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"Toothless! Come on, we're going to be late."

The lazy Night Fury rolled from his perch atop Hiccup's house, landing on his feet on the grass below. His expression sullen and groggy, he quickly shook his body and stretched out his legs as the Viking Chieftain approached, patting along his side and stroking across his back, quickly checking his saddle.

"I know, I know. You want to sleep. So do I, really, but you know we've got to go." Hiccup pointed out, and Toothless let out a rather dismissive snort in response, his eyes lidded over briefly, his head nodding. He quickly snapped his head back up as he felt Hiccup hoisting himself up onto his back, and he felt the touch of the Human's hand against the back of his neck. It was the signal to set off, so Toothless bounded foward, taking two long strides before leaping into the air, spreading his wings and taking flight.

If he had had his way, Toothless would have likely slept in the sun for the rest of the day, but being Alpha to your own herd of Dragons had it's downsides, namely the responsibility of looking after them. The Night Fury sailed through the sky as many other Dragons, and their riders by extension, swooped in line to join them. Toothless glanced at them left and right, counting them in his head. Many other Dragons had already gone ahead, but it seemed a good portion has chosen to wait.

Today was an important day for Dragonkind. It was Mating Season, and this day in particular was the pinnacle of the season for them, and the day where most Dragons often concieved. Toothless had attended the day a number of times in his past, and it was obviously a rather fruitless endeavour: he had never cared much for creating offspring, nor were any other Night Furies around to mate with. This year, however, was different. Being Alpha to the tribe, and with Hiccup being Chief to the humans, it meant that their attendance to the wide-spread Isles to the north of Berk were just about essential, especially when it came to keeping rowdy Dragons in line.

It took only a couple of minutes of flight for the island to come into view: a rather bland and flat looking piece of land, with no notable mountains or hills, and covered in a mixture of rock, grass, and flowers. It was an ideal spot to lay eggs and nuture them, where there was no threat of shade cooling the eggs down. Conversely, it also meant there was little shelter in bad weather, but the Vikings had already taken care of that, with thanks to Hiccup. The Viking himself had constructed a handful of pop-up huts, with the help of Gobber, the Blacksmith.

As Toothless turned to circle and descend, the rest of the Dragons fluttering around the air descended the join him. As Toothless's feet his the grass, the nearby Dragons began to grow agitated. They had clearly been waiting. Hiccup dismounted as the Vikings crowded around into a single area, talking amongst themselves.

"Just, uh...make sure no fighting breaks out, okay bud? I'm going to try and rally the others." Hiccup patted Toothless's nose, taking a step back and turning, stepping towards the other Vikings. Toothless watched him from afar as he began to co-ordinate the Vikings into their roles. It wasn't as easy as it might have appeared: for a lot of Dragons, they required a little extra aid to get into the swing of things, and it was obvious a good handful of Vikings were not particularly interested in that sort of thing.

Toothless turned to the congregation of Dragons nearby, watching them bob their heads at one-another and display their sexual prowess in a variety of different ways, from exposing their belly or raising their tail, to performing difficult and acrobatic manoeuvres to impress their potential mate. With the Dragons being a variety of different species, it was clear to see that some pairings were easy, whilst others were not. For Dragons such as the Gronkle, which were remarkably common, there was always a shortage of females, which often meant males through for dominance. Toothless knew it was his job to make sure nothing got out of hand.

One thing that he noticed, above all else, was that a good portion of his 'flock' were staring at him. He felt slightly unnerved by their piercing gaze, and it definitely wasn't one of curiosity. All of them had seen him here before, seen him not particular participate, too. He looked down at himself, raising his front paws and tilting his head around his body. Was there something different about him? Was his saddle on backwards? Did he have something on his face?

It was then that he felt a warm, slimy sensation running around the base of his tail, and he reacted accordingly. He whirled around, his chest crouching down into a more aggressive position, his teeth bared and his pupils dilating down into slits. He quickly relaxed when he realised it was just Skullcrusher. He was a male Rumblehorn, and originally Stoic's Dragon, before his demise. Now in the care of Eret, a former Dragon Trapper, Skullcrusher had settled into the life he previous had. Toothless's initial aggression quickly made Skullcrusher lower his head and look down at the ground, and the Night Fury eased up immediately, feeling a flush of guilt sweeping across his scales.

Compared to Toothless, Skullcrusher was an incredibly bulky Dragon, with a large Rhino-like horn between it's nostrils, accompanied by a secondary set that were long and thin. His body was like a huge boulder: round and fat, and brimming with muscle beneath those scales. His wings looked as if they could barely support his weight and his arms and legs were stocky. Surprisingly, his tail was long and spiked, with a very mace-like addition to it's end. It was no surprise that Skullcrusher looked so vicious, as Rumblehorns were incredibly strong Dragons that could fell an entire building just by ramming into it.

