[This story's creational documentation is tagged at December 2009]

COMPOSITION FF-SxD 05

The room was dark and musky, adding a strange feeling to the air that no one had been in it for the past decade or so. The thought was supposed to have comforted the muscular, golden-tan dragon sitting on the edge of the bed, but no consolation came to him as he gritted his teeth together, forming strings of words in his mind in some particular manner that wouldn't make him sound like a complete dickwad. He's rearrange the words around to try and figure out which way seemed best until he thought so much, the entire thing just fell apart.

"Fuck it," he said, finally. Then, he reached for the phone sitting on a bed stand next to the bed. He dialed the number and waited for the ring tones to stop. He got to the voicemail, the sound of a young and masculine hound's voice prompting him to leave a message after the tone. And upon hearing it, the dragon quickly slammed the receiver down. It took him a couple more minutes to gather himself up and scold himself before he picked up the phone again and redialed, stabbing the numbers on the dial with his clawed fingers. . This time, he waited, twisting the cord around anxiously. At last, there came the beep and he nervously cleared his throat. "Sh-Shale? It's, umm... it's Dags. Listen, we gotta talk. Kinda important. Just, um, just meet me by the Hogwash Hotel as soon as you can. I'll be... I'll be waiting for you." And he quickly hung up before anyone could answer. He didn't want anyone to answer. He didn't want to discuss this at all, much less over the phone. He needed Shale with him. Now.

Lifting a hand to place on the left side of his face, he winced. The paw he withdrew had a small smear of blood, which he irritably wiped on his cargo pants. He hoped Shale would come soon.

***

Some distance away, Shale was having trouble discerning the gruff, deep, and rather harried voice through the hiss of the shower, but when he heard the name "Dags," he quickly switched off the water to listen. Grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist, he stepped out of the tub, still dripping wet to race after the phone, but the message ended before he had a chance to answer. "What could possibly be wrong," he wondered aloud.

Then, hurrying to dry himself down, he quickly got dressed, throwing on a button-down shirt and jeans, grabbing his wallet, keys, then briskly quit the door. His hair was still dripping wet, and he hastily slicked a paw back through it to hold it back. Relying on the wind whipping past to dry the rest of himself off as he took the stairs two at a time, he felt a lump of concern growing into his throat.

The Hogwash Hotel wasn't too far away. He'd past it by a couple times and noted its location, but never really lingered around there. It was pretty-run down, and the folks he'd seen crowding the area usually didn't look very friendly. The voice he's heard on his answering machine didn't sound like Dags he knew at all. He wondered what could be wrong. As much as he liked to meet up with him, only being too happy to oblige whenever he asked him to come over, this time, it seemed like the circumstances would be much different.

The trepidation was a flock of angry ravens pecking irritably at his brain. At least, it made the trip to the Hogwash Hotel faster - either it seemed faster, or Shale really was driving semi-recklessly to get there.

He parked in the front parking lot and warily got out to scan the area. A scraggy, female grey wolf was holding a bin of clothes and beckoning two young pups away from a stranger porcupine, leaning against the wall near the front entrance. He took a deep breath and started forward. As he passed, the porcupine merely glared at him. Shale hurried his pace.

Hogwash Hotel was a sorry two-story complex, with a dirt courtyard surrounded by rooms. It was then, Shale realized how quiet it was. Aside from the sound of cars passing by that was seeming to get farther and farther away, it seemed as if the whole place was vacant, and has been for some time now.

Just then, from a shaded corner, hidden from sight, a hiss resounded to him. "Shale! Over here!" He turned, and sure enough, two gleaming, dragonish eyes were peering at him. Swerving his neck to the side, his teeth clenched to bear his pointed teeth, when he was sure the coast was clear, he stepped out from the darkness and into the sunlight, although his wings were folded around him to keep the light out of his face. It almost appeared as if he was trying his best to appear as small as possible. But this wasn't what troubled Shale upon first sight of him.

A small cut was sliced over one of the dragon's snout, and he had numerous bruises and scrapes along his tail, shoulders, and also a few on his arms.

Shale's eyes opened wide as he surveyed his friend and lover. "My god, Dags! What happened to you! Are you alright?" Shale rushed over, to inspect the wounded dragon more closely, as he frantically gestured for Shale to keep his voice down.

