FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ghost was wearing his new clothing, a lot more red and maroon than he preferred, but it was the fashion after all. Mirabelle had assigned him to a job informing guards and general patrols about how to deal with humans. Simple behaviors, actions, and greetings. The idiocy and simple-mindedness of the dragons was enough to make him forget about his tight clothing.

“Again. Why is it not okay to bare your teeth?”

In a smallish room sat about thirty guardsmen, only one raised their hand, “Because... uh... because... humans... like it?”

Ghost facepalmed and punched a wall, “No, because you are fucking dragons. Creatures that not only existed solely in myth until about three months ago. Now you're an invading alien species. The political part went over well, but until you learn to keep civilians at ease, nobody is going to trust you with anything. If there's a threat, why would they come up to a hungry looking winged lizard man?!”

The ashamed class looked away, “Sorry, sir.”

“For fucks sake.” Ghost had been trying for four hours. The average time it took for a class was three hours, “Don't do anything stupid. Don't act aggressive. A simple nod is more than enough. Keep a look out, but don't stare anyone down. How hard is that to remember?!”

Another hand was raised, “How do we... uh... talk to them?”

“I'm... I'm done. If it's morning, say 'good morning,' afternoon, evening, same thing. Got it? If you like a piece of clothing or accessory, mention it in a calm way. We're done. Get out of here. Not like I won't be seeing you again.” Ghost pulled a gyuri from his vest pocket. It was an odd treat, bittersweet but also numbing. Shaped like a cigarette, it was best to be eaten in small bites, “Pockets... I forgot how good it was to have pockets.” He looked like a Victorian man with a hint of futuristic articles, but at the very least he didn't have to wear the clothing in his home.

He left the room after the last dragon left and made his way to the mall. Miel was off and wanted to hang out, and since he had nothing better to do, he agreed to join her, “About time!” She was holding a paper bag filled with some junk food, “I was getting bored.”

“No you weren't. You were getting hungry.” Ghost finished off the gyuri, “You dragons are really stupid, you know that?”

“I know I ain't smart, but there are some smart dragons you know.” They began to walk, “Can't name any off the top of my head now that I think about it. I bet those nobles are pretty smart.”

“Arrogance is not intelligence.” Miel stopped by a trinket store, “Oh look, I needed a new candle holder.”

Silver finished and sturdy, it appeared a bit too sophisticated for Miel, “You sure about that?”

“Of course! I like my home fancy and classy like the rich folks. Makes me feel important.” Ghost was beginning to suspect that Miel was more than just a happy-go-lucky pervert. She was probably a neat freak who liked the finer things. Unexpected to say the least, “I've even got the candles for it.”

“Whatever. I'm following you.” They continued their stroll for a time.

“Soo... how's your new gig?”

Ghost did not want to relive the day, “Not well. Let's leave it at that. Hold up. I'm running out of drinks.”

“What sorts of drinks?”

“The kind that come in bottles and cylinders.” He entered a liquor store and grabbed a cart, “You like shiny stuff, I like memory erasers.”

“I bet it's not all bad, I mean you get to meet new people every day and yell at them. You're almost their boss.”

Ghost put a bottle in the cart, “Almost isn't quite there. I'm just a teacher. Still, I would think your advanced species could spend enough time to know simple reactions with dominated peoples. Baring your teeth at everyone you see isn't going to make you many friends.”

Miel shrugged, “I don't know. Seems to work for me. But that's 'cause I keep my teeth clean and sparkly.” She showed them off, “See?”

Ghost struggled to keep from rolling his eyes, “Not what I mean. Anyway. Since when did you get midweek off?” Miel was usually only off on the weekends. Time off requests for public servants were rarely accepted and often looked down upon, leaving a mark on an unseen permanent record. A steep price to pay, but free housing and respect are a decent trade off.

She picked up a bottle for herself, “Oh, you know, just holiday stuff. Three days off is pretty great.” Ghost was unaware of any holidays. In fact, he didn't care. What the dragons did was their own business. As long as he wasn't bothered, there wasn't a problem.

He finished up his shopping, set the delivery order, and left with Miel, “Hey... you wouldn't happen to know of any other humans around the tower, would you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, then apparently everyone is looking for you. Forgot to take my earbud out.” Miel was fiddling with her ear, “So, I guess we have to go to the entrance.”

“I thought you were off work.”

Miel shrugged, “Meh, things happen.” The two walked to an elevator and took a long ride down. Inside the entrance area stood Marqu and Mirabelle, next to them was a large cage with a rather rough looking dog inside, “Well, I brought 'im. What's the commotion?”

“Officer Miel, thank you for your cooperation in this matter.” Mirabelle was able to be very official at a moment's notice, and her status in the dragon community meant that she was immediately trusted. Even Miel, in her completely relaxed state, straightened up and saluted.

“So you have a dog now. What does that have to do with me?”

Marqu tapped the top of the cage, “I was just out and about, looking for new interesting styles and product, when I stumbled upon a group of humans harrassing this poor creature. After I summoned the security, I figured that you two would have something in common. Poor dear.”

Ghost took a closer look by leaning over, “Young. Less than a year. Husky. Mostly at least. Why would I want this dog?”

“I thought you would like the companion ship. A more familiar face at home would very likely help you cheer up a bit, no?”

