The Morning Snack

Collaboration story by Sindroms and Yun

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Authors note: The following story involves some things they usually don't teach you at school. Like a small dragon mating a gryphoness. The story was made after an RP me and my lovely draconic friend and dear heart Yun did a while back. I enjoyed it to no end and instantly decided to make it into yet another YS material. All characters are copyrighted to Yun, no takey. Zal is copyrighted to me, but I doubt you'd want him, hehe. I hope you enjoy reading and pawing to it as much as I enjoyed writing and RPing it. My apologies for any grammatical or phrase mistakes, I am still getting used to the language.

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Day I

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The evening was spent more or less in a usual way for the little dragon, now sleeping curled up under his pillow. His mother and he had moved in the neighbourhood some time ago, met the locals and a few new good or even very close friends. What Zal adored most; however, was the small, but still, noticeable number of non-anthros, who too lived here. The suburban neighbourhood was a calm and peaceful place, more than lovely for people who not only wished to get away from the hustle of the big cities, but also for new couples, wishing to have their privacy. And the dragoness in her forties as well as her adoptive son (and lover) really liked that.

           Soon enough they started inviting their new friends over, the time was spent behind the table with small chitchat, sharing secrets here and there, but only a pawful knew of the little dragon's appetite for physical pleasures. But those who did were more than glad to help the whelp when he needed it.

           The little dragon woke early in the morning, his yellow eyes met by the still dark surroundings of his room, just next to his mother's own. He was used to having the door to his room opened; the older dragoness was more than fond of seeing that her son was safe in his bed. Not to mention to help him with anything he might want.

Zal yawned silently, his mouth opening to show off all three of those delightful tongues of his, sticky with thick strings of saliva connecting them with one another as well as the sides of his maw and the two rows of teeth. The dragonling's special features were another reason for his popularity amongst the more open-minded friends of his mother, they often teased him about how, when he will gain more experience, every lady in the vicinity would fall to her fours to greet him.

Zal still often chuckled to that memory, when he was indeed practicing on the older dragoness of his.

           Zal yawned once more as he got off from his bed, landing on all fours and stretched out luxuriously, hissing in delight. The shadowdragon did not have any bones or joints to pop, true, but still, was something he enjoyed to do in the mornings.

After looking into his mother's room, finding it empty, it occurred to the little one it was rather late by now and his mother had left for work. Too bad, one thing he did enjoy back in their old home was to greet his lovely lady with his usual morning attentions. Now she had to wake up early and they had no time for such things. Sighing some, he started to make his way down the stairs to the master bathroom, the quite large room having a tub large enough for a non anthro, but the reason they had bought it was to enjoy their baths together, which he most certainly enjoyed to no end.

           The small dragon stood on his haunches, using a wing to get the water poring into the tub, shivering in delight as the air slowly was becoming humid and warm, the dragon's morning hunger was starting to build slowly and as the water began to fill the tub slowly, his paw slowly slid down to trail over and around the slit between his strong hindlegs. It was bulging and swelling some by now and just a little more coaxing was enough to allow the tapered tip of his draconic length to slip free and meet the humidity of the air, making the dragon rumble deeply in delight, his mind slowly beginning to fog, just like the mirror above him. The length continued to emerge, the tip was a little prehensile, bearing two cumslits on the underside of the tip itself, the rest of the shaft was smooth and black like the rest of his body, but the underside held a row of small, hard ridges, which were now slowly flaring out with every pulse of his needy member. The base of the shaft held another surprise, two pairs of much thicker, however, fleshier ridges on the sides, almost like a knot would, giving the little dragon the opportunity to pleasure his partners in many ways.

           And they indeed knew that, he rumbled again, his paw idly teased the very tip of his needy length, but he paused as he felt something odd...he turned and made a step foreward as he felt some kind of noise, but his view was obscured by a jungle of soft feathers and a silent chirp was given, but what made the dragon reply with a murr was the feel of his length being pressed against something soft, warm and thick. Looking down he saw, a bit surprised, the view of his tip bent a little against a lovely, thick gryphonic underbelly teet, the owner of which beared similar ones, making up two rows of six milky teets in total. As he looked up he blinked some as their owner was now giving a silent croon of delight, the mature gryphoness, one of his mother's closest friends, was now eyeing him with mild amusement, the predicament causing the little dragon to blush some. However he felt the large bird shift a little bit, causing his length to slide over her teet nipple and suddenly, with another sound of delight from both the dragon and the gryphoness, the length pressed up and slipped in the cleavage, smushed between the four, milk heavy, almost baggy mammaries.

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‘Oh...this is a lovely surprise, little one. Don't be afraid, your mother asked me to make sure you were alright...and it seems you are not. You seem to need help with something, mmmy?'

