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Hello Friends and Readers. I don't know about you, but the Holidays are always my favorite time of the year. During some recent conversation with friends, some of them suggested I write a special Christmas story about my Dragon In The Dungeon characters. While I thought it was a great idea, I didn't think I'd have time to do it. After all, I've been hard at work getting DitD 7 ready for posting. But when it became clear I would not be able to post it in time for Christmas, I thought perhaps I should post something else instead. And what's more fitting then a Christmas story?

How about an insane Christmas story.

And like the holiday loving fool I am, I was quite convinced I could write the whole thing in 3 days.

Turns out, I spent most of Christmas Eve writing this thing just to make good on my promise to get it posted. ::Grins:: I hope you enjoy it!

No prior knowledge of The Dragon In The Dungeon is required to enjoy this story or the naughty scenes held within, although all the many fans of my saga will certainly wring the most enjoyment of it.

This is obviously a non-canon outtake, and I took this idea and absolutely ran with it...This is the most hilariously insane thing I've ever written, and I'm told by a previewer it's extremely sexy to boot. Nice.

One warning for fans who haven't yet read all 6 posted installments, this includes characters from all of them, and some minor spoilers can be inferred, but nothing you couldn't figure out on your own...

Also, if you have an aversion to gratuitous breaking of the 4th wall, look away now!

Beyond that, may I present, "Merry Christmas, Valyrym! ( A DitD Christmas Tale )

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Snow and silence blanketed the old black dragon as he huddled beneath the skeletal trees. The day was white and cold and made the old beast grumpy. He'd expected warmth, and sunshine. Granted, the old dragon was nearly always grumpy, yet he could not help but think warm sun would have lifted his spirits. Instead, he found himself in the midst of heavily falling snows. The black dragon did not always like the snow anymore for it often reminded him of unpleasant things. Still, there was a time when snow brought him joy, as well. He wished he could simply revel in the snow. Yet he'd expected sunshine and the lack made him irritable.

For a little while, the old dragon waited alone. He shook himself now and then to clear the snow that accumulated upon his wings. Though the warmth of his body melted it, the snow was falling faster than it was melting and the barren, leafless trees that scratched at the white sky above him did little to shelter him. Impatient, he paced back and forth, weaving between a few trees, their brown bark now shaded white on one side. For a moment, he considered continuing this unusual journey on his own, yet he feared what might happen should he be witnessed in this place.

Finally, the crunching of boots against snow drew the old dragon's attention. It was a familiar sound in his younger days, but one he had not heard in many years. His frilled ears perked up at the noise, and he flared the spines that decorated his head as he pivoted around on all four paws to face down the human rapidly approaching him. A female, from the look of it. Clad in an indigo cloak and a fur-lined hood that had long since been painted by white by the snow. From inside the hood, familiar green eyes sparkled mischievously at the dragon. The woman soon ran up to throw her arms around the dragon's neck, only for the dragon to step back out of reach with an irritable hiss.

"I was told there would be sun," the dragon grumbled, flicking his wings to clear the snow. "Where is the sun, Alia?"

"Don't be grumpy, Valyrym," Alia giggled, snatching one of the dragon's gray-tipped ears in a hand. He yelped a little, and before he could pull away again she hugged his head to her body. "No one should be grumpy at Christmas!"

"I was looking forward to laying in the sun again," the dragon said, pouting a little, then he soon lifted a paw to press it to the young woman's back, returning her hug.

"And now you can look forward to having a snowball fight again, instead."

"I shall pelt you directly in the face for dragging me along on this insane journey." The dragon snorted, a ghost of a smirk twisted his muzzle a moment. Then he tossed his head. "I thought The Coyote lived somewhere warm!"

"He does," Alia giggled, then she scrunched her nose. "Well...normally it's warm. If you had any idea how rare it is for them to get snow around Christmas you'd be a lot more joyful. Now come along, everyone else is already there!"

"I don't even know what Christmas is," the dragon muttered as he began to pad after the woman through the snow. "And what do you mean, everyone else is already there?"

Alia just shook her head. "What do you think I mean? I thought it was an obvious statement. Now stop acting difficult or you're not getting any eggnog."

"I don't know what eggnog is, but it sounds hideous."

"Oh, it's delicious," Alia clasped her hands in front of her, twirling gleefully in the snow. Then she shook a finger at the dragon's snout. "But keep acting like such a Scrooge and you won't be getting anyway."

Valyryn flared his spines, scrunching up his muzzle. "What in the hell is a Scrooge? It sounds like something even an Urd'thin would find disgusting."

"He's a crotchety old miser in a local Christmas tale." Alia started off through the trees again, her voice muffled somewhat by all the falling snow. "He's mean to everyone, and he's always grumpy, and he doesn't like the Holidays. Sound like anyone you know?"

"Kylaryn?" Valyrym smirked.

"Oooh, I'm going to tell her you said that!"

The dragon tossed his head, and flexed a wing to dump some snow against the hood of Alia's cloak. She yelped and darted away, and Valyrym laughed. "Let me guess, this old miser learns a valuable lesson about being nice?"

"Something like that, yes."

"I hate stories like that." The dragon lashed his spined tail against a snow drift, spraying clouds of white in all directions. "How do you know this, anyway? How long have you been here?"

"Oh, I've been here off and on for a few months now." Alia giggled from inside her snow covered cloak. "Someone had to help the poor coyote get things ready."

"Yes, I'm sure scrounging around in the garbage pile for scraps is quite a time-consuming task."

"You better be nice, Valyrym," Alia giggled. "You wouldn't want him to write anything bad happening to you, now would you?"

Valyrym glared at her. "What, you mean again?"

Alia put her hands on her hips. "You know what I mean."

"Besides..." Valyrym said, ignoring her and waving his paw in the air. "The way he tells it, he's not guiding our tales, he's just telling them to others." Then he smirked. "Nonetheless, if you should knee him in the balls for all the bad things that have occurred to me over the years, I shall not complain."

Alia burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Let's consider that a backup plan. Now hurry your scaly ass up!"

Valyrym followed Alia through the trees. Though he could not see too far in the snow, he soon realized there were houses sitting nearby, wrapped in white. Though he thought the journey from one world to another had deposited him straight in the middle of a forest, he was beginning to realize he must be in some kind of city. The trees were simply part of a small park, and thanks to the snow he'd not been able to see what lay beyond. He winced as Alia boldly walked right alongside one of the houses. Though the curtains were drawn, he saw a person's silhouette moving just beyond them.

Valyrym hissed in alarm. "Alia, they will see me." He swallowed, flattening his spines against his head and his wings against his body as if trying to hide himself. "The Coyote has told me about the weapons in this world. I do not wish to test my scales against bullets and buckshot."

"Oh, hush," Alia chided him. "Nothing's happened to the others and they've been here longer than you. Has The Coyote ever let anything bad happen to you before?"

"All the damn time!"

Alia giggled a little, refusing to be dragged out of her joyous holiday mood by a grumpy old dragon. "I mean in his world."

"Well...no," the dragon admitted. "But usually I just speak to him in his dreams, or sprawl out on his bed and tease him while he's trying to spin his tales, or talk to his friends. Come to think of it, I'm not exactly sure how I fit on his bed. Surely I would not fit on your bed, at home."

"Try not to think too hard about the way things work, Valyrym," Alia giggled again. "Do so and you miss the point entirely. We're here to enjoy the company of our friends and loved ones and spend Christmas with people we care about. Not to nitpick or bitch and moan and worry about being shot by his grumpy neighbors."

"He has grumpy neighbors?"

"Only the ones right behind him. And if they haven't shot the other dragons, then they're not going to shoot you, either."

Valyrym growled a little. That was hardly confidence inspiring. But he didn't have anything else to say on the matter, so he obediently followed along behind Alia. Though his paws were half numb from padding about in the snow that coated nearly everything, the dragon could still feel subtle changes in the ground as he emerged from the little forested park and into a wide open swath of ground. The dragon glanced up and down, and saw a long stretch of flat, white snow, surrounded on both sides by cozy looking houses. Here and there fat sets of tracks marred the snow, as though someone had driven oversized carriages up and down the road he must be standing on.

Valyrym dug through the snow a little, exposing the pavement beneath. "What manner of cobblestone is this?"

"Valyrym!" Alia shouted at him. "Get out of the road before you get hit by a car!"

"What is a car?" Valyrym asked, standing in the middle of the street and tilting his horned head.

"A big metal thing that zooms along on four wheels, and weighs as much as you do. Now get your scaly ass out of that road." Alia stomped her foot against the sidewalk. The pavement was still warm enough that it was melting a little of the snow into a slushy mess, some of it splashed around when she stomped. "A crippled dragon isn't going to make anyone's Christmas very merry."

Muttering as filthy a draconic curse under his breath as he could, the dragon stomped his way back to the sidewalk. Alia used her boot to scrape away some of the slushy snow and show him the gray pavement beneath. "This is called a sidewalk."

"Thank you, Professor Obvious."

Alia ignored him. "Keep your paws on it. I don't want you trodding through anyone's gardens. And mind the Christmas decorations!"

"Mind the..." The dragon hissed, and gave Alia a light swat on the rump. She yelped, dashing ahead, and the dragon laughed as he padded after her. "Don't you just think you're clever. As bad as The Coyote, with all his damn callbacks."

"Mind the fourth wall, Valyrym," Alia giggled, teasing him.

"Oh, the fourth wall can get mounted! As if we've not already smashed it into rubble just by coming here."

Alia laughed and made her way up the sidewalk. Valyrym followed at a leisurely pace. So long as he was visiting this place called Earth, he might as well take a look around. Though he'd never say so outloud, he had to admit that the snow was beautiful. It covered everything in a layer of innocence and lacy fluff. All the brightly colored lights strung across roofs and around trees and brushes glowed all the more brightly with their brilliance reflected through the snow. They looked like thousands of tiny, glowing sprites flickering in many shades.

"The lights look lovely..."

"Yes," Alia said softly. "They do."

"How do they make candles so small?"

Alia laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, Val. You've a lot to learn."

The dragon snorted, and soon had his attention drawn by something else. Standing in a yard was a large wooden cut out. It was in the shape of a rather unhealthy looking human, quite rotund. And from the length of his white beard, he was obviously quite old. And given the way he'd dressed himself all in red, he either had terrible fashion sense, or he was about to go on a killing spree and wished for all the blood about to splatter to simply blend in.

"This Christmas, you speak of...Why are they celebrating a very unhealthy looking old man?"

"They're not!" Alia exclaimed as if aghast. Then she saw what Val was talking about, and giggled. "Oh, that's just Santa. He brings the presents, or so they say. He's not real though."

