The Wyvern and the Bull (CBT)

As a preface to this story, I would like to take the opportunity to provide some shameless pluggage. This story was co-written with Docsigma, a member of the BB Fanatics Discord server, which is at the moment the most active CBT chat-hub I know of and includes both human and furry CBT content. I've met quite a few wonderful people there, and as far as I know it's been pretty welcoming thus far to those with a ballbusting fetish. Both run-of-the-mill and unrealistically gruesome scenarios can be found here, so there's no doubt something for everyone (this story is one of the latter, so it's definitely not for the faint of heart). If you wanna check out the server and make some new connections within the CBT community, the invite link can be found here!

The setting for this piece of writing is the M/M RP channel of the server, which has been rationalized in-universe as a sort of household in between the various dimensions everyone's OCs and personas come from. Docsigma's character, Minos, was originally an anthro (a minotaur, to be specific), but he was willing to change him into a kemonomimi (i.e. entirely human except for a few animal features) as per my personal preference, since I'm sadly uncomfortable with partaking in furry kink in general. I wanted to contribute a character of my own to move into the house, and at the suggestion of someone else on the channel, who wanted to see a dragon character, I came up with an admittedly somewhat half-assed character known as Talos, who is based on the Rathalos from the Monster Hunter games. I've wanted to experiment with one of the scenarios shown in this story for quite some time now and I'm glad Doc and I managed to bring it to life, so I'd like to offer my thanks to him for this experience as well as allowing me to publish the story on this blog! I hope to create more stories centered around the household and Talos in particular in the future, though that depends on how often I RP on the channel myself (which may not be that often, considering how busy I am these days).

Also, since I haven't been able to find the time to draw either of these two boys in detail, below are some visual aids I've found online that approximate their appearances as close as I've been able to manage:

• Minos
• Talos

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The Wyvern and the Bull

By Skaea

Contains: M/M ballbusting, peril, violence/gore, and graphic testicular harm.

Word Count: 5,567

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It was already half past midnight, and Minos was still struggling to sleep. How long he’d been in this strange household between dimensions, he didn’t know, but at the very least, there were worse places to be. And hey, the beds were comfy, so that was a plus.

In his youth, he had prowled some kind of subterranean labyrinth in who knew where, a minotaur of great size and power even for his kind. Not many people came to visit, and the reputation of minotaurs as man-eaters wasn’t exactly helpful. And neither, for that matter, was the fact that labyrinths like his were full of far too many man-eating monsters ready to slaughter any unfortunate adventurer who took even one step in the wrong direction. He had been born into combat and war, and had witnessed atrocities of almost every kind since childhood, even before he’d taken up residence in that blasted maze.

He was hard-pressed to admit it to himself, but even though his life had been violent and more than a little eventful, he’d still felt awfully lonely during those days. Especially when almost everyone who stopped by wanted him dead.

But that was before he’d arrived here, to this weird but oddly homely place. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, his form had changed upon his arrival as well - no doubt to fit the look of the house better. Though he was still ten feet tall and very heavily muscled, he now looked more man than bull, with copper-colored skin, golden eyes, and a heavily scarred upper body. All that remained of his original form, in fact, were his bovine ears, his tufted tail, and of course the impressive pair of horns rising from his great mane of waist-length, unkempt, dark brown hair - though his right horn had been snapped in half back when he was more bestial.

Having gotten a good look at himself, he honestly thought he looked handsome now - even if his flat human face looked a little strange. But hey, if people liked his new look, then so be it.

His inner monologue was quite rudely interrupted at that moment - for there was a thunderous crash and a sound of splintering branches from outside the house.

Startled awake, Minos threw off his covers, revealing a simple cotton loincloth underneath. What kind of idiot would make such a racket at this hour?! Grumbling wordlessly to himself, he only paused to slip on a simple T-shirt before trudging outside with a yawn, taking a flashlight with him to navigate his way through the darkened front yard.

He’d thought he’d happen across a car accident, or some stupid burglar in the middle of a botched attempt at a break-in. What awaited him, however, was far more surprising.