One thing perplexed Toothless, however: why on earth was Skullcrusher licking him, and in such an intimate place, too? Toothless stared over Skullcrusher's subtle hues and picked up on his body language particularly quickly: he was being compliant, perhaps even receptive, which was a little off putting. The Night Fury took a step back and found his rear end butting up against yet another Dragon, and he turned to stared up at the much older and particularly wise Cloudjumper, Dragon to Hiccup's mother. With 4 wings and no forearms, Cloudjumper was a remarkably wise Dragon with an impressively wide crest, and yet, he was here entertaining the Alpha instead of off finding his own mate. The same could be said for Skullcrusher as well.

Notably, Cloudjumper was similar to Toothless in that he was the last of his kind, or at least, that they knew of, so the Night Fury could quietly understand why he might seek entertainment from those who also didn't take part, but that still left the Mystery of the Rumblehorn, who continued to mope and submissively stand close, his eyes darting from the floor, to Toothless, and back to the floor again.

Once again, Toothless felt a warm wetness against his scales, and he turned again to find another Dragon sliding his tongue across him, though this was one that was utterly unrecognisable, with a rich cacophony of blue and red colours, a lean body, and two sets of fore-arms to accompany it's back limbs. It's wings lay furled tightly against it's body, giving it a particular appearance compared to the rest of the Dragons around here. It's long snout, similar to a crocodile, snapped lightly up and down and it's eyes flared and widened occasionally, it's tongue poking out and sliding back in again. It was trying to hint at something, but Toothless was growing more and more anxious by the second.

At this point, he felt effectively surrounded by the 3 Dragons, but none of them sought to approach him when he began to grow anxious, and visibly kept their distance. It was peculiar for them to be doing such strange things, especially on a day like this. Eventually, Cloudjumper was the first to move, but his movements were slow and methodical, making his actions easily predictable deliberately. His head lowered down and traced his flat snout across Toothless's neck, sliding down his black scales towards his shoulders. For some reason, the Night Fury felt his scales prickling, an odd sensation he wasn't used to.

Slowly, Cloudjumper's mouth moved lower and lower, until his snout was trailing across Toothless's side and along to the base of his tail again. The Dragon turned his head to watch anxiously as Cloudjumper's head dipped down under his tail out of view. At first, there was nothing, before Toothless's hind leg was suddenly lifted up as the Dragon's head pushed his hind quarters into the air slightly. The Night Fury wriggled, his eyes wide in surprise, and that warm wetness returned again, but in an altogether difference place.

He could place exactly where that tongue was: directly on his slit. Like all Dragons, Toothless sported something similar to a Cloaca between his legs, and a tight button of a pucker sitting at the base of his tail, equally as hidden. The slimy wet tongue dragged right across the thin line of the entrance of his slit, and he felt a tingle shoot up his spine. The feeling was oddly intoxicating, and one he was altogether unfamiliar with. He'd never really done this sort of thing before.

He heard a snort from in front of him, and his eyes centred on Skullcrusher, whose sensitive nostrils were flaring and inhaling the scent of the Night Fury's rather sudden arousal. Skullcrusher bounced on his front paws, looking particularly excited, but Toothless couldn't fathom why at first. He quickly came to realise that the scent of arousal in the air was likely arousing Skullcrusher in turn, who could pick up the scents a lot easier than other Dragons. The strange crocodile-like Dragon beside him seemed to be able to pick up the scent a well, it's teeth snapping and tongue darting from his mouth eagerly, back and forth.

Toothless felt his read end raise higher and higher, until he quickly lose his balance, and was sent tumbling onto his side. He rolled onto his back in an effort to find some sort of purchase to get up, but it turned out to be altogether to wrong move to make. No sooner had he rolled onto his back, that Skullcrusher fluttered into the air and landed unceremoniously on top of the Night Fury, his chest pressed down into the Night Fury's own. Toothless emitted a snarl, warning Skullcrusher to behave himself, but he could see the cloudiness in the Dragon's eyes, and he nervously gulped.

Toothless wriggled underneath Skullcrusher, but it quickly became clear what was to transpire. Within moments, Toothless felt something particularly warm and wet pressed against his crotch, and he knew it wasn't a tongue. In whatever 'hole' it decided to enter, he knew it was going to be uncomfortable, and he emitted a snarl in an attempt to hoist the Dragon off him. When it didn't work, his mouth conjured up a ball of plasma. He ejected it, shooting it directly into the Dragon's chin, but the Rumblehorn seemed to barely flinch at the hit. He pushed his chin down and flattened Toothless's head against the ground, forcing his forehead against the dirt and making him unable to move.