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The brown furred female cooed as she slowly moved her body from side to side slowly, teasing the little dragon's now aching member between the rows of her teets. She was larger than most of the non-anthros in his neighbourhood, she stood at 10ft in hight, her wings were a lovely creamy color as the rest of her feathers, her eyes were opal and her beak was pure black, now slowly being licked by a sharp red and quite the experienced tongue of hers...

           She knew a lot about the little dragon, one of the reasons she came so early in the morning was that the shadowbrood dragon's seed was made all day long, slowly gathering in the endless void of their body, but as the time went on it became thicker and thicker. At some point it was too thick to be used to seed a female. True, that the little one had no need for that yet, but it made things harder to clean when it would be relieved. So every morning he would tend to this, but this time it would not go to waste. The gryphoness gave another silent murr and leaned down to lock her beak with his muzzle, making the little dragon meep in surprise, but he soon enough returned the kiss with the same want as she offered in, her paws pressing him closer and as such, even his knot was pressed tightly against her swollen breast flesh, but soon enough she pulled back and they both shivered as the still dry shaft rubbed so delightfully against her. Smirking she let a scaly forepaw moved down to cup the length from underside, feeling those ridges expand instantly, hoping to grip against a fleshy tunnel, but instead they were greeted by small, fine scales, teasing them and their owner, making him squirm and murr. None of the noticed, ofcourse, that the bathtub was overfilling slowly and even with the overfill drain; the water would soon go over the edge. Just like the dragon before her. The gryphoness crouched down and laid on her belly, her beak parting once more to let the heat of her breath wash over the poor little dragon's length and he gave a most delightful murr, her paw spreading two talons out and allowing the shaft to slip between them, in a V like way. Then slowly, she would squeeze them together, making the little one stand on his tippy toes and allowed them to slide up. As they reached the tip, it swelled a little, a perfectly white, thick glob of his pre-seed formed on it, and an equally perfect gryphonic tongue swiftly licked it away. Suddenly she opened her beak wide and moved forward, allowing the whole length slip inside, but was careful enough not to harm him with the sharp sides. Zal hissed as he felt that throat grip the tip of his length and another spurt of his pre was launched right down into her crop. She swooned and retreated quickly as she noticed he was beginning to pant and hiss louder, her paw continuing to stroke his length even as it left the heat of her mouth, making the little dragon begin to snarl softly as his first release was approaching fast and, after she sat on her haunches, her other paw pulled him close against those lovely teets, making her grin as the now saliva covered shaft swiftly pressed between them and she needed only to flex her muscled hindquarters to lift herself up and down twice, before she heard him give what seemeed to be a roar, muffled by her chest feathers as he came from her most expert teasing. The thick seed was quite hot between her teets, slowly pooling up and up, being forced inbetween every teet from the pressure of his orgasm, the glue like seed making her croon in uttermost delight as she felt over it.

           As she moved backa little, allowing his shaft to slip free, cutting the long strings connecting them together, she took into her own little world, simply enjoying herself by allowing her scaly paws to slowly rub the hatchling's seed into her teets and underbelly, but left her neithers more or less clean. Looking up, however, at his still dripping and messy length she gave a demonic grin and turned around so he would see her broad and strong behind as well as her tail, swaying from side to side, she herself was looking over her shoulder and suddenly she arched her back, lifting her tail up and to the side, only exposing to the dragon's view a small, pink ring of flesh, usually hidden by the fur of the tail and around her neithers. She moved back slowly and smirked.

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‘Little one, it seems you made quite a mess, but now it's time to make you all clean for what is to come...now do as I say and you will get a treat.'

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She said and moved her paws back to her hindquarters, she herself sitting on her haunches, her talons teasing that lovely fleshy ring of her tailstar, still slick with the little dragon's pre, and murred out in delight, looking back over her shoulder at him to make sure he was watching as her talons slowly sank in, the curved bone hooking at the edges of her tender hole as she used them to pull it apart and purred out at him, slowly licking her half-open beak, panting.

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‘Now, little one, push inside, but careful not to touch the edges...do it right and you will get a small reward'

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She giggled out and took a deep breath, relaxing herself some more to pull the edges of the now reddened ring of muscle for the little dragon, exposing herseful fully and already felt his body move behind her, his paws softly groping at her firm furry hindquarters, squeezing some as he patiently guided himself into her tunnel, hissing silently as the still dripping length was pushed inside with true care, making sure it would not jump or throb too much. Zal was in heaven, he could felt the heat of her fleshy wall around his length even if they did not touch and as soon as his slit met her rump she grinned and promptly pulled her claws away, the abused ring suddenly clenching down on the little dragon so fast and tight he let out a small roar. Grinning the gryphoness smiled back at the poor little dragon, her tailtuft moving to tickle his chin and to get his attention.