At first glance, what the light shone upon looked like a two-legged, leathery-winged dragon. A wyvern. It seemed to be stuck in the tree next to the driveway, its thrashing, stinger-tipped tail up in the air. Upon closer inspection, however, it turned out that the hapless screeching dragon had the face and torso of a youthful, dark-haired Asian man, albeit with short horns crowning his head and reptilian yellow eyes. He was red-scaled, bristling with spikes, but none of his natural armor had been of any use protecting the two badly scratched, enormous cocks sprouting from his crotch - or more importantly, his fist-sized naked balls, one of which was now impaled on a sharp broken tree branch like a marshmallow on a skewer.

“AAAAAAAH! C-CALL A HEALER! N-NOOOO, I’M S-SLIPPIIIIING!!!”

“W-woah!” Minos cried in alarm, feeling sympathy pains as he dropped the flashlight. Reaching up with one massive arm, he immediately attempted to yank the guy free, only to make the situation worse. All he did was push the branch in deeper, making the thicker part spread the hole in his hapless nut! Realizing quickly that pulling him out wasn’t going to work, the bull-man proceeded to yank the hapless dragon boy to the side, snapping the branch off the tree - although it was still pierced right through the dragon’s testicle, the rough bark shredding and tearing at the delicate flesh inside as the branch was shifted around roughly!

“GYAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

The wyvern let out an ungodly scream, blasting a jet of fire twenty feet into the air. “IT’S STILL IN T-THEEERRRREEEE!!!” Blood and spunk gushed from where the branch stuck out from his sack, staining the lawn under him an ugly crimson.

Minos let out a startled yell at the bright light. “My fucking eyes!” he cried, squeezing his eyes shut and accidentally dropping the dragon-man to the ground. The wyvern's body landed with the branch directly under it, forcing the sharp tip into the dirt whilst crushing the weakened organ.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!”

The wyvern shrieked a second time, blasting a jet of fire that accidentally hit Minos’ groin. He curled up in a fetal position upon the grass, desperately attempting to wrench the branch out with his claws while his dual members inexplicably went hard as granite, spraying sticky white liquid onto the lawn.

“AAAAH, FUCKING HELL!” Minos yelled, smacking his crotch repeatedly and eventually managing to put the fire out. Most of his pubic hair had been singed off by the blast, leaving his balls naked and a bit tender, but he had much bigger concerns right now. Growling impatiently, he put his massive foot down on the wyvern's back, pinning him down, and then reached down to grab the branch. With one swift movement, he then ripped it out of the dragon boy's wounded crotch! Or tried to, anyway.

“AYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

The young man let out a scream so loud that it set of car alarms across the street! Blood and sperm poured from the gaping hole in his scrotum and onto the grass, and then he desperately cupped his wing claws around his wounded sack to stem the bleeding, choking off with a gurgle.

Minos grunted in reply, tearing off a strip of fabric from his shirt. With no time to waste, he wrapped it around the bleeding nut, focusing on the injury until he’d tied it off as tightly as possible. The bleeding stopped a second later, the circulation to the dragon’s balls was cut off completely. The larger man sighed in relief, and wiped his spunk and blood covered hands on the remnants of his shirt. The worst was over… for now.

Gasping, panting, the wyvern looked up at his quite destructive savior with a mix of annoyance and, of course, gratitude. “I… I h-had it under c-control…” he wheezed, and then he passed out on the grass…


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It was another hour or so before the wyvern woke up in the living room of the house. Propped upon the couch, he immediately noticed that he still had a deep pain in his wounded ball. Looking down, he noticed it now had a large patch on it, with sterile bandages. It still hurt, but he’d rate the pain at a decent four out of ten, rather than, say, twenty.

Nearby, a certain bull-man was washing his hands clean of any remaining gore, having taken his very bloody shirt off and set it aside. He didn’t notice he was awake, but in his defense, he was tired, sweaty, and more than a little annoyed. He must’ve worked very, very hard to fix up his new guest.

The shorter man looked around, surprised at his conditions. He’d expected something a little more… wooden in construction. He was obviously worried that he’d accidentally torch the place down, but that was the least of his problems by this point. At least his balls didn’t hurt as much…

His attention was instantly drawn to the bigger man, instantly noting the bull horns jutting from his hair. “W-wha…? Uh, excuse me? Horned mammal? W-where am I?"

