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A gentle breeze of air made the tall trees outside sway with the direction of the wind. The sun was high above, casting its bright rays against the stone structures that were located all over the area. Nestor stared out the window, eyes looking at the clouds that lazily let themselves be dragged wherever the wind took them. There was a cloud that look like a puffy pillow. There was another that was in the shape of a butterfly that made the dragon smile. The horizon was clear, the typical blue sky with a slight tinge of pink.

Truly, it was another peaceful and calm day, in the Artisan Homeworld.

Nestor turned his attention back to what he was doing. A stack of neatly folded scrolls were to his left, and one unrolled scroll laid in front of him. The dragon reached forward to grab it, and skimmed through the paper's contents. It took a moment to register but he eventually got the gist of what it was about. It was a group of dragons requesting supplies to help finish up the repairs at one of the castle structures at the village. The green dragon laid the piece of parchment down and grabbed his feather pen. Dipping it into his ink bottle, he then used it to sign the paperwork with his name. "Done...and done..." he remarked, smiling proudly at being productive for the day. He then began to roll the parchment up when there was a knock on his door.

"Yes, come in."

The door swung open, revealing a red dragon who strode into the room. "Afternoon, Nestor."

Nestor looked up to see it was none other than his dear old friend. "Ignitus," he began, but immediately frowned upon seeing the dragon having his messenger bag slung across his shoulder. "Please don't tell me there's more."

The dragon chuckled and waved a dismissive hand at him. "Thankfully, no."

A look of relief washed over Nestor. "Was that the last batch then?"

Ignitus nodded. The red dragon took the scrolls atop Nestor's desk and shoved them into his bag. It could barely fit, a few sticking out from the sides. "I swear, I miss the days when we weren't so busy."

"Savor it," Nestor replied. "It'll come to pass anyway. Repairs from Gnasty's attack are already finishing up. Before long, everything will be back to the way things were."

"Good," Ignitus responded. He secured the scrolls into his bag, making sure none of them would fall out. "Because I miss being able to just lounge around and do nothing." His eyes then darted to Nestor who was leaning back on his chair, taking a moment to relax. "Speaking of which, are you doing anything this afternoon?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I was wondering if you were interested in having a little romp." The dragon grinned. "All this work is getting me tense and I want to loosen up."

Nestor sat upright, smiling at Ignitus. "As fun as that would be," he said, reaching out to squeeze Ignitus's rump. "I still have to make my rounds around the school. Try asking Terrador."

Ignitus frowned, clearly disappointed at being turned down. "Okay fine. But you're still invited either way, Nestor." He winked at him before turning around to leave the room, his tail swaying back and forth. "We'll be at the Resting Quarters." The door closed behind him, and Nestor was once again left alone by himself.

The dragon leaned back onto the chair, rubbing his forehead. Ignitus's proposition was a very tempting one, but Nestor still had responsibilities to attend to. He was, afterall, one of the dragons that was in charge of running the Dragon Temple. He glanced at the clock that was hung on the wall, the hands moving to tell the time of day. It informed him that it was nearing the afternoon, and his schedule told him it was time to conduct his daily rounds to make sure things were operating as smoothly as they needed to be

"Alright," he said to himself. "Time to get to work."

The Dragon Temples were an integral part of Dragon Society. They were the ones in charge of educating the younger generation, teaching them the important life skills to succeed. They taught them everything from reading, writing, arithmetic, and even learning about their own rich history. It even extended all the way to fighting and learning how to wield the simplest of magic to both defend and fight with.

Nestor passed down the marble hall, before exiting through an open archway and into a meadow. Blooming flowers of different colors greeted him, giving the entire area a nice vibrant look to it. At the distance, he could see Terrador, a large muscular green dragon, standing in front of a group of young dragons, teaching them the basics of hand to hand combat. Terrador was lively in his discussion, demonstrating to them the proper form of how to punch, kick, and even wield a weapon. The students were all enthralled, attention fully gripped at what the instructor was saying. It wasn't everyday that they get to have a Peace Keeper dragon be one of their teachers.

Nestor continued his rounds, quietly passing by the class in session, and heading back inside. As he turned the corner, he bumped into someone who apologized profusely for their mistake. "It's fine, it's fine," Nestor replied, looking at the dragon who collided with him. "What seems to be the hurry, Latis?"

"Bruno is having me run errands at the moment," she replied, looking flustered and a bit haggard. She showed him the contents of her bag which was filled with shining gems. "He tasked me of getting these to help power the portals."

"Well do be careful now," Nestor said, stepping aside to make way for the busy dragoness. "You don't want to hurt yourself."

She chuckled in response. "Even if I did, I'm sure I can fix myself up in a jiffy. Bruno's been teaching me how to properly be a Beast Maker dragon after all!" She then waved goodbye, and continued walking down the halls to her intended destination.

Dragons were different in the Dragon Realms, or at least, had different groups amongst them. Artisans were dragons who chose to pursue creative endeavors, and that was the group Nestor belonged to. Terrador was a Peace Keeper dragon. Them, along with Dream Weavers, were the dragons who sought to protect the realm from evil. Beast Maker dragons were skilled healers, ones who sought to take care of their fellow kin, and the rest of the dragons and other inhabitants in the realms. The last group, the Magic Crafters, were the ones who were adept at wielding magic, researching arcane artifacts and creating tools that benefited the rest of the realm.

