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Wymond busied himself with morning routine before the smithy he was apprenticing at opened up. The young dragon bustled with enthusiasm, his heart pumping blood through the pencil-thick veins that snaked over the enormous muscles on his frame. He quickly adorned his working apron that lovingly contoured his incredibly thick and wide torso when he tied the drawstrings around his mountainous back, leaving nothing to the imagination as that was all he wore while he worked. It took some adjusting to get the strap comfortable around his densely packed traps, but it was worth it in the long run to be comfortable for the day's work ahead of him.

The reason that he was very literally pumped with excitement was that today marked the day that he'd finally end his apprenticeship and move on to be a journeyman blacksmith, something he'd been looking forward to for nearly a decade now. It was his chance to prove to the city he served that he was ready to create masterpieces worthy of the other citizens' time and money.

Wymond went and piled in a large mound of charcoal that had since become weightless to him over the years of working here. From there, he blew a breath of fire into the furnace to ignite the flammable material, something that he only discovered he could do within the last month that delighted him to no end. The last thing to do was to pump the bellows to get the fire raging to a degree where it would allow metal to be worked with, which he only needed to do once due to his immense strength.

"Good morning, Wymond." A deep voice called out from behind the dragon, his muscular tail wagging slightly behind him. The involuntary act always embarrassed the young draconian. The honeyed voice belonged to the master blacksmith, and owner of the place, Aldus. He was a heavyset, middle-aged red deer with short brown hair and a large set of antlers, who had been working as a smith for over two-thirds of his life and possessed the physique to show for it. Years of pounding away at metals with a hammer to shape them into various tools and implements had molded his body into one worthy of a god. He, too, could only wear his apron at work and he, too, had his showing off his monstrously huge muscles.

"Good morning to you too, sir!" Wymond, by comparison, was a little over than half his master's age. Having started around the same time in his youth that the buck did meant that he had a potentially long career ahead of him, which he had dreamed of as it meant that he would be set for life.

Aldus warmly smiled as he placed a hand on the dragon's meaty, green-scaled shoulder. "Today's the day!" He playfully tousled his protégé's medium-length white hair.

"Yeah, I'm excited to do this!" Wymond giggled at the attention.

"As am I." Aldus pulled his hand away before directing the reptilian's eyes towards his. "You've been under my broad wing for the last nine years, meaning you should be more than ready to move on from your apprenticeship."

Wymond's heavy tail thumped at the floor in anticipation. "I won't let you down, sir!"

"I know you won't. A failure by you means that I have failed as well, but with how long I've been doing this I know that I'm practically incapable of being unsuccessful in this endeavour." Aldus proudly boasted, though it all was backed up by his decades of excellent production. "I know you'll make me proud."

"I will!" Wymond's eyes shone with elation. Truth be told he was a tad nervous at the possibility of letting his superior down, but he'd been honing his skills for a long time now and felt that the chances of that happening were slim to none.

His time at the smith had been an absolute whirlwind of work, but he didn't regret it in the slightest. If only the Wymond who started all those years ago could see where he had ended up today, he'd probably be amazed that he managed to get there in less than a decade. It made him think back to when he first got here.

He'd walked into the smithy without a penny to his name and scared out of his wits about being in an unfamiliar land all alone at such a young and precocious age. Right away he saw the absolutely intimidating figure of the master blacksmith cervine who at that point was only in his mid-thirties. The buck wore a well-tailored attire underneath his apron, which made him look like royalty compared to the tatters the dragon wore. The imposing buck thought that Wymond was just a lost kid come to bother him and was ready to be hostile to get the child to leave but held his tongue until he could hear the youngling's story.

The whelp stated, very feebly, that he was new to these parts and was looking for some place that he could apprentice at, ending up at smithy. Aldus internally cursed that the child came to him of all people as he felt that he wasn't ready to take on an apprentice at his young age, but the particularly wretched appearance of the dragon tugged at his heartstrings. Against his better judgement, he brought the child in to live and work with him. As much as he thought this might have been a mistake on his end, he couldn't just leave the kid cold and hungry and alone.

After a long night of welcomed rest on the fullest belly he'd felt in a good, long while, Wymond was taken by the brawny deer back into the smithy to begin learning how things worked around there. He had been given the smallest set of clothes that Aldus had to offer to him, but even they were too baggy for him, though he was told that he'd grow into them in no time if he did his work and ate well.

As excited as the young reptilian was to get started, there were a couple things that he noticed right off the bat as soon as he initiated his work.

The first thing that struck Wymond was just how sparse the smithy really was compared to what he had heard from others regarding the profession. There was the furnace where the metals were heated to be able to work with them, but beyond that there was really only the anvil and various other hand tools meant for shaping the pieces into finished products. It felt strange, but the deer assured the young dragon that this was all that was needed and to trust him. He did.

The second thing was that smithing was actually a ton of work. The work itself seemed so simple in and of itself - charcoal got set alight in the furnace to raise the temperature, the ornately decorated bellows were compressed to keep the fire alive, metals were placed in the furnace to heat them to a degree where they can be shaped - but just doing those things required a ton of strength that he just didn't have due to how large all the equipment was. For instance, he couldn't even compact the bellows on his first day, even using both hands!

Over the course of his apprenticeship, Wymond started taking after his master and began to grow more muscular. The growth started small, with the dragon just filling out his loose-fitting clothing more and more before getting to the point where the fabric couldn't contain his ever-increasing bulk and started tearing at the seams. Around the time he became an adult he discovered that he couldn't even fit into his clothes anymore which meant that he needed to begin seeing the tailor for adjustments or outright replacements, but after a year the costs grew too much, and he had to forgo clothes altogether.

Initially he was nervous about not being as safe as he used to be, but Aldus let him know that his leather apron was really all he needed, and he could get it widened whenever he required it as that alone was far cheaper than an entire set of clothes. He wanted to protest the deer's nonchalant attitude about being nude all the time, but the buck had also lost the ability to wear his clothes at that point as well. It struck Wymond as odd that he had almost caught up in size to his boss despite not working as long, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

The second benefit that the draconic student privately ascertained was that the lack of any sort of garments meant that his body would be on full display for all to see, which he gladly accepted by ogling the beefcake cervine during their working hours, as well as after work when they would travel back to the hunky deer's abode.

It took many years of maturing, but by the time he reached his twenties he felt more confident about himself and his abilities. He wore his size with pride as he'd gotten to that point by a lot of hard work that he could look back on in fond remembrance. And while he wasn't at the level of craftsmanship that his master was at, he was still capable of creating generic tools that the commoners could afford.

Wymond hadn't stopped growing at all during his tenure. While he wasn't quite as tall as the Cervidaeic god he worked under, he still kept packing on mass like it was what his body was meant to do. It felt genuinely surprising to him how easily it was happening, but he welcomed it as it made his job that much less difficult. He figured at some point that he much be reaching close to the same weight, which prompted Aldus to test it with a large version of a rudimentary scale. Using the dense metals they worked with as counterweights, Wymond was able to see firsthand that, although the stag was still heavier than him, he was right on his boss's heels.

Without the height necessary to look like the deer, Wymond's body required outward growth. Not only did he end up measuring thicker from the tip of his prodigious pectorals, but his frame stretched out farther in an effort to accommodate the hundreds of pounds of muscle that he effortlessly tacked on. His master lovingly called him 'Widemond' as a reflection of his gigantic stature - a nickname that he honestly liked and cherished.

That brought him to today, where he was hard at work maintaining the furnace ahead of the day's orders. The exponential increase in Wymond's experience over the last few years meant that productivity in the smithy skyrocketed, allowing for the pair of workers to take on an even greater number of purchased goods. There'd even be times when they'd need to complete a bulk order for a customer like the king, to which the young dragon was supremely honoured. The fact that people kept coming back to them with their needs meant the world to him.

