Interview with a dragon
Warning!! Warning!!
The following story contains hot, naughty gay and straight yiff between a bull dolphin and several dragons!! If that's not you're bag or you're underage in your home territory, don't read any further!! this is your final warning!:P
On the other hand, if you like lots of hot draconic frumping and such, please read on!:D
Prythoon, Ebon'e, and Velveteen are (c) their Player and Creator, Naketa Orcan. Calafin is (c) himself, the author. Takumori is (c) our sweet pet, Takumori Softwing.
YPBS and all related characters, locations, universes etc. Are (c) their Creator, John Calafin.
Now read on:) Comments and constructive critiques welcome; flames and inarticulate comments will be used as building materials for a new YPBS branch:)
Takumori gave a loud huff as he finished bathing, padding out of the large pool in the employee's only area of YPBS, a shiver traveling down his body to make most of the residual water slake off, his hindpaw reaching up to gently scritch behind his left horn, where a small metallic dish rubbed against his ear-scale.
Turning around, he glanced into the water, giving a soft purr at his reflection; a sleek red and black dragon stared back at him, a pair of proud horns jutting from the back of his head, golden eyes looking at the mirror of his quadrapedal form. It had been several months since he'd first been 'introduced' to the first of his current masters, a female dolphin morph by the name of 'Finna', and since then so much had changed.
He knew he was what was called by the two-leggers a 'dragon', a species they considered strong and noble, that he was 'male' as All three of his masters knew very well, and that he was 'aquatic' which to him meant he loved swimming and water in general. Up until a month ago, he'd been unable to speak, but a small device they'd put next to his 'ear-membrane scale' attached to two wires that went into his head now let him speak if he concentrated, though he preferred what he'd always used, body language and simple purrss, huffs, and an occasional growl or hiss. Reaching up, he gently stroked the collar around his neck made of solid leather, with a large tag of titanium hanging from it, declaring his name "Takumori Softwing" and that he was the property of John Calafin, Finna Calafin, and Naketa Orcan. A soft smile played on his lips, another new expression he was learning to use, now that his masters treated him as an equal, not as an especially intelligent cat.
Hearing a door open, he turned his head, and smiled at his Master Calafin as the 6'6" bottlenose dolphin morph stepped into the room wearing nothing but a wetsuit "enjoy your bath, Taku-pet?" Shaking his head in his own version of a nod, he got up and padded over, his body's 4 foot height at the shoulder easily letting him gently nuzzle his master as he purred, the dolphins hands gently scritching him between the horns as his collar was attached. "You're going to help me talk with and interview someone Taku, so I want you to look your best."
Hurring contentedly, he nodded, letting the leather thong be attached to the ring on his neck, a forked tongue sliding out to draw a chuckle from the dolphin with a lick, and then he began walking, letting the leash hang almost slack behind him as they walked into the main building, scales still shining from the moisture, his eyes and ears now focusing on watching for anyone who would harm his master, though he knew from practice no-one here would dare, as his Master 'owned' the entire place.
He was still learning, but being treated as an equal to a two-legger was something he'd never imagined, words of praise coming from various beings as he was walked down the hallway, managing to look regal despite his leash and collar, in fact playing them off, stopping occasionally to let himself be scritched, and on one occasion, groped by a playful gryphoness, his master chuckling something about a "dang stud dragon" before they continued and entered his office, a warm churr coming from the dolphin as he was nuzzled "you get as many come-on's as I do, Taku, I swear... now, they should be here any minute, so I want you to please sit here for me"
Shaking his head again, he sat where indicated along the side of the desk, looking like a draconic sphinx, his wings folded behind his back, tail coiled around his front, his tailspade laid out in front of him as he looked up at his Master, purring "What..are..they?"
Pausing, The bullphin smiled down at him "Well, they're dragons.. The one in charge, the leader, is a red dragon Named Prythoon, and he's bringing two Dragonesses with him, named E'bone and Velveteen, though I don't have much info on them.. they're all two leggers, sadly, but I wanted you here to show them they will be treated well pet, and to help them feel more at comfort" Shaking his head again, he pondered if this 'interview' would go the way much of them did... the last time he'd seen Mistress Finna do an interview, her happy squeals could have been heard three rooms down.
