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What seemed like moths for Nenyryn was only a week. Her time among the all-rhinoceros crew had begun as rape but turned to indifference by the second day, the gouging of her holes and the musky stench in her nostrils ceasing to offend. On the third day she began to enjoy their advances. Her time aboard the Bronze Knob no longer was about transport but servicing her new masters. Her clothing had been removed from her, believed to have been tossed over the side of the cloud-sailing airship, but that was just as well to the lithe black dragoness. No clothing made for easier access.

The girl walked freely among the sky pirates. When one desired her company, he took her aside and fucked her. Nenyryn found she enjoyed being fucked up against railings. The view of the rushing clouds and distant land below exhilarated her like nothing else. Some of her best climaxes were had dangling halfway over oblivion.

It was the seventh day of Nenyryn's journey when the captain, who had not yet seen the dragon, called for her. The order came down the chain of command and one of the more lowly pirates found her in the mess hall being fucked by the chef near the stove on which a pot of stew bubbled.

"You. Dragon girl," he said gruffly. "Cap'n wants to see you. Bring him his dinner."

The chef grunted, snorted. He pushed on Nenyryn's hips, dislodged her from his cock and left his eight-inch phallus dripping and pulsing in the open air. He filled a stained bowl with meaty stew and placed it on a tray with a crusty loaf of bread and a glass of wine.

"Make sure that gets there intact," he said, his tone a warning one. He had begun to masturbate, leaning against the wall. "And hurry up! Captain likes his meals piping hot."

The pirate who came with the message also led Nenyryn back through the ship as she carried the tray. Its handles were sized for the lumbering rhinoceroses who had their run of the vessel; her hands looked the size of a child's compared to the object they held.

As Nenyryn passed into the small atrium of the ship, another one of the rhinos came near with a grin on his face. "There's the little dragon slut herself. Hope your ass is lubed up," he said, reaching for the buttoned fly of his trousers.

"Touch her and lose your hand," her escort said. "She's with the captain tonight." That settled it. The other rhino backed off immediately and without so much as a glare. To Nenyryn he said, "Right through there. Treat him with respect, girl!"

"Of course. Of course," Nenyryn said, feeling a palpitation in her chest. She had heard tall tales of the captain in her week aboard. She hugged the tray against her flat stomach and knocked on the door.

In swung the door a few seconds later. Nenyryn was shocked to see that the captain was not a rhinoceros but a horse. A Clydesdale, if she knew her breeds correctly. His hair was long and black, his fetlocks untamed and outgrown. The severity of his features softened only just when he saw it was the girl who had come to bother him.

"Finally," he said, and moved aside. "Inside. Now."

Nenyryn walked past him hurriedly. The rhinos were tall but the Clydesdale was nearly twice her height. She doubted if she weighed as much as one of his legs. The horse had a slight potbelly to him but the muscles in his bare arms stood out as if chiseled into marble. Scars pocked his flesh and his face. Nenyryn wanted no quarrel with a man who commanded a crew of rhinos.

"Here is your food, captain," said the dragon softly, setting it down on the small table central to the room. She turned to face him just in time to watch him close the door and begin to disrobe.

First to come off was his vest to unveil a broad chest lined deeply with muscle and scar tissue. Then the short trousers which he unbuttoned and slid down with no pause. His large equine genitals dangled in the open air, damp with sweat and powerfully smelly with musk.

"My crew likes you," he said, closing the gap to her in two enormous strides. His steps shook the deck in a way distinct from usual turbulence. "It's my turn now. Can you swallow this?" he asked, hefting his large, brown penis.

Nenyryn cheeks warmed beneath her fur. Her wings tucked neatly and submissively against her back. "I-, I can try to..."

"You do it for the others," he said, sounding almost bored.

"Yes, but you're so much bigger," the dragon said, looking down but stealing glances at his penis.

"Then you'll open your mouth wider," the captain replied. He took her chin in a work-toughened hand. A gold band adorned his ring finger; Nenyryn absently wondered where his wife might be. Forcing her to look up into his eyes, he said in a tone Nenyryn associated with her father, "Won't you?"

"Yes," Nenyryn answered in a tiny voice. "I'll-, I will open my mouth wider. That's all there is to it."

She cupped the flaccid member of the stallion in soft, furry hands. His penis was wildly different from the fairly uniform genitals of the rhino crewmen, all of them uncircumcised and variously plump and long, but all the same shape. Nenyryn had seen equine penises before but never handled one, and it was easily the biggest cock she had ever touched. She lifted it to her lips, smelled it only incidentally and was taken aback by its powerfully musky odor. Not much worse than any of the rhinos but still different enough to take her by surprise.

Nenyryn closed her eyes, wishing she could close her nose too. She brought the flesh to her mouth and parted her lips. The head, not yet flared, fit barely in her maw and Nenyryn acknowledged with a flash of worry that the horse was still flaccid.

"Good start," said the stallion, closing a mighty hand around the back of her head. He began to pull her inward, forcing her down his shaft which was beginning to swell. Its flesh deformed inside of her mouth, pressing harmlessly into her teeth. The head pushed against her throat, dragging a gag out of her, forcing tears into her eyes. He chuckled and said, "Now swallow. Swallow it down or I throw you overboard, girl."

Feeling no desire to test whether or not her wings could save her in a freefall, Nenyryn forced her throat open for a swallow which went against her common sense. As her throat opened up, the stallion's member scraped inside, growing stiffer all the time. Nenyryn gagged again, swallowed involuntarily and caused herself immense pain. It was impossible for her to bite down with her jaws wedged so far open. Saliva rolled down her chin, glazing over her breasts in little streaks similar to those spreading across the stallion's balls.