One such Magic Crafter was Volteer. Nestor glanced through the open windows to see into the class the yellow dragon was teaching. Various objects were floating around Volteer, and sparks of lightning jump from each object. Apparently he was teaching them the basics of levitation, and was mildly showing off.

"It's important for you, young dragons, to have a clear mind. Magic should come as natural as breathing!"

Nestor watched with a keen eye at the students who took on the task with varying degrees of success. Some were able to levitate the objects. Even fewer were able to replicate the lightning effect Volteer was showing, earning them a rounding applause from the dragon. Others on the other hand were only able to get one object to float before them. But there was one dragon that was struggling the most, and Nestor was able to see him. Much like their instructor, he too was a yellow scaled dragon. His face contorted to that of deep concentration, beads of sweat dripped down his face as he tried to channel the magical energy inside of him to make the piece of rock on his desk float. But it was to no avail. At best, he was able to make it shake a little in its place.

"Zaze," Volteer called out, walking over to the troubled student. "Any success?" The rest of the students of the class were already having fun with their activity. A group of them were even making one of their classmates float with magic.

The dragon shook his head. "Sorry, Volteer," he replied. Nestor noted that Zaze was fidgeting slightly in his seat as he listened to Volteer's advice. "No need to apologize," Volteer continued. "Magic can be easy for some," he motioned to the rest of Zaze's classmates. One of them had his face pressed up against the ceiling. Volteer turned back to face Zaze. "While a bit harder for others. Do not fret. Just keep at it. I can help you work on it even further tomorrow."

Nestor's brow rose, continuing the watch the dragon as he tried his best to do good on the activity. Volteer made his way to the center of the room, and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, I think that's enough for today."

A resounding groan of everyone complaining came as a response to Votleer's statement. The dragon just shook his head. "Don't worry, we'll continue this activity for tomorrow. How's that sound?"

The class cheered and Volteer dismissed them. The young dragons began to pile out, most talking animatedly with their friends as they went ahead with their day. Some passed by Nestor and gave him a proper greeting, to which the green dragon smiled back and returned. His eyes scanned the crowd of dragons and Nestor could see Zaze walking away by himself.

"Nestor," came Volteer's voice. "Is something the matter?"

The green dragon turned his attention to the conversation. "I was just conducting my rounds," he answered. "I do hope things are going well."

"Oh definitely!" Volteer answered. Then his expression shifted. "Well, aside from Zaze that is, but other then that, it's business as usual."

This caught Nestor's attention. "What seems to be the matter with Zaze?"

"He's a bright student I have," Volteer answered. "He shows great promise and is quick to pick up on things. Quite the social butterfly too, and gets along pretty easily with his peers. That is, up until a few weeks ago."

"Did something happen?"

"That's the thing, I'm not sure," Volteer replied, sounding quite concerned. "He started being more recluse, and seems quite distracted in class. I've been trying to find the chance to talk to him, but I've been far too busy for my own good." His eyes then darted to Nestor. "Can you talk to him for me?"

Nestor nodded. "Of course."

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It was an hour or so later when Zaze found himself standing in Nestor's office. The yellow dragon fidgeted nervously. His hand absentmindedly playing with the brooch that held his shawl together. The blue gem sparkled slightly as the sun's afternoon rays spilled into the room. "Am I in trouble?"

Nestor stood up from his desk, placing down the book he happened to have been reading to help pass the time. "No," he answered. He motioned for Zaze to come closer, and the dragon did so. He nonchalantly waved his other hand, and the door behind Zaze closed gently. "Your name is Zaze, is it?"

"Yes."

"Nice to meet you, Zaze," Nestor replied back, extending a hand to the dragon. "I'm Nestor, though you probably already know that."

The dragon chuckled, his anxiety waning a little. "Nice to meet you too, Nestor."

Nestor seated himself at the edge of his desk, his tail lazily hanging off to the side. "So, Zaze," he began, "I called you here because your teachers brought something to my attention. They've noticed that you haven't been able to focus on your studies as of late."

Zaze averted his eyes, opting to look at anything other than Nestor at the moment.

The green dragon softened his gaze. "I'm not mad," he said. "Neither are they." He reached over to place a hand on Zaze's shoulder. The dragon shivered slightly upon contact. Zaze then looked up and stared at him. "Is everything alright?" Nestor asked.

Nestor could see the gears turning inside Zaze's head, the dragon seemingly debating whether to answer his question or not. "You can tell me," Nestor added. "I promise you that it would be between you and me, and I can help you work through it. You can trust me."

The yellow dragon nodded slowly. After a brief moment of silence, Zaze then spoke up. "Well...okay..." his voice sounded soft, almost as if scared at what he was going to say.

Nestor visibly relaxed. The hardest part was behind him now. "So, what's up? What seems to be bothering you?"

Zaze looked up, and bit his lip. He paused for a brief moment before walking over to the older dragon. Nestor was confused for a second, but leaned forward when Zaze motioned for him. The yellow dragon then placed his maw next to Nestor's ear and whispered his problem. It definitely wasn't what Nestor was expecting, but in hindsight, it explained why the dragon was acting the way he had been. Zaze pulled back, his face now a deep crimson red. Nestor admittedly found the blushing quite adorable.

"Even right now?" Nestor clarified.

Zaze nodded.

Nestor planted his feet firmly back on the floor and stood in front of Zaze. "Show me."