"...I'm just going to stop asking questions now, because I'm only getting more, and more confused."

"That's a smart dragon."

The two of them walked the rest of the way down the street. Valyrym gazed about, enjoying all the strange decorations he couldn't make sense of. At least he could enjoy some of them for their beauty, and others for their surreal nature. One house was done up in all layers of stark white light, and in the snow they glowed with a ghostly beauty. Another was done up in shades of brilliant blue and green that Valyrym had never seen before. Yet more were done in an entire spectrum, or in lines of red and white.

Several houses had wooden deer set up in their yards, though those did little aside from make Valyrym hungry. He even spotted one deer with a red nose. No doubt it suffered from some type of respiratory ailment, though he couldn't imagine why anyone would decorate their yard with a sick deer. And that fat old man in the red garment was everywhere. How very odd. At least the snowmen he could recognize. He'd made such things back in Sigil Stones, with Amaleen. Valyrym sighed a little, smiling to himself at the lovely memories.

"This way, Val," Alia called out, following the pathway to the house's front door. "We're here!"

"I shall never fit through that door," the dragon muttered, remaining on the sidewalk near the road. He looked over The Coyote's home. Its two-story red brick facade was all dusted with white. The bushes out front glowed with red, green, and blue lights, as did the garland hung around the door. "Perhaps I should go around back."

Before Valyrym could do just that, a strange growling noise drew his attention. He whirled around towards the street, half expecting to see another dragon charging right towards him. Instead, a strange, sleek and shining blue creature with glowing eyes shooting beams of light came zipping down the road. Valyrym yelped in alarm, backing away as all the falling snow glowed in the twin beams of light.

"What manner of monster is - " was about all Valyrym got out before the car shot past him. The car hit a slush puddle, and a spray of cold snow and water splattered the dragon's face, neck and chest. Valyrym screeched in frozen shock, dancing away from the road way and shaking his head frantically. Icy water dripped into his mouth, and shards of cold hurt his eyes. "Gaaaaah! Alia! Help! That thing is assaulting me with some kind of ice magic!"

The only answer he got from Alia was long, ringing laughter. "It's a car, Valyrym. It just splashed you with a slush puddle! Now get your scaly ass over here, it's nice and warm in The Coyote's house."

Valyrym still couldn't see, and as he stumbled back he felt something solid crunch under his hind paw. He hoisted his paw up, wobbling to his side, and soon felt a front paw smash something else beneath it. He shook his horned head, spined tail slashing through the air as Alia yelled at him.

"You're breaking his decorations!"

"Well excuse me for being struck blind!"

Soon enough, Valyrym's vision returned as his eyes warmed. He blinked a few times, hoping his tears didn't freeze to his scales. He looked down and snorted when he saw a few broken snowmen decorations beneath his paws. Carefully, he picked his away among the remaining parts of the display, and returned to the sidewalk. He padded up behind Alia, pinning his ears back sheepishly, and hanging his horned head a little.

"Do you think he'll be mad?"

Alia just smirked at him. "I think he's had dragons in his house for days now. He's probably used to things being broken."

"Well he'd better let me in. Not only am I now freezing cold, but it smells funny here." Valyrym sniffed the air a few times. "Why does this world smell so funny?"

"Industry, according to The Coyote." Alia rubbed his nearly frozen nose, then smiled. "Now, behave yourself."

Alia pushed an odd, glowing button next to the door. Valyrym heard a strange chiming sound emanating from inside the house. He lowered his head to peer through the window. Warm lights glowed inside. In a distant room, he could see a blue scaled tail sticking out of a doorway. Far on the other side of the house, he saw a table decorated with candles, and a green wreath wrapped in a red bow and speckled with red berries. Seated on a beat up old couch nearby was The Coyote himself. The furry biped had tan furred ears and a gray furred face. Sprawled across The Coyote's lap was something small and black. When the doorbell rang, The Coyote stood up, hoisting the black bundle with him. He pointed towards the door, and the black thing began to wriggle frantically. Valyrym's breath caught when he saw blue paws digging at the air, and a blue marked snout swiveling towards him.

It was Valaranyx.

"Valar," Valyrym whispered. He...he hadn't expected...

"Merry Christmas, Valyrym," Alia said with a smile. She kissed his neck gently. "That's your first gift."

Even from outside, Valyrym could hear his son's voice rising steadily as The Coyote set the hatchling down, and he streaked towards the front door. "Father! Father! FATHERFATHERFATHERFATHERFATHER!"

Valar reached the door first, and immediately began jumping up and snatching at the knob with his paws. Yet each time, his blue paws slipped off the knob and he growled in increasing frustration. He pointed at the knob, glancing back at The Coyote padding up behind him. "It's broken!"

"It's not broken, Valar," The Coyote said patiently, though he couldn't help smirking. "Unlike plenty of other things around the house thanks to all these dragons. The door's just locked."

"Make it work!"

"Alright, move aside, then." The Coyote tried to nudge Valar out of the way with a bare, tan furred foot. The black and blue hatchling didn't budge."

"Make it wooooooork!"

With a sigh, The Coyote stretched out a bit until he could reach the door lock. He unlocked it, and then stepped out of the way. Valar immediately leapt up and clasped his little blue marked paws around the knob. He managed to twist it, and the door swung open. The cold air that washed in across him did little to deter him from immediately flinging himself at his father's paws. Valyrym flopped back onto his haunches and scooped his son up in an instant, hugging him as tightly to his chest plates as he dared.

"Oh, Gods, Valar!" Valyrym's heart leapt, and his golden eyes were swiftly filled with tears. This time, at least, they were tears of joy. "I have missed you so much, my Love!"

"Father!" Valar squeaked. He swatted at Val's chest plates. "Squishing! Can't breathe!"

From inside the house, The Coyote watched the joyful reunion. He'd always hated that they had to part, but such was the way of the world. Still, bringing them together again for the holidays was the very least he could do. As Valyrym cried over his son and Valar tried to get his father to quit squishing the life out of him, The Coyote smiled to himself. He turned away to give Valyrym a little privacy, and soon found himself joined by Alia.

Alia slipped past the dragon, and pulled her hood back to expose all her black hair as she entered the warmth of The Coyote's house. Nearby in the living room, a Christmas tree decorated with at least a hundred unique ornaments basked in the glow of its own twinkling lights. Those same lights cast a lovely hue across Alia's lightly bronzed skin. The Coyote helped her ease off her cloak, and shook the snow in the doorway. Beneath it Alia was dressed in a pair of warm, insulated black breeches, and a simple green blouse with a red bow in the front.

The Coyote himself was dressed as he often was. He wore a pair of dark blue denim jeans, and as it was a little chilly, he'd exchanged his usual black t-shirt bearing the logo and cover art of some progressive death metal band for...a long sleeve black t-shirt bearing the logo and cover art of some progressive death metal band. He grinned at Alia, flicking his ears a little. For the most part, The Coyote's fur was shades of gray and tan, with a tan "hood" that covered his ears and the top of his head. His face was a paler gray shade, with a tan stripe down the top of his snout. Fairly thin, rounded glasses perched atop the tan stripe of his muzzle.

"Hey, Alia!" The Coyote beamed. "Great to see you again! Looks like Val's - eep!"

Then The Coyote gave a cute little squeak when rather than reply, Alia simply wrapped him up in a big bear hug. He laughed, half convinced she was just trying to steal some of his warmth. Of which he had plenty to share. He put his arms around Alia and hugged her tightly in return, rubbing her back. When they broke their embrace, Alia reached out and ruffled the fur between his ears. He yelped and pushed her hand away, laughing.

Then he found himself directly in Valyrym's golden glare. The Coyote grinned. "Don't be jealous, Valyrym. Not like I've invited you here just to steal your girlfriend."

"Liar," Alia said, giggling. Then she poked The Coyote's belly, giggling. "Looks like someone's been enjoying a bit too much eggnog."

The Coyote glanced down at himself, pinning his ears back. Then he laughed a little, shrugging. "Not all of us spend our days slaving away at a castle, working our asses off."

Alia grinned. "Perhaps a little more work would do you some good!" She scooped down and picked up Valar after his father had finally put him down. She cuddled the hatchling against herself as she headed further into the house.

The Coyote followed behind her, smirking. "If I spent more time working, I'd never have a chance to finish your tale!"

"Quit looking at her ass," Valyrym said with a snort.

"Ass!" Valar piped up.

"She does have a nice one, doesn't she," The Coyote said, wagging his bushy tail.

Alia wiggled her rump at The Coyote and Valyrym. "Let's get Val some eggnog and some Christmas cookies. Oh, and a candy cane. Hey...where did the candy canes go?"

"Well, Kylaryn helped herself a little while ago..." The Coyote glanced around the kitchen as he entered. "And then You-Know-Who ran off with them."

"What are you wearing?" Valyrym asked, glaring at The Coyote.

The Coyote turned around, tugging at his shirt a little to show off the artwork, depicting among other things, a tree growing human heads, its roots entangled with a group of skeletons. "What, you don't like Opeth?"

"I haven't the faintest idea what that even means." The dragon sniffed at the shirt as if trying to unlock its secrets. But something else caught his nose, instead. "What is that delightful aroma?"

"Well, there's a whole spread of treats out there..."

"And I thought you coyotes only ate garbage." The dragon smirked, and flicked his spined tail. There was a loud THUNK when Valyrym embedded a few of his tail spines in a nearby wall. He gulped, and slowly turned his head back to see what he'd done. "Oops. Sorry."

The Coyote sighed, putting his canine head into his hand a moment. "Mind your tail, dragon."

"Build a bigger house, coyote."

"Maybe I could if you and your friends would ever give me a chance to write a clean fantasy novel. You know, something I could actually sell to a publisher?"

The old dragon just tossed his head, easing his spines from the holes he'd punched in the wall. "As if anyone would read a novel without dragon on human sex in it. What, you think they care about your pretty words?" He peered back at the holes a moment, flattening his ears. "You can put some..." He waved his paw at the damaged wall, chuckling. "...Something...in that."

"I'mma help!" Valar called out, after Alia set him down. He dashed off, only to return carrying a lump of fudge in his jaws. He spat it on the floor, adding a chocolate stain to the carpet. Then he picked it up, broke it into a few pieces, and shoved the hunks of fudge into the holes in the wall. Then he beamed up at The Coyote, pointing at his handiwork. "I helped!"

The Coyote couldn't help but laugh. He crouched down and stroked the little dragon's neck, smiling at him. "Yeah, you sure did, huh buddy?" Then he scooped the black and blue dragon up and carried him into the kitchen with a forearm under the little dragon's haunches. Valar draped his paws over The Coyote's shoulders, and peered back at his father, giggling. Valar happily swayed his blue tipped tail only to whap The Coyote right on the nose. The Coyote yelped, wincing. "Ow! Watch the tail little guy."