The stallion's fat horse meat, gradually engorging, carved out the inside of Nenyryn's throat. It bulged her neck and made her oral muscles and jaw sore in a way she had never known before. Her furry hands pressed against his pelvis as if to stop him but he was implacable, his hips slowly approaching her snout. Nenyryn's eyes opened but she could see nothing from behind the tears. She closed them again and thought please don't toss me overboard, please.

"You're doing well," the captain said, emoting more as his pleasure grew and his hips crept closer to the dragon's nose. "Going to fuck your mouth. Your throat. You can handle it."

I'm not so sure, thought Nenyryn in a panic. As her airway was closed off by the swelling cock, her body's reply was adrenaline and fear. She shoved against his pelvis with all her extra strength but it was like shoving a stone wall; the stallion did not give way.

Nenyryn's throat was on fire. The blunt head of the stallion's penis began to flare as its shaft plumped up to its full size. It felt to Nenyryn like the flare was a fist buried so deep in her maw that it was nearly against the opening to her stomach. The dragon had some space yet to give but the pain was tremendous; Nenyryn had never had a penis in her throat before, certainly not a Clydesdale's cock.

The dragon's nostrils flared against the sweaty, musky fur of the stallion's loins. His scent meant nothing to her. She was struggling to breathe and any air no matter how musk-scented was graciously inhaled. Her hands gave up on resisting. They merely clutched the thick trunks of the horse's legs, trimmed claws digging into the muscular flesh and coarse fur. Tears made her eyes useless, making the stallion into a mess of colors like a strange painting.

Heavy hands gripped Nenyryn's head, fingers cupping the sleek horns on her skull. He held the dragon in place and drew back his penis, its flare dragging up through raw flesh as the slit gushed precum across the slick, abused muscle. Its salty composition stung the dragon, adding insult to injury as far as she was concerned.

Nenyryn felt as if she were getting sick when the flared head pulled nearly out of her throat. The stallion grunted with a promising amount of pleasure, she thought. He said, "Good dragon. You're doing well. Now you hold still for a few minutes."

If Nenyryn could do anything with a gigantic horse cock impaling her mouth, it was hold still. Her hands slid down his legs and came to rest above her groin where they clasped together piously. She considered fondling the stallion's smooth, brown balls, something to help him along and therefore finish more quickly, but she was in pain and in no mood to give more pleasure than she needed to.

Now the stallion's flare pressed inward, flattening out somewhat as it dug deep into her throat. Precum shot from it in thick spurts comparable to complete orgasms from smaller men. Nenyryn's throat felt as if blades or perhaps a cheese grater had been dragged across its flesh. Even the worst cold in all her life hadn't left her as rough and raw as this stallion.

Nenyryn could almost cope with the slow push and pull of the stallion's hips but the horse wanted more. His hands seized her head, causing her insignificant pain. Then came the fucking, the sex she had been dreading. His strong legs drove his cock in and out, in and out as if her throat were a pipe to be cleaned by his fat, flared cock.

The dragon's eyes stayed closed but the tears kept coming. Slobber covered her face, slopped around by the rapid piston pump of the horse meat buried in her maw. The drool, her drool, ran down her chin and breasts and glazed her as though she were a candied apple with a large stick jammed inside of it.

"Good, good girl, you get to stay on my ship!" the stallion grunted, full of passion and emotion now, none of which Nenyryn was glad to see. The pain was incredible and she thought for sure that so much cock thrusting so quickly in and out of her mouth was going to cause her permanent injury. The horse kept going, detached from her pain, balls swinging like a counterweight to his giant body, slapping her bulging throat and chest.

It was with a sudden tense of his muscles that the stallion grunted and groaned and started to ejaculate. He yanked Nenyryn in to totally bury his member down her gullet. Its thick brown flesh throbbed along the bruised passage of her throat as it gushed its load almost directly into her stomach. Nenyryn, who did not much care for the taste of semen, would have been grateful for the direct injection if not for her present misery.

"So good," the stallion said, shuddering, grinning. He held her against his loins, rubbed the back of her head. "Nice work, girl. That was satisfying. You get to stay."

The horse pulled slowly back, showing care the dragoness did not want; she wished he'd yank it out quickly like tearing off a bandage rather than plucking it away one strand of fur at a time. It dragged out of her throat like a plow digging a field. When it was time for the flare to pop out into her maw, she braced herself, expecting to be made sick by the feeling. When it came loose she gagged, but did not retch. Semen oozed onto her tongue as his cock slid out of her maw.

Nenyryn rocked back onto her knees, whimpering and rubbing her throat. The tears were only now coming under control. She stayed where she was as the captain began to eat.

"Wine?" he asked amicably, offering her the glass.

"No, no thank you," Nenyryn replied in an almost silent voice. Some women did this kind of thing for fun; that was unthinkable to the dragoness.

"Sit down on the bed," the captain said. "Relax there." He called out loud enough for the rhino acting as his cabin boy to hear, "Water for the girl!"

"Really, I couldn't-," Nenyryn started to speak and then coughed. It only made things worse.

The horse took a bite of bread dipped in broth then said with his mouth full, "You'll need your throat feeling better. We're doing this again tomorrow." He swallowed, grinning her way. "Unless you want to see if those wings will carry you safely to the ground."