the dragon snarled and arched his back, his member throbbing almost painfully against the lynx’s belly, ready to let his dam burst messily. Knowing his husband so well, Modem’s teeth pinched into the dragon’s toes as he bucked harder and quicker, heating him up nicely … and then zipped his muzzle back to the efreet’s loins just in time to catch the first groaning splash of tangy cum against the back of his throat. His hips machine-gunned Sabre’s spasming ass which milked wantonly at his pistoning shaft until he, too, was loosing his loads of spunk into his mate, the two males moaning and emptying their balls into each other, Modem nearly choking on how much seed his size-altered dragon had to offer. It gave him a warm fullness in his belly, making him feel a bit sleepy when coupled with the drained feeling in his loins that splashed their slick goo into the well-ridden dragon.

Collapsing forward onto the dragon, he slurped down the last pulses of cum he was given, the thick cock popping from his maw as he panted in sated desire, his weight bearing down on Sabre who coddled him between his warm thighs, panting just as tiredly. They exchanged a slack-jawed smile, their ears perking as the clock down the hall had just finished chiming midnight. Sabre’s paw petted down Modem’s back, stroking him fondly as the fire crackled behind them.

“Happy anniversary, love … And many more to come …”

THE END!