One slight issue that began cropping up a few years back was his increased libido - a problem he shared with his superior. The two of them started noticing that the feel of their muscles rubbing against the rest of their bodies as they did basic things like swing a hammer felt increasingly arousing, to the point where their aprons would be tented due to their massive fucksticks engorging themselves on blood and end up soaked with precum. This forced the pair of them to have to take masturbation breaks during the workday, though not at the same time as someone still needed to man the shop while the other was away.

But that wasn't going to happen today, no siree! Wymond was on top of his game and completely focused on the day's events. The title of 'Journeyman' was so close that he could taste it. Nothing could possibly break his concentration.

Though a prolonged glance at his boss's cream-furred heavily muscled backside - crowned with that cute tuft of a tail - might give him some trouble if he wasn't careful. He'd just have to minimize ogling time today to be on the safe side.

"Now," Aldus' deep voice could grab hold of anyone's attention, "I'm sure you're eager to hear of your final task as an apprentice."

"Oh yes!" Wymond's thick tail swished back and forth on the floor he'd just swept. "Tell me what you ask of me."

Aldus warmly smiled when he saw how much his young protégé yearned for the assignment - it reminded him of himself at that age, ready to prove to his master, and the rest of their society, that he was fully capable of being a blacksmith. "Alright then. What I want from you is to forge me the best axe you possibly can using all the tools here at your disposal as well as the knowledge you've obtained from your years working under me."

Wymond drew in breath to speak, but he wasn't able to force any words out of his vocal cords for a few moments. "Is... is that all?" The request seemed paltry compared the work he'd done even yesterday. Surely there must be more to the job. "This seems like child's play."

"Ah, but you must pay attention to everything I say." Aldus pointed out. "I'm looking for your absolute best as, going forward, that needs to be the standard you set for yourself." The red-furred stag set his hands on his hips, accentuating his boulder-like pectorals and meaty arms that would allow him to uproot a tree should he so desire. "Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." Wymond acknowledged, his hands involuntarily going to settle on his tortoise shell of a muscle gut underneath his apron - his natural resting spot for them. "The only thing I'm wondering is if there is more to my test than just this."

"You're a bright one, that's for sure." Aldus placed his hand on the draconian's green-scaled cannonball-like shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "Yes, there will absolutely be something for when you have completed this project, but I'm not going to worry about that until we get to that point in time."

"You think I'm able to accomplish this?" Wymond wasn't particularly asking for a vote of confidence, moreso, inquiring what his thoughts on the matter were.

"Absolutely." Aldus nodded, his extraordinarily wide traps bulging as he did so. "I have no doubt in my mind that you will succeed. So long as you don't use cast iron, of course."

Wymond pursed his lips. "No, I made that mistake once and I don't aim to do it again." It wasn't that the dragon had cast some kind of implement in iron and watched it break upon its first use, rather that he stumbled on his way home one day and toppled over a cast iron fence all on his own. While a complete accidental and totally regrettable, it did teach the young reptilian a valuable lesson in that, while something may be made of iron, different forging techniques give the metal different levels of sturdiness. He remembered that while he remade the entire fence.

"Before I forget," Aldus patted the younger man's burly arm before heading back to the front counter, "this will be done completely by yourself. I won't be interfering with your work, nor shall you ask for my guidance."

A self-confident grin crept onto Wymond's face. "I can assure you that I won't be needing your services." Excitement shot through the apprentice's body, sending electrical impulses to flex the muscles in his heavy torso at uncontrolled intervals.

"Excellent, I'm glad to hear it." Aldus reciprocated the facial gesture. "I can handle any orders that come in, though if it gets busy then I may need you to assist me temporarily." He ambled over to the desk where he kept his paperwork but paused when a thought ran through his head. "You know, I just realized that there's something I never thought to ask of you before."

"What's that?" Wymond cocked his head, the muscles in his neck straining from the action.

"It's just that," Aldus straightened the papers on the desk before turning around to face the dragon, "across all the other towns and villages that I'm aware of, anyone with dragon's blood coursing through their veins is a part of the nobility in that area or is in some other high-ranking position, like the royal guard." His fingers were clasped together, save for his pointers and thumbs in which he rested his chin. "Then there's you. I don't think I ever asked you why you decided to work for me when you had the choice to go to anyone else first."

Wymond rubbed the back of his bull neck - he had no idea that his boss didn't know this aspect of him. "To be completely honest, I never wanted to fight. I grew up with six older brothers and we fought all the time when I was a child, so I didn't want that kind of life for me. I was the runt of the family, so I often lost." He ran his fingers down the scales on one of his brawny arms. "As for the nobility part - my family was dirt poor and could barely afford to feed ourselves."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The tone in Aldus' voice was one of empathetic condolence.

Wymond dismissed the beefy buck's concerns with a wave of his hand. "You don't need to be. I never particularly enjoyed the time I spent around any noble anyway. I prefer the company of somebody more down to earth."

Aldus cocked a brow. "Like a blacksmith?"

"It's the perfect example." Wymond chuckled.

"It still begs the question." The expression on Aldus' face grew stern. "Why me then out of anyone else in town?"

Wymond smirked. "Because when I first got here, I asked the locals around here who the best possible person that I could learn something from would be, and they all said you. I was told that, under your tutelage, I would have a bright future ahead of me."

Aldus had never heard this before from the other locals and it took a few moments for the words to internalize in his mind. "Amazing to hear that they all hold such correct opinions." He wasn't normally of a boastful nature, but he figured that everyone deserved to let loose once in a while. "Well, I suppose I should leave you to your work now. You've got a fair bit on your plate at the moment and should get started right away."

"Yes sir!" Wymond enthusiastically blurted out before rushing over to the hearth. The fire had died down slightly, but all it took to rise again was a single gust of air from the giant set of bellows. It took a few seconds to select the appropriate size of metal bar he'd heat up and he placed it right in the forge on top of the charcoals. The lull in activity brought him to a standstill while he waited to be able to work on the bar, but it gave him the perfect opportunity to return the favour of the stag's earlier question. "Hey Aldus, I have something to ask of you."

"Oh?" Aldus called out, his focus entirely on the cuirass he was engraving his initials into. "What is it?"

Wymond took a moment so as to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence. "Why is it that other blacksmiths in the city use these elaborate machines to craft their works with while you prefer to use your immense strength and basic tools? Is it somehow better?"

That got Aldus to smile with pride. "You've got a brilliant mind in that giant body of yours." Once he was satisfied with his work, the red-furred deer placed his tools on the bench beside the piece he had been handling. "I wouldn't necessarily say that it's any better or worse, it's just a different method one can use. I learned how to use the mechanical tools that the other blacksmiths use when I apprenticed, but when I set out on my own, I couldn't afford them right away. I had to make do with just the basic set of hand tools I was gifted with, but as you saw over these last years, continual manual labour does wonders for your body." His face lit up with a cocksure grin as he assumed a pose - his arms were bent into ninety-degree angles with his closed fists pumped into the air, making his split-peak biceps bulge like the nearby mountain range he was most certainly emulating right now. "At this point, I wouldn't go back. I happen to prefer this approach because that way I can save space due to not needing all these different machines to do my work with."

"Okay, that makes sense." Wymond had to laugh at his fortune. "To think I could've ended up completely different had I gone to someone else instead. I'm glad I came to you."

"And I am too." Aldus gave off a contented smile, only turning around when he heard the bell above the door ring. "Oh?"