The taller man looked over and sighed in relief. “You’re in a group house, and man, I gotta say, I was worried you might bleed out. Took me a good long time to get all the wood out, suture you up and put in stitches. Though I used a little of my own secret recipe to help make sure your baby maker wasn’t totally dead.”

The wyvern exhaled a puff of smoke. “I… I had it under control. Dragons heal very quickly… You shoulda seen how a lindwyrm puts ’imself back together if you chop ’im to pieces!” He looked away, feeling annoyed and embarrassed. “Still… thanksIguessnowdoesanybodyhaveagoddamnloincloth…”

“You were hanging by your nut, and I’ll have ya know I wanted to make sure you lived. And I didn’t know dragons healed quickly.” The other male huffed impatiently, picking up a nearby pair of workout shorts and tossing them at the dragon. Not that he needed them at the moment - his loincloth clung to his hips quite nicely.

“It wasn’t necessary, but the thought counted. Most people who find a wyvern hangin’ by his eggs on somethin’ sharp prefer to shank ’em in the throat.” He took the shorts in his wing claws, stretching them a little inquisitively. “Do these come with a tail hole, or…?"

“Just stretch it out a bit, you ungrateful lizard,” the bull-man growled in reply, now beginning to clean up the stuff he had used to sterilize the wound. “It may be made for a smaller tail, but it’s elastic. Should stretch just fine.”

“I said thank you, isn’t that enough? And I do feel just a bit grateful for your thoughtfulness, ’cuz otherwise I’d be dead by now.” The wyvern grumbled wordlessly while slipping his pants on, taking care not to tear the fabric with his talons. “And the name’s Talos. Or at least that’s how you mammals would say it.”

“You just said it half-assed, and where I come from, that’s rude,” the larger male replied, heading over to the trash can to dispose of the debris he pulled out. Talos noticed that there were about ten pieces of wood that had been removed, all in different sizes, and he could even see chunks of dead nut meat that the bull-man had cut out as well. “Name’s Minos,” said the bull-man, dumping the whole mess in the bin.

Talos’ face paled. Had he really been hurt that badly? “…oh. Well, I never thought I’d say this to anyone, but… Thank you, Minos. And I really do mean it - that shit looks like it hurt me way more than I thought,” he added with a shudder.

Minos chuckled a bit, going over and patting Talos on the back. “Don’t worry, I’m just a little strung out. Had to steady my hand and such.” Talos had to admit that the other man smelled kinda nice, like an earthy aroma that came from his thick locks. “If you don’t mind me asking, Talos, how’d you get up there? And do you want something to drink? All that screaming you did must have killed your throat.”

“Water is fine, I guess. Though if my face gets soaked I won’t be able to breathe fire until I dry out… Guess that’s a good thing, though.” The wyvern chuckled dryly. “And I honestly don’t know. I was doin’ battle with another dragon when the world began to spin all around me for some weird fuckin’ reason, and then I crashed into that damn tree and almost got neutered. Must’ve been a wizard’s portal or sumthin’…”

Minos nodded in agreement. A moment later, he’d fetched a bottle of water and opened it for his new acquiantance, even put a straw in it too because he was quite sure those wing claws would have difficulty positioning it otherwise. “Sorry, easier that way right?” he asked. “And yeah, never been into magic myself, they use it against me, especially fire.” He shuddered a bit at the memories from the labyrinth.

“Oh… Uh… Thanks, I guess,” he grumbled, before taking a long sip of water. “And I thought as much. From that scream I heard earlier, you didn’t seem to like getting your nards scorched…”

“Yeah, those not resistant tend to not like having our nuts roasted.” he says, moving his shorts to show his burnt scrotum. Talos couldn't help but lick his chops at the sight - each of Minos’ nuts were the size of a human head, and hung almost six inches below his crotch, bare and looking quite soft.

Talos raised an eyebrow, setting the bottle aside. “Well, I guess that’s one advantage we have over potential dragonslayers,” he laughed, poking one of his nuts with his sack… perhaps a little too hard. He didn’t draw blood, of course, but the sharp point meeting the sensitized hide was still painful.

Minos snorted, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “Eh, watch it,” he warned him, though he kept his danglers out anyway - they needed to breathe a bit from the scorching they got. “They're still tender.” He indicated towards said danglers now peeking from the slit in his briefs, the massive head of his eighteen-inch cock hidden above them.