Stretching, he glanced as his master shuffled some 'paper' around, to him just thinly sliced dead trees, and then quirked his head as a knock came to the door, a low growl coming from him before he felt his Masters hand stroke between his horns "No, Taku, we need to be friendly." His slow shake told his master he would be allright, but his master couldn't scent what he did, the potent male musk coming under the door, along with two distinct and very feminine scents, both quite enticing. The malescent seemed quite dominant, but the females only a bit less so, both so closely resembling each other it was hard to tell them apart.
Ears and Eyes forward, he watched as the door open, and his Masters words proved true. First into the room was a large male anthro dragon, Scales as crimson as flame along his body, his underbelly a lighter red, almost like Taku's own, his form muscular and strong, a large pair of wings and tail following him in, his face looking like one of the dragons of myth, horns neatly trimmed and with a matching neatly trimmed moustache, only a loincloth with a pair of underpants under it hiding his modesty. As he walked in, glancing with fire-orange eyes, he held the door open, his musky scent, sulfer and fire mixed with malescent and a tiny bit of sweat, filling the room.
As his master chittered and watched, he kept his eyes focused, but both of them released short purrss as two dragoness's followed him in, Both with scales so black they were opaque, seemingly chiseled from the void itself, the inside of their wings and their underbellies the color of new amethyst. Both were quite.. "Voluptuous", yes, that was the word, their forms sleek without being ridiculous, having large breasts which looked to be able to feed a number of whelps, their movements graceful as their eyes, the same color as their underbellies, studied the room and him and his master, streamlined, feminine faces smiling. Looking at them both, he was surprised that in movement, in body, in almost everything, they could have been twins, save that one had a mane of purest black, the other bearing a mane of a sparkling, silver grey, like starstuff spun into hair. Both wore dresses made of a thin, shining thread which covered their forms, but made it all the more attractive for it, their scents, of a moonless night in an open field mixed with feminine musk, mixing with the males and making a heady perfume.
Focusing, he forced the bulge in his sheath to go down by grinding it a bit into the carpet, His master smiling and shaking their Hands "Welcome to YPBS, I'm Calafin... A pleasure to finally meet you in person, I look forward to adding you to our little enterprise if you decide to indulge us.
He let his master talk, unless the words involved him he wasn't really interested, it was all point and counterpoint, a battle made of nothing but air and soft noise. Watching the three, he focused on their body language and scents, the tone of their voices. The male was dominant and confrontational, but was more engaged in trying to get as much as he could, his scent belying he felt already defeated. The two females were intently listening, but also whispered to each other now and then, their scents speaking of amusement, but also curiosity about something, and he could tell both were aroused. Eventually it came to him they were not sisters, but mother and daughter; how they could look identical in age but have one be the daughter of the other was a mystery, but one he found intriguing.
Slowly, his sheath began to go down despite their scents, his focus on their intents letting him occassionally tap his master's foot with his tailtip, alerting him to when hed made a good point, and letting him have an advantage in the 'negotiations', at least until one of the dragoness's maneuvered her tail around, a tailspade like him silently swatting him on his left rumpcheek just after alerting his master, and he realized that the two females knew what he had been doing, and wished him to stop for now. Not wanting to cause trouble for his master, he stopped, and the talk continued.
Finally, the words began to trail off, both males now more making gestures than actually claiming territory, and ended the verbal match with a handshake "Thank you, I think that will work nicely... welcome to YPBS..." He lifted his head slowly, and made himself smile, something which made both females giggle softly, the scent of them and the male growing in strength as tha large red murred "Thank you, and excellent... may I ask a favor? I have not had another male dragon in sometime... May I be allowed to play with your 'pet'? His master leaned back and chuckled, chittering "You have my permission if he wishes to.. although in return, may I be allowed to spend some time with your two lovely assistants?" "Of course, with their permission."
Looking to the male, he shook his head and smiled, feeling his sheath re-firm; until he'd gotten to YPBS, he'd never even seen another of his kind, and this would be the first time he could enjoy another dragon, even if sadly he was a two legger. Seeing his assent, his Master smiled "very well, Takumori, pleasure him as you would me" A low murr came from him as the large red dragon pulled off the loincloth and undercovering, revealing a pair of slits, one already erecting his maleness as the other bulged, his scents telling it to hold his ballsac, somehow concealed within. Purring, he padded forward and began to slowly lick at the lowermost slit, a heady, musky taste filing his mouth as he stroked his tongue within it, the male starting to stroke an erecting maleness nearly the match of his mistress Naketa's, but bearing a spiraling set of knobs on it like a corckscrew, the two-leg male's hand squeezing his staff as he lapped at his balls, glancing to one side to see how his master was.