The smithy door slowly opened to reveal the broad figure turned in the opposite direction, no doubt opening the door with his wide back. The person was obviously a beaver as evident by his broad, flat tail. "Good morning, Aldus!" The man pleasantly laughed as he turned to face the interior of the building, though his two front teeth still extruded from his mouth even when closed.

"Good morning to you too, Randel." Aldus nodded in the muscular rodent's direction. "I take it my shipment has arrived already?"

"Yes sir, I have everything you've asked for" Randel then spotted the burly dragon in the back, busying himself by getting his tools in order. "Ah, and good morning to you too, young Wymond. I can see that you're starting your day early."

Wymond turned to greet his guest, needing to move his whole body as he couldn't simply move his head due to the sheer amount of bulk keeping it locked forward. "Yes, I have a big day ahead of me." He beamed, clasping his hands together. "I have a really important job at hand that I need to make sure is perfect!"

"Oh, well perhaps I'll make this quick then." Randel shifted his eyes towards the buck at the front counter. "Give me one moment, please." The stocky beaver left the establishment as soon as he entered it, only to return with a stack of metal bars that he piled onto the floor not far from the hearth. The amount he brought in at once was well beyond what the average person was capable of hauling. Whereas other people might regard the beaver's display of strength as something spectacular, the two smiths knew that this was a normal occurrence.

"Perfect!" Aldus vociferated when he saw the large mound of ingots assembled quite high.

Randel had to stop for a moment to wipe his brow with the back of his meaty forearm, though he couldn't do anything about the rest of his sweat-matted brown fur. "Yes, that's everything." He sauntered his way back to the counter, a well-earned sigh escaping his mouth.

Aldus had to chuckle at the beaver in front of him. "You know, Randel, I think you picked a rather odd profession for yourself."

"Oh? And why is that?" Randel caught his breath from the exertion he just went through.

"Well, 'it's just that," Aldus scrunched up his brow, "the other beavers in the area all work with wood in some capacity, while you're here making a living digging through rocks."

The observation got Randel to give off a hearty laugh. "Ah, it's not all bad. Mining is a noble profession that will always be in demand, so I never have to worry about not having a job." He looked behind him to the door as if to see if there was anyone else standing nearby to it before leaning in closer to the deer. "Also - and you didn't hear this from me - any precious gem I find that I don't sell, I just keep for myself."

Aldus whistled at the thought of potential income the rodent must make. "Impressive. You must make off like a bandit." It made him wonder how much more well off he would've been had he gotten that chance. "You know, there is one thing that still confuses me about your line of work."

"Oh?" Randel's eyebrow perked up at the red-furred stag. "And that is?"

"Why do you mine the ores, bring them to the bloomery furnaces, and then bring the processed metals to smithies like us all on your own? It seems like a ton of work for just a single person." If there's one thing Aldus did know, it was the limit that one person can accomplish on their own before they need help from someone else.

"Ah," Randel's demeanor grew rather merry, "well you see, I've actually become rather fortunate enough to be able to hire on some new recruits who are more than willing to do most of the mining for me now. I still do the hauling of the metals myself as there is literally no one strong enough available to do it for me." The beaver used the opportunity to boast about his physique, bringing his massive arm onto the counter and flexing it, stretching the seams on his sleeve as far as they would go with his sumptuous bicep before relaxing. "Not that I mind, of course."

"I'd be careful of bragging too much if I were you." An impish smirk appeared on Aldus' face. "You don't have the luxury of forgoing clothing like I do since you have to be in public so much." The deer then took the chance to poke at the rodent some more, puffing out his chest in a display of pure masculinity. "It's a shame that you don't get to partake in the same simple pleasures that I and my apprentice do."

Randel shot back a brash look, licking his lips after eyeing up the master blacksmith. "Now, now, Aldus, you don't get exclusive privileges to show off in front of other. Allow the rest of us to have some fun as well." The thick rodent reciprocated the pose, easily matching the size of the buck's stuffed pectorals despite the slight height disadvantage. The pair of beefcakes had their eyes locked onto the other's, only to find their gazes dropping when a ripping sound could be heard emanating throughout the room.

The sudden unexpected noise caught the attention of Wymond, who gasped when he saw what the cause was. "Oh dear."

Randel's shirt had completely torn down the front due to not being able to contain his impressively bulky torso when in full flexion. "As much as I'd like to say that I'm surprised this happened, I knew this was bound to occur at some point. Tis an old shirt, after all." The fluffy, musky treasure trail that ran from the middle of his pec valley to his crotch matched the graying set of hair on top of his head.

Aldus was caught off-guard but was still able to offer advice on the matter. "Doesn't seem to be anything the tailor can't handle." The muscular stag was genuine at first until he flung a knowing glance at the beaver. "Though, I'm willing to bet that that was your intention from the start."

Randel felt a rather sanguine blush appear on his cheeks, only able to stammer until he could speak again. "I-I can neither confirm, nor deny, the validity of that statement. I just think he does great work, and it would be foolish of me to not let him work his magic on my apparel."

"Yes, of course." Aldus winked at the miner while handing him the money he owed for the metal ingots. "The stoat certainly is a master of his own craft."

Randel couldn't stop a goofy-looking grin from worming its way onto his face. "Yes, he most certainly is." He gulped, feeling a bit more aroused now that the scent of his hard-working muscles had begun to enter his nose. "Well, I should see myself off now. Gotta pay the tailor a visit and all that." Try as he might, there was no way that he could hide the third leg that had swelled up in his pant leg, nor the dark spot that had formed on the knee of his trousers.

"You take care now." Aldus admired the broad musculature of the rodent as the door swung behind him - he always liked seeing Randel in the morning, thinking it was a great way to start off his days. Now that that was taken care of, he turned his attention to the pile of bars that now took up room in his smithy. "Good, good." A sudden clinking of iron broke his focus, making him look towards the noise. "Woah, take it easy there."

Wymond stopped in his tracks, hammer poised in the air as if he were to bring it down. "I beg your pardon?"

Aldus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know I said that I wouldn't interfere, but you're putting too much force into your swings. You must be more precise or else your entire day will be for naught."

"Right, sorry." Wymond curled his hands into his chest upon realizing his mistake. "I guess I'm getting too worked up."

Aldus strolled over to where the shortstack dragon was standing and lovingly placed his hand on his pupil's hefty, green-scaled shoulder. "Just relax and let your muscle memory take hold over your actions. You'll naturally feel the amount of strength you need in each swing." The draconian's white hair had fallen in front of his eyes, to which the buck moved it out of the way with his hand. "You'll eventually get to where I'm at today. I'm skillful in creating all these fine pieces of work because I possess the dexterity required to do so. There is no use in having all this strength if you don't also have the finesse necessary to pair it with." He pulled the dragon's chin upwards so that their eyes met. "You know the crown that the king wears? That was completely my design."

Wymond's eyes bulged wide with awe. "Oh wow, that must have taken quite some time to finish!"

Aldus amicably laughed at the thought. "Nonsense. Gold is a very, very malleable metal. Compared to the steel we deal with here, I didn't have to do anything nearly as time-consuming." He held up his hands to show the reptilian. "The whole thing was shaped entirely by my own fingers."

"Incredible!" Wymond loved hearing about the feats his master had accomplished in the past.

"Yes, it is." Aldus pulled the dragon in close, those scales rubbing against his red fur. "Just don't tell him that I engraved my initials on the inside of the crown. I never told him that I did that, and I don't know how he'd react if he found out."

Wymond almost didn't hear what the stag had said to him as he was busy admiring how soft the fur that he was pressed against was. "Considering you interact with him far more in a year than I do, I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"Glad to hear it." Aldus gave his protégé one last squeeze before letting go of him and heading back to the front desk. As much as he wanted to make sure that the shelves on his side of the counter were in order, he wasn't able to do so as he heard a knocking on the front door. "What, again?"