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‘Now, little one, let's clean you shall we?'

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           The lovely lady smirked and as she kept her muscled vice around the little dragon's length she began to pull forward slowly, each ridge popping free from her passage with a small sound, making her ears twitch. The little dragon's eyes however were shut tightly and he was shuddering some as she squeezed any remaining seed from his length, cleaning it as well, gathering it all inside her. But as soon as she pulled away fully where her and the little dragon now connected only a string of thick seed, one end leaking from his tip, while the other came from within her now closed pucker, she turned around some, cutting the string of seed away with a claw and smirked down at the steel hard dragonling.

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‘Very lovely, dear one, I think such delightful little hatchies deserve their reward now!'

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She purred out and pulled him close, her beak pressed against his lips in a gryphonic kiss, his now cleaned length pressed against her chest feathers and she let him enjoy their warmth and texture tease him. Soon enough she set him down on the floor once more and lay back against the bathroom wall and slid on her side, grinning at him. She would slowly lift up a hindleg and moved a forepaw down to her neither fur, pushing the thick furred tuft to the sides with her talons to reveal two sopping wet sets of her neither lips, clutching some as if beckoning, nay, demanding him to fill the empty space between them!

           Zal didn't even hesitate as the instantly moved close to her, his scaly belly pushed against her teets, which she had lifted enough to allow him the view of her delightful cunny and soon enough she let out a loud sigh as the ridged length of his shaft pressed in between the lips of her sex, making him purr out in delight and murmur soft words to her. She only chuckled and moved a paw to grip one of her full teets, still slick with his seed, aiming it at his muzzle and winked.

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‘Come now, little one, nurse, I told your momma Ill take care of your every need...'

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           The dragon growled happily, but it was soon drowned away with the milk flowing down his throat, his length making sloppy noises as it sank deeper and deeper into her wanting slit, filling her up as good as any male would. He rested against her underbelly and then grinned around her nipple, giving it a nip as he began to rock his hips from side to side, stretching her further, loosening her up and with a flop even his knotting ridges pushed within, making the gryphoness cry out in uttermost delight. Staying within for an agonisingly long minute, nursing on her, the dragonling began to move his strong hips, pulling out of her fully and looked down, noting how well her lovehole had covered his shaft in her juices. He grinned and moved his paw down to run it along his length, giving a shiver as a few ropes oh his now fresh pre landed in and around her sex, adding to the mess and before she could ask, he already drove back inside with a loud thump, making the now squirming female chirp out and murr.

           His hips began to fall in a rhythm that was enjoyable for both of them, the gryphoness using a paw to prop up and observe how well the little dragon worked her tenderised tunnel of flesh and to give her encouragements to him. The little dragon drooled around her nipple, switching her soft teets to nurse on and did not hold back in his thrusts even as they became more erratic and spastic, while her own squirming and panting began to rise. No word was needed for them to know what the other felt and soon they interlocked their forepaws and the dragon changed the angle of their thrusts, using his tail to add more momentum to it, as they both now laid in the sloppy mess of their sweat, seed, juices, saliva as well as the now overflowing bathtub. But they did not even notice as Zal was beginning to approach his release, already feeling the gryphonesses cunny clutch and spasm around him, her eyes squeezed shit and her beak agape, but his own orgasm was longer than that. He roared out in delight, his hips jerking, and she gasped, not only feeling the dragon's underridges flaring out and gripping her flesh, but also the singing heat of his seed spilling into her unprotected womb, flooding her belly and gushing out of her around his length. They both kicked and moaned, murred and snarled as more and more of the lovely little dragon's essence spilled within her, at some point he pulled out as the last few spurts of his seed were forced out, his hips moving so he would slam his rod back into her already lubed up pucker, only to pull out and slam it back into her sex and repeat the motion, as such bathing all of her neither region in their combined want, before, finally, they both collapsed in a panting, groaning mess.

           Zal gave a tired groan as he was slowly softening within her tailhole, while the gryphoness had passed out in a short slumber against the wall, crooning and murmuring something to herself tiredly. Only then he noticed the inch of water flooding the bathroom and quickly he pulled out from her with a slorp, waking her in the process as she too noticed the water around them and the little dragon trying to close off the still pooring liquid.

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‘Owh...how will I explain this to your mother! Darn...this is indeed a mess we made, little one!'

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           Without turning back to her he laughed some, using some of the water to wash his slit and crotch scales free of their mixed juices and smirked to himself/

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‘Well...you did say you were here to help me with anyt...hon?'

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He blinked some as he realised he was around and also the sound of the closing back door...