The wyvern looked away, wiping the drool from his mouth. “Yeah… Sorry, guess wasn’t lookin’ where I was blastin’. I’ll try to be more careful next time.”

“More careful, huh?” The bull-man suddenly loomed over Talos, giving off a powerful and opposing aura. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you looking at my balls that way, buster!”

“…oh. I didn’t mean to eat them, if that’s what you were wondering.” The wyvern shrunk away from the behemoth of a man, realizing that he’d probably made a horrible mistake. “Mental note, may have gone too far…” Talos added under his breath.

Minos seemed to be ten feet of muscle and power, and had no doubt been in his fair share of fights - he could certainly beat the other man to a pulp with one hand tied. “So you fancy yourself a predator?” he asked, wrapping an arm around Talo’s shoulder and holding him close to his chiseled chest, his tail swishing back and forth. “That’s why you tried to roast them?” He pointed down to his raw eggs, each one a tempting meal that could feed someone to the brim - if you can get past the hunk.

“It was an accident! It was dark, my eyes were closed, everything was hurting and I didn’t know what I was yelling at!” He gulped in pure terror, knowing full well what an angry territorial herbivore, even in the form of a slightly beastly person, could do. “Pleasedon’tkillme…” he whispered.

“I won’t, don’t worry. But if you even THINK about taking a bite outta these…” He chuckled darkly, ruffling Talos' hair - and then proceeded to knee the wyvern in his own massive nuts, flattening them against his pelvis. “I’ll make damn sure you regret it.”

“Noted,” Talos replied, his voice an octave higher, before his world went black once again.

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It wasn't until the following morning that Talos would wake up a second time. A moment earlier, Minos had entered the living room, giving a bit yawn and running his fingers through his messed-up mane. He passed by Talos and casually cup-checked him, his large fist slapping his balls. “Don’t let ’em hang loose,” the bull-man snorted with a wicked grin.

Talos yelped in pain, sitting bolt upright. When he pulled his pants down a little, he saw that his bandaids were no longer blood-soaked… and actually felt much better now.

“And this is why I always wear a loincloth,” he grumbled.

The bull-man laughed some more, and ruffled Talo’s hair. “Well, make sure you find something to wear. It’s dangerous to leave your boys out. That’s why I’m wearing boxers.” He says, pointing down to his tight boxers with a smirk. “Otherwise people might want a skewer~,” he added teasingly.

Talos groaned, covering his face with his wing claws. “Don’t remind me…” He picked up the boxers he’d slipped off the previous night using his talons and began putting them on. “So, uh, you’re still not mad at me for how I reacted upon seeing you last night, uh… are you?"

Minos shrugged a bit. “Heya, no harm I guess, as long as you don’t sting me.” He chuckled again, winking to the dragon, before going to get something from the fridge, needing to bend over to do so.

Talos couldn’t help but stare at the sight of Minos’ shapely rear end, the scrotum dangling freely… He turned away, though, blushing and secretly wiping a tiny spot of drool from his lips. Minos was bigger and stronger than him, and trying to mess with him would be a stupid move even for a dragon.

“So, how'd YOU end up in this lair anyway?” he asked. “Uh, house, I mean? I’m not used to seeing minotaurs in ordinary human residences, more like mazes and caverns…”

He shrugged a bit, before taking a juice bottle and drinking from it. “Just kinda appeared one day, guess kinda like you did. And I used to live in a maze, didn’t like it and left.” He bent over yet again to put the bottle back.

There was an awkward pause. “…is that why I’m here in this dump, too?” He covered his mouth a second later. “…uh, I meant that in a homely, rustic sort of way, honest…”

“No worries man, opinions are good. You said you came through a portal or something and, well, first thing you said was ‘I need healing!’” Minos imitated Talos’ somewhat higher-pitched voice for that last remark.

Talos snorted smoke from his nostrils, glaring daggers at the horned man. “Not. Funny.” He decided not to protest any further though, instead sliding off the sofa and muttering, “I’m gonna go polish my scales. Is your… latrine… I think that’s the term… Is that available?"

Minos chuckled some more, but nodded at this. “Should be, I’ll show you where it is.”