"Hello, hello." Came a singsong voice belonging to a dashing otter making his way through the doorway. Like the miner that visited before him, he, too, was on the robust side with a body fit for the men of legend. "Ah, Aldus. Just the stag I was looking for."

Aldus smiled, knowing that someone he hadn't seen in some time wandered into his place of work. "Firmin! Good to see you." He took in the mustelid's outstretched hand and shook it.

"You as well." Firmin accepted the handshake, then let it go when it ran its course. He was about to initiate a conversation with the gigantic buck when the striking physique of the dragon working at the anvil caught his eye. "Well now, I can see someone's been working hard since the last time I saw him."

Aldus turned his body to look at the draconian. "With good reason. After all this time, Wymond here will be graduating from his apprenticeship pending one final test from myself."

"Well, congratulations are in order then!" Firmin clasped his hands together in genuine elation. "No doubt you'll produce work equal to what the master smith is capable of."

"Of course he will, I taught him everything he knows about the trade! Isn't that true, Wymond?" Aldus called out to the reptilian.

Wymond snickered. "It's true. I wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for Aldus." Taking one last swing, he stopped for the time being. The repetitive motions had got his blood flowing throughout his body, pumping his muscles out that much further than before.

Firmin couldn't help but stare at the cheery dragon, taking in all the sights that were on display. He'd had fun with Aldus in the past, but when he looked at Wymond, he couldn't help but feel enraptured. Despite getting it on with quite a number of guys, he'd never seen anyone quite as expansive as the young man by the hearth. "Well, he's certainly left his mark on you, that's for sure. Last I saw you, you had much less..." He bit his bottom lip as his heart fluttered. "Experience."

"Oh yes!" Wymond enthusiastically nodded. "I've grown quite a bit since being under master Aldus' tutelage."

"You don't say." Firmin practically purred, his mouth contorting into a wry grin at the younger man's choice of words.

"You know, Firmin," the otter's attention instantly snapped back to Aldus when he heard the stag's deep voice call him, "I must admit, with your handsome visage I'd picture you more as a bard than a knight."

Firmin could only guffaw at the observation. "Yes, well. Truth be told, I did once consider that as a potential career opportunity. I do love to entertain people." Flashing the deer a mischievous grin, he raised his beefy arms until his hands disappeared behind his head, allowing for his overly stuffed pectorals to be shown off. "But I can't lie, I'm good at what I do." He shrugged his developed shoulders. "I do know how to fight."

"That you do." Shadows were cast across the countertop as Aldus leaned forward, his large antlers blocking some of the light that shone through the window beside the buck. "It's the reason why you've been a part of the king's inner circle of knights for some time now."

"Aye. The king and I get along together quite famously, both on and off the battlefield." Firmin gave the cervine a sly wink before perking up. "I should mention that King Eustace has been thinking about requesting your presence, so expect a formal invitation coming your way. Perhaps we could even make it a celebration - maybe you could bring along your pupil if he passes his test."

"When." Aldus corrected, grinning confidently. He poked the lutrine's pec with a single digit, though he couldn't dent the flesh due to the densely packed muscle underneath the brown furred hide. "So what is the nature of your visit?" He stood up straight, his apron showing off how well it contoured around his titanic chest. He had to peer down at the mustelid now, but that was a common occurrence for him considering how he towered over almost everyone in the city. "I can see by your attire that you're off duty at the moment."

"Good eye," Firmin ran his fingers through his trimmed, brown hair, "but there's more to that than just being on my day off. I'm afraid that the old set of armour is finally showing its age."

That caught Aldus by surprise. "Oh, is it wearing down after years of battle?"

Firmin could only purse his lips. "Not exactly. It appears that, after thorough examination, I'm actually outgrowing it."

Aldus quirked a brow. "And by 'examination', you mean-"

"The buckles are taking extra effort to fasten to the point where some won't close at all." The look on Firmin's face was one of annoyance. "It's still in good condition after all these years, so I can at least give it to my younger brother as he could put good use to it, even if it would be a little large for him." He knocked his closed fist on the counter. "In the meantime, I will require an entirely new set of armour in time for the next conquest that the king is planning."

"I understand, but I think you might be a little bit behind the times. We have an armourer now who takes care of that sort of thing. You're not required to come here anymore." Aldus tried to remain affable in case the mustelid didn't actually have this piece of information.

"Yes, well, no one else in the city could possibly compete with your expertise. Those other sets of armour are children's toys only fit for play." Firmin's voice took on an uncompromising tone, completely uncharacteristic of his normally playful self. "Any set not made by you will not hold up in battle. Trust me on this."

The gears in Aldus' head turned as he contemplated his visitor's words. "I now comprehend why the king is so insistent that I, personally, handle his armoury needs as well."

"Precisely." Firmin added.

"In any case, I'm sure that you understand the process by now." Aldus rested his hands on the countertop. "Payment up front, then you collect you item when it is finished."

The expression Firmin wore took on an impish quality, one much more suited to the fun-loving otter. "As much as I hate to admit it, it appears that I've left my money at home. Isn't there anything else that I can do to pay you for your services?" He brought a finger to the collar of his thin, breezy tunic and teasingly pulled it downwards, revealing his massive, hirsute pectorals to the red-furred smith.

The act got Aldus to roll his eyes, but he did chuckle at the knight's tongue-in-cheek behaviour. "I'm afraid that you're going to have to try harder than that. Randel was here already, and he had no problem showing me his chest."

"Well, you might've gotten a peak at the old man's pecs, but did he let you feel them?" Firmin groped at his muscled bust in a flirtatious display.

"That he didn't." Aldus could only rub his eyes at the otter's antics, but the smile never left his face. "I'll tell you what, though. You pay me for the work I'll be doing on your armour, and I'll feel your muscles. Deal?"

Firmin laughed in faux disappointment. "Oh, you drive a hard bargain." He reached into a small leather bag that was tied to his waist and pulled out enough coin to cover the cost of his purchase. "I'll have you know that my muscles have been particularly firm lately."

"Living up to your name, I see." Aldus put the money in the drawer where he kept the rest of the transactions. "Shall we?" The deer put on his own lascivious expression.

"We shall." Firmin did little to hide the lust in his voice. Using his hands as leverage, he leaned over the counter to get in as close as he possibly could to the blacksmith.

Aldus then brought his hands to the lutrine's chest, happy with what he felt. "Yes, these certainly have gotten much larger since the last time we met."

"Aye, though perhaps that means it's been too long then." Firmin's gaze dropped to the stag's own set of prodigious pectorals. "You know, I think I can say the same about yours as well. Do you mind if I have a look?" He stuck his hand out to get a feel for himself, but the buck grabbed it with his own.

"Ah, ah. We had a deal, remember?" Aldus let go of the mustelid's hand. "You may look, but you may not touch."

Though a bit disgruntled, Firmin wasn't about to let the rejection bother him. "Fine, some other time then. At least one of us gets to have fun." He shuddered when he felt the cervine's firm grasp migrate to his sumptuous arms. "I wonder if you're the least bit suspicious of how I managed to keep up my physique."

"I admit, I am rather curious." Aldus didn't even flinch when the bicep in his grip flexed a few inches larger. "I was under the impression that the knights were all fairly small and loved to eat."

Firmin sighed as that wasn't far from the truth. "Yes, I'd say that somewhat accurate, but I am looking to change that. We knights must be vigilant after all, so we can't just be spending all of our free time in leisure."