"Sorry," Valar only giggled, and batted his wings at the air as he was carried into the kitchen, heedless of the fact he was buffeting The Coyote's face and ears with his wings. "Look! Look! Look! Father, look!" Valar lifted a paw from The Coyote's shoulder and pointed to a long kitchen counter absolutely laden with all manner of Christmas treats. "Those are mine."

"Those are for everyone," The Coyote reminded him before setting the little dragon down. Valar dashed off into another room in an instant, and almost immediately there was a loud crashing sound. The Coyote winced, sighed, and shook his head. "Dragons."

Valyrym sniffed about a little bit. The warm, tantalizing scents of cookies, cakes, brownies, fudge and treats the old dragon could not identify hung heavily in the air like a sweet cloud. On another counter, treats of a different sort were laid out. There were cheeses of all types and hues, cracks and biscuits in many different shapes, and platters heaped with layers of sliced meats and sausages. On a table set up nearby, bowls filled with colorful liquids sat next to plentiful cups. A few glass bottles in fancy shapes sat next to them.

"...Is that rum?" Valyrym asked, padding carefully through the kitchen.

Strangely the kitchen itself scarcely seemed large enough for the dragon and yet he found he had no trouble navigating it. Come to think of it, he'd had no trouble squeezing himself through the front door, either. For a moment Valyrym wondered if the whole house was larger than it appeared, or if he was just smaller than his ego had always let him imagine.

"Yup yup!" The Coyote grinned. While the dragon looked around, the gray and tan canine uncorked a tall, dark bottle and poured himself a large glass of something that looked like very dark ale to Valyrym. The glass was soon topped with a layer of biege foam. "Among other things."

"And what is that?" Valyrym walked right up to The Coyote, and nearly stuck his snout in the glass trying to sniff it.

"This," The Coyote said with a smirk as he shoved the dragon's snout away. "Is mine."

Valyrym glared at him. "Only my son gets to say that."

"I get to say anything my characters say." The Coyote grinned and took a long drink from his tulip shaped glass, before wiping the foam from his snout with the back of a hand. "Oh, and this is Saint Benardus Christmas Ale. One of the finest breweries in Belgium's Christmas ale. It's a bit like an abbey quad, but with a lot of Christmas spice in it." The Coyote took another sip and shrugged. "Of course, quad isn't a real style of beer in Belgium, it's just a term they made up for the American market. Fantastic beer, though. Normally I mostly just drink American brewed craft beer, but it's really hard to go wrong with a Belgian classic."

Valyrym pinned his ears back, and gave The Coyote a blank stare. "I understood a few of those words, at least."

The Coyote burst out laughing, nearly spitting beer across the dragon's snout. "Yeah, sorry about that. Get me started on craft beer and I'll talk all night." He waved towards the kitchen filled with treats. "Well everyone's here now, and it's basically serve yourself. But why don't you go out back and say hi to everyone else, first?"

"Who else is here?" The dragon glanced towards the glass and white framework back door. Snow was heavily falling in The Coyote's back yard.

"All your friends, Valyrym." The Coyote gestured with his glass. "Go on out. I won't let Valar eat everything while you're outside."

"Thought I saw a blue tail," the dragon muttered, padding towards the door.

"You did. She was on her way out to go join your sister's team out back."

Valyrym chuckled, shaking his head. "Just like a female. Always ganging up on us." He lifted his paw towards the knob, and then realized he might have a little trouble opening the door without damaging it. "Little help?"

"Oh, sorry." The Coyote followed him over, and carefully opened the door. A rush of cold air swept in, snow swirled around the two of them. As the dragon squeezed past him, The Coyote gently touched his scales. "Valyrym?"

"Yes?" Val glanced back.

The Coyote smiled, raising his beer-filled glass as if in salute. "I'm glad you're here."

Valyrym offered The Coyote a fang filled smile, and dipped his horned head a moment. "So am I."

Valyrym slipped out through the back door. He barely even felt the doorframe brush his tucked wings. How odd. Once outside, he peered around in the falling snow. Something seemed different. The last time he'd visited The Coyote, he could have sworn the backyard was much, much smaller. There had been a pool beyond the patio then, and a small drop off beyond it with some trees and a strip of grass, but not much yard beyond that. Now, though, there was an expansive snowy field beyond The Coyote's house. Surely, there should have been other homes and yards somewhere. He saw lights in windows in the distance, but it looked as though The Coyote's backyard had practically enveloped the whole block.

Not that Valyrym minded.

In the vast, snow-covered yard behind The Coyote's house, Valyrym's friends and family were having a snowball fight. Dragons romped and bound through the snow. At one side of the large field, they'd put together a makeshift fort. It was little more than a wall made out of a whole assortment of massive snowballs all plopped one atop the other. Behind it, Valyrym saw a blue scaled head pop up, silver eyes shining through the snow.

"Fire one!" Kylaryn screamed as she hurled a snowball across the field as hard as she could. Next to her, another female's head popped up. This one was black like Valyrym's, though her snout was a little shorter and a little more blunt. A black foreleg with golden stripes was visible for a moment as Narymiryn whipped her own snowball out from behind her fort. "Fire two!" Nary cried out as she and Kylaryn both threw a second set of snowballs.

Valyrym was already smiling. It had been years since he'd seen his sister, and the mother of his son. He turned his head to see who they were hurtling their snowballs at. Somehow he was not surprised to find Korvarak and Voskalar on the receiving end of the icy assault. From the looks of things the two male dragons had a fort of their own at one point, but it now lay in crumbled white ruins around them. Instead, they were simply dashing back and forth, trying to make themselves harder to hit. As far as Val was concerned all they were accomplishing was to make themselves look even more like idiots than usual.

Voskalar caught sight of Valyrym first. Voskalar was the youngest of their former group, and his scales were an earth-toned mix of bronze and brown shades. As the youngest dragon, he was also the smallest, and the leanest, and as if permanently stuck in the last vestiges of draconic adolescence, the only one of their group to have a bit of awkwardness to his gait, as though his hind legs were just a tiny bit too long for his body. Which, as far as Val was concerned, they were. He'd been a bit shy around the other dragons, his best friend Korvarak excluded. Of course that gave Valyrym plenty of reasons to tease Voskalar and Korvarak about the nature of their "friendship."

"Hey!" Voskalar came to a sudden stop in the middle of the snowy field when he set copper eyes upon the black dragon emerging from the house. Beaming, he perked his ears and turned towards Valyrym, thus turning away from the snowball fight. "Look, everyone! It's Val!"

"Aim for his apples!" Came the only reply from the females.

"What'd they say?" Voskalar asked Valyrym, uncertain.

"Vos, cover your..."

THWACK! Too late.

"AWWWWWWWHH!" The young dragon gave a startled cry of purely male pain when a snowball collided with the back of his bronze testicles. In an instant, Voskalar's eyes went completely cross and all his spines flared out around his face, right before he crumpled to the snowy ground in a writhing heap of earth-toned scales. "Uuurrrrrnnnnnnnh!"

"Ahahahaha!" Narymiryn's laughter echoed over the dragon's moans of pain. "Right in the sugar plums!"

Grinning and laughing, Valyrym walked forward and patted Voskalar's head. "Hello, old friend. I see you haven't changed a bit. Which is rather odd, actually. You alright?"

"Both of them!" was Voskalar's only squeaked replied.

That of course only made Valyrym laugh even harder. Behind him, he heard the door open, and when he glanced back he saw Alia had come to join them outside for a moment. She burst out laughing as soon as she spotted Voskalar rolling back and forth on the snow covered ground, tail lashing and wings beating at the wet white powder. She put a hand over her mouth to try and stop her giggles, but found herself unable.

"It looks like..." She giggled a little more. "He's making a snow angel! Or at least a snow dragon."

"Oh, so that's how you get a dragon to make a snow angel." Another human woman's voice called out from behind the female's fort. "I shall have to strap on my boots, and see if I can get Valyrym to make one as well. You know, for old times sake."

That voice. Valyrym's heart froze in his chest. It couldn't be. She...she was...Valyrym swallowed the sudden lump in his constricted throat, and glanced back to Alia. She only smiled at him, and waved towards the snow fort at the end of the yard. When Val just stared at her, she gestured towards it with a little more urgency. Val knit his edge ridges together, pinning his ears back in confusion.

Valyrym gave the squirming dragon with the scrunched up muzzle another sympathetic pat, and then left him to thrash and beat his wings against the snow. As he passed Voskalar, the pace of both the dragon's footsteps and the beating of his heart were soon increasing. Ahead of him, Kylaryn stepped out from behind the towering wall of snow. She looked as lovely and radiant as ever with her azure and indigo scales glistening with melting snow. Kylaryn smiled at Valyrym, dipped her wedge shaped head in greeting, and then beckoned for Nary to follow her. Nary did not hesitate to do so, she'd have time to greet her brother properly later. For now, there was someone else they wanted Valyrym to see.

By the time Valyrym reached the snow fort, and a woman in a familiar, dark green cloak and heavily fur lined hood stepped out from behind it, all the sound had fallen away. Valyrym found himself surrounded once more by silence and falling snow. He came to a stop as the woman walked towards him. Black, slightly wavy tresses spilled out from the hood, and deep blue eyes sparkled with playful defiance deep inside it. Painful memories flashed through his mind in an instant. Yet when Amaleen pulled back her furred hood and smiled at him, all that pain melted away in an instant.

For a beautiful moment, there was only happiness. Valyrym snatched Amaleen in his paws and pulled her forward. He lowered his head to press it against her body, and she hugged him back just as fiercely. Tears came quickly to both the dragon and the woman as they held each other. Valyrym wrapped a paw around her body to hold her against himself, crying into her cloak. Amaleen pressed her face to his head, crying against his scales even as she hugged his neck and stroked his chin.

At first there were no words. Neither of them could find their voice. They did not need to.

When Valyrym finally found the strength to speak, his voice was but an emotion-ravaged croak. "I have missed you! I have missed you, so much..."

"And I have missed you, Valyrym," Amaleen whispered fervently into the dragons ear, not letting him go. "More than you can ever imagine."

"I think not, Amaleen," the dragon said with a sob. If she only knew the things he'd done...

"I know, I know," Amaleen said through her tears, pressing her lips to his snout, kissing him all over his muzzle. "It's alright now. Everything is alright now."

Valyrym held her a while longer without words. Finally, he pulled his head back, and though his wet golden eyes were filled with joy, confusion also flickered in them. He blinked away a few tears, and licked his gray-edged snout. "But how is this possible? I thought...I mean...you were..."