Then, he felt it. His eyes widened and his muzzle clamped shut as he felt the unfamiliar and uncomfortable spreading of his slit. The Rumblehorn was picking the entirely wrong place, and the sensitive innards of Toothless's slit made sparks of pain and pleasure shoot up his spine and tingle all along his scales. The Dragon atop him let out a low, rumbling 'churr' of need as it's fat member stuffed deeper and deeper, spreading Toothless open as if he were nothing more than an average Female in heat. The Night Fury wriggled underneath him as his pupils dilated down into mere slits.

Despite the discomfort of his slit being so unceremoniously spread open, there was a deep and carnal pleasure to be hard in that member stuffing deeper and deeper into his nethers. A Dragon's slit was incredibly sensitive, similar to the head of a Viking's member, which Toothless had come to learn from experience. Over-stimulation would make it painful and awkward, but just the right amount of pressure could make the pleasure tantalising and perhaps even intoxicating. This feeling was on the very precipice between arousal and outright discomfort, and Toothless found himself getting turned on by the entire experience.

It was evidently becoming quite clear that Skullcrusher had gone many years without a good release, and his desperation bubbled forth in a series of rough, irregular thrusts. Despite the Night Fury's small, crooning pleas for him to slow, the Rumblehorn showed no signs of doing so. Fortunately for Toothless, each thrust deposited a thick, copious glob of pre-cum deep into his abnormally tight slit, which made each rough and powerful hump into his sensitive innards easier and easier, until the feelings of discomfort was almost a distant memory. A twinge and stab of pain accompanied the swimming waves of pleasure that swept over Toothless's body, leaving him a panting, snorting mess.

Word, and likely the sounds, of their mating didn't seem to have fallen on deaf ears, as a number of nearby Dragons turned and approached to watch the spectacle, much to Toothless's dismay. His authority as an Alpha was unquestionable, but even he know it was unbecoming to be treated like a Female in the midsts of such an important time for their tribe. However, his current predicament was one that he couldn't escape easily. Each thrust drew forth wet, plunging sounds that made their sex all the more apparent, and the drooling Dragon above him showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

With each thrust, Skullcrusher's cock sunk deeper and deeper, the ridged edges of his member spreading Toothless open on either side. The deeper he sunk, the more pleasurable it felt, until the tip of the Dragon's member rubbed against something altogether hard and twitching. A spike of pleasure shot up the Night Fury's body and he wriggled a little more desperately underneath the Rumblehorn as the Dragon's cock slipped down further, pressing hard against the strange, firm surface. The Night Fury knew exactly what it was the Dragon was pressing against: his own member.

In a sense, it was a strange, intimate way of frotting. As the Dragon plunged his member down into the Alpha's slit, his cock rubbed firmly up against Toothless's own cock, the simultaneous girth of the member and it's length both trapping the Night Fury's cock from coming forth out of his slit, as well as sliding it entirely along the Rumblehorn's own member, specifically it's underside. Toothless's own cock wasn't completely devoid of it's own extra features, and as more blood pumped to the member, those features became more prominent. Specifically, he also sported rather textured ridges along each side of his member, and a bulbous knot swelled at the base of his member, deep inside him. The thick underside of the Rumblehorn's member pressed deeply down on the top of Toothless's member with each thrust, teasing the length and it's tip in tandem, coaxing thick globs of pre-cum from the end. Toothless's inner slit canal had become something of a wet, viscous, sticky orifice particularly quickly.

Above him, the Rumblehorn was beginning to slow, it's movements laboured and it's breathing heavy. Toothless guessed the obvious: the Dragon wasn't used to so much physical exertion all at once, and had quickly grown tired from all those movements. Still, the Dragon seemed desperate to thrust, and it clearly didn't have too long to go. Not long after he slowed did he finally pick up again and begin to grunt with earnest and desperation, his nostrils flaring and his wings batting up and down to give it extra force and movement.

Then, Toothless felt it. The Dragon practically collapsed upon him as a gentle croon escaped it's mouth, it's chin pushed down against Toothless's neck. It's cock pulsed and swelled inside the Night Fury's sensitive slit as a thick, wet glob of cum spurted forth, coating Toothless's member and innards with the sticky substance. A Dragon's slit was not made to house such a substance, and the next thick spurt quickly ejected outwards from the Dragon's crotch, splattering upwards and pooling down around the Night Fury's rear end. The next spurt was much of the same, and the one after that, until a thin stream of cum seeped down Toothless's crotch, sliding over his unused pucker and pooling down on the floor underneath his rump. The Night Fury swatted his tail up and down on the floor, thumping the ground with the thick appendage. He was frustrated, for a number of reasons: notably, he had no released himself, and he had also been used without much thought to his own needs.