"Clearly you do more than just eat." Aldus noted.

"Aye." Firmin impishly smiled, his tongue sticking slightly through his teeth. "I had a walk to the old stone pit not far from the castle and I just felt a little inquisitive as to whether or not I could actually move some of these rocks just laying around. We weren't in the midst of battle, so I had plenty of time to try it. I started out small, of course, but I noticed that the longer I did it, the longer I could lift these rocks. Not only that, but it affected how my body looked as well! Soon I was hauling the heaviest of stones around, but I know I'm not going to stop there; I've got my sights set on bigger conquests. One day these little pebbles won't cut it, so then I'll have to move mountains and-"

"Ah," Aldus suddenly gasped as a fleshy whack sounded out through the room. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to cut this short." His massive erection had slapped one of the shelves on his side of the counter and was now propping up the bottom of his apron while his pendulous balls positively roiled with seed. He was aware all of this was on display to the dragon. "Wymond, can I ask you to man the shop and help our guest with whatever he needs?"

"Oh, yes of course I can." Wymond replied without even looking up from his work.

Aldus breathed a sigh of relief. "Excellent. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He hastily made his way around the desk to the front door, not even noticing his visitor's stunned appearance.

Firmin could barely speak after glimpsing the largest cock he'd ever seen in his life. "I'm terribly sorry, but is that normal?"

"Oh, very." Wymond wiped the sweat dripping down his brow with the back of his meaty forearm. "That's been happening every day for a number of years now." He shrugged his tremendous boulder shoulder. "I go through it as well."

"I see..." Firmin rubbed his chin, thinking of how he ought to pay a visit to the masculine stag outside of working hours. "Perhaps I should follow him and see if he requires any assistance."

Wymond shook his head. "No need for that. He can handle it on his own, believe me." He smiled at the otter.

"Well I believe that, as a member of the Royal Guard, it's my duty to not only serve the king, but all of his citizens as well." Firmin composed himself in a spritely manner. "Now if you'll excuse me, I suspect that a certain deer could use the helpful hand of a knight." With that, the lutrine was out the door in a flash.

"No really, I-" Wymond barely got any words squeaked out before he lost sight of the mustelid. He pondered why Firmin was so insistent, until it finally clicked in his head what the knight's true intentions were. The thought danced in his mind long enough that his own arousal was starting to erupt. His superior couldn't get back fast enough.

***

With a satisfied smile on his face, Aldus returned to the smithy, his masculine odour wafting off of his impeccable frame. "So I think we'll be seeing more of Firmin soon."

"Oh yeah?" The heady scent had drifted along the breeze that entered through the open door straight towards Wymond. The poor dragon had a hard time keeping himself together as the girthy rod between his legs began to engorge itself with blood.

"Well, he's obviously a growing lad still, so we'll need measurements for his armour." Aldus let out a contented chuckle. "You can imagine how hands-on that will be."

Wymond whimpered. "Yes, I can." His testicles hung heavy with potent dragon jism, waiting to be unleashed.

Aldus noticed his student's sudden change in demeanor, especially the look of consternation on the reptilian's face. "You have to go, don't you?"

"Very much so." Wymond clenched the muscles in his pelvic region in an attempt to keep everything contained, but that only succeeded in launching his dragonhood upwards against his hard dome of a gut.

"Why don't you go and get that sorted out?" Aldus offered his apprentice a genuine smile. "I can handle things here."

Wymond didn't even say anything as he ducked outside to the private, wooded lot behind the smithy. The pair of them had been using this park area as a place to sexually relieve themselves whenever the need arose as very few, if any, people wandered this way. The draconian was grateful at that fact as he wasn't sure he could truthfully answer someone's question as to why some sticky white substance was pooling in the divots of the land without getting embarrassed about it.

Quickly freeing the drawstrings of their tension, Wymond shucked his apron off and finally let the front of his body breathe for the first time that day. Sweat soaked his hairy, white treasure trail, but the absence of something blocking it from the air around it meant that it had a chance to start evaporating. His own musk had begun to make its presence known, though the young pupil still had his mind set of the aroma of his boss.

Wymond never used to see Aldus as a sexual figure as the deer seemed more like a father to the dragon than anything else. That changed as he grew not only older but muscular as well, as the testosterone that raged through his system brought about an ever-increasing level of arousal that he felt the strongest when thinking about the buck. There'd be more than one time when he'd want to pleasure himself, but only after sneaking a peak at his foster parent. How he wanted to pursue a potential relationship with the deer, but he never got the nerve to do so and feared that it could possibly end his career early if things went poorly.

With one hand on his meaty schlong and the other clenching a nipple, Wymond went to town. Normally he needed both hands to pleasure himself, but the excitement racing through his body allowed him leeway in that regard. He couldn't even get both hands around his fuckpole, let alone just the one. Every beat of his heart manifested itself in the throbbing of his dick. The vein that snaked down the side of his shaft rhythmically pulsed along to his hand jerking it. He was already ready to blow before he got outside, meaning that this was all that was needed to shoot his load.

A loud cry from the dragon signaled that the area immediately in front of him was about to be painted by the white eruption coming from his flesh volcano. His cock launched rope after sticky rope of hot dragonbatter at anything in his path, including trees which had the bark blasted off of the parts that got hit. It took several minutes for his cum tanks to fully run dry, but he knew that they were already working on filling themselves back up again and would need to be drained again. They were frustrating at times, if not reliable in their production.

Wymond took a moment to just rest in his afterglow, admiring the nice day that was bestowed upon the land. When he felt that his prick was flaccid enough, he scooped up his apron and slipped into it again, needing to take a second to get comfortable. Only then did he make his way back into his place of work.

"Feeling better now?" Aldus inquired while fiddling with the head of what would eventually be a spade.

Wymond chuckled in relief, though still a bit out of breath. "Much"

"I bet." Aldus turned himself to look at his student. "I could hear you from over here."

"Oh, I was that loud?" Wymond groaned as he hid his face in his hands, his cheeks running a particularly deep scarlet.

"What's done is done." Aldus reminded the young reptilian. "It's not like anyone else would've heard you unless they were trying to. We're pretty far off the beaten path as is." He placed the spade head on a nearby workbench and waddled over to his pupil. "So how far along are you on your project?"

Wymond picked up his creation and handled it as one would hold a baby. "Honestly, I'm very nearly there. The head has been shaped, attached to the handle, tightly secured, sharpened, and polished. Basically all that's left is initialling it."

"That's great to hear!" Aldus gave the dragon a firm squeeze on his burly shoulder. "Once that's complete, then we can move onto the next part."

Feeling his motivation come back tenfold, Wymond instantaneously grabbed the necessary tools he needed and got to work. "I can't wait to see what comes next!" Quickly, but meticulously, the reptilian etched his name into the part of the head that was secured to the wooden handle before giving it a thorough inspection to see if there were any imperfections that needed to be dealt with. This was the most conscientious he'd ever been with making a piece of work, which made sense as this was the most important thing he'd ever had to work on. "I think it's ready."

"And I will be the judge of that." Aldus gently accepted the axe from his apprentice, auditing every aspect of it with a careful eye. "Let's see, the head tapers off into identical blades on both ends," he taps one of the edges with his thumb just long enough to ascertain the sharpness of it, "blades are sufficiently sharpened," he gave the head a good tug but accomplished nothing from it, "handle is extraordinarily attached..." He silently looked over the rest of the implement wordlessly, only sometimes flicking his eyes up to his student, who was watching with bated breath. After what felt like an eternity, the buck held the axe like anyone would and gave it a cursory swing in the air. "I'd say this passes the visual examination."