"Shush, Valyrym" Amaleen said softly. "It's Christmas." She pulled her head back, and smiled. "It's a time for joy, Valyrym. Only joy."

Valyrym took a deep breath, and peered around himself. "I'm not dead, am I?"

Amaleen giggled a little bit. "Not that I've been made aware of."

"Then..." The dragon thought about it. The oversized backyard. The house he somehow fit into. All his friends and family who hadn't aged a day. The gratuitous breaking of the fourth wall. "I'm dreaming, aren't I."

Amaleen grinned wickedly at the dragon. "Let's find out." She reached out and grasped Valyrym's frilled ear, and then gave a very sharp twist. Valyrym yelped in pain, and Amaleen laughed. "Nope, not dreaming!"

"Ow! Ow!" Valyrym swatted at her hand till she released his ear. He rubbed it with a paw, hissing at her. "Not sexy, Amaleen!"

"And I thought only The Coyote got to do callbacks." Amaleen put her hands on her hips, smirking at the dragon, defiance sparkling in her brilliant blue eyes.

"You're all in this together, aren't you!"

"We certainly are! It was The Coyote's idea, really. Him and his friends. They wanted to make sure we all had a merry Christmas. And really, what better way than a family reunion?" She waved her hand at the other dragons, who were helping Voskalar back to his feet near the house. Then Amaleen narrowed her indigo eyes, peering carefully at the dragon. "My, but you've gotten old. What have you been doing all these years, moping about in some moldy dungeon?"

Valyrym opened his mouth to reply, but Amaleen's smirk told him she already knew the answer. Nice to know some things never changed. He smiled as she began to walk past him. "Shut up, Amaleen."

"I most certainly will not!"

"You never would."

"And you loved me for it from the moment you met me." Amaleen giggled, making a show of swirling her green cloak around herself as she walked away from the dragon.

"Not quite the first moment," Valyrym said, a twinge of pain in his balls. He shook his head and began to follow after Amaleen as she crunched through the snow towards the house. "I suppose you've already met her, then?"

"Alia?"

"Yes." Valyrym rustled his wings nervously. "I...well...you're not..."

"Of course not!" Amaleen glanced over her shoulder at him, a few snow-speckled black tresses swaying. "Valyrym, I always knew you'd outlive me. Actually, I assumed by the time I was long gone, you'd probably get back together with Kylaryn. I must say, another Aran'alian girl was a surprise." She smirked at him, scooping up a handful of snow and playfully tossing it at his muzzle. "You've certainly got good taste in human women, though! I do believe you owe the two of us a formal introduction, however."

"I think I can do that." Valyrym found himself smiling as Amaleen once more swirled her cloak around herself, reminding him for a moment of the way Lenira used to dance to music that only existed in her own head. That made him wonder..."Is...I mean...Lenira..."

"No, my lovely dragon," Amaleen said.

"Oh," Valyrym murmured, glancing down at his paws.

"She's busy watching after a few of The Coyote's other dragon characters." Amaleen giggled to herself. "She's rather infatuated with one of his other old black dragons, actually! Offered to keep him company so he wouldn't be too jealous that you get a Christmas story, and he doesn't."

"Oh..." Valyrym said again, this time with a good deal more amusement creeping into his voice. "I bet she's having fun then."

"Last I heard, she was!" Amaleen reached the door, waiting for Valyrym.

Valyrym followed after her, though his attention was soon drawn by movement in the far end of the Coyote's backyard. By now the other dragons had all gone back inside to give Val and Amaleen their moment together. But there were still two more dragons in the distance. A blue dragon and a black dragon. They were wrestling. Oh...wait, no. They were play fighting. No, they were...ah! They were pleasuring each other. Oh, and they were both male. Valyrym couldn't help laughing. "Who are those two?"

"Garnoth and Kaythos, I think." Amaleen giggled a little. "From another of The Coyote's stories."

"Ah," Valyrym said with a snort. "And when I saw them sucking each other I just assumed they were friends of Korvarak."

Amaleen burst out laughing, shaking her head. "You're awful. Now come along, you old scaly ass."

"I have an old scaly ass..."

"Emphasis on the old, it seems! Anyway, I think you're going to want to see this."

"See what?"

Amaleen opened the door, and held it open for Valyrym to enter. "I'm going to go kick The Coyote in the balls! I owe him one for Blood For Blood."

Valyrym lashed his tail angrily at the snow. "Give him two, then." The dragon squeezed through the door, his wings brushing against the doorframe. Then he glanced back at Amaleen, smirking. "Or let Alia have a shot, too."

"That's a good idea," Amaleen said, giggling. "Wouldn't want to hog all the Christmas cheer."

Grinning, Valyrym walked back into the kitchen. He shook himself and sent wet snow splattering the walls and floor. The tiles through the kitchen and under the table were already splotched with snowy puddles from all the dragons coming and going to play in the snow. And while the kitchen itself was relatively empty earlier, now it was filled with dragons. Valyrym's grin only grew wider as he saw all his old friends ravaging the trays of food and treats The Coyote had so thoughtfully set out. Seated at the table near the drinks and alcohol was Alia, and seated next to her was Vatch. Valyrym was a little surprised to see the Urd'thin included, Alia must have invited him along. Well, if they were here, that must mean Thomas and Kaylen were around somewhere, too.

Might as well take care of business first. Valyrym cleared his throat with a growl to get Alia's attention, then smiled at her. "Alia, this..." He waved his paw towards Amaleen, his voice cracking a little. "This is...Amaleen." Then he added, "The one I told you about." Alia laughed at that, and Valyrym felt particularly foolish. He scrunched his nose. "Amaleen, this is Alia. He narrowed his eyes at Alia as she saw fit to continue laughing at the dragon. "My Warden."

"Warden?" Alia scoffed. "Is that all I am to you now?"

"It is if you're going to laugh at me."

"Oh, I see how it is." Alia grinned, folding her arms under her breasts as Vatch stuffed his muzzle with handfuls of cookies. "As soon as your old lover shows up again, I'm back to being the warden."

"Yes," Valyrym said, smirking at Alia. "That sounds about right. But if you ask nicely, I'll let you join Amaleen and I in the tub, now and then."

"You filthy beast," Alia giggled, shaking her head. "See if I ever build you another tub. Why, I ought to kick you..."

Amaleen cut her off, waving her hand. "No, he's being a little too protective of those things right now. Here's what you should do." Then Amaleen reached out and snatched Valyrym's ear sharply, giving it a twist. The dragon quickly yelped in pain, twisting his head. "This gets his attention just as well, and you don't have to wait all day for him to quit being a crybaby and get up off the ground again."

"Ow! Ow!" Valyrym tried to push Amaleen away but she only twisted harder. "OW!"

"Oh, that does look like it works well!" Alia rose up and walked around the table to the dragon's head, grabbing Valyrym's other ear. "Let me try!"

"No!" Valyrym yowled. "No more ear twisting!"

Amaleen twisted his right ear one direction, and Alia twisted his left the other way. Val's muzzle scrunched up in pain, and he slapped his paw against the wet tile floor a few times. "Mercy! Mercy!"

"Say you'll behave." Amaleen twisted a little harder.

"I'll behave," the dragon said, practically howling.

The girls both let him go, and Amaleen patted his nose. "That's a good boy."

As both women burst out laughing, Valyrym sat back on his haunches, rubbing his throbbing ears with his paws. "You can both kiss my stones." Then he quickly curled his tail around himself to protect those very jewels.

"Damn, you girls nearly twisted those things up like swizzle sticks." The Coyote laughed from the other end of the kitchen.

"What's a swizzle stick?"

"Well, it's a rod for stirring drinks, but a lot of times they're all twisted up, like a twizzler."

"Like a what?"

The Coyote waved his hand, laughing again. "Never mind."

Valyrym grunted, then lowered his head to whisper conspiratorially to Amaleen. "Aren't you going to kick him?"

"Once he can't see it coming." Amaleen grinned, then inclined her head towards Val's old friends and relatives. "Now aren't you going to say hi to everyone? They've been waiting for you, you know."

Valyrym snorted at Amaleen, flaring his spines a little. "Yes, Mistress."

Alia patted his neck. "Just like old times, huh lovely dragon?"

Valyrym chuckled and stood back up. He leaned his head down, and give Alia a lick across her cheek, then turned and did the same for Amaleen. "Dream or not, I'm...happy...very happy...to get to see you."

"Aww, listen to the big scary dragon, getting all emotional," Amaleen giggled, then leaned into kiss Val's nose. "I'm happy to see you too, my love. Now, go greet everyone before they eat all the snacks."

Valyrym made his way around the kitchen and other rooms to more formally greet all his old friends. He made Kylaryn his first stop. The blue female was standing alongside one of the kitchen counters, helping herself to heaping portions of sausages and meats. She also had an immense bowl of some vaguely white-yellow liquid in front of her. Little dark spots floated it, and it smelled oddly sweet to Valyrym when he ducked his head down to sniff it.

Kylaryn immediately swatted his muzzle, making him yelp and yank his head back. "Nose out of my eggnog, Valyrym!"

Valyrym smirked at his old mate. "Nice to see you too, Kylaryn."

"Hello, Valyrym," she said, smiling at him. She pushed her neck forward till her nose met his. "I have missed you, my friend..."

"I know you have..." Valyrym trailed off, and gave a little sigh. "I have missed you too, Kylaryn...I...I truly wish I could have come back to you..."

"I know you do," Kylaryn said softly. She reached out and stroked his neck, rubbing her blue muzzle against his black and gray one. Then she smiled at him. "You've gotten old, haven't you!"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Valyrym muttered.

"Because it's funny to tease you, obviously." Kylaryn pulled her head back, only to thwap him on the nose again. "You should have come back. Things would have been easier for you."

"I can only imagine," the dragon muttered under his breath. Then he lifted his golden eyes to meet her silver ones, his shining wetly with ages of pain and regret. "I am sorry, Kylaryn."

Kylaryn only smiled, and shook her head. "The past is the past, Valyrym, and you cannot change it. You can, however, live your life in a way that seeks to atone for all your past mistakes. You have someone you're happy with, now, even in that dark place. Live your life in a way that makes her happy in return, and all is forgiven."

Kylaryn's words made Valyrym smile a little more. Then he leaned forward and licked her nose, grinning. "Thank you."

Kylaryn purred and returned the lick. "You're welcome, Old Friend."

Valyrym narrowed his eyes, pulling his head back a little. "You're going to hit me in the balls, aren't you."

"Squeeze, I think," Kylaryn said, still purring. "When you least expect it."

"Perhaps I shall greet someone else now," Valyrym replied, gulping.

"You do that." Kylaryn grinned at him. "And get yourself some egg nog, this stuff is heavenly!"