"Keep it down, you mutt! People might hear..." He lowered his wings and scanned the area again before lifting them back up. "Come on, this way," he said, grabbing Shale's paw and yanking him forward. The poor greyhound was literally dragged across the floor as Dags zipped across the courtyard, up a flight of stairs, and down an open-spaced corridor.

"Dags! Do you mind telling me just what the hell's going on?"

"Not here," he simply grunted.

He halted in front of a room Shale had only enough time to see the numbers 698 on before he was pushed in. Dags growled as he scanned the hallway again, then quickly shut it, locking all the bolts in one swift motion.

"Dags... what're you doing? And why do you look like you just got the shit kicked out of you?"

Dags leaned his back against the closed door and stood with his eyes closed, panting, his massive chest heaving in and out. Finally, he slumped down until he was sitting on the floor with his gaze fixed downward. "They know about me," he muttered to the floor.

Shale took a slow step towards him, his head cocked wearily to the side. "What?"

The dragon lifted his head, his eyes scrunched in a frown. "They know about me," he snapped angrily. "Everyone I know... or thought I knew..." He shook his head woefully. "They've disowned me. I didn't know where else to go or who to come to."

Shale's face was the picture of bafflement, but seeing Dags in such a worried and injured state caused Shale's heart to beat faster with fright. His head a worried jumble, the only words he could find suitable for the moment was, "What happened?"

He thought Dags would get even more angry at the remark, but he only replied with a deep sigh, leaning back and banging the back of his head in a soft, rhythmic beat against the door. Just when Shale thought his comment wasn't worth an answer, he spoke. "They were able to put two and two together. I'm a little impressed, actually. I didn't think they could. And now they all believe they have a right to control me like some sort of... sort of..."

Shale blinked. "Dog?" Dags verified this answer with a grunt as he shuffled back to his feet, ruffling back his wings and stifling a tail that jittered after him like an excited pup. "Is it because of me," he asked softly.

He shouldered past Shale with another grunt, heading towards the bathroom. "It's not because of you," he said with equal affection. But then his voice solidified. "It's those other damn people who think they can stick their dirty snouts in my business." He turned the sink on and splashed his face of the small trail of red on his cheek. "Now they won't leave me alone." He rubbed his face with a towel, tearing it slightly on his horns atop his head, but he didn't seem to care. Tossing it away, he added in his growl, "I can fight for myself, Shale, but I can't fight the whole world. What was I supposed to do!"

By now, Shale was used to Dags' usual tempers. He'd be lying if he said it never got on his own nerves at times, but right now, another enemy was the last thing his best friend needed. "Well..." Shale began, and then trailed off with a sigh. Shale never had many friends, really. He'd been happy being pretty much a loner, with a few casual friends to hang with once in a while. Most of them knew he was gay, and none of them really cared. Shale found he couldn't do anything but be honest. "I really don't know what to say, Dags."

Suddenly, a terrible realization dawned on Shale. The scenario that automatically played in his head left him frighteningly close to tears. He fought his best to swallow them as he trailed the next words, "If this means that you can't or don't want to be with me, I understand." His voice sounded like it was coming from under the bed.

Another exasperated snort from Dags made him glad his thinking was wrong. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't give a damn what they think, just so long as they leave me... leave us... the hell alone." He looked in the mirror and examined a bruise on his chest. The scales were dented out of place and it didn't look as if it'd be going away anytime soon. Then, in a sudden burst of rage, he threw a fist at the mirror, smashing the glass to pieces. Shale flinched at the shattering sound it made. His tattered shirt in the way, Dags angrily tore it off and flung himself on the bed. His bare chest heaved in and out as he glared up at the ceiling. His breathing was deep and swift, and Dags closed his eyes.

Silence followed. When the dragon's breathing had normalized, Shale thought he had fallen asleep before he suddenly opened them and spoke. "I wanted this more than anything," he said in an almost distant tone. "To be with you... and if keeping you safe means taking a few more bruises, well..." He lifted his head to stare intently at the miserable greyhound in front of him. "...You're more than worth it."

Several tears welled up in Shale's eyes and tricked down his muzzle. He was unable to stop them. "Oh, Dags. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." He sat on the bed beside him and moved closer to the large body, threading his hand into Dags'.