Wymond's eyes lit up upon hearing those words. "Really?!" It was as if his heart was going to go into overdrive from the vindication.

"Yes, but the test is not over yet." Aldus held the axe upside-down in his hand before turning to the door of the smithy. "Come with me."

The feeling of thinking all was finished and then finding out it wasn't conflicted Wymond. The young dragon did as he was told but wanted to object and say that he had done what was asked of him. Nevertheless, he followed his master out to the lot behind their building, with parts of it still covered in their musky cum. "Um, what are we doing out here?"

"There's a reason that I asked you to make an axe." Aldus pointed out. "With all these trees around, it gives me the perfect opportunity to do a more thorough analysis."

"And what will you be looking for?" Wymond inquired quizzically.

Aldus hefted the axe over his shoulder with one hand. "It's practically a formality at this point as I know the quality of the tool, but I want to see just how far I can penetrate the trunk of a tree with a single swing."

"Oh!" Wymond nodded in approval. "I understand now."

"You're a bright kid, I knew you would." Aldus winked before assuming the correct stance. "I'm going to ask you to stand back now." He waited until his protégé was an adequate distance away before even thinking of starting, then let a mighty swing commence. A loud roar escaped his throat as he barreled down onto the tree with all the force his arms could muster. He felt that he made contact but wasn't sure how far he drove the blade into the trunk of the tree, doing a double take when he saw that the tree slowly tipped over until it crashed onto the solid earth below. The axe cleaved through the entirety of the thick, woody trunk without any difficulty.

Silence lasted for what felt like hours as Wymond stared hopefully at his boss who was in turn starting at the axe in his hand. "So does this mean that I passed?"

"Unequivocally." Aldus regarded the tool in his grasp with sheer amazement. "Consider yourself the proud creator of a masterpiece." The stag graciously handed the axe back to the young draconian. "This belongs to you. You may do whatever you want with it."

"Whatever I want?" Wymond tapped his chin in thought. "I was just going to keep this in my room to be completely honest."

Aldus couldn't help but guffaw, knowing that he still kept the cuirass he made at the end of his apprenticeship beside his bed. "And you can." It was then that he heard a loud grumble come from the stomach of his student, who was now looking rather sheepish. "I suppose it's time we head home for some food, huh?"

A meal consisting of the fattest wild boar Wymond had ever seen was exactly what he'd needed to commemorate his biggest achievement in life so far. He wagered that it must've taken all day to cook, meaning that his mentor would've had it roasting since before they left for work. "I think that might've been the best dinner I've ever had."

"I'm glad you think so. It certainly wasn't easy to prepare." Aldus had gathered every piece of cutlery and scullery used by the pair of them and placed them in a cauldron filled with hot water that had just been heated up over a fire. "You look like you can barely move judging by the expression you're making."

"It genuinely almost feels like it." Wymond giggled. "Oh, I had a thought."

Aldus had begun cleaning the plates with a scrap piece of cloth. "Yes?"

Wymond shifted himself in his chair to get into a more comfortable position. "Is there anything I should know after finishing my apprenticeship?"

"Yes. Charge more for chain mail." Aldus replied without even thinking about it.

That struck Wymond as particularly odd and specific. "Really? Why is that?"

"Because it's incredibly meticulous and time consuming to not only create all the links needed, but to also assemble them into a wearable set of armour. I usually try to avoid doing so whenever I can, but it's not always possible. Thus, you charge more to make it." Aldus stated matter-of-factly.

"That... makes an awful lot of sense." Wymond considered his teacher's words, impressed with the thought that had gone into them.

"Now it's my turn to ask you something." Aldus finished washing everything in the basin before using another cloth to dry them off. "What do you know about our king?"

Wymond wanted to say something, but nothing seemed to be popping into his head. "Um, I guess not much." He genuinely wracked his brain for any tidbit of information that may be in there. "I know that his name is Eustace and that he's a hare of some kind."

Aldus smirked. "Correct, a brown hare. Anything else?"

"To be honest, I don't really know. I've never met the man, let alone seen him before." Wymond felt like this may have been some sort of other test that he ended up failing. The grimace that formed onto his face indicated as such.

Aldus, on the other hand, couldn't stop his grin from taking over his face. "Ah, I see. Well he and I have met many a time over the years, to the point where I think we could call ourselves acquaintances." Content with his work, Aldus went to put away the eating paraphernalia. "By far, he's the largest person to live in the city, and that's by a wide margin."

Wymond narrowed his eyes at the deer. "What do you mean by 'largest'?"

"I mean physically." Aldus replied without skipping a beat.

That absolutely shocked Wymond to hear that. "Even bigger than you?!"

"Of course! He'd have to be. He's the one that leads his knights into battle, so it makes perfect sense that years of fighting and doing everything it took to come out on top would have that kind of an effect on his body." Aldus took a seat next to the green-scaled reptilian.

Wymond cocked his head, his traps bulged accordingly. "So how well do you know him then?"

"Carnally." Aldus gave the younger man a shrewd look.

"No way!" Wymond's jaw dropped upon hearing that, the dragon left absolutely flabbergasted. "You and our king?!"

Aldus heartily laughed at his student's reaction, reaching around him, and pulling him into a heavily muscled embrace. "Oh, it's true. Why do you think he trusted me as the smithy for all his troops in the first place?"

"I honestly hadn't thought of that. I thought he just knew that you were the best at your job and wouldn't bother going anywhere else." Arousal once again shot through Wymond's body as he inhaled the masculine scent of his boss.

"I was just thinking," started Aldus, the gears in his head turning, "I know the perfect spot where we could celebrate your ascent up the ranks."

"Oh?" Wymond wanted to look up at the buck's handsome visage but found that he couldn't due to a red-furred pectoral in his way. "Where about?"

A wily grin spread itself across Aldus' face. "I'll show you. I think you're really going to like it."

***

"Woah!" Wymond exclaimed when he saw the hot spring for the first time. It never would've occurred to him that there would be anything remotely as interesting as this in the area as the path to get there was unmarked and heavily covered up so that very few people knew of its existence. "How often do you come up here?"

The question got Aldus to ponder the answer as he'd never really kept track. His eyes darted to and fro as his brain worked itself into figuring out the correct reply. "Probably at least a couple times a month, I'd say."

"Wow, I had no idea this place even existed." The steam rising off the water in the spring felt enticing to Wymond as he never minded warmer temperatures as much as the average person in the city. "I could've used a place like this to relax ages ago."

Aldus' heart was beating a mile a minute, his eyes totally locked onto the shorter, but impressively densely muscular, dragon beside him. Despite the warm air circulating around them, he could still feel his hands get clammy from anticipation. "Hey Wymond."

"Yes?" Wymond turned his body to look at the stag, only for his face to be grabbed and brought into a kiss. It flustered the daylights out of him until he internalized the fact that this was happening and pushed himself into the passionate embrace. His hands wandered all along the older deer's godlike body, feeling the peak and valley of every muscle his fingers encountered. He didn't have to be gentle - he knew that his master was more than capable of handling a rougher grasp - but he didn't have any experience as to how this was supposed to go.

Aldus was intimately aware of just how callow the green-scaled dragon really was at this judging by the way his tongue was getting awkwardly assaulted by the younger man's. Nevertheless, this was an excellent opportunity to learn the art of making love to another man, something that he was certain his protégé would become an expert in. It was also his first time fully caressing the short, but extraordinarily thick body of his student and he loved every second of it.

Eventually the kiss came to its natural conclusion, leaving the pair of them more riled up than ever before and panting lustfully while staring right at each other. "A-Aldus?" Wymond whined as he felt his arousal skyrocket in an instant.