A few moments later, the two of them entered the roomiest bathroom Talos had ever seen. Usually, human-sized restrooms were very grimy and uncomfortable and way too small, but this was an exception. It looked almost like a spa, even.

Talos whistled in appreciation. “I take back and apologize for what I said about the house being a dump. If there’s a volcanic spring in here, then color me interested…”

“I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t be surprised.” With that, Minos left Talos to his privacy.

The wyvern looked around, wondering what to do… He did say he was gonna polish his scales but honestly, a good wash wouldn’t hurt. No fire was probably for the best anyway, given how flammable houses usually are.

Five minutes later, the wyvern boy sank into the large basin tub, now filled with boiling hot water, and all but melted into a scaly man-shaped puddle. It wasn’t exactly powered by geothermal heat, but it was the next best thing…

At that moment, however, Minos opened the door again, a towel in his other hand; apparently, he’d forgotten to mention that they were in another room because they’d been folded the previous evening. He didn’t care about nudity much, either.

“Hey, I forgot to give you a towel,” he said, not really minding if he saw Talos naked upon entering.

The past five minutes of relaxation had led to Talos thinking, for one brief moment, that he was in an actual hot spring somewhere in his old homeland… not realizing who it really was, he let out a shriek of alarm and backed up to the edge of the tub, his tail stinger rearing out of the water like a cobra. “DO YOU MIND?!”

Minos took one look at Talos and sighed, dropping the towel. “You’re getting water everywhere!” He says, giving a sigh “Look, I need a soak.” He took off his boxers and went to sit in the tub with him, not realizing where the wyvern’s tail was at that moment.

And then Talos felt a weight on his tail tip and then the sensation of his tail barb puncturing something soft… His face went white as chalk, realizing at that precise moment where Minos was now sitting.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Minos yelled and scrambled out of the tub, grasping his bleeding right nut. “YOU FUCKING STUNG MEEEEEEEEEEE!” He bellowed in pain, collapsing to the floor just before he felt an explosion of pain.

Talos let out another scream, this time in horror. “ME?! You were the one who didn’t watch where you were sitting!!” He shot to his feet, frantically trying to do SOMETHING… Sadly, he didn’t know how to fix people, especially those effected by his venom.

Said poison was already searing the tender insides of Minos’ right nut, causing a horrible burning sensation as though it were filled with molten lava. Worse yet, the gases produced by the dissolving were also causing his nut to swell ever so slightly…

Minos continued bellowing, reaching out to hold onto something, before choking off with a gagging noise. “I WILL SNAP YOUR FUCKI-” He cut himself off involuntarily, grabbing his right ball and falling to his knees. He mouth opened in a silent scream of pain, his ass in the air, his tail thrashing like living whipcord, his left ball dangling in its sack next to his massive hand and the swelling nut cupped within. Talos paled even further upon detecting the sound of sizzling.

Just then, the wyvern’s eyes met the medicine cabinet… “M-Minos!” he cried. There was only one option he could think of to save him at this point. “Do you have anythin’ to relieve the pain?! I gotta do somethin’ you’ll probably hate me for later…”

He glanced at the swelling nutsack and gulped. Minos’ searing right ball was now almost twice as big as the left, and the skin on his scrotum was beginning to stretch painfully around it.

“I DONT KNOW, AND I ALREADY HAAAAAAAAATE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!”

He screamed and screamed, kicking and writhing on the floor, trying to hold his right man-egg together. The rush of blood made his monster cock surge to life, already twitching and leaking pre-cum.

Talos, meanwhile, scrambled for the cabinet, grabbing and fumbling with the first bottle of magical pain medicine he could find. The label advertised that it could help with pain, but in his haste, he forgot to read the side effects of it.

“I can’t open this! How do I put it on your sack?!” he cried, almost dropping the bottle while lowering it towards the ailing minotaur-man.

“Break it open, you dumb lizard!!” He bellows out, his sack almost translucent and showing the blue orb swelling more, veins almost popping out as it made the sack as thin as paper, the twin orb getting compressed firmly against the skin.