The yellow dragon was caught off guard at the request, but followed obediently. Nestor watched as Zaze fumbled with the belt of his kilt, his hands shaking slightly, no doubt from anxiety with a tinge of fear mixed in. A few moments later, the dragon's metallic belt slid down the floor with a thud, along with his garment. He kicked it gently to the side to give him some space. "It actually hurts a little."

Zaze's lower half was fully exposed, and the green dragon got a good look at what the student's problem was. Before Nestor was a prominently stiff erection, bobbing freely and throbbing to the beat of the dragon's heart. Two plump balls the size of oranges hung low before it, providing the copious amounts of thick pre that leaked from the young dragon's cock. The clear liquid dripped down to the marble floor.. Nestor subtly lick his lips, feeling his own cock stir from his loins. He had to admit, Zaze was well endowed for someone of his age. It reminded him of Spyro's.

"Have you jerked yourself off?" Nestor asked, his eyes briefly darting back to glance at Zaze before ultimately going back to the dragon's cock.

"I have," Zaze answered. "I've done it multiple times this morning already. It just keeps coming back."

Nestor nodded, and then walked behind the dragon. He placed his hands on Zaze's shoulders. Zaze visibly tensed up, but let out an almost lustful moan as Nestor's fingers began to massage his stiff shoulders "Relax..." he cooed. Nestor allowed his hands to roam, taking in every curve and bump the dragon had on his body. There was no trace of fat on Zaze's frame, and even if there were, they were all at the right places. The yellow dragon was fit, ready, and able, reminding Nestor of his younger years. His hands went lower, and the dragon let out a cute gasp as the older dragon cupped his plump buttocks. "Have you asked for help from your peers?" Nestor asked.

"N-no..." Zaze answered. A shiver went down his spine as Nestor squeezed his rump. Nestor marvelled at it. It was like memory cushion. It would give way in the gentlest of forces, yet seemingly balloon back to its bubbly self as soon as he removed his hand from it. It was probably the softest ass he had ever touched. It would give Ignitus a run for his money.

Nestor bit his lip. At this point, his own kilt was being lifted up by his own stiffening erection. "Why is that?"

Zaze looked back at him, his expression that of a mix of someone who was embarrassed and scared in what he was about to admit. "I'm...too afraid to ask."

"Ah, I see," Nestor responded. He knew full well what the dragon was referring to. Nestor then moved back to Zaze's front. He glanced briefly at Zaze before ultimately reaching forward to wrap his hand around the dragon's throbbing cock. The yellow dragon let out a cute moan, sounding like music to the older dragon's ears. Nestor then led Zaze to the couch near the window, his grip around the dragon's member never loosening.

The two plopped down the couch, and Zaze looked like he was on cloud nine as Nestor's hand continued to stroke his hard cock. "Getting horny at your age is a perfectly normal thing, Zaze," Nestor said, continuing his actions. He squeezed the head of the dragon's cock, earning him a clear bead of pre that leaked from the tip. "Us dragons are sexually active and very virile creatures. It's in our nature to fuck, and be fucked. You're at that age when your body is beginning to crave for more. A handjob like this isn't going to suffice."

The dragon did his best to be silent, doing what he could to stifle a moan that threatened to escape him. Nestor placed his free hand on the dragon's shoulder and rubbed it caringly. "It's okay. There's no need to be quiet. Besides, it's cute hearing you moan."

A blush appeared across Zaze's face, and the dragon nodded. "Okay..."

Nestor smiled warmly back at him. Zaze was good company to have, and judging from the package the young dragon had between his legs, he was definitely going to be a good lay in the bedroom. He just needed the proper guidance, and that's what he was there for. "Fucking has crossed your mind before though, right?"

The dragon's cock throbbed in Nestor's hand. Zaze nodded. "Yeah. Ignitus just recently gave us a live demonstration in class with Terrador." The dragon flinched a little, a light squirt of pre escaping the tip of his cock. The memory of class that day sending a shiver down his spine. "Seeing Terrador's fat cock..." The dragon gulped. "How does it..." his eyes darted to Nestor, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Nestor understood the question and allowed himself to get more comfortable. Upon doing so, his own kilt shifted, revealing his member standing proud and fully erect. The visual of the meaty stick made Zaze's eyes go wide as saucers. "...Fit?" Nestor finished Zaze's question for him. Nestor grabbed Zaze's free hand and gently wrapped it around his cock. Seeing the realization in Zaze's eyes sent Nestor's heart a flutter. "We're dragons, Zaze. It will fit," he answered.

"You're so big..." Zaze sputtered out in amazement. His hands instinctively jerked off the older dragon's cock without him even actively thinking so.

"Speak for yourself, stud," Nestor commented. "You're probably going to be just as big, if not bigger then I am. You're still growing after all." He continued to jerk Zaze off, remembering that the young dragon was the one that needed help, and not the other way around. "I remember taking my first cock," he began, seeing Zaze's eyes seemingly transfixed with the meat rod the young dragon held in his hands. "I was scared too."

"You were?" Zaze asked, breaking eye contact with Nestor's cock to look at the person it belonged to.

"We all start somewhere," Nestor continued, "but yes. I was scared. But over time, I realize that there's nothing to be afraid of. It's perfectly normal, and quite frankly pleasurable." Zaze's stroking began to taper off as the young dragon leaned back on the couch, his breathing increasing. "You won't believe what it's like to have two cocks shoved up you while sucking on a big fat one on your mouth."

The dragon's eyes fluttered open, and he gave Nestor a look of fear. "Two?"