"I've been wanting to do that for some time now, but I never really found a good opportunity to." Aldus also felt his blood rushing south towards crotch, inflating his swelling meatlog in record time. "I'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished."

"I-I don't understand." Wymond stammered, the mixed emotions he felt rampaged throughout his colossal body.

Aldus gave off a warm, fatherly smile. "I love you, Wymond."

Wymond was nearly left speechless. "I... I love you too, sir."

"You can drop the formalities here." Aldus reached over to the dragon's face and grazed one of those cheeks with a thumb. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long now."

"Y-You have?!" Wymond could feel his face going flush, though for once it was because he was overjoyed. "I always wanted to as well, but I-I was scared that it could jeopardize my career and-and-and I thought that maybe we'd be incompatible-"

"Ah." Aldus gingerly placed his index finger on the draconian's lips. "Now why would you think that we're incompatible, hmm?"

Wymond gulped, afraid that he was making a fool out of himself. "Oh, well, you see... there's the difference in age between us, I thought that that would be a problem."

Aldus chuckled. "Well, are you an adult?"

Wymond blinked at such a straightforward inquiry. "Um, yes, I am. I have been for several years now."

"So what's the issue?" Aldus' face was sincere, but his question was incredibly blunt.

It was as if a weight had been lifted off Wymond's massive shoulder upon hearing his father figure talk with him. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense." He then took in another breath of air, panic setting in again. "But then there's also the fact that you're so much taller than me and I just-"

This time Aldus just laughed as this concern was even less of a problem to him. "Did you know that I actually never minded the fact that you were shorter than me?"

That actually floored Wymond. "You didn't?"

"Not in the slightest." Aldus wore a confident smile, bringing the dragon's chin up with his hand to meet his gaze. "You put that lack of height to great use."

That got Wymond to blush profusely at the high praise. "I'm really happy you think so."

"Your width is something that I've never seen before on a person. It must be that pure draconic essence inside of you that's pushed you this far." Aldus used his free hand to poke at his protégé's humongous, green-scaled pectoral where he thought the heart was supposed to be.

"I wouldn't say that it's entirely because of that. I was the runt of the family, after all, even accounting for my younger age." Wymond bashfully admitted, his cheeks once again painting themselves a deep shade of crimson. "You were the one who gave me the push in the first place, and I never would've gotten to this point had it not been for you."

Aldus blissfully sighed, running his hair through that white mane the reptilian sported. "Perhaps, though I have no doubt that you'll surpass even my size at some point, and you'll never look back" He placed both hands on the dragon's thick traps, giving the heavily packed muscles a firm squeeze. "You'll make me so proud, I'm sure of it."

It was at that moment when Wymond felt the tip of his meaty spire meet the tip of the buck's. "Oh my..." The nervousness he felt was palpable, but so was the excitement.

"I think you're as ready to do this as I am." Aldus felt an electric tingle shoot up his spine at the stimulation of his sensitive phallus.

"I have a question though!" Wymond's heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. "Why do this out here? Why not do this in the hot spring?"

The question made Aldus grimace, as if he recalled a past memory that he wasn't fond of. "Tried it before. You'll overheat really quickly if you fornicate in water that hot."

Wymond blinked a few times before the realization set in. "Wait, so how many men have you taken out here and made out with?"

"Quite a few now that I think about it. Of course, the ones that visited today are included in that figure." Aldus genuinely felt no inclination to hide anything from his pupil.

"Oh really?" Wymond had projected the image of the beaver and the otter that visited that day in his mind and, without any hesitation, thought about how hot as hell they were. He wondered if they thought the same way about him.

Aldus broke the silence with a very pointed question. "Have you ever taken someone before?"

Wymond hesitated. "Uh, no..." His agitation compelled him to gulp what little saliva he currently had in his mouth. "Though I really wanted to."

"Oh?" Aldus quirked a brow. "I hope you don't mind me asking who."

Wymond could've sworn that his whole body had turned into one giant blush at that point. "I-It's actually you, sir."

Aldus' cock twitched at the response. "Well, then today is your lucky day."

"What do you-" Wymond's gaze dropped to the monster deer cock pointed up at him. "Oh, you mean-"

"Only if you want to." Aldus mentioned, his voice a deep rumble.

"It would be an honour to take you!" Wymond couldn't believe his ears and answered instinctively. The buck always seemed so tall when he had to look up at him like this, but his antlers always made him feel monstrously huge even though they only added a foot or so on top of his height.

Aldus groped the sides of the dragon's profoundly burly arms. "Believe me, the honour is all mine. But I will need you to turn around now."

"Right away!" Wymond gleefully rushed around and placed his hands on the chest-high rocky wall next to him. His tail flagged high in the air, allowing easy access to his back door.

"Eager, aren't you?" Aldus snickered as he bent over, using both hands to touch the draconian's leathery booty. He'd never been so close to a rear so aggressively muscled as this one, so he took the opportunity to fondle those dimpled glutes, eliciting a moan from their owner. The red deer was simply in awe of how huge the green-scaled ass was and wondered how good it would feel when it was impaled on his cock, but he knew to take it one step at a time. Like an axe splitting wood, he used his hands to part the heavy cheeks and stuck his muzzle right in between, getting a whiff of the masculine musk trapped within. Arousal threatening to send him over right then and there, he pushed even further to the dragon's pucker and pressed his tongue against it.

Wymond's broad tongue lolled from his mouth from this simple act alone. "Aahh!" He gasped at the alien feeling.

Aldus, meanwhile, knew that he was just getting started and dug his tongue into the muscle ring. He'd done this plenty of times before and was acutely aware of just how pleasurable it could be to another man. He continued eating out his protégé's ass until he thought that he was good and done with this part.

"God, that was amazing!" Wymond beamed, the muscles in his torso in flexion from the internal tension that had built up inside him.

"Don't let go just yet, we're not even close to being finished yet!" Aldus laughed. The next thing he did was grab hold of his cockhead, positively drooling with cervine pre. He made sure that his fingers were nice and slick before making it back between those globular cheeks and pushed them into the draconian's anus one at a time.

Despite being a rock face carved by water thousands of years ago, the act of getting penetrated for the first time was driving Wymond's fingers directly into the hard stone as if it were butter. "Holy shit." He panted, pre oozing from his tip.

"Mmm, I've had people proselytizing by the time I'm through with them before." Aldus managed to get all four of his fingers in the dragon's hole before he felt like that was enough and pulled out. "Alright, enough foreplay. Time for the main event." He announced, standing up and grabbing a hold of his turgid cock.

"Yes, please!" Wymond begged for it like a dog would a treat. "I want you deep inside me!"

"In due time." Aldus chuckled at his student's eagerness. "I'm not interested in hurting you, so I'll be taking it slow." One hand still on his prick while the other grabbing a thick ass cheek, the stag guided his deerhood slowly into the muscled crevice until it met the dragon's twitching pucker.

Wymond's mind was going haywire from the foreign stimulation taking place somewhere he couldn't even see. "Oh fuck." He'd never have thought to try playing with himself back there, but now he'd do it more often since he knew what it felt like. Perhaps there was someone in town who specializes in things to stick up there. Or perhaps he could always make them himself. Steel would work for this purpose, right?

"Alright now, deep breaths." Aldus instructed, the anticipation pulsing through him as well. Slowly, but surely, he plunged his shaft past the muscled ring and delicately thrusted forth. It became immediately obvious that his young pupil had no experience in this type of venture, so the buck aimed to take it slow until the shortstack draconian was sufficiently stretched out enough to continue further.

"Holy fuck!" Wymond gasped - he could've given himself the entire day to brace for this moment and it still wouldn't have been enough.