"It smells good, but it looks like milk that has gone off."

"I think it's actually milk and eggs that have gone off..." Kylaryn laughed, flaring her wings out a little and inadvertently knocking over a tray of cookies onto the floor. "Oops."

"Glad to know I'm not the only one breaking things around here."

"By the time we all go home, The Coyote's not going to have a house left!" Kalyryn laughed, and nipped at Valyrym's ears. "Say hi to your sister and your other friends."

Valyrym gave Kylaryn one more lick, and then began to laugh when he saw both Valar and Arynyra come sprinting into the kitchen from opposite rooms. It seemed the two hatchlings had gotten used to the sound of trays of treats falling to the floor, and they both honed in on the crumbled mess of broken cookies immediately. Within moments the hatchlings were snow deep in spilled delights. At least The Coyote wouldn't have to sweep his floor every time someone dropped a few cookies.

Valar looked up at his father, cookie crumbs sticking to the blue scales at the end of his muzzle. He pointed to the cookies scattered across the floor. "That's mine!"

"I think it's Ary's, too," Val said, grinning. He looked over at the green and golden striped young female, then gently stroked her neck. "Where did you come from, anyway? Didn't see you earlier."

"She was sleepin' on a pile of santa hats!" Valar said, giggling to himself.

"Whatever that means," Val muttered, then reached down and hoisted up little Ary with a single front paw. He smiled and nosed her. "Hello little one, it is good to see you too."

Ary stared at him for a moment, her amber eyes wide as though astonished that someone could hoist her off the floor so easily. Or more likely, appalled that anyone dared to interuppt her cookie eating contest with Valar. She promptly bit Valyrym on the nose, growling at him while he yelped. He tugged her free and set her back down, then rubbed his nose with a paw.

"Everyone's hurting my damn nose," Val grumbled.

"Damn nose!" Valar chirped, giggling.

Ary looked up. "Amn ose!"

"Ah, not you too..." Val grinned. "It's nice to see you starting to talk, but let's not tell your mother I've taught you any dirty words or she'll have my balls in her paw."

"Balls!" Ary chirped out. Val cringed and Valar giggled.

"She said balls!"

"Yes, Valar, I heard her."

Valar pointed at the cookies again, grinning at Ary. "That's mine!"

Ary copied him, pointing at the cookies. "At's mine!"

"Yay!" Valar bounced on his paws. "I taught her to claim things, father."

"Wonderful." Valar shook his head. "I'm going to find her parents."

Valyrym carefully picked his way past the hatchlings. Behind him he could hear them still bantering.

"Those cookies really are mine, though."

"At's mine!"

"No, those are mine...I already claimed them."

"At's mine!"

"Noooo, Arrryy!"

Valyrym grinned, shaking his head as he walked off. He found his sister Narymiryn sprawled out in the living room, along with his old friend Korvarak, who was her mate. Voskalar was there as well. The three of them were all settled down, having some drinks and eating some treats, laughing together. Nearby was the tree Valyrym saw earlier, decorated with many glowing lights and dozens upon dozens of unique ornaments. Voskalar had a bucket filled with snow, and he kept taking a pawful out of it to press it against his sore bronze jewels. Each time he winced at the cold and the other two dragons laughed at him.

"Ooh, I got you good, didn't I Vos?" Nary said, laughing so hard her wings were shaking. Somehow Valyrym wasn't surprised that Nary was the one who'd hurled that well aimed snowball.

"Yeah," Voskalar admitted, laughing as well. "It really hurt!"

"Tell me about it," Korvarak said, shaking his head with a grin. "Females just don't understand."

"First time you've been hit in the testicles?" Valyrym asked, walking in to join his friends and family.

"No," Voskalar shook his head, grinning sheepishly.

Valyrym turned his eyes to his sister. Like him she was scaled in black, though she had inherited a series of golden stripes across her limbs and her tail from their mother. Like all female dragons she lacked the rather wicked looking curved spines that adorned the end of any mature male dragon's tail. She also shared smaller horns and spiny crests with the rest of her female kin, as well as a shorter, slightly more rounded muzzle.

"No, I'm not surprised." Valyrym snorted. "My sister here is Queen Ballbuster."

Rather than argue or act insulted, Nary seemed to take that as a badge of honor. Korvarak was quick to agree with that assessment. "She's the Queen alright. I think I've been hit in my stones more times since I've been mated to her than I ever have before. Oh, and if you ask her, she's the Queen of everything."

"So she is," Valyrym said, grinning. He padded over and nosed his sister. She purred and nuzzled him, and soon the two of them were exchanging loving licks. After a moment, they went ahead and embraced, hugging each other with forelegs and wings. "Hello, my lovely sister."

"Hello, my ugly brother," Nary said, giggling as they parted. "It's wonderful to see you again!"

"And you as well!" Then he poked at her belly, grinning. "You let Korvarak put another egg in there yet?"

Nary tossed her head, spines flared a little. It was the draconic equivalent of rolling her eyes. "Hardly. Little Arynyra is already more than we can handle."

Valyrym grinned, turning his attention to Korvarak. "What's wrong with you, Kor? You going to take that from your female?"

Kor snorted, his own spines raising as his muzzle flushed. "I didn't exactly see you putting a dozen eggs in Kylaryn!"

"Oh, you'd have liked to watch that, wouldn't you?"

"Sure!" Korvarak smirked. "After all you seemed to enjoy watching me mount Nary while she sucked Vos."

Valyrym glanced away. "I couldn't just leave Amaleen there on her own!" Then when the others laughed, he sought to turn the embarrassment back on Korvarak. "You blow Voskalar yet?"

Korvarak nearly choked on the cookie he was eating, and when he coughed it up he accidentally spat crumbs all over Voskalar's neck. "Wh-what?!"

"That's a yes," Valyrym said with a laugh. Nary burst out laughing as well, and Val couldn't tell who was actually more embarrassed between the young male dragons. Voskalar's nose and ears were flushed so dark they were damn near purple. And Korvarak had pinned his ears back and couldn't meet anyone's gaze.

"I did no such thing!"

"So you say." Valyrym smirked at Kor, then turned his gaze to Voskalar. "Well, Vos? Has Korvarak gone down on you yet?"

Voskalar stammered. "Wh...well..."

"Hah!" Valyrym only laughed harder. "That is a yes!"

"Oh so what!" Korvarak huffed and folded his fore legs together in irritation. "Nary and Kyl got us both so drunk we didn't know what we were doing!"

"Bet you loved every moment of it, too."

"They compared plows for us," Nary giggled, then smirked at Val. "And now that you're here, we'll get all three of you to compare your plows. Or your balls. Or both!" Nary made a show of peering down between all three male's hind legs. "I think Val has the early lead..."

"Damn right," Valyrym said with a snort.

"N-no fair!" Voskalar said with a whine. "I'm holding snow on my balls."

"Don't worry, Vos," Narymiryn said. "Amaleen and Alia said they want to get The Coyote naked, anyway. We'll make him compare as well so you'll feel better."

Valyrym grinned wickedly, shaking his head. "Oh, that's going to be fun. And totally unfair to the furry little bastard. If a dragon has apples, a coyote's only going to have grapes."

The four dragons all shared a laugh at that. Nary grinned. "I'm actually looking forward to it. I've never seen a male biped naked."

"You're not missing much," Valyrym assured her. "I've seen a bandit or two."

Korvarak thumped his spined tail, rattling a few small end tables. "Val's got a thing for male humans."

"Up your tail, Korvarak." Valyrym bared his fangs. "If you must know, I made a bandit strip naked and run away as punishment."

"Well?" Nary asked, curious. She dipped a paw into her egg nog and slowly licked it off her fingers in a way that had both Korvarak and Voskalar staring with wide eyes and thickening sheaths. "What's a human's mating tool look like?"

"Quite odd, actually. There's hair all around it, same with females really. That's not the odd part, humans never did know where to put what little fur they have. The odd part is they don't' have a sheath."

"No sheath?" Nary pulled her head back, scrunching her muzzle.

"No. It just sort of...dangles there."

"Like the balls?!"

"Atop the balls, actually." Val grinned and made a show of letting a single finger hang limply over a couple of round Christmas cookies on a nearby table.

Nary shook her head. "Humans are weird."

Voskalar tilted his head to the side, ears and spines all flattened out. He scrunched up his nose. "Doesn't...doesn't it chafe?"

"You'd think so," Valyrym said, grinning. "How're your balls feeling?"

"They're okay, now," Voskalar said with a shy laugh.

"Good to hear," Val smirked. "Kor, how's the wing?"

Valyrym turned his attention to his green scaled friend. Korvarak looked back at himself, one wing sat a bit awkwardly, but much of the scar tissue seemed faded. He flexed it a little bit. "It's okay, for now. Always seems to feel better in this world."

"...How often do you come here?"

"Often enough." Korvarak grinned. "The Coyote says I make better company than you do."

"Hmmph." Val snorted. "Just for that...I'm drinking Nary's eggnog."

Val snatched Nary's bowl away from her before she could stop him.

"Hey!" Nary tried to get it back, but by then Val already had his muzzle buried in it. So instead, she snatched Korvarak's bowl away from him and before he could do the same to Voskalar, Voskalar wrapped both front paws around it. Nary grinned. "Licks sheath to be Korvarak right now!"

Valyrym lapped away at the strange substance. The slightly sweet scent filled his nostrils, and the thick, viscous liquid coated his tongue. And by the Gods, the other dragons were right. It was good! Really good in fact. So good that not only did he find himself purring, but he scarcely even noticed when The Coyote came around with an armful of strange red hats with white fluff, and began sticking them on the dragon's heads. Valyrym almost didn't even realize The Coyote had stuck one of them over one of his horns until he was licking the bowl clean. He held it up to his snout with his paws and lapped at all the goodness inside till it was gone.

Finally, he set it down, and gave a long sigh. By then The Coyote was gone, but the other three dragons were all sporting their new red hats, each of them with a hat sitting over one of their horns. Valyrym blinked at them, snorting in amusement. "What the hell are you idiots wearing?"

"Santa hats!" Voskalar said, giggling to himself. "I like them! They're festive."

"Would you like it if Amaleen put bells around your nuts, just cause those are festive too?"

Voskalar grinned and nodded. "I'd shake them all through the house!"

Valyrym crossed his eyes a little, trying to peer up at the hat on his head when he finally realized he had one too. He snorted, and then called out. "Hey Amaleen! Voskalar wants you to put some bells around his nuts!"

"Okay!" Came the reply.

Valyrym smirked at a suddenly nervous Voskalar. Then he rose to his paws, laughing. "I shall leave you with that to think about. For now, it's time to fill my belly with some of those delicious things out there before everyone else eats all my food."

