Plin Ch 4.20

Hugo spent the entire day battling his longing for Plin, a yearning that felt like lovesickness.

Since he started leaving work early, his daily routine was filled with anticipation. The drive from The Scope Media building to Plin’s apartment, where he was now staying, took only 15 minutes. Every moment, from the drive itself to each step he took towards the apartment, filled him with a giddy happiness.

Ding-dong.

He could have used the fingerprint scanner, but Hugo deliberately rang the doorbell.

Standing at the entrance, he smiled and said, “It’s me.” Hearing Plin’s flustered voice through the door lock speaker, “I’ll open the door, just a moment!”, he had the absurd thought of wanting to have a child with Plin, a child who looked just like him.

Would the child have silver hair, brown eyes, and little horns? It would be kind, since it would be Plin’s child. Or maybe mischievous, since it would also be his. The odds were fifty-fifty.

Click.

The lock didn’t unlock automatically. Instead, the door opened, revealing Plin’s silver head.

“I still don’t know how to use that thing.”

Hugo pulled Plin into a tight embrace, burying his face in his hair and inhaling his scent. The smell of his hair, the nape of his neck, the scent of his skin, which he had missed so intensely for hours.

“Come in.”

Plin said, stepping back while still in Hugo’s arms.

“I’m so tired.”

“Did you have a long day?”

“Yes. Hold my hand, I feel like I’m going to collapse.”

Hugo feigned weakness, taking Plin’s offered hand and shuffling inside. He wanted to act a little spoiled.

“Plin.”

“Yes?”

“What did you do today? Did you think about me? I thought about you all day. Did you… miss me?”

Hugo peppered him with questions.

“I made two batches of deliveries, went to the market to buy ingredients, and made a hundred bottles of juice. I’m also working on a new product.”

It was Plin’s daily routine, which Hugo already knew. Since Plin wanted to resume his business, a few security guards followed him, reporting his every move to Hugo.

“You were really busy, darling.”

“Yes, I was. But I thought about you, Executive Director.”

“…That’s great, darling.”

At Hugo’s praise, Plin cleared his throat.

“Uh, but what’s that?”

Plin pointed at the shopping bag in Hugo’s hand.

“A present.”

He handed the bag to Plin, who immediately buried his nose in it, his nostrils twitching as he analyzed the scent.

“I’ll guess what it is by the smell!”

“It’s not food.”

“Oh…”

Plin looked slightly disappointed. His primal survival instinct, associating presents with food, made Hugo’s heart ache for Plin’s deep-rooted poverty.

“Clothes?”

The gift was a few articles of clothing. Comfortable T-shirts and slacks for now, with plans to gradually fill his wardrobe with appropriate attire for various occasions.

“Yes. Do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re great… It’s been a long time since I’ve had new clothes.”

Plin held a T-shirt against his shoulder, sniffing it, and stroking the fabric.

“In return, give me the one you’re wearing as a present.”

“My shirt? It’s really old.”

“I just… want to have it.”

More accurately, he wanted to collect it. Hugo wanted to add the worn T-shirt to his “Plin collection,” which included Plin’s coat lint, shed fur, and the broken drawer.

“Alright. Actually, I bought you a present too. At the market today.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Just a moment.”

Plin dashed off, his tail wagging, and returned with a package wrapped in brown paper. Blushing slightly, he said,

“You’ve been so good to me, I wanted to get you something. I couldn’t afford anything expensive, though. So… I want to make a lot of money by developing new products. I’ll treat you better when I’m successful.”

“What is all this?”

He unwrapped the package, and the assortment of items made him laugh.

A wooden finger massager, a shedding brush that looked like it came from a reptile specialty store, horn polishing oil, nutritional supplements for healthy scales, and a silicone ring of unknown purpose.

Even at a glance, it was clear Plin had put considerable effort into choosing gifts for Hugo. While they were largely unnecessary for Hugo, who spent most of his time in human form, the thoughtfulness behind them was deeply touching.

“Thank you so much… You’re the best.”

“You said you were tired, Executive Director? If you press your fourth finger with this massager, it’s supposed to relieve fatigue.”

Plin pressed Hugo’s fourth finger with the wooden massager. It felt like his finger was simply being pressed with a piece of wood, and he wasn’t particularly tired to begin with, but it seemed strangely effective.

“Yes, I feel much better already.”

“Really? I’m glad I picked a good one. And this shedding scraper…”

Plin, smiling softly, enthusiastically explained the shedding scraper, the horn polishing oil, and the other items.

“I understand all of that… but what’s this?”

Hugo asked, holding up the donut-shaped silicone ring. It was a pristine white, and while the outer part was soft, the inner part was quite firm. Hugo fiddled with the silicone donut, a look of complete bewilderment on his face.

“T-That’s… a buffer… To, um… try out later…”

“A buffer?”