He looked him in the eyes, marveling at their brightness. "I'm so sorry that all this happened to you."

Shale watched as the corners of Dags' snout curled up and he gave off a short laugh. "Aww, come on, don't you get all sappy on me now." His voice was still a little gruff. Nonetheless, his own desire got the better of him as he lightly clenched his paw over Shale's. Then, he put Shale's paw on top of his chest and let it lay there, holding it to feel the pulsating beats of his heart. "Don't be sorry this happened," he said, quieter this time. "I wouldn't trade our time together for anything in the whole fucking world." Then, slowly, he began to guide Shale's paw lower down his body.

Shale couldn't help but smile as he let Dags guide his paw where he pleased. Leaning his muzzle down to Dags' snout, he licked him briefly on his nose, and, surveying the half-nude dragon, almost whispered, "You know... I still think you look fantastic." He scooted a bit closer to the dragon and to this, Dags smirked at Shale's expression, allowing both their hands to disappear under the rim of his pants.

Shale's breath could be felt so close to his snout, he took a deep breath and his eyes rolled up as they closed for the sensation to completely drown any thoughts about his aching side and face. He loved the cold, wet feel and silently prayed for more.

Inside his pants, Dags felt Shale grope him. And they both drew in a short gasp at the same time. The feeling was an electric shock that jolted Shale's mind into panting for more. Eagerly, he undid his belt and fumbled with the buttons on his own pants, struggling somewhat to pull them halfway down with only one free hand. He shuffled closer on the bed, then found himself lying half on and half off the larger dragon. He licked Dags' snout once... twice... and again. On the last stroke, his tucked paw gave his partner another playful, yet firm, squeeze.

Dags' jaw opened, then he immediately snapped it shut with a click. His diaphragm began to buck, and a moan escaped him as the tip of his appendage poked out of its sheath to be greeted by Shale's warm grip.

"Mmm... someone's frisky today," smiled the greyhound slyly.

"Looks like you'll have to tame the dragon yourself," replied Dags with a good-hearted and much-needed laugh. He left Shale's paw to work in his pants as he reached around and felt over the dog's backside. Lower and lower, they went, until they disappeared again, this time, down the back of Shale's pants. He rest his palms on the base of his furry tail before lust got the better of him and he took his ass by the handful. Like the slippery thing it was, Dags felt himself sliding out of his sheath much faster than he could control. It twitched and wriggled in Shale's paw, which seemed to be riding the waves and enjoying the ride.

Shale's tail was swishing happily from side to side, somewhat guilty at how much he was enjoying Dags' roughness with him. His compulsiveness must have rubbed off on him - literally, for every second Dags' knowing hands gripped and pressed his butt, he felt his own desire grow stronger and stronger. "Oh, god," he exclaimed. "I've got to get these pants off of you."

Under Dags' impious watch that said unto itself, "Knock yourself out," he nearly lunged forward, undoing Dags' pants with one quick motion before nearly dragging them off his loins. Then, burying his face hungrily in his crotch, he savored the flavor inhaling in the musky aroma of aroused dragon. Beside his head, Dags' cock was thumping and pulsating against his cheek, begging to come in.

Dags flicked his tongue over his lips and let his head fall back, simply allowing Shale to work him over. The feel of his paw on his shaft went wave after wave of pure delight and he began to find it harder and harder to keep still. He began to fidget, releasing small groans and grunts he felt himself slide fully out. His hands lifted again to caress Shale's back while the other lightly gripped the back of his head to push him further into the space between his legs.

Meanwhile, Shale was done sniffing around and was ready to do some full investigating. Putting his long, greyhound tongue to good use, he took long, slow laps at Dags' thighs and used both hands to fondle the dragon's exposed balls, gently stroking his slithery rod. Briefly, he stood up, in order to disrobe completely, making both of them completely nude.

Dags was watching him, smirking his usual smirk. Shale had his pink showing, long and stiff. It looked delicious. He'd have reached over and grabbed it when, without warning, Shale dove his muzzle down and took Dags' long, thick rod into his mouth first, sliding his mouth up the shaft and off of the tip, Shale half whispered something he couldn't hear.