"Later we're going to decorate Christmas Dragons!" Nary giggled. "And get all you males to show off your sugar plums! And when the hatchlings are asleep..."

Nary trailed off. Val glanced back at her. "Yes?"

"Well, fun things will happen! Maybe I'll let Korvarak plow my field in The Coyote's bed. Maybe you'll even get a Christmas treat."

"I had better!"

Valyrym grinned, and walked back into the kitchen, his nostrils flaring as he sought out the best smelling things. Alia came up and gave him a hug, laughed at his Santa hat, and soon began to walk him through all the various delights on offer. Valyrym tried everything she had to offer him, and found himself unable to quit grinning like a fool as Alia went on and on. Soon Amaleen joined them as well, and together the two girls took Valyrym on a seemingly never ending tour of Christmas treats.

Oh, this is fudge, you simply must try it. And these are chocolate truffles. This one has raspberry inside. And these cookies with the colorful bits are M&M. No, I don't know what they are, but they taste amazing. And these are in the shape of Christmas trees with green frosting. No, it doesn't taste like grass you silly beast. And over here! Look over here, you'll be hard pressed to find meats like these back home. Yes, I know you've had roasted beef before, but have you ever had salami? Or summer sausage? Or Prosciutto? No, you don't have to pronounce it right to enjoy it.

By the time Valyrym had tried just about everything on offer, he was feeling full to nearly exploding. He settled down in the family room, drinking yet another bowlful of nog and this time with plenty of rum in it. Alia and Amaleen soon settled in next to him, both of them stroking his scales. Warm and full, the dragon felt oddly peaceful, and exceedingly happy. So this is what everyone was talking about.

A holiday filled with joy. Yes, Valyrym could get very used to that.

Nearby, The Coyote peered out the back window, grinning like a dog at his master's feet. Valyrym expected his tongue to start hanging out at any moment. Seeing it was still snowing, The Coyote laughed, and exclaimed, "Sweet!"

"What is sweet?" Val tilted his head.

"The weather, man!"

"I do not understand." Val tilted his head the other way. "How can the weather have a flavor? And I am a dragon, not a man."

The Coyote just laughed and shook his head. "Nevermind. We talk differently than you here."

"That is an excellent point. How can I understand you? How have I ever been able to understand you?" Valyrym waved his paw around at the house. "How can I fit in your house, let alone four dragons? Why is your backyard so enormous? Do you not live with your family, where are they? Why did that person in the car not see me?"

The Coyote shrugged and laughed, answering only the last question. "I think the neighbors are getting used to seeing dragons. If anything, they're more freaked out by having a coyote live next door. I swear, I keep seeing the guy who lives behind us stroking a rifle, muttering something about varmints."

"And everything else?"

"Maybe you're dreaming. Maybe you're dead. Maybe we're dead." The Coyote shrugged and picked up the remote control. "Maybe none of us are real at all, and I'm not even your creator. Maybe I only think I am because someone else has in turn created me and made me think that."

"Enough," Valyrym groaned, pressing a paw to his head. "You're going to make my head hurt."

"Call it a Christmas miracle. A present from me, to you. You don't need to know how or why, you just need to enjoy yourself. Fair enough?"

"I suppose." The dragon curled a fore leg around Alia, and his tail around Amaleen. Both of them laughed and stroked his scales. "I certainly am enjoying myself. How long will this last?"

"I can't tell the future, Valyrym." The Coyote tapped at the remote, scowling when nothing happened.

"Liar."

"What, now I'm a fortune teller?"

"You can tell my future."

Alia thumped Valyrym on his scaly shoulder. "Quit acting like such a Grinch and just enjoy yourself."

Valyrym growled at her. "I don't get anyone's references anymore."

The Coyote laughed, jabbing at the remote again. "Why won't this..." Then he spotted a battery on the floor, and laughed. "Oh. Duh. That figures. Looks like the hatchlings have been playing with it again."

"Better bend over and pick it up," Amaleen said, a hint of a smirk twisting at her lips as she eased away from Valyrym's tail. "Shake that furry butt, coyote!"

The Coyote, either oblivious or playing along, walked over to the fallen battery and bent over to pick it up. Doing as Amaleen teased him about, he shook his butt at the dragon and the two girls as he picked up the battery. His bushy gray and tan tail swayed in the air, and his rump pressed out against his jeans just a little. From behind, the two women could even faintly make out the bulges of The Coyote's testicles. Which of course were exactly what Amaleen was aiming for when she ran up behind him, and buried her foot beneath his furry butt. Amaleen's bare foot collided soundly with The Coyote's balls along with an audible THWACK that was immediately drowned out by a very high pitched, very canine sounding yelp.

"AAARRRRRPPPP!" The Coyote dropped the remote as his hands snapped back to grab his suddenly aching puppy makers. His knees buckled and he pitched forward onto his face, groaning in pain. For a few long moments, The Coyote just lay with his muzzle pressed against the floor, his ears pinned back, and his butt up in the air. His bushy tail stuck straight up like a flag signaling his complete defeat. "Oooooooooh, my nards, my naaaards!"

"Nards?" That even had Valyrym laughing, shaking his head.

Amaleen giggled like mad, and then pushed her foot against The Coyote's hip, toppling him over onto his side. She then stepped playfully against his body in a victorious pose. "That's for the last seventy pages of Blood For Blood!"

The Coyote whined again, but through his pain he managed a coughing laugh. "Awwww! Yeah...guess...I deserved that one."

"You certainly did!" Amaleen put her hands on her hips, grinning down at the whimpering coyote. "And don't think that's the only one you're getting, either. Alia wants to give you one for all the hell you've put Val through!"

"Use the knee," Valyrym said with a purr.

The Coyote lifted his head, glaring at Valyrym. Behind his glasses his hazel eyes were wet and tear-filled. "How about you shut up, Dragon?"

"Look at all those ball hits you made me suffer through," Valyrym snorted. "Another one for you seems like the least you could do."

The Coyote rolled around on the floor a little bit, and then just lay curled up. He groaned a few times, and then laughed. "Yeah, I guess you have a point."

"Besides," Amaleen said, walking into the kitchen. "Everyone knows you like it."

Alia giggled at that. "And you're going to like it when we strip you naked, too."

"What?!" The Coyote jerked his head up off the floor.

"You heard me."

From the kitchen there was the sound of jingling. Valyrym glanced back, and saw Amaleen was fetching a set of bells on a red ribbon. She giggled and waved it at Val, and Val nodded. Amaleen turned towards the living room, grinning.

"Oh Voskalar! Can you and the females come outside a moment?"

"As long as no one hits me in the nuts with a snowball again."

"No promises," Amaleen said, giggling. Then she gestured at Val. "Come on, come watch the females hold him down while I put these on his balls."

"Oh, I gotta see this." Valyrym rose to his paws and padded his way outside. No sooner had Amaleen opened the door for him then both Valar and Ary dashed up from out of nowhere, dueling black and green blurs sprinting through the open door and out into the snow. Valyrym laughed and padded out behind them, smiling at Amaleen. "Thank you my dear."

"Of course, my scaly love."

Valyrym glanced around, lifting a wing to shield his head from the falling snow. He soon spotted Valaranyx and Arynyra climbing all over the female's snow fort. For every foot of progress they made scaling the icy walls, they sent quite a bit of snow toppling right back down to the ground. Ah, that explained how the males' snow fort was demolished. Valyrym turned back around to watch Voskalar slip his way out through the back door, followed by Korvarak and the two female dragons. Valyrym couldn't help but grin. This was going to be funny.

"Alright girls," Amaleen said. Then she pointed straight at Valyrym. "Get him!"

"Wait, what?" Valyrym stepped back, but by then his sister was already barreling straight into him. "AAAH! Sneak attack! No fair!"

Val and Nary toppled head over tail and wing over wing through the snow, wrestling the whole time. Val struggled to dislodge his sister, but younger or not, a full grown dragon was a full grown dragon. Val struggled with her, snarling playfully as she snapped her jaws at his face. She tried to pin him, and he shifted his weight, tossing her to the side, then he tried to hold her down against the cold snow upon her back. He quickly tucked his tail to protect his balls, only to feel Kylaryn wrap her paw around his tail and drag it back out of the way.

"Wait, truce, truce!" Val tried, laughing. "Don't kick me!"

Nary lifted her hind paw up until Valyrym's testicles were firmly pressed between her back paw and his underbelly, outlining the plump oval shapes against the black sack. He gulped loudly, and she smirked at him. "Try and get away, and I kick them into your throat."

"Alright, I surrender," Val said with a nervous laugh, turning his head back to glare at Kylaryn. "What do you two wa-AAH!"

Valyrym yelped in surprise when Nary grasped one of his fore legs and pulled it under his chest, pushing up against the other side of his body. She twisted him off of her and rolled over to sit down against his body, grinning down at him. "Time for your white wash!"

Then Nary twisted herself around to face away from him, and sat right back down against his chest, wrapping her tail around his throat. She snatched at his hind limbs in her front paws, hauling them apart to expose the old dragon's thick black sheath and heavy black balls, rather tight to his body thanks to the cold air.

"Somebody get his sheath down!" Nary giggled.

"What? White wash? ...Sheath down? Oh, don't you even think about it!" Valyrym began to thrash under his sister's weight. "Let me go!"

"Never!" Narymiryn only laughed, and kept him pinned, tightening her tail around his throat.

Kylaryn soon reached out and grasped his balls in her hands, grinning. "Keep it up, and you'll get squeezed as well as white washed."

Val whimpered, and reluctantly went still beneath the females. To his dismay, it seemed the dragons weren't the only ones in on it. Both Alia and Amaleen came around to the sides of his body, and together, they grasped at his sheath and began to peel it back. Normally Valyrym would have relished the feel of his two human lovers touching his sheath at the same time, but now it made him whimper.

"Come on, let's talk about this!"

"Oh, we already talked about it," Amaleen assured him. "We all agreed it was a great idea!"

As the girls tugged his sheath down, Val's tapered red spear was quickly exposed to the cold air. He shivered and whined. Amaleen and Alia pulled his sheath all the way down past his ridges, the first time either of them had seen his entire tool in its unerect state. They looked it over, both of them touching it a little, making Val shiver again for an entirely different reason.

"Not quite as impressive when he's not hard," Amaleen said, giggling.

"Yeah. It's about to be a lot less impressive, too!" Alia laughed.

Kylaryn scooped up two big heaping pawfuls of snow, and immediately dumped them right down across Valyrym's unsheathed penis. The old dragon positively squealed as the freezing snow was pressed directly against his most sensitive flesh. His back arched, his eyes bugged out, and his teeth were all grit together as he yowled away.