Without stopping to think, Talos scrambled over to the wounded scrotum, and then bought the bottle down with all the force he could muster, smashing the top open… The liquid poured onto the skin, seeping into the nut… and in so doing causing it to produce sperm at a phenomenal rate, making it swell even further.

“OH GODS, I THINK I MADE IT WORSE!!!” Talos felt powerless, unable to stop the effects of his own venom… He would swear he now saw rips and tears in the stretched skin of Minos’ sack, leaking blood and showing the bare, taut testicle surface beneath.

Minos choked and moaned at the growing pressure. “I’m gonna…wring….” He failed to finish the sentence before the pouch tore open, letting the wet sperm factory spill out and hang by the bare cord. The organ was still pulsing like a ticking time bomb, threatening to spray every inch with the venom and melted ball guts! Minos was pissed, really pissed, and Talos was sure he’d pay for his mistake later - but if his nut gave way now, the venom would surely end up flowing into his bloodstream through his wounds, and that would be that!

Talos gasped in horror upon realizing this. Then he saw a large box of baking soda next to the toilet, no doubt for cleaning. A plan formed in his head. A crazy one.

He grabbed the soda box and ripped it open with his claws, spilling the contents into the bathtub. “I’ve gotta pour the venom into the tub!” he said, gently picking up the swollen bare testicle with one of his taloned feet. “It’s gonna hurt like fuckin’ hell, but the last thing we need is my venom fuckin’ up the rest o’ you! Do you trust me with your life, Bull-Balls?"

“I’ll… survive, you… bastard!” Minos bellowed out, trying to grab at his bare nut which was now being scratched a little by the wyvern's claws. And now he felt a dull pain in his chest - Talos had to hurry, for a sped up heart rate could be lethal in this situation. Even though Minos would likely strangle the shit out of Talos later, since he pretty much blamed him for this, that didn’t change the fact that he was currently in mortal peril. His other naked ball next to the grossly swollen twin, which was mere seconds from exploding and flooding the rest of his body with venom.

Talos gulped. He owed Minos an apology after this, IF the bull-man survived. Dipping the swollen nut into the alkaline water, he aimed his tail stinger, pointing it towards the healed-shut wound where it had punctured previously…

SQUICHHHHHH!!!

There was a searing pain like a knife had been plunged into Minos’ nut once again, but this time the blade didn’t come out immediately. Keeping the blade in was key to keeping the flesh balloon from bursting. As soon as he was sure the testicle was completely submerged, he then started drawing out his stinger… slowly… the contents began to spray from the gap between the hard blade and the ruined flesh, immediately causing the water to churn and foam and leak awful-smelling fumes.

“EEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The medicine Talos had broken over his balls did a good job of reducing the pain, but the bull-man still grabbed Talo’s leg and squeezed it painfully tight out of instinct and overwhelming agony. He let out another long, piercing scream, which trailed off into a wordless teeth-clenched groan. He could almost feel far too many ruined chunks of partly dissolved nut guts spilling into the water in the midst of all the gory slush, turning the contents of the tub a gross tan color.

“Kill…” Minos growled, his voice full of rage and agony as the fumes hit his nose. His wounded testicle had already begun to heal even while it steadily deflated.

Talos whimpered in pain, unable to wrench his leg free. He pulled the now thoroughly ruined testicle out of the water and hastily returned it to its owner, placing it next to the torn scrotum. “Minos, you… y-you trusted me…”

Minos didn’t hurt his leg thankfully; he just squeezed it firmly. The bull lay curled up on the floor of the bathroom, groaning and hissing, trying to put his balls back in, having some trouble with the deflated ball that now seemed like a husk. He couldn’t even say anything - the pain was far too intense. All things considered, Talo’s leg was completely fine; Minos didn’t crush his tough scales, and had just put some pressure on it, not nearly enough to crack his armored hide.

Still, Talos felt horrible. Just a day here and he’d already hurt someone without even trying… He had no idea what to do, except at least try to help. Kneeling down, he helped push the larger man’s nuts back in the sack as best as he could, using his wrists so as to not poke or tear the flesh with his wing claws.

“I’m… I’m sorry. If I hadn’t gotten so pissed when you entered, we would’ve had none of this… N-none of it…”

Minos growled wordlessly while he inserted his nuts back into his torn scrotum, and then pushed Talos away a bit. It was just a small shove to keep his claws off, but it was still enough to make the wyvern flinch slightly.