In that fit of frustration, and in the Rumblehorn's own tiredness, the Night Fury finally got the upper hand. With one powerful heave, he has sufficiently managed to teeter the Rumblehorn atop him until the Dragon finally eased off, falling to it's side and flailing it's tiny legs. The Night Fury got to his feet, swaying a little on his feet, his pupils dilated to slits and his teeth bared. The nearby Dragons quickly took a step back when they realised he wasn't in the base of moods. A snarl escaped through the Night Fury's throat as the crowd quickly parted to reveal a Viking stepping forth, looking concerned.

"Toothless, bud, you okay...?" It was Hiccup, and he quickly stepped closer, placing a hand on his friend's side. His eyes quickly scanned the current situation: the Rumblehorn lying tiredly on it's side, cock exposed and coated with seed, and the dripping nectar that seeped down Toothless's inner thighs told him the entire story. He awkwardly wrinkled his nose and placed a hand on Toothless's head, trying to console him.

The Night Fury, however, didn't need pity, nor was he asking for it. He snarled over at Hiccup, who briefly winced and quickly stepped back, realising this was not the right time. Toothless whipped his head over to Cloudjumper, who awkwardly stood a few paces away. Despite the difference in age and the way the taller Dragon usually held himself, it was clear he did not want to hold that same air of mutual respect with thinly veiled superiority around an angry Alpha, and his eyes quickly darted to the floor. Toothless, however, was not angry at him. Instead, he issued a command.

With one quick snort and jutt of the head, Cloudjumper knew what he was being asked to do, and the Vikings and Dragons alike stepped back as he moved. The quad-winged Dragon stepped over until he was standing in front of Toothless, before shifted and turning around, rolling straight onto his back. For a Dragon, this was their most vulnerable position, but it was clear that Cloudjumper wouldn't disobey his Alpha, and that he trusted Toothless implicitly. With that, the Night Fury stepped over Cloudjumper's body until they were more or less lined up with one-another.

"Toothless, what're you..." Hiccup began, watching with wide eyes as the Night Fury lowered his body down. He didn't seem to care who saw them now: he was far too sexually frustrated to back down. Toothless lowered his lower torso, his eyes gazing down into Cloudjumper's particularly quizzical expression, until their nethers began to touch. The stickiness of the Night Fury's slit smeared and slipped against Cloudjumper's crotch, and the Night Fury dexterously rolled his hips back and forth, making sure to spread the gooey substance around a little.

The nearby Dragons and Vikings fell silent as they watched the act. Some of them quickly grew uncomfortable or embarrassed and stepped away to focus on other matters, whilst others were too shocked, and possible too aroused, to look away. The air soon became filled with the wet, slick sounds of their slits rubbing together and the gentle crooning that came off of each of them. Cloudjumper looked particularly vulnerable in his current position, but he wasn't outright complaining, his pupils wide and his gaze curious. The more that Toothless moved, the more aroused the Stormcutter became.

Then, he finally felt it. As the wetness of his slit slid across the top of Cloudjumper's own, he felt the small, gentle bumps of the Stormcutter's twinned members, slowly poking out and making themselves known. Stormcutters had 2 sets of wings, and naturally had 2 cocks as well. This wasn't much of a surprise to a Dragon, but to a Viking, it was a peculiar trait.

Toothless wasn't quite sure how, but he managed to keep his own member firmly hidden away, as if his body knew he desired something a little unorthodox. Or, perhaps, his body reacted to the sticky blockage within his loins that continued to leak out. In either case, it was exactly what the Night Fury wanted. Slowly, he rolled his hips back and a small croon escaped his maw as the warmth of his slit enveloped the tip of the two members, if only for a second, before the Night Fury jutted his hips back until only one of them was inside him. It was going to be a snug enough fit as it was, and he'd rather not make it worse.

Slowly, Cloudjumper's member grew inside Toothless's warm, moist slit, as his other member stiffened and hardened against his stomach lower stomach. A growl escaped his lips and his gaze remained curious, the heels of his large hind legs scuffing into the drit, his wings lightly stretching. Toothless could tell from the way the Dragon's cock throbbed and pulsed inside him that he, like Skullcrusher, had gone many years without a mate. For Toothless, the snugness of the member inside him was as intoxicating and arousing as before, but it was made all the more pleasurable now that he was in control. He could control how fast he went, or how slow, and he'd make sure he got his fill of the Dragon before he was done.