"You say that now, but once you know what it feels, it would be harder to satisfy yourself with just one." Nestor smirked.

Zaze nodded in understanding, heeding the older dragon's wise words. "I'm only able to accomplish that," Nestor continued, "with practice, as all things. That's why for young dragons like you, we have just the tool to help you."

The yellow dragon's cock throbbed in Nestor's hand. Pre began to leak from the tip continuously. Zaze's breathing was quickening in pace. Nestor figured the dragon was at his limit by this point. "W-what is it?" Zaze managed to sputter out. Nestor didn't answer, but instead used this as his chance to finish the young dragon off. His stroking quickened in nature, slow for a moment, then becoming a blur in the next. Zaze howled at the sudden shift, gripping the cushions of the couch until the color from the scales on his hands drained. In a few seconds, the dragon ejaculated.

"There's a good dragon..."

White hot cum launched itself from Zaze's rigid cock, going up high into the air, before effectively coming back down and staining the marble floor in front of them. One, two, three, four, and even up to five straight squirts before it even began to ebb down. Eventually, Zaze's orgasm finished, leaving the dragon a sweaty, tired, panting mess next to Nestor. Nestor removed his hand from Zaze's cock, taking this moment to lick the cum that clung to it. It was sweet, with a mix of bitterness, a taste that Nestor associated with the white milky liquid. He wanted to personally clean Zaze's cock with his own mouth, but decided against it. The young dragon looked completely tuckered out. He instead reached over to his desk to grab the roll of napkin he always had on hand for matters like this.

"Here," he said, handing the napkins to Zaze. The dragon thanked him and began to clean up his mess.

It was few minutes later that Zaze stood in front of Nestor again, clasping the belt on his kilt once more. "Thanks, again, Nestor," the dragon said, smiling at the green dragon. "I appreciate the help."

"It's no problem at all," he replied. "But that said, there is something I want you to do," Nestor said, leaning back on the desk. His own erection bobbed freely in the air, pointed directly at Zaze. The dragon blinked, then nodded, realizing what he needed to do. It was only fair after all. But Nestor stopped him. "No, no, you've done enough for now."

The dragon paused, surprised at the statement. "A-are you sure? It's fine, Nestor. I can suck you off."

Nestor shook his head. "This erection isn't for you today, though I appreciate you lightly jerking me off earlier." He winked at Zaze to emphasize the statement. "That handjob helped, but it's a temporary fix to your problem, Zaze." Nestor had a point. He could already see Zaze's cock twitching from beneath the dragon's kilt. "Visit my workshop tomorrow morning. I'll get you what you need."

Zaze nodded. "Thanks, Nestor, I will."

"You go with your friends now," Nestor said, waving goodbye as the dragon exited the room. A few moments later, he was once again left by his own lonesome. Nestor let out a sigh and glanced at the clock at the wall. It was already well into the afternoon. His eyes darted to his fully erect cock, leaking pre onto the floor below. He wasn't planning on taking up his friend on that proposition, but his session with Zaze gave him an erection that didn't show signs of going away unless taken cared off.

"Fuck it," he said, making a beeline for the door. "Ignitus better be ready for two cocks up his ass..."

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Zaze woke up bright and early the next day.

The dragon was quick to deal with his morning routine. Jacking off the morning wood that was the remnant of the dreams he had the night prior, before cleaning up and heading out. His meeting with Nestor left the dragon feeling excited, for a better choice of words, on what the older dragon had in store for him. Thankfully, Nestor's Workshop wasn't that far. Zaze passed by the village, seeing friends and neighbors going about their day. Some were preparing their wares to be sold at the market downtown. Others were just milling about, enjoying another sunny morning at the Artisan Homeworld. He even passed by Delbin, the red dragon carrying his easel and a bag of art supplies, clearly excited to create another artistic masterpiece. He was walking alongside Gavin, the coffee aficionado and owner of the esteemed coffee shop, The Teabag.

The yellow dragon turned the corner of the street, his destination in sight. Nestor's workshop was a small quaint building, nestled between the other stone made structures. A small sign was nailed at the front, a stylized drawing of a dragon and a variety of objects surrounding him serving as the logo. Zaze recognized them as typical mundane tools, like hammers, and nails, but then there were the more interesting objects that looked quite phallic in nature. The sound of a hammer being smacked against something could be heard from the inside. Zaze made a beeline for the entrance. The door swung open, and the bell that hung from the top rang to alert the inhabitants inside of his presence.

"Nestor?"

"Coming."

Zaze heard the sound of footfalls echoing against the stone floor. Nestor poked his head from the wooden door frame ahead of him, a smile on his face. "Zaze!" he cried out. "You're here early." He motioned for him to come over, and the dragon followed after him. The yellow dragon passed by shelves holding various objects that he assumed were the things Nestor made and sold as wares. They were mostly construction tools, like hammers, nails, and chisels to name a few. "Have you eaten breakfast?" Nestor asked, turning his head to look at Zaze. The green dragon was wearing a brown apron, instead of the usual attire he wore. A brown kilt covered his backside.

The dragon shook his head in response. "Uh, yeah," he answered. "It was just a small bite actually. I was worried I was going to be late."

"Well then," Nestor stopped in front of a closed door. He glanced at Zaze, his hand on the door handle. "I think I have some spare bread rolls at the kitchen. I can get you something to eat once we're done here." He then opened the door, leading Zaze in. "Welcome to my workshop!"