"YAAAAAAH! COLD! COOOOOOOLLDDD!"

The whole group burst out laughing. Kylaryn rubbed the snow against Valyrym's penis, and when it began to melt, she scooped up another pawful and dropped that onto his genitals as well. For good measure, she packed some of the snow against the dragon's plump black balls before she forcibly yanked his sheath back up, covering both his member and a bit of unmelted snow as well. Finally she piled more snow atop his sheath, and then helped Nary keep him pinned so he couldn't do anything about it.

Valyrym squirmed and writhed frantically. He shook his head back and forth, and his wings beat the snowy ground, blasting clouds of white spray in all directions. He thrashed, kicking his hind legs against Nary's grip, and lashed his tail so violently Kylaryn had to sit on it before he accidentally imbedded his spines in someone's face. By the time all the snow had melted, Valyrym was practically in tears.

"I don't think I'm ever going to have feeling in my maleness again," Valyrym whined.

"Oh?" Kylaryn said, teasing him. "Can you feel this?" She lowered her head, and gave Valyrym's rather cold black sheath a long, slow lick, dragging her hot tongue across the soft flesh. "Or this?" Then she lowered her head, and began to lap at his balls a few times, lifting each fat black orb against her pink tongue.

"Oooooh!" Valyrym groaned, lifting his hips towards her muzzle.

Kylaryn smirked. "And I thought you couldn't feel."

"Please do that again," Val said. "I think I have frostbite."

Kylaryn and Nary both laughed at him, while Korvarak and Voskalar stood nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the females in case they were next. Kyl grinned down at Amaleen and Alia, tilting her head. "Do you mind if I do that again?"

Amaleen shook her head. "I mean, we don't want him to have frost bite..."

Alia grinned and shrugged. "As long as I get to watch. I mean, I've never seen a dragon do anything like that for another dragon."

Kylaryn glanced around, grinning. "Where did the hatchlings go? Someone gather them up and make The Coyote watch them for a few minutes."

"A few minutes?" Valyrym lifted his head, glaring at her. "You've little confidence in my stamina I see."

"You could never last longer than that in my muzzle." Kylaryn smirked, and lowered her head again to lap at the black dragon's sheath. She murmured against his balls. "You always did have the nicest set of jewels."

Amaleen laughed. "He used to call them his flawless stones. I always told him they'd be a lot more flawless if he didn't have one dangling lower than the other."

Nary, still holding her brother down, grinned. "I used to call that one my number one target."

Valyrym squirmed a little bit. "Get off me, Nary. What, you want to watch what she does to get some pointers for Korvarak?"

Nary ignored her. "I'm just here to make sure you don't act like a brat."

Kylaryn smirked. "I think he'll be good for this."

Nary slowly got off Valyrym, and stepped aside. Kylaryn nuzzled at Valyrym's balls and began to lap them in earnest. Long strokes of her tongue slid across the dragon's sack. Soon she lifted her snout a little to begin lapping at his sheath, and inch by inch his tapered red member began to show itself once more. As it did, she gradually nosed her blue muzzle further and further up the dragon's sheath until she was nuzzling the lightly flared, pointed tip of the dragon's growing erection.

Kylaryn turned her attentions towards the dragon's mating tool as it revealed itself. Any lingering coldness was quickly eased by the velvet heat of her tongue. As Valyrym grew fully erect, Kylaryn cradled his cock in her paw, lapping steadily at it.Soon she was stroking the dragon casually, running her warm soft pads against his sensitive flesh, and all the while she was licking the other side, or swirling her tongue around his tapered tip.

"Oooh, stroking and licking," Nary said with a laugh. "That is a good move."

Valyrym was too lost in pleasure to even glance over at her, or to notice that the other two males were getting a little excited too. When Kylaryn began to lap steadily at his oversensitive ridges, hot waves of intense pleasure washed through him. He rocked his hips a little, thrusting against her paw. Soon she paused her stroking and released his member. Then she began to nuzzle it and lick it, pushing it back and forth against his underbelly.

"It's gonna be cute when you spurt all over yourself," Kylaryn murmured against the dragon's tool.

"It'd be cuter...if everyone saw how submissive you get...when I bite your neck!"

Kylaryn paused, and lifted her head. She smirked at Valyrym. "Alright then."

Kylaryn pulled away, walked a few paces from Valyrym, and hoisted her tail as she stood in the snow. Now she was granting not just Valyrym, but everyone a very clear view of her sex. All three males stared at it. Even Nary was looking. Kylaryn's vent stood out quite plainly against her blue scales. The lips of her slit were quite pink, almost purple within the confines of her pale, blue scaled thighs. It glistened a little. She waggled her haunches at him, grinning back over her body as she undulated her tail like a snake.

"Well, Valyrym? Are you going to mount me, or am I going to have to invite one of the others?"

Valyrym gave a growl and rolled over onto his paws. He bound up behind Kylaryn, and practically leapt onto her back. He buried his teeth in the back of her neck, drawing a little blood, and Kylaryn gave a delighted croon. As he pushed his head against her neck, she lowered her own head towards the snow, lifting her tail even higher at the same time. With a snarling growl of lust, Valyrym rolled his hips forward and plunged his tapered tool into her pinkish folds, burying himself up to his cold-tightened black balls in a single thrust.

"Oooh, dragons DO like it rough," Alia laughed, shaking her head.

"Tell me about it," Amaleen giggled, waving towards Nary. "Even she gets like that when someone bites her neck. I think Voskalar just likes hanging out around her when Kor's in the mood, because he knows if Korvarak bites her neck, Nary's going to open her snout for anyone who wants it."

Valyrym ignored their banter, focused on only one thing. Rutting Kylaryn silly! And he did just that. Valyrym began to rock his hips swift and forceful, a mating ruled by powerful instincts instilled by age old desires. It was strange in a way. He'd mated passionately many times with Kylaryn, but inevitably when he took her in the most natural position a dragon could mate in, it always turned into a feral thrust-fest.

Valyrym plowed Kylaryn, driving his tapered and ridged crimson shaft deep inside her folds, ridges grinding delightfully against her clit and dragging her outer lips back and forth a little. A trickle of Ky's juices ran down his shaft, then another down her own hind leg. She moaned for him, tossing her head against his teeth as her own pleasure grew. In the cold, Val's cock was a shaft of blissful fire driven into her over and over, and she relished the burn.

Amaleen and Alia soon slipped up behind Val. "Watch the tail, Val. We're gonna hold your balls for you."

Val grinned against Kylaryn's neck. Wasn't that just an extra treat. He tucked his spined tail to the side to give the girls room to stand just behind him. For a moment they just stared, enjoying the sight of the old dragon's balls swaying, jostling, and bouncing off Kylaryn's rump with every thrust he made. Then they reached out, and together the human women began to play with the dragon's balls.

Val groaned in delight against his mate's scaly blue neck as he felt the women's fingers twining around his most sensitive parts. First Amaleen cupped both his eggs, rolling them around between her hands. Then Alia did the same, hefting his balls with one hand and rubbing them with the other. After that, each of them took one of the dragon's testicles in both hands, casually toying with it, massaging the tender lump of flesh.

Soon Valyrym picked up the pace of his thrusting. Kylaryn's sex was hot and tight around his shaft, and delightfully slick with her wetness. His pleasure grew in leaps and bounds, and given how long it had been since he'd actually mated this way, he knew it would not be long before he came. Behind him, the girls leaned in, kissing the back of the dragon's scrotum. Then they were licking it together, each of them tonguing one of Valyrym's balls.

Valyrym began to pant. Between the waves of bliss rolling through him with every thrust, and the way his two human lovers were now adding their own oral pleasures to his sack, the old dragon couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out as his ecstasy spiked, and he began to release his seed. Valyrym's erection jumped and pulsed as he thrust frantically for the first few orgasmic moments of climax. Then with a very loud cry, he simply buried himself as deeply in Kylaryn as he could, hips trembling, tail flagging in time with his draconic ejaculation. Even as his balls tightened while they pumped his cream, the girls kept licking and teasing them.

Kylaryn felt her old mate's hot seed flood into her body as she neared her own orgasm. The hot rush was all she needed to finish, and soon she was crying out right alongside Valyrym. Her sex pulsed and rippled, contractions of bliss rippling through her inner walls and deep inside her. She came hard enough that her limbs gave out, and she collapsed in the snow, dragging Val down with her. In the process both Alia and Amaleen were knocked onto their butts, but they didn't seem to mind too much, laughing about it.

When the two dragons were spent, they both lay together, panting heavily. Valyrym began to lick the back of Kylaryn's neck, cleaning up the blood. He nuzzled her a little, and then gently pressed his muzzle to hers in a tender kiss when she turned her head back. They kissed for a few moments, and Val stroked her fore leg and neck with a paw.

"I missed that too," Valyrym said, smirking a little.

Kylaryn just laughed, and nuzzled at his throat. "Me too. But consider that your gift from me. Merry Christmas, Valyrym."

Val smiled. He was starting to like the sound of that. "Merry Christmas, Kylaryn."

In the distant part of The Coyote's seemingly limitless backyard, Korvarak had already climbed onto Narymiryn's back. As if trying to outdo her brother and his own mate, Nary was moaning harder with every thrust Korvarak made into her. Val grinned, and licked Kylaryn's ear, still atop her. Voskalar sat nearby, watching with a silly grin and a very prominent young dragon's erection on full display. Unable to help himself, Voskalar was soon masturbating. The young dragon stroked himself in time to Korvarak's thrusts, groaning to himself.

Val looked at Alia and Amaleen. "You two want to go help him out?"

Amaleen shrugged, grinning. "Might as well."

Alia giggled. "Sure! It might be fun to jerk off a dragon who's not a smug bastard. Maybe he'll even be grateful for it."

The two girls laughed at Valyrym's expense as they walked over towards Vos. On the way, they were granted another excellent display of dragon sex. Korvarak was really giving it to Nary, thrusting into her so hard her haunches were shifting forward at the end of each motion. His green balls were slapping against her black scaly rump. The two of them were growling and moaning so loudly Voskalar hadn't even heard the crunch of the girl's boots against the snowy ground until they were right alongside him.

"Want a little help with that, Voskalar?"

"Oh!" The young dragon gave the two of them a shy smile. "I'd be delighted."

"I bet you would," Amaleen said with a giggle. "Stand up will you?"

Voskalar slowly rose up, his grin turning from silly to full on dopey. He spread his hind legs out a little bit. Now the young, earth-toned dragon's dark red erection jutted out beneath his belly. It was not as big as that of Korvarak or Valyrym, but it was still a good deal more than any human man could ever hope to possess. It seemed a little more sharply pointed than Valyrym's cock, the ridges not quite as heavily pronounced.