Toothless made sure to plant his front paws down on the ground firmly, his claws digging into the dirt. His gaze never left the Stormcutter's own as his hips lightly gyrated, squeezing and milking the tapering Dragon member inside of him. Cloudjumper's cock was lined with strange little bobbles that made each movement more pleasurable than the last, massagging the Night Fury's inner walls. Toothless was silently surprised that Cloudjumper had gone so long without a mate, if this was the kind of 'goods' he brung to the table, as it were. He would have thought every female in the vicinity would be wanting to bend themselves over for him, but he had to silent remind himself that it was rare to breed outside of their own subspecies, and pairing up with one of their own was the wisest course of action.

His insides squeezed and a shuddering croon escaped his maw as the tapered end of Cloudjumper's member was finally meeting with the Night Fury's housed cock, and they soon began to rub together. The Dragon's other member was pulsing weakly against his own stomach, pooling droplets of pre-cum onto his scales that soon began to trickle down his body.

There was something both wrong and right about their actions. The way that Toothless moved made him feel more pleasure than he could have ever hoped, but he was aware that he wasn't asserting his dominance as an Alpha, nor as a male. Part of him didn't care, but the other part knew he should have kept up appearances, as least in public. IT was too late for that now.

Toothless began to feel something within him as his gyrating continued, and he soon began to speed up. The faster he went, the better it felt, and he wasn't quite sure why. The pleasure in his loins grew and grew, and a pressure began to form inside him that only seemed to grow tighter with each movement. He could feel his own cock stiffening inside him, growing more and more rigid as Cloudjumper's member slid and smeared against it. Toothless broke their gaze, just for a moment, as his eyes closed. His body violently shuddered and his tongue lolling from his mouth. He felt a sudden urge to squeeze his thighs together as the tightening knot in his body suddenly loosened, and a sickening wave of pleasure came over him.

As the wave of pleasure swam over his senses, he picked up the audible sounds of a slick wetness between his nethers, and he curiously angled his head to look between his hind legs as his own, firmly spread split, with the Dragon's cock buried deep inside. He felt a tight convulsing inside him that was periodic, and only sought to give him more sickening pleasure, enough to make him shudder. What followed next was mildly interesting, as thick globs of viscous, sticky cum seeped from his slit, beginning to trickle and pool around Cloudjumper's crotch and dribbling down to gather underneath him. He knew the other Dragon hadn't cum, and Toothless quickly realised it was himself who had orgasmed.

He shortly around thereafter that each movement was a little sensitive, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. He rolled his hips as the wet, sticky sounds of their sex filled the air. Cloudjumper snorted beneath Toothless and rolled his hips up himself, lightly trying to thrust as his pupils grew wider and the breath huffed heavily from his nostrils. Toothless guessed as much that the Dragon was close to his own climax, and he spread up for the brief few moments that it was worth.

If Toothless didn't know Cloudjumper any better, he would have guessed that the Dragon had been desperately holding on all this time, just to make sure the Night Fury got his fill. Nevertheless, merely half a minute after his Alpha's own orgasm, Cloudjumper was climaxing as well. A grunt escaped his throat and he rolled his head back, his muscles relaxing completely. Toothless watched as the cock that lay against Cloudjumper's belly throbbed and pulsed, spurting against his stomach, whilst the one inside the Night Fury added more hefty dollops of Dragon seed to the already potent concoction, the seed of three Dragons thoroughly mixed together inside the Alpha's slit canal.

Toothless let out a gentle croon of pleasure and pressed his nose down against Cloudjumper's cheek, for just a brief moment, in a sudden and spontaneous act of affection, before he heaved himself from the Dragon's body, knowing that such a position left a Dragon vulnerable at the best of times. Toothless swayed on his feet briefly as he tried to adjust himself, cum trickling down his legs and splattering onto the floor, leaving him in a rather difficult mess. The Dragons around them slowly began to dissappate as Cloudjumper hoisted himself back to his feet, taking a quick bow in his Alpha's direction, before retiring to his own rider, Hiccup's mother, who lingered not too far away.

"Uh...enjoy yourself, b-bud?" Hiccup didn't quite know what to ask of his Dragon, but Toothless as least looked pleased, though the Night Fury was aware he was rather dirty. He trotted forwards and then briefly turned, angling his body and gesturing for Hiccup to mount his saddle, in the most literal sense. The Viking inevitably replied, and the two took to the air. Hiccup couldn't fathom the reason why, but Toothless knew what he wanted to.

He needed a deep clean.