Nestor's workshop was everything he imagined it to be, and then some. What stood out to him the most were the various phallic objects that laid around. Gone were the mundane tools Zaze saw earlier, but was instead replaced with more sexually perverted things that resemble a dragon's mating tool.

"You make these...?" he asked, going over to one of the desks to take a more closer look at the objects that were on it.

"The dildoes? Yes," Nestor answered, walking over to one side to grab a bottle from a cupboard. "Well, I do get some help from time to time, but yes, I make them myself. They're all custom made."

Zaze grabbed hold of one of the sex toys on the table. He could barely close his hand around it, the sheer girth of the item proving too large. "Is this even for real?"

Nestor looked at his direction and saw the dragon holding the green colored toy. "Oh yes." He walked over to him, and opted to take the toy from Zaze. Even in his obviously larger hands, the toy still had a sizable girth. "This is Bubba's."

Zaze blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"This dildo," Nestor responded, "was made from a mold of Bubba's cock."

The yellow dragon blinked again. His eyes darted from the toy, then back to Nestor, and then back to the toy again. "Are you serious?" he asked rhetorically. "This thing is real?"

Nestor nodded. He then motioned to the other toys that were on a shelf. "That one is from Ignitus, the blue one is from Cyril, and that yellow one is from Volteer." He then turned back to face Zaze. "Terrador has still yet to come to get his cock into a mold of mine."

The obvious question popped into Zaze's head. "Why?"

Nestor then responded with an equally simple answer. "Why not?" he asked back. "I told you yesterday that dragons like to fuck. Well, what better way to learn how to fuck..."

The green dragon then reached over to one of the shelves and grabbed a green dildo. He handed it over to Zaze who took it in his hands. It was comparatively smaller than the dildo he held earlier that belonged to Bubba, but it was still big in his hands either way. The toy had a wide base, that tapered off into a decent girthy tip. Zaze could only imagine how much this toy alone would spread him apart.

Nestor then continued, saying, "but by fucking yourself, with yourself."

Zaze glanced at him. His brow then rose, and then he asked, "Is this you?"

The green dragon looked back at him, and smiled mischievously. "You've held my cock in your hands. I think you already know the answer to that." He then winked at him, before moving past Zaze to walk over to the table in the middle of the room. The yellow dragon placed the dildo back on the shelf, and then moved closer to Nestor, to see what the dragon was working on.

"This," Nestor motioned to the scroll that had a sketch of a phallic cock drawn on it, "is for you. I drew it last night."

The yellow dragon glanced down at the piece of parchment. It definitely was a cock, that was for sure. But upon closer inspection, Zaze noted that the phallic drawing had a sense of familiarity to him. Then he noticed the small bump at the base of the member, and the dragon blinked. "Wait, is this me?" He glanced at Nestor that smiled at him. "You managed to draw me?! How?"

The dragon shrugged. "I consider it a special talent of mine. I remember all the cocks I've ever played with." He then motioned to the scroll, and Zaze saw that there were some measurements scribbled at the side. "But I'm not perfect, however. Which is why I still have dragons come in so I can have them help me make a mold."

"That's a very...kinky ability," Zaze added, wondering what other possible things Nestor's talent would be of use to. "So?" he shifted his attention back to Nestor who was studying the sketch. "What do you need me to do?"

"Strip."

That sounded easy enough. Zaze went over to the side and began to undress himself in front of Nestor. The green dragon on the other hand pushed the center table towards the wall, giving the two of them some ample space in the middle. He then walked over and grabbed a mattress that was placed on the side. He laid it on the floor, giving it a few gentle smacks to clear what little dust may have been on it. By now, Zaze stood fully nude in front of Nestor, his cock already at half mast. The young dragon's hormones were still hyperactive.

"Get on all fours," Nestor commanded.

Zaze followed obediently, standing on the mattress before lowering himself into position. "Is this good?" he asked, looking back.

Nestor smiled. He got on his knees and practically admired the sight before him. "Yes," he said, reaching forward to cup Zaze's buttocks. They were still just as plump, and soft as they were yesterday. He let out a satisfied growl, much to the surprise of the younger dragon. Upon seeing his reaction, Nestor smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I just can't help myself. You have a great ass, Zaze."

The dragon lightly blushed at the compliment. "T-thank you." He shivered slightly upon feeling Nestor's hands roam all over his rump. Nestor wasn't shy in what he was doing. In fact, he was quite vocal about it. The dragon let out low growls of approval, sometimes squeezing, but other times being gentle in handling Zaze's raised behind. The yellow dragon felt his body quiver, his tail instinctively hiking itself up higher, and exposing his rump more clearly. Even Zaze himself was unable to contain his excitement. He released low squeaks of pleasure that didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying this," Nestor said, squeezing the dragon's right buttcheek.

"You make it...very enjoyable..." Zaze replied, closing his eyes. By now, his once half hardening cock, was now fully erect, pointing down due to its sheer weight. He tensed up when he felt Nestor's hand brush up against it slightly. "Though..." He gulped slightly, trying to find his voice again. "I don't quite follow what you're trying to do here."

Nestor let out a light chuckle. "It's simple Zaze. The secret to being a good fucker, is learning what it feels to have a good fuck."

Zaze glanced back at him, his brow raised slightly. He thought about the dragon's statement for a bit, before absorbing what Nestor was saying. "Oh...I get it." He nodded, followed by shaking slightly as Nestor continued massaging the outer section of his back side. "So that's why there's..." His statement was drowned out as he let out a cute moan, as Nestor inserted a digit into his winking tailhole. Nestor's finger felt cool, and yet warm at the same time. It tingled against his skin, easing itself surprisingly easily.