It was a s*x toy designed to be worn on the p*nis to prevent overly deep penetration.

“Yes. I didn’t know such a thing existed… but I happened to learn about it, and it made me realize there are so many amazing inventors in the world…”

Plin mumbled, trying to discreetly put the buffer away.

“Why is this here…? I was going to put it somewhere else, but they got mixed up…”

“Ah. I see.”

“Y-Yes. It’s the right size, after all.”

Hugo picked up the donut buffer and suddenly slipped it onto Plin’s wrist. Plin gasped. He’d chosen the size carefully, but it was the first time he’d realized that Hugo’s was slightly thicker than his wrist.

“Hmm… this isn’t it. What is this, really?”

Hugo took it off Plin’s wrist, realizing it wasn’t what he’d thought.

“This is meant to be worn somewhere.”

Plin simply nodded.

Hugo turned the buffer over a few times and then, seemingly clueless, placed it on Plin’s head like a hat.

Plin snatched the buffer from his head and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, which immediately bulged. He planned to hide it somewhere safe, in case Hugo figured out its purpose and threw it away.

“Give it here. I’ll put it to good use.”

Hugo said, as if reading Plin’s mind. Plin, even the suspicious fox, looked up at him.

“Thanks for the c*ck sock.”

“Ah, that…!”

He’d meant to protest, but “cock sock” seemed like the most accurate term. Hugo kissed Plin’s pouting cheek.

“I’m going to take a shower. Let’s try it out tonight.”

“Not tonight!”

Plin shouted after Hugo, who playfully twirled the donut buffer on his finger as he headed to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, Plin was in the bedroom, buried under a pile of clothes, as if he’d made a nest. The sight made Hugo chuckle.

He walked over to Plin and hugged him from behind. The peculiar scent of new clothes mixed with the musky scent of Plin’s fur created a strangely satisfying sensation.

“I think I’m in heat. All I could think about while showering was having s*x with you. Smelling you like this makes it even worse.”

Hugo said with a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkled and slightly red. The flush could have been from a fever, or from arousal.

“Heat…?”

Plin’s ears perked up at Hugo’s words.

“If we did it every time I wanted to, your ass would be completely worn out. I’ve been masturbating multiple times a day, just imagining it. It’s been like this lately.”

“How can you…”

Plin’s eyes widened, and his ears tilted back 30 degrees, as if shocked. They say couples with similar libidos are more compatible, but Hugo wondered what was so shocking about his confession.

The fox then asked an unexpected question.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Huh?”

Plin turned to look at Hugo.

“I didn’t know you were in heat. Have you been holding back this whole time?”

While Hugo had used the term “heat” metaphorically, Plin seemed to be taking it literally. Sensing something was amiss, Hugo asked,

“…Well, you could say that. Do foxes… do foxes also have a heat cycle?”

“Mine is once a year, in January or February.”

Hugo blinked slowly. This was news to him. He vaguely remembered hearing about shifter species with heat cycles.

“…Soon, then. How have you been dealing with your heat so far?”

Hugo asked, trying to sound nonchalant, though he was already anticipating January and February.

“I just stayed home. I took medicine and slept…”

So, he had to take suppressants if he didn’t have a partner. A glint appeared in Hugo’s eyes. Plin, as if he had something more pressing to confirm, asked hurriedly,

“Foxes are in heat for about 12 days total during that month. It’s a cycle of three days a week for four weeks. I don’t know if it’ll be in January or February this time, but it’s been mostly January for me. How about you?”

Plin had readily revealed his own heat cycle. He seemed eager to know how much it overlapped with Hugo’s.

“Hmm. Let me see…”

Hugo pretended to be trying to recall the exact dates as he reached for the buttons on Plin’s pants. The buttons were placed around the tail hole, designed to prevent it from stretching too much. As he undid the buttons, the tail hole widened, revealing a glimpse of Plin’s b*ttocks.

He was wearing white drawers.

“Huh? Nngh…”

Hugo slipped his hand through the tail hole, grabbing one of Plin’s rounded b*ttocks and kneading it roughly. In reality, neither dragons nor drakes had a specific heat cycle. He blurted out a blatant lie.

“I think mine is all winter. How do foxes usually spend their heat?”

“We’re pretty normal. Our genitals swell… hngh, become engorged…”

Hugo’s hand slipped down, hooking a finger under the waistband of Plin’s drawers and rubbing against his bare skin.

“And?”

“Anyway, we need a partner. If we have one… I’ve seen my friends. It’s really, really good, heut! …After the heat, they lose weight and can barely… walk. Because they do it so much.”

“Haaa… I seeee.”

Aroused by Plin’s words, Hugo nibbled on the ear brushing against his cheek. Plin, despite only having his b*ttocks touched, wagged his tail excitedly.