His master had wasted no time, The younger dragoness's dress pulled down to reveal her breasts, his beak suckling on a nipple and a hand rubbing it's twin as his member bulged the groin of his wetsuit, the elder dragoness lying back and kissing her daughter as two of his masters fingers thrust in and out between her legs.
Murring softly, he wrapped his tongue around the ballsac of the large male, urging it to come forth as one of his paws reached up, gently stroking the underside of the male's tail, a place he knew his master loved having rubbed during pleasuring. The large dragon growled, a forked tongue flicking between his teeth, pre starting to dribble from the large maleness as his hand stroked up and down it, occasionally glancing at him or his master and the two females.
Deciding it was the right time, he pulled his tongue slowly from the firedragons ball sac, then stretched his neck up, softly licking along the length of the proud staff erupting from his groin, his own maleness now dangling below his belly and dribbling his own aroused scent into the air, his lips pausing at the flared head of the male's arousal and then slowly sliding down, a brief feeling of power and satisfaction pulsing in his mind as he watched the male grip the chair under him and roar softly, watching his lips slowly slide down the length of his malepride and stop at his hilt, then begin suckling slowly up and down as he'd been taught.
Having never pleasured another dragon before, he had to admit he was rather enjoying it; the males musk was different, much more potent and less subtle, then his master's musks, but still very enjoyable. The texture of the maleness in his mouth was adding to his enjoyment as well, as the little bumps stroked his throat, his gag reflex held down as he suckled on the entire length of the male dragon's arousal, drawing deep purrss of pleasure as the male's hand stroked his horns gently.
It took only a few more moments before the large male began to thrust more forcefully, sweet, salty pre spurting in little squirts from the larger male's staff onto his tongue as his own arousal dripped onto the carpet, sucking more voraciously as he sensed the nearing of his counterparts orgasm. A few more thrusts, and the dragon in front of him gave a deep roar as he began feeding him his seed, the mixture more potent than he'd imagined but still tasty as he forced his throat over the shaft again, gulping down his reward as the male spasmed and purred in his chair.
Glancing over as he slowly finished swallowing the tasty seed from the male's member, he purred as his master seemed to be having the same luck he was. The elder dragoness was lying on her back, moaning as his master thrust his maleness deep within her, her daughter squatting and letting his master thrust his tongue into her femsex, devouring it eagerly as his hands played with the elder's breasts.
Slowly licking the residual seed from his lips, he purred and nuzzled the large male's thigh, drawing a happy growl from him as his hand stroked the quad dragons horns. Leaning over, the male whispered in his ear to turn around and he'd give him a proper dragonride, thinking he might know what the male meant after pondering a moment and then shaking his head in assent, turning and lifting his tail, his height perfect to rub his muscular backside against the groin and recovering spear of the firedragon behind him.
Murring softly, he felt the dragon begin stroking his maleness between his rump cheeks and under his tail, refirming himself as the large ballsac he'd just suckled was stroked against his scales, his own maleness hanging heavy beneath him as he purred, pondering if the large dragon or his master would be willing to attend to his swollen maleness after he'd been mounted. Glancing to his master though, he could see he was already occupied.
His master had the younger dragoness bent over his desk now, his proud Delphic member spearing into her sex as she moaned and panted, the elder dragoness now in front of her, having her daughter suckle his masters seed from her pleasured femslit, stroking her breasts as she moaned loudly and watched her daughter get thoroughly rutted.
Watching the two dragonesses, he could tell they were not unused to each others bodies, Although his master seemed to be quite a novelty to them, perhaps they had never been with a cetacean before. For whatever the reason, the younger dragoness was moaning and climaxing repeatedly for his master, and his master was quite happy to continue enjoying them both, judging by his scent and reactions.