Aldus had his hand on the other man's shoulder for support, feeling the dense muscles under his green-scaled hide ripple and flex with all the tension pounding through his body. "You're doing great for your first time. Just relax."

It wasn't for lack of trying that Wymond didn't exactly loosen up on command. This was the most intense ordeal that his overly developed, but unpracticed, had ever gone through, but the dragon still tried his best to maintain his composure while getting his anal cavity opened wide with so much cervine fuckmeat. At the very least, all the deer's pre made for a very effective lubrication as the length was sliding in at a pretty efficient clip.

Aldus himself was having issues keeping himself together as the muscled interior of his protégé's ass was squeezing the life out of his cock, sending electricals signals shooting through his nervous system. His own muscles flexed involuntarily from the sensation while his dick throbbed with need. It took a hot moment, but the master blacksmith eventually got himself balls deep into the other man.

Wymond couldn't hold himself together and shot a wad of pre at the rock face, tongue hanging out of his mouth from the feeling of getting stuffed by the biggest man he'd ever laid his eyes on. He hoped that this would become a regular occurrence from now on as he wagered that even his superior was enjoying this as much as he was.

A few moments passed before Aldus felt the signal to move again. The buck began the journey of pulling his rod out, only to feel the fleshy walls surrounding his meat to contract even harder around it in response to emptying the cavity. No doubt the dragon's hungry hole craved being crammed full of all his cervine manhood and he intended to give it the best filling it's ever had.

The feeling flowing through Wymond was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He'd experienced the pangs of not having enough food to fill his gut before, which is why it weirded him out that this felt just like that, but oh so different at the same time. His ass uncontrollably clenched around as much of the other man's shaft as it could hold on to, not realizing that, once it had reached a good point to pull out, it was getting slammed back into him all at once. The act elicited a low, long moan from him, though he was all smiles.

Aldus was starting to feel the anal passageway yield to his monolithic prick, which was good for the both of them. It meant that he could pick up the pace a bit and really show his student what a good dicking felt like. Feral grunts escaped his throat as his pelvis sped up, his enormous balls slapping the thick legs and ass of the reptilian. He could feel the heat radiate off of his red-furred testosterone factories, but also smell his intensely masculine musk. It incensed him to go faster.

Wymond was in absolute bliss as he got pounded by the man that he loved the most. Another groan made it past his lips as he felt the feeling of getting filled somewhere that he'd never though to try before. There weren't a whole lot of options for his head to really find the best spot to be in, which is why it unintentionally made its way in between his massive, sweaty, undulating pecs. His nostrils got a full blast of his own potent scent, completely replacing the fresh air in his respiratory system. The pure stench of masculinity imprinted on his brain and sent the cue to his achingly hard cock, which belched forth another shot of pre that was now drooling from his tip. He had no clue that he could ever feel as good as this in his body before.

Aldus had rapidly hastened his tempo, thrusting into the dragon with wild abandon. His roiling balls crashed repeatedly into the draconian's dimpled glutes, but the globular cheeks barely felt anything as they were diamond-hard when fully flexed like they were. That repetitive contact, however, actually felt pleasurable to the buck and continually pushed him closer and closer to the edge. It was getting harder to push himself as he neared release, feeling himself slow his humping until it almost reached a crawl. He only managed to get in a few more thrusts before his balls pulled up towards his chiseled pelvis and his floodgates opened.

It took mere seconds between Wymond feeling the stag's slowdown to getting his guts painted white with hot seed. The sound and sensation of his boss loudly climaxing behind him caused a chain reaction in him, letting loose his torrent of dragonbatter onto the rock wall in front of him. His balls seemingly wanted to empty themselves as quickly as possible, but even then, he was dumping litres of his pearly essence onto the ground in front of him with no clear end in sight. Were he able to control the flow rate of his jizz, he might be able to carve his name into the stone face?

Once the dam burst forth, Aldus had no means of stopping it, but it wasn't like he wanted to. His cum tanks only worked one way, pumping countless loads of frothing jism directly into the awaiting bowels of the dragon. Ideally, he'd make sure that his pupil took everything he had and didn't waste a drop, but reality was there to remind him that it had other plans. While it did feel like he forced many bucketloads into that green-scaled ass, the cavity could only hold so much and filled up after a while, meaning that the remaining loads were oozing past his jammed-in prick and pooling on the ground at his feet. That still didn't mean that he was finished.

Wymond felt himself going half-lidded from the sensation of getting his guts bloated out with his master's seed. His testicles continued draining themselves at a rapid pace, sending euphoria rocketing throughout his body. After a while, however, the flow was starting to slow down. It was undoubtedly the longest orgasm he'd ever felt, taking several minutes to get to the point where the last load had been shot out and he could catch his breath. Had he not been holding onto the wall in front of him, his knees likely would've buckled, and he'd have collapsed onto the ground below him.

Aldus was also now feeling similar effects to the earth-shatteringly awesome climax he'd just experienced. His grip on the reptilian's boulder shoulders was shaky, but still firm enough to keep him upright. Blinking enough times to finally get his bearings back, he steadily pulled his girthy schlong free from the gaping hole it had just occupied and watched as all his many litres of cum waterfalled out of that anal cavity. It was a shame that all that protein-rich seed drained itself onto the ground, no doubt it would've been an excellent thing to nourish the dragon's constantly hungry muscles.

The sensation of getting emptied so quickly came as a shock to Wymond, who actually nearly collapsed because of it had the red-furred god not caught him. Slowly, he pulled himself up by latching his hands onto those strapping pectorals his boss sported and turned around until he faced the deer. They locked eyes for what felt like half a second before they launched themselves at each other, locking lips as if they'd been doing it their whole lives. The younger dragon felt the passion surge through his as his tongue intertwined with that of the stag.

Aldus, for what it's worth, was both surprised and supremely turned on at the force that the reptilian was putting into the embrace. He slid his hands over the twitching arm muscles in his reach, feeling them shudder at the sensation of his ministrations. Rivulets of cum still dripped down his shaft as it hadn't flagged in the slightest due to the immense levels of arousal still coursing through him.

It was actually Wymond who broke off the kiss first, feeling his tongue now in the open air as he panted wildly. "I love you, Aldus." He blurted out with no hesitation. "I love you so much that I want to do that again and again. I want to feel your love inside me over and over again. I want to feel my muscles press up against yours as we make love. And I want everyone to know." His words oozed conviction - no doubt that this was the strongest he'd felt about anything in his life.

"I love you too, Wymond, and it would bring me no greater joy than to see you mature into the man I know you can become." Aldus' speech, while wheezy due to the huffing and puffing he was doing to catch his breath, emanated a strength that few men would ever experience in their lifetime. "I want you to be in my place one day as a master of your craft and have not only the citizens looking up to you, but the king as well."

"I want that too!" Wymond's eyes glimmered with excitement at the prospects of his future. "But right now, I'm a little exhausted and I need to sit down."

Aldus smirked as he had prepared for this. "Why do you think I brought you here in the first place?" He grabbed a hold of the dragon's hand, to which the younger man accepted. "Come with me."

The hot water of the spring was exactly what Wymond needed to relax his tired muscles. "Ahhh." He let out a contented sigh, letting him succumb to the tranquil atmosphere and unwinding after the best, and so far, only, sex of his life.

"You know," Aldus shot his gaze over to the shortstack draconian, "someday I want you to do the same to me."

"You mean it?!" Wymond felt his heart race with excitement all over again. "I would do my best to please you!"

Aldus chuckled, loving the enthusiasm his protégé exuded. "I have no doubt that you will." He slid across the naturally built seat to where the dragon was sitting and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, to which his student blushed profusely. "Journeyman Wymond."