"Exactly," Nestor replied, fully enjoying what he was doing.

Zaze turned his head back, his cheeks becoming rosy red as the excitement was getting to him. "Will you teach me, Nestor?"

Nestor smiled warmly at the dragon, patting his back side lovingly. "Of course, Zaze. I always fuck my students." He then inserted another digit into dragon's hole, wanting to spread it even further. His loins were beginning to stir, his cock already standing up to attention to what he was doing. But Nestor focused. He had something else he needed to take care of before things could get really steamy.

Zaze on the other hand rested his front half onto the mattress, effectively leaving his backside raised up into the air. He didn't know what Nestor was doing with his fingers, but he didn't want the dragon to stop at all. Drips of pre began to escape from Zaze's now fully erect cock, begging for attention from the older male who willingly ignored it. Nestor just focused on what he was doing, which was primarily making the younger dragon get used to his chunky fingers.

That was when the sound of the front door bell ringing caught Nestor's attention.

"Nestor? Are you in here?"

"I'm in my workshop," Nestor replied back. He glanced down at Zaze and noted that the dragon was too focused on what he was feeling to notice that someone else had entered the fray. Nestor chuckled at the notion. He was like that too during his first time.

The door in front of them opened and a familiar yellow dragon entered. Upon seeing the sight of Nestor inserting now three fingers up Zaze's ass, he paused by the doorway. "I hope I'm not interrupting something."

Zaze let out a low moan as Nestor spread his hole even further. Nestor gave him an amused look. "No, you are not, Volteer. Though, quick thing, can you do me a favor?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"See that scroll over there?" Nestor motioned to the table with his free hand. Volteer walked over to it, and looked at the unrolled piece of parchment. "Can you write down 'L' for me?" the green dragon continued.

Volteer took a quick glance at the scroll. "Hmm, are you sure he's an 'L'?" he asked rhetorically. He then took the quill and began to scribble it onto the parchment. "But alright, I trust your judgement. You've never been wrong in matters involving cock after all."

Nestor chuckled. "Thank you, Volteer, I appreciate the vote in confidence." He then eased up lightly on Zaze, allowing the dragon to catch his breath. By now, the yellow dragon was a sweaty mess, only now being able to realize that there was another dragon in the room. "V-Volteer...?" Zaze asked, through heated breaths. "What are you doing here?"

"I was actually here to pick up my toy," the older dragon chirped. He then turned to Nestor who motioned to the one in particular at the top shelf. "Ah," Volteer reached over it, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I'm looking forward to riding you tonight." His attention then diverted back to Nestor. "Thank you for this," he said, holding up the yellow phallic object in his hands. "I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem," Nestor responded. He turned to Zaze for a quick moment then said, "Zaze, I'm going to need you to lie down now." Zaze nodded obediently, laying flat on his stomach on the mattress. The green dragon then turned to Volteer who was looking at the sight before him curiously. Nestor could see Volteer's cock already tenting the dragon's kilt. "Is there anything else, Volteer?" he asked. A sly smile then morphed on to his face as he added, "you know, you could stay and join us if you'd like." Nestor took the opportunity to grab hold of Zaze's bare butt cheeks, squeezing them in his hands. "Zaze's ass is magnificent. It's like the softest pillow ever!"

"Is it now?" Volteer's voice shook a little. He gulped. "Tempting," he answered. "Very tempting, but..." He sighed dejectedly. "I actually have matters to attend to."

Zaze raised his head slightly, a look of disappointment across his face. "You can't stay, Volteer?"

Volteer felt his heart flutter. If it weren't for the fact that he needed to oversee something today at the Magic Crafters Homeworld, he'd have dropped everything at this moment to fuck his favorite student. Unfortunately, it just didn't pan out that well. "Sorry, Zaze," he answered. "Though, I promise you, we can do that next time at school. How's that sound?"

"Yes!" Zaze smiled happily.

"I'll loosen him up for you," Nestor responded.

The dragon then moved towards the door, before exiting the room completely and leaving the two dragons by their lonesome. "Am I...really that tight?" Zaze curiously asked as he laid flat on the mattress. He glanced behind him and could see Nestor fiddling with the belt of his kilt. The green dragon unbuckled it, and undressed in front of him. Nestor's impressive cock was in full view, and it was already throbbing and fully erect. Pre leaked from the tip of the head. The green dragon placed his kilt on the table, and walked over to a nearby shelf.

"Yes," Nestor responded nonchalantly, looking for something in particular. Upon finding it, he walked back and Zaze could see him holding a flask with liquid in it. "Though, it's only natural. You'll begin to loosen up as you get fucked more often."

"And that's a good thing, right?" Zaze asked, wondering what the dragon was doing.

"Of course," Nestor responded. "A tight hole feels great, but it's nothing compared to being able to fully hilt yourself in." The dragon pulled the cork from the flask, and began pour a helpful amount of the liquid onto his free hand.

"What is that exactly?"

"Lubrication. I used this earlier on my fingers," he answered, spreading the liquid across his thick throbbing cock. He let out a light moan, the sound of lewd squelching filling the room. He then got on his knees, and Zaze braced himself. Nestor could see the dragon tense up, and he let out a light chuckle. "Relax, Zaze. We'll take this nice and slow." He lowered himself, and grinding his lubricated cock against the yellow dragon's plump cheeks. It was like rubbing against soft pillows. "Just make sure to take deep breaths, alright?"