His attention was diverted as he felt the re-stiffend member of the large firedragon behind him stroke up and down his cheeks, his focus having been diverted to watching and not having realized that the male had fully recovered, dribbles of pre now lubricating him as he hurred and lowered his head in submission, his member bobbing below his belly as he forced himself to relax.
A low hiss came from him as he felt the stiffened head of the Male's proud member press to his tailring, and then slide in, a huff coming from him as he was claimed, his masters having done so many times before but this was a very different being, a fellow dragon, who was taking him. Closing his eyes, he murred in appreciation as the fiery male reached around him and began stroking his dribbling dragonpride, the slick pre coating his partners hand as more and more of the thick member was speared gently into his backside.
Gradually, over several moments, he forced himself to relax and let in more of the larger male's staff, stretching him as much as his Mistress Naketa, but in a very different and pleasurable way, he pain of entry giving way to the wonderful fullness only a maleness under his tail could provide, and he pushed back gently against the dominant male, encouraging him.
A sharp gasp erupted from him as he felt a set of lips begin stroking on his member, a glance revealing the younger dragoness smiling up at him from under his belly, the elder dragoness in the midst of devouring his masters seed from between her legs, his Master now in the midst of rutting the elder's sex again as she moaned, the combined sensations making him croon in pleasure.
Naketa gave a long whistle as shi stepped from the interview, a cetacean sigh, glancing around before heading towards the other interview office hir husband Calafin was using. It was sad, but some beings simply couldn't handle YPBS, and allowing such disruptions ruined the workplace for everyone. The male shi'd just interviewed had immediately assumed a dominant mindset from the fact shi looked female, and it had gone downhill from there, the Lion making demands shi would not have given to a veteran employee, let alone a new hire, and when Shi'd told him that the terms were untenable, he'd threatened a suit for species discrimination, claiming that they would hire him or else. Hir patient response had resulted in him reacting so badly security was almost needed, and he'd immediately stormed out.
Putting hir mind past such things, shi couldn't help but wonder exactly how the interview with the dragons was going; they tended to be quite sexual beings, but also quite dominant, and Shi hoped they were willing to negotiate more than the irate feline. Pausing at the door, Shi listened, a grin forming on hir beak; it sounded like hir husband had taken some liberties with the interview, and a little indulgence in some dominance was exactly what shi needed.
Hearing the door click, Takumori immediately perked his ears, doing his best to concentrate past the very talented set of lips on his maleness and the proud spear currently impaling his rump, trying to sense who was entering the room. A combination of sound and scent let him know it was his mistress, and he murred happily as shi walked in, surveying him in the midst of being double pleasured, and Master Calafin in the middle of rutting the elder Dragoness's sex as shi lay on all fours, moaning, his master looking up with a blush "Um, Hello Naketa... they're on the team!"
The entire room seemed to pause as his Mistress walked over "I can see that, slut" and pulled his master from the panting elder Dragoness, sitting him in the chair with a low churr "you were not to indulge without my permission, Slave, so now you will have your punishment!" echoed in the room, as his master squeeped and nodded "um, Yes, mistress..."
Squeezing the member still in his tail and smiling at his mistress, he watched as shi discarded hir clothes, revealing hir herm orca form, a mixture of the strength of a bull and the slight hour glassing of a female, a proud pair of breasts clad in blubber bouncing as hir femslit moistoned, a proud orcan maleness erecting as shi churred down at the Elder dragoness "I'm Naketa, owner of this branch, nice to meet you..." "Velveteen... the younger is my daughter, Ebon'e, and the firedragon currently rutting your 'pet' is Prythoon"
Smiling at his mistress, Shi chattered and kissed his head "Good pet" and then smiled down at Velveteen "My slave has been naughty and needs to be punished.. so he'll watch as we continue.. now, where were we?" as shi kneeled and began lapping into the elder dragoness's snatch a few moments, and then thrust hirself into the moaning, supine form, drawing a roar of pleasure from hir as shi picked up where his other master had left off.
Murring, he began to thrust back onto the throbbing maleness in his tailrift, not minding as the younger dragoness pulled off his cock and began frenching his mistress, the male's hand picking up where she had left off, the male's impending orgasm as the fat meat of his staff was plunged into his rump only adding to his pleasure as he hurred, thinking to himself if this is how his masters treated him most days, he'd enjoy being their pet a very, very long time.