There came a sudden shudder that traveled all over Dags' body, like hot and cold together, as Shale took his cock in and out of his mouth. It was so nice, he didn't want to spoil the moment by talking or muttering out cheap lines usually found on overdone pornos or yiffics. Instead he only sat up on the bad, cradling Shale's head busying itself in his lap. His mouth fell half-open and he snapped it shut. He really knows how I like it, Dags thought smugly.

He really knows how I like it, thought Shale in turn. He murred, stroking his own full erection with one paw before diving his muzzle back up and down, up and down, his partner's wriggling joystick. Clear pre was secreting from the heads of both their rods and while Shale eagerly licked up Dags', he became unaware of how keenly Dags was watching his drip... drop... platter... onto the floor. His other paw that was fondling Dags' balls, toying with them - teasing them - gradually found it's way further underneath him. Finally, Shale slid his paw between Dags' buttocks and held it there. He rubbed his tongue on the fleshy underside, which provoked a half-growl, half-moan from Dags.

Dags knew that Shale was aware of how he felt about being so damn polite while blowing one another, and he half-wished the dog would sometimes have the nerve to just flip him over on his back and slam his front side into his backside, using that nice tool of his to really beat some wood with.

Huh... so much for cheap porno lines, the dragon cogitated with a chuckle. Then, deciding Shale needn't ask, he ruffled the bed sheets as he edged up a little and lifted both legs to have his pale rim exposed, facing his companion welcomingly. He looked between them at Shale, who was now the one staring and licking his chops. "You know you want it." Dags had to widen his smirk at how Shale's eyes lit up and head bobbed knowingly.

Crawling up the bed, Shale pulled the big dragon's legs back farther as they leaned against his firm shoulder until they were both muzzle-to-snout and cock-to-rim. With his six and a half inches at Dags' hole, he toyed with him briefly by rubbing his tip gently against the ring, poking at him just hard enough not to penetrate. He need only move his hips.

Again, Dags growled, almost impatiently. "If you make me come too early, I'll have you bang me all over again."

Eyes locked on each other's, Shale smiled. "I wouldn't mind that one bit."

"Get that cock inside me right now!"

Shale giggled slightly and steadied himself by leaning his weight on his arms, which were placed on either side of Dags' head. "Get ready," he said as he began to slide into the dragon's warm rim.

But Dags' mind was screaming out at him. He could barely keep control of himself as his arms lifted themselves up to Shale's hips and suddenly shoved him inside. Both their eyes widened. Dags released a startled roar of pure delight. All at once, Shale found himself at his base, cock beating like a second heart. The poor greyhound had his head raised to the ceiling. "Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god."

"Keep going," Dags snarled at him through clenched teeth. His clawed hands were gripping the bed sheets, tearing them. Like he cared.

Shale didn't need to be told twice. He looked down at Dags' demanding countenance and suddenly, Shale's mind began to cloud with similar fiery-white passion. Why can't this dragon learn to chew his food first before swallowing, he wondered a little bitterly. Well, if that's how he wants to play... I'll show him. And then, he did something that made Dags blink back his faux anger: he actually growled back. "So you want it rough, huh? Well, do ya?"

It took a moment for Dags to gather himself up again, and when he did, he returned the remark with a challenging sneer. "Show me what ya got!"

Shale clamped his jaws together as he pulled out, then rammed his way back in again. Pulled out, then rammed again. And again. And again. Every time he penetrated, Dags would gasp, eyes wide, obviously impressed. In fact, he had to grip Shale's wrists with his hands now, just so he wouldn't slide out of reach.

"That better," exclaimed Shale. "That better!"

"My god... my god... that feels... oh my..." Dags couldn't even bring himself to finish his own sentences.

Shlup, shlup, shlup, shlup, shlup. With such vigor Shale pounded that the bed actually began to rock. Like a boat, in a rhythmic motion.

"You're such a... such a pro," Dags rumbled. "I never knew you could be... oh, god!" His body curled against Shale so much, all Shale had to do was lower his head and stick out his tongue to lap up the liquid pre exuding from his dragon shaft.

"Urggg... you're so tight," Shale grunted as the thrust into Dags. But still he persisted. Shlup, shlup, shlup, shlup! Shale began to buck his hips a bit more wildly, feeling his climax approaching. He thrust into Dags' stopping at the bottom of his knot. "Tell me you want it," he said deeply.