"O-okay," Zaze answered. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes shut to keep his state of mind as relaxed as possible.

Nestor took this as his cue, aiming the tip of his cock head at the dragon's winking tailhole, and slowly moving forward. Already, he could feel resistance, but the fingering he did earlier helped loosened up the tight dragon. Zaze's face visibly scrunched up. It was like someone was jamming a thick rod--no, a tree trunk, up his back side. It was overwhelmingly big, bigger than he originally thought. His grip on the mattress tightened, to the point where white began to show across his knuckles.

"Deep breaths, Zaze...Deep breaths..."

The dragon did so, taking deep breaths to try and help his body relax. The feeling of tightness began to slowly dissipate from his rear, and a certain sensation replaced it. He couldn't quite put it into words, but his body responded positively to it. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, but if there was one thing he was sure of, was that he wanted more of it.

"How are you feeling?" Nestor asked, giving a moment to let the dragon underneath him breathe.

"...Great..." Zaze responded, his words slurring slightly. "You're...big! Fuck!"

"Do you want to keep going?" Nestor asked thoughtfully.

"Yes!" Even his own enthusiasm surprised him. "Yes! Keep going...this feels really good!" Zaze answered, curling his toes inward. There was pain, yes, but the other feeling was quickly surpassing it. Whatever it was, it was like it scratched an itch he never knew he had.

Nestor grunted, more than happy to accomodate his student's request, leaning in forward to bury his cock deeper. Inch by slow inch, his length disappeared with each second that ticked by. The dragon beneath him squirmed, but the look on Zaze's face told Nestor that he was enjoying every single moment of it. Nestor smiled to himself. Zaze was just like Spyro when he fucked the purple dragon the first time. Nestor took great pleasure as a teacher, and as the leader of the Artisan Homeworld, to introduce the younger generation to the pleasures of the flesh.

Eventually, Nestor stopped as his crotch made contact with Zaze's plump rump. The dragon successfully hilted himself into Zaze. "W-why did you...stop...?" Zaze asked through ragged breaths.

"I'm fully in you now, Zaze," Nestor responded. Seeing the surprised reaction from the dragon, he then added, "see, I told you it'll fit."

The yellow dragon craned his head slightly and could see a noticeable bulge protruding around the base of his stomach. "...Fuck...you're big..."

"There are bigger," Nestor responded. "But now here comes the fun part." He then eased himself out once more, now it being a more smoother motion as Zaze's ass was more wide open at this point.

The feeling of emptiness immediately registered in Zaze's mind, like someone taking something away from him. His lower half clung to Nestor's cock like a child to a mother's teat, desperately not wanting to be parted from it. The yellow dragon let out a mewl as Nestor's cock exited him, and then this morphed into a long drawn out moan as the older male inserted it back. It was like a key finding the matching keyhole. It fit like a perfect glove. "There we go..." Nestor cooed, looking forward to breeding Zaze. He had fantasized about this the night before, and he was going to savor every moment of it. "How does my cock feel, Zaze?"

The dragon tried to respond, trying to string sentences together. But what came out was incoherent nonsense, a blubber of words as Zaze's mind was filled with lustful haze. At best, he could stammer a grunt of affirmation. Nestor smiled proudly. "That's what I like to hear," he said, reaching forward to tap the dragon's cheeks. "This is what fucking is all about, Zaze." He leaned forward, burying his cock once more. He didn't even have to look to be able to tell that he was stretching the yellow dragon once again. The cute cry of pleasure that escaped Zaze's lips was more than enough of a tell for him.

"F...fuck..."

Nestor chuckled, rearing back again. Zaze took a big gasp of air as he felt himself empty out. Then he groaned loudly as Nestor buried himself back in. This time, Nestor lowered himself, putting his weight atop the yellow dragon. He moved the younger dragon's tail to the side, pushing forward.Zaze was pressed between the mattress and the green dragon, and he was loving every single moment of it. He could feel Nestor's hot breath against the back of his neck. Without missing a beat, Nestor planted kissed on the back of Zaze's head, feeling the dragon shiver underneath him. Zaze's eyes fluttered open, and the two locked eyes at the brief moment."I'm going to fuck you, Zaze. Would you like that?"

"...yes..."

Nestor's eyes narrowed, and a mischievous grin formed across his face. He didn't answer, but instead let his actions speak for him.

He gripped the yellow dragon tightly, and began to breed him.

His rhythm was slow at first, but he picked up his pace a few thrusts later. One, two, three, thrust after thrust, he hilted into the smaller yellow dragon underneath him, spreading him further than ever before. Zaze was long far gone at this point, his mind ablaze with the electricity of sensations he was feeling. His cock was making a mess of itself underneath him, and his rump was numb all over. The only thing he could feel at that moment was the tingling sensation whenever Nestor's cock entered him. It was like a jolt of energy that rejuvenated his overstimulated mind. He cursed under his breath, but Nestor didn't relent. Instead, the older dragon whispered sweet nothings into Zaze's ear as Nestor's lower half ravaged the younger dragon's back side.

"You like that, Zaze?" Nestor asked, in between thrusts. "You like the feeling of my cock?"