Mirabelle nodded in agreement, “Taking care of a child has been shown to improve both mood and add a sense of purpose to life. I have already made arrangements for food and care to be provided. Come, I will have a medical professional use gathered information to inspect for any injuries or illness. You may name the creature late.” Mirabelle walked toward, then a little way past, Ghost, “Come, I have things to discuss.”

The two walked in silence to the elevators and took one up to Ghost's floor, “What do you have to talk about? I thought you were busy.”

Mirabelle was a foot taller than Ghost, so it was harder to hide her expressions. She turned her head away as far as reasonably possible, “Just simple things. Nothing too complex, I assure you. Simple.” Opposite of her official behavior was her nervous posture. Even her voice softened, no doubt a side that very few ever see.

Ghost wasn't sure what to expect, but there was no threat of danger. Mirabelle was too soft to harm him, but she was also uncertain of her own motives. Therefore, she was far too unpredictable for comfort. The elevator stopped and Mirabelle wordlessly walked to Ghost's door, “Fine. I assume you'll talk soon.” Ghost unlocked his door and went inside.

Mirabelle quickly shuffled in like a nervous little girl and sat on the first chair she found, “Right, well, you see...”

Ghost shut the door as calmly as possible and opened up a can of whatever awful flavor of soft drink dragons liked, “Spit it out.”

She shut her eyes and sighed, “I'm not good with these sorts of things. I was talking with Marqu for a while, and he gave me advice, but I'm not sure if I can do this...”

Ghost didn't have a response, so he took a sip of his beverage. The semi-sweet concoction wasn't as bad as some, but it wasn't exactly a great taste. He set the can down and strolled to his bed, “Well when you think of something, let me know. I got all day.” He plopped down onto the firm mattress and stared blankly in Mirabelle's direction.

She was fidgeting in place and avoiding eye contact, “Well, I've been, you know, trying to think of the words, and, I, well...” She growled, “Marqu said it would be easier than this.”

Ghost didn't know what to make of the situation, so he sat patiently. He couldn't just leave her in this room alone, that would be rude, “Is it something about work?”

“I... would like... to perform oral sex on you.”

Time froze for a moment and Ghost had some difficulty comprehending what Mirabelle just said, “Uh...” At a loss for words, he kicked his brain into overdrive to think of something to say. Anything. Just a few words, “Why?”

“You're handsome, kind, smart, and honest. Bravery is also a factor. In addition, we are both single adults. It is not frowned upon nor is it illegal for two citizens of our society of any species to mate.” She stood up and quickly approached Ghost, “So, I'm going to begin.”

Ghost froze in place, unsure of how to react to this sudden turn in events. Mirabelle was quick in removing his pants, but the only thought he had was that it took him over a minute to get the belt and buckles on yet it took her a few seconds to get them completely off. Counterproductive to a defense, there was little he could do when Mirabelle started to lick his penis.

His body reacted as expected and Ghost was soon fully erect. He was stiff as a board while trying to think of a way to avoid this situation when Mirabelle engulfed his cock in her mouth and wrapped her long toungue around it. He didn't have many options, so he resigned himself to his fate as her head bobbed up and down.

Just like before, he wasn't desensitized yet and he came within a minute. He was able to retain his composure as Mirabelle made eye contact, swallowed, then continued at a slower rate. She maintained eye contact with a confused Ghost all the while. He was too sensitive to change his posture or react and it took the majority of his focus to keep from twitching and squirming.

While she moved her tongue around, Ghost did his best to regain control of his head. Pleasant feelings meant nothing in a world where everyone wanted you dead. She lifted her head off, “Does this feel good?”

“Of course it does, but why are you doing it?!” The first complete sentence he was able to muster.

“Good, I was hoping I was doing it right. I've never done this because I wanted to, so I needed advice first. I'm actually... happy that it's smooth.” She went back to sucking his dick, her tail slowly waving back and forth as she did.

Ghost did enjoy the sensation, but everything about this went against his instincts. Mirabelle was obviously doing her best to make it feel as good as possible, but Ghost wasn't nice enough to deserve it. The rough but tender tongue was making it hard to keep from orgasm, and Ghost was trying his hardest to not cum again. Mirabelle then shoved Ghost back onto the bed and held his hands, applying enough pressure to keep him down.

It was only another few seconds before he came again and felt Mirabelle swallow everything. She rested her head on his thigh and breathed a sigh of relief, “I'm glad I could do that. I was worried that I was never going to be able to get you to let me do this.”

Ghost was panting, “I don't think I let you. You just kinda did.”

“That may be, but you didn't stop me.”

He didn't have a comeback. He was still in shock and recovering, “I assume I looked uncomfortable. That should have been enough.”

Mirabelle lifted her head and looked up, “You always look uncomfortable.”

Ghost realized he had lost the argument, but didn't want to leave it that way. After a few seconds of searching for any combination of words to express his irritation, he sighed and relaxed his body, “Whatever. It felt nice at least.” His soda was sitting on a tiny night stand, but he wasn't thirsty. Mirabelle scooted up on the bed and laid next to him, “So why?”

“I like you, that's why.”

“I... don't dislike you as well.”

Mirabelle smiled, “Good to hear. What are your plans for the next two days? Other than your short class that is.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Good!” She sat up, “Then we can go on a proper date. I'll make plans. All you have to do is get ready.”

A dragon. A species that conquered Earth in two days. This was what had decided that Ghost was in a relationship. With her. Still, with all that had occurred, a roof over his head and readily available (and safe to consume) food was a lot better than being homeless. He shrugged, “Alright. Nothing too fancy.”