In order to speak, Dags first had to unclamp his jaws. It took an effort, but he somehow managed. "I... want it," he finally gasped. "Give it to me!"

Shale didn't know what he'd allowed to get into him. He was feral. Uncivilized. He was wild with excitement. And he was enjoying every second of it. He had to keep reminding himself that Dags wasn't being selfish... he has just... hungry. Ravenous. This thought is what floated his boat, along with the fact that neither of them would stop until they had both gotten their fill.

"You asked for it!" Just then, Shale's arms slipped out of Dags' grasp, and he repositioned them on top of his wrists so that the dragon was now pinned firmly to the bed. Though somewhere in Shale's mind, he knew he could easily throw him off, he knew he wouldn't dare. There was nowhere to squirm now. And with one more push, he pushed his knot deep into Dags' ass, sending up ripples of pain and pleasure that had the both of them crying out.

"Dammit," was all Dags found in himself to say. By this time, he was hardly aware of the sores all over his body. It was as if Shale's touch was the only thing he could feel. The cock stabbing itself in and out of his ass made him shiver and it took nearly all his effort to keep his wings from flapping madly about with excitement. He didn't even know such levels were possible. But ever slowly, he began to loose control of himself. The more he fought the urge to come, the more his body trembled - with what, Dags didn't know; pain, fear, excitement. But one thing was for certain, and this was the only thing that was currently registering in Dags' mind: It felt. Fucking. FANTASTIC.

Shale was squinting his eyes as he withdrew himself out of Dags with a wet pop. And then another wet pop as he pushed in again. Out. Then in again. Dags' stomach was heaving, and he savagely began to wonder if Shale would be willing to stop if he asked him to.

Not that he wanted to. It wouldn't be long now.

"I'm ready," Shale gasped. "Oooh, my god, I'm gonna blow soon!" He moaned and arched his back wildly, their thighs slapping slickly against each other. "Dags!"

His teeth were bared. Was that a smile? "Go for it," he gritted.

And with that, he felt it happen. An earth shattering orgasm, the most intense of his life. Shale penetrated one last time into the dragon with such force, their connection was suspended in the air. He felt himself fill Dags up with his warm seed, excess dribbling out, running down his buttocks before dripping thickly down on the sheets.

His ears were plugged as Shale had his eyes shut and that his moans had turned to elongated howls. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. For a second, Shale thought it'd never end. After three ejaculations, Dags' ass was full to the brim, but he still had four more injections to go.

At the same time, Dags' chest spasmed and heaved as he felt a wave after wave of heat glide over his naked body at Shale's cum being pumped into him. It sent a shudder from his shoulders, down his spine, and eventually out of his hardened dick. Before the first spurt, Dags grabbed a hold of himself and squeezed. Creamy-white dragon milk jetted from his cock. Streams flew clean across his chest and webbed over his snout.

Spurt, spurt, spurt. He managed to hit Shale below the chin as the rest landed on his built torso before running down and soaking up the sheets.

It was then, Shale collapsed on top of him, panting heavily as if he'd just ran a marathon. The two sticky bodies were pressed together, their cum still warm. Breathing in gasps. First Shale cleaned his lover of the cum tricking from his snout. And then he urged him on whisperingly in his ear, "That's right, Dags. Come for me... I know you have more in you, you big dragon."

For him, Dags agreed. Though he was exhausted, he lifted a hand slathered with the white substance, gripped his dick, and grunted as he gave a few more hard tugs. The last jerk invoked a final shot of cream that landed square between Shale's eyes.

At this, Dags laughed. "You asked for it," he said.

Shale looked cross-eyed at his forehead, and when the cum had slid low enough on his face, he licked it away. "That was... incredible!"

"You were a fucking beast," exclaimed Dags.

He giggled a tired, little laugh, then rest himself on top of the sturdy dragon's body, their dicks rubbing slightly against one another. He was on the verge of sleep when he heard the soft voice of the dragon resounding close in his ear.

"Thanks for coming, Shale."

"You mean... coming here, or coming as in..."

Dags chuckled and lifted his other hand to stroke the back of Shale's neck until he had drifted off. It was only when he was sure he was asleep that he uttered in a low voice, "I love you, Shale."

I love you too, Dags.