The lewd sound of squelching rang across the room as Nestor continued his actions. Nestor's balls slapped against Zaze's plump rump, that was now being battered and hammered into submission. Zaze tried to speak, but found himself unable to. He just let out a guttural moan of pleasure as Nestor went for another deep thrust. Clearly, the older dragon was enjoying breaking Zaze in. The yellow cried out, finding his voice once more. "N-Nestor...! I'm...!" Nestor didn't stop however. In fact, he doubled his efforts, sending Zaze's body into a frenzy. The yellow dragon underneath him convulsed, Zaze's rump constricting to a vice like grip that clamped down on Nestor's throbbing cock. The green dragon roared, relishing the tightness. He pushed through, fighting back against the tightening walls. Zaze ejaculated, making a mess of himself. But the cum was quickly sandwiched between him and the mattress.

But even Nestor succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. Smoke escaped his nostrils as he felt his climax nearing. Without warning, he roared, burying his cock deep one last time into Zaze's ass before ejaculating everything he had in his balls. Ropes upon ropes of pure dragon seed exited his cock, and into Zaze's hungry bowels. The sheer volume of it proved too much and some leaked out of his ravaged tailhole. Eventually, Nestor found himself spent, cock rigid and fully sensitive from the breeding he just gave the dragon. The two were stuck together, opting to just take a moment to breathe. They needed it. Nestor laid down on the mattress, pulling Zaze closer to spoon him from behind.

It was a minute or so later that Nestor broke the ice. "That, is how you fuck, Zaze."

The yellow dragon chuckled. "D-duly noted...

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"Is this everything, Ignitus?" Nestor asked. The green dragon was once again at his office, finishing another stack of scrolls that Ignitus brought him.

The red dragon took the newly signed piece of parchment and stuffed it into his bag. "Yes, actually," he answered, smiling at Nestor.

"Oh thank goodness," Nestor replied. "My hands were cramping up from writing too much." He leaned back on his chair, glad to finally be down with his workload.

Ignitus chuckled. "Maybe you should relax." He then winked at the green dragon. "You know where to find me." With that, Ignitus left the room, leaving Nestor by his lonesome.

The green dragon glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearing the afternoon already. His work was done and he had nothing planned for the rest of the day. His eyes darted back to the door. "Maybe I should take him up on that offer..." He walked back to his desk to fix some things when there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door swung open and a familiar dragon popped into the fray. Nestor smiled. "Hello, Zaze. What brings you here?" he asked, leaning against his table.

The yellow dragon fidgeted slightly. "I was...wondering if I could ask you about something," Zaze said, looking a bit embarrassed.

Nestor was always more than happy to help his students. "What is it?" His mind then jumped to what happened a few weeks ago. "Is it the dildo? How are you with it?"

"Oh, it's great!" Zaze chirped. "It's amazing, Nestor. It really helps. I don't have to go to school feeling distracted anymore," the dragon answered.

"Ah, that's good to hear," Nestor replied. "So, what is it then? What can I help you with?"

"Well, it was actually about that...the toy helps..." Nestor noted that Zaze looked like he was having trouble finding the right words. Though, Nestor already had a feeling what he was going to ask. Zaze's body language was everything he needed to see. "It's just...I kinda..."

"Go on," Nestor said. He admittedly found Zaze looking flustered quite adorable.

"Well...it's just..." Zaze's cheeks blushed at that moment, as he decided to just blurt out what was on his mind. "Nestor, will you fuck me again?"

Nestor's brow rose.

"I mean I really appreciate the toy! But I kinda...miss the real thing..." Zaze averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed at what he was asking the dragon for.

Nestor chuckled, and he approached the dragon. He placed his hand on Zaze's shoulders. "Relax, Zaze. It's fine, and I expected as much. A toy is a toy, and it's no substitute for a dragon cock. I'm just glad you had the courage to ask me directly. Asking for sex is very important. Communication is key, after all."

Zaze nodded. "So is that..."

Just then, the door opened, and another familiar yellow dragon entered the fray. "Nestor, have you seen Zaze...oh. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Zaze and Nestor glanced at each other. Nestor's eyes darted back to Volteer. "Now, you're not. What is it Volteer?"

"I was going to ask Zaze here if he wanted to join me at the Resting Quarters for the afternoon."

Zaze blinked. "Oh, I didn't know!" He looked at Nestor, feeling like he made a faux pas.

"It's fine, Zaze. Don't worry." Nestor then turned to Volteer. "We're actually going there now. Would you be interested in joining us, Volteer?"

"Really?" Volteer's brow rose. He then smiled. "It will be my pleasure."

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**Author's Notes:

Hey guys, I'm back! This time with another smutty fanfic. I admit, I didn't expect this to balloon to over 8k words, but sometimes, it's hard to stop when you're inspired. :D Ever since Reignited got released--along with all the dragon daddies that came with it--I've been drooling over the notion of writing something based on it. Admittedly, it was tough! But lo and behold, I managed to scrape up a plot, and here we are now.

You may notice some familiar characters in here, if you've ever read my previous stuff from DeviantART, and even more so characters from The Legend of Spyro series. I decided to port them over into this story, and maybe possible this "universe" I've built myself, because they were good characters and it would have been a waste to not use them otherwise. Besides, Guardian porn is rare to come by!**

Will I be writing more Spyro stuff? I don't know. What do you guys think? Honestly, all I need is a good plot suggestion to get me started. I already have a rough draft based on something involving everyone's favorite barista, Gavin ; 3 Who knows. But yeah, I hope you guys like this one, as I had a blast writing it.