“J-just…let me heal.” Minos’ voice was still hoarse from the yelling earlier. Talos could see the skin of the larger man's sack begin to heal as before, though Minos remained in a tight fetal position. “I-it will be a long while… Le-leave me be.”

Talos backed away, his head bowed in submission and his tail curled behind him so his stinger was out of the way. He knew there was no point staying… He couldn’t leave the house, though, it was all he knew around here. Plus he owed Minos for saving his life earlier.

Instead, he headed out of the bathroom and returned to the couch he’d been on last night, curling up into a scaly ball of misery and guilt.

**********

Hours later, the bull-man stumbled back into the living room, his face wan and clammy, and made a beeline for the fridge. He didn’t look at Talos, not until he drank a jug of juice in a single sitting. Minos gave a panting sigh upon finishing, and turned his head towards Talos.

The dragon boy had fallen asleep on the floor, illuminated by a sunbeam from the window, but when Minos tossed the jug aside, he woke with a start at the sound of the carton hitting the floor, scooching away from Minos in mortal terror. Talos dared not look the bull-man in the eye - any sign of aggression towards this bigger, more powerful male would surely mean certain doom.

But apparently, Minos could tell what he was thinking. He picked up the carton again and dropped it in the nearest trash bin, his tail hanging low as a sign of relaxation. “Listen man, it was an accident,” he said. “I said some heat-of-the-moment things back there.”

Talos could almost sense that Minos was calm; his muscles were not tensed, and there was no adrenaline in his blood. Certainly no venom, either, thankfully.

“N-no… I’m the one who should be sorry.” The words began pouring out of him in a frantic rush. “I was startled and annoyed, and didn’t know what t’ do, and it was only by dumb fuckin’ luck that I managed to find what I needed to save your balls back there! Look, man, I know I’m an asshole, but I ain’t one t’ actually hurt people for no good reason! It’s just… I’ve been scared and angry and a total fuckin’ mess ever since I got here. I… I dunno where I am, or where t’ go, or what whatever wretched universe I’ve been shat into has in store for me next, but… b-but… I don’ wanna hafta go through this shit alone. N-not… Not again…” He started to sob, curling his tail around him.

“Shut up, Talos, just shut your mouth,” said Minos, shaking his horned head. “For the gods’ sake, it was an accident, geez! You already said sorry, I was just in pain and things like this happen man, especially around here, like how your ball got skewered. Alrighty? It’s water under the bridge. Though to be fair, the water was nasty as I had to clean that nut gut soup out of the tub,” he added, no doubt trying to lighten the mood.

Talos looked up at the larger man, his eyes still watering. “Y-you… You ain’t even mad? Not after, uh…?"

“Not really, though like you said, you can heal and so can I. It was an accident, and I’ll only bust your balls metaphorically,” Minos replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Talos laughed bitterly. “I’ll still need a cork for my stinger to keep shit like this from happenin’ again.” He paused. “So, uh, does this mean I’m stayin’ with you then? I don’t think I’ll be able t’know my way ’round anywhere else, an’ they probably won’t welcome dragons like me anyways…”

“You’ll be fine out there, and just drain your stinger by stinging some cardboard and letting the venom leak out the other side of it.” he says, patting the dragon on the head “Though, since you put me through hell, I gotta use your butt later~,” he added playfully.

Talos couldn’t help but laugh in earnest in spite of his guilt. “Well, guess that means I’ll hafta buy two corks, then! So, uh, no hard feelin’s?” he asked, smiling for the first time in a long while.

“Yeah, no hard feelings. Just don’t get mad if someone busts you, or if I do. Just think of it as playful stuff, since you can heal and stuff.” He says, his hand reaching down and slapping his balls very lightly. “And speaking of which, I’m off to bed. My body is drained from all that healing.”

Talos nodded slowly, still feeling a little faint, but much, much better now that he had someone to call a housemate. Or lair-mate, as the case may be. “Guess the couch is all mine, then. Your loss~!”

Minos couldn't help but grin broadly while he left the room to his new friend. True, it had been a rocky start to their relationship, but was one thing was for certain: neither of these two men would have to worry about being alone ever again.