Alia wasted no time in reaching under Vos's belly to grab his erection. "Not a bad boner," she said, giggling. "For a young dragon."

Voskalar crooned in delight at the feel of Alia's warm fingers wrapping around his hardened fleshy shaft. His hips twitched as though he were already fighting the urge to simply thrust through her grasp until he came all over his belly and the snowy ground below.

"Do you like being handled by human woman this way?"

"Who doesn't?" Voskalar replied, laughing a little.

Amaleen moved around behind the dragon, and pushed at his tail till he tucked it aside. She reached out with both her hands, and grasped the young dragon's balls, rolling them around. Voskalar gave a long, loud groan and Amaleen could feel the dragon's nuts loosening in her hands a little thanks to the warmth. As Amaleen played with his balls, Alia knelt down in the snow alongside him, and began to stroke him off. She wrapped both hands around his length, and began to give it firm, smooth strokes.

Voskalar's tongue began to hang from his snout. He couldn't help himself, he started thrusting into Alia's hands. Alia giggled, she didn't mind his exuberance at all. A little pre was soon dribbling from his pointed tip, and Alia made sure to work it along his length to keep him nice and slick.

"I've never pleasured a young dragon before," Alia giggled.

"N-no?" Voskalar glanced back at her, then ducked his head to watch her working his erection. What a lovely sight.

"Nope, just an old dragon," Alia said, turning her head to stick her tongue out at Val.

"I hope mine doesn't seem too small," Voskalar murmured.

"On the contrary! It's a perfect size for a young dragon. I'm sure Val was only half your size when he was your age. Besides...at your age, everything just turns you on so damn much. Yours is rigid, like a spear! Even when Val's really excited, his isn't this hard. His is more like a big half cooked noodle."

"Hey!" Valyrym snapped his jaws, and both girls burst out laughing.

Nearby, Korvarak was just about reaching his peak inside Nary. The green dragon's thrusts grew frantic, and with one last forceful push, he entombed his cock inside his mate, and damn near pushed her to the ground in the process. Kor threw back his horned head, roaring his delight, while Nary cried out her own orgasmic bliss. She thrashed in the snow beneath him as Korvarak spurt hot waves of dragon cream deep inside her till at last they were both spent and lay together, panting.

Voskalar wasn't far behind, either. As expected, the young dragon wasn't exactly a towering bastion of stamina. Especially when he had two women working him together. Alia leaned in and began to lick at his cock, swirling her tongue around the young dragon's tapered, lightly flared tip. Amaleen followed her head, and began to kiss the young dragon's balls, taking one of them half way into her mouth. As Amaleen licked and kissed and suckled that orb, Alia began to stroke the young dragon's ridges swiftly in her hand. Alia parted her lips, and pushed her mouth down around the first few inches of the young dragon's cock. Sucking hard, she began to bob her head against the end of his draconic erection.

For her efforts, she was rewarded with a sudden, explosive mouthful of dragon cum, as the young dragon found himself pushed completely over the edge when Alia began to go down on him. He screamed in delight even as his first spurt filled Alia's mouth to capacity and beyond. Like floodwaters tupping a dam, dribbles of hot, off-white dragon seed spilled from her lips. Coughing and laughing, Alia pulled back but kept frantically stroking the dragon. The next spurt caught Alia full in the face even as she was still struggling to swallow the first hot blast. She ducked out of the way of the rest, and Alia and Amaleen worked the young all through his climax. Ribbons of dragon cum soon decorated Voskalar's underbelly like festive icing on a bronze-brown cake before they dribbled off of him. When he was totally spent, and the girls were out of the way, Vos simply flopped onto his belly, panting heavily and repeatedly thanking the women for their efforts.

Amaleen caught sight of Alia wiping dragon seed from her face, and burst out laughing. Alia glared at her, and then surged forward to wipe her messy hand off on Amaleen's face, instead. Amaleen gasped in shock, stumbled back...and then promptly scooped herself up a snow ball and threw it right into Alia's face. Alia shrieked at the impact, and immediately grabbed another snowball fight to retaliate.

Soon, snowballs were flying through the air in all directions as one by one, the spent dragons got in on the fight. Faces were pelted, noses made sore and wings used as shields from all the flying snowballs. It was not long before cries of "Not the balls!" rang out, often followed by the similar but more pained cry of "Aww, my balls!" The battle went on until a draw was eventually declared, with every dragon and human sore in their own way, and yet with no complaints at all to give. Temporarily worn out and sharing plenty of laughter, the group squeezed their way back into The Coyote's house one by one.

Inside, the two human girls divested themselves of their cloaks and boots once more. The dragons all shook themselves to clear the last of the snow from their scales, relishing the indoor warmth. Valyrym noticed the floor was dry this time. At the far end of the kitchen, he spotted The Coyote on his hands and knees, toweling off the last section of tile. Valyrym couldn't help but laugh when he spotted all the blobs of snow the dragons had just shook off, already melting into new puddles on the floor.

The Coyote glanced back, scowling. "Aww, dammit. Why do I even bother?"

"That is an excellent question," Valyrym said, making a show of shaking himself off. "We are all spent, sore, and happy. Now we demand satisfaction!"

"Looked to me like you all got plenty of satisfaction out there," The Coyote said with a laugh. "I even snapped some pics!" He set the towel down on a counter, grinning at everyone. "But you neglected the girls! Someone needs to take care of them, assuming they want satisfaction too." He smirked a little bit.

Alia strode towards him, grinning wickedly. "Oh, we do. But we'll get it when we're good and ready. First, I've a little holiday present for you."

"You do?" A grin spread across The Coyote's tan striped muzzle.

"Yes, it's a visual present." Alia deftly opened up her green blouse, and flashed The Coyote her bare breasts. "Whatcha think?"

The Coyote's jaw dropped, and his hazel eyes widened behind his glasses. His tongue lolled out of his snout, and his sheath was quickly swelling inside his jeans. "Oh. Wow. They're gorgeous, Alia." Then he gave her a sly grin. "Can I touch?"

"Can I knee you in the balls?"

"What?" The Coyote blinked, gulping. "Well..."

"That's a yes!" Alia said, shifting forward to lift her knee and plant it sharply between The Coyote's thighs. Once more he gave an embarrassingly high pitched canine yelp, eyes bugging out and going cross behind his glasses. This time he stayed on his feet for a moment, doubled over and clutching his groin. His muzzle scrunched up, his ears slowly flattened, and his eyes rolled back just before he sagged to his knees, and then the floor.

"Bullseye," Alia said, covering up her breasts again with a giggle. "Right in the Christmas Cookies."

All the gathered dragons burst out laughing The Coyote's reaction. Korvarak and Voskalar both winced in sympathy, while Valyrym just grinned wickedly. He knew just how that felt, and given all the times The Coyote had written that into happening to him, Valyrym didn't have any sympathy for the testicles of his creator. Besides, he knew well enough The Coyote was sort of into that.

The Coyote rolled around on the tile floor, moaning loudly. His muzzle was still scrunched as he squirmed from side to side, cupping his aching nuggets. "Awww! Oooooh, my puppy makers!"

Alia giggled at him, turning around to wiggle her butt at the fallen coyote. "That was for everything that's happened to Valar, and Valyrym! Though, I can't say it's a fitting punishment since we all know you like it, you kinky pup."

"...Maybe..." The Coyote admitted, then groaned again. He croaked out a few more words. "I liked it when you flashed me your tits, at least."

"I bet you did! Maybe you should flash me and Amaleen something, now."

"Maybe you should wait till my balls feel better, and I will."

"Maybe we should just strip you naked here and now..."

"Seconded," Amaleen said, giggling. "Drag him out into the living room, Alia, it's comparison time! The dragons might be too spent to compare plows, but they can still compare balls for us. Valyrym, help me move all the couches aside so there's room for everyone. Nary, Kyl, bring Kor and Vos along even if you have to drag them by their balls."

Nary giggled, and immediately reached under Korvarak's tail. He yelped and danced away before she could get a grip on anything tender. "She said if you have to! I'm going willingly!"

Nary narrowed her golden eyes, flaring her spines playfully. "You win this round!"

As everyone made their way towards the living room, Alia remained behind with The Coyote for a moment. Giggling to herself, she poured him a shot of rum, and brought it over. She crouched down, and eased it to his muzzle so he could gulp it down. Then she patted his head, grinning. "That's two nut shots for you tonight. You get hard yet?"

"It doesn't work that way," The Coyote said sheepishly. "But...maybe a little."

"Kinky pup," Alia repeated her teasing phrase from earlier. Then she grasped The Coyote's ankles, and began to drag him towards the living room. He yipped in alarm, and she just laughed. When he squirmed and tried to get away, she pushed her foot against his groin. "I could step on you, you know."

The Coyote whined, and went still.

Alia grinned. "I half expected you to keep squirming just to get me to step on your nuts."

"I'm not that bad," The Coyote laughed. "Besides, I want to enjoy the rest of the party, not lay on the floor all night."

"Good point," Alia said, giggling. She quickly dragged the 'yote the rest of the way into the living room before he could raise any more objections. "Where are the hatchlings?"

"They're both fast asleep, laying on my bed actually." The Coyote sat up when Alia stopped dragging him, and rubbed his balls through his jeans. "You got a hell of a knee."

"Oh, I barely even bumped you."

"Tell that to my puppy makers," The Coyote muttered, still holding his aching nuts in a hand. "They're gonna ache for hours."

"Do you want to put some snow from Voskalar's bucket on them?"

The Coyote flattened his ears back, shaking his head. Looking around, The Coyote saw that not only had they moved all the furniture aside, save for the Christmas Tree, but Amaleen was already hard at work decorating the dragons for Christmas. In addition to the Santa hats that the canine had plopped upon their horns earlier, Amaleen was tying strings of bells around their necks, and tinsel around their tails. No one seemed to be putting up much of a fight. Even Valyrym was only giving a half hearted grumble of disagreement and Voskalar was actually dancing from paw to paw just to hear himself jingle.

When The Coyote finally staggered to his feet, it didn't take Amaleen long to turn her attentions to him. She walked over, grinning and swaying her hips. When she reached him, she placed a hand on his throat, and slowly trailed a few fingers down through the soft, gray fur there. Then she ran them down over his chest, across his black long-sleeve t-shirt and over his belly. The Coyote had a bit of a soft belly, and Amaleen poked it, giggling.

"You're all squishy in the middle," she said, grinning.

The Coyote swatted her hand away, huffing. "Yes, yes, I know. Only a little, though. And try finding a furry that doesn't have love handles." Then he crinkled up his snout, pinning a single ear back and laughing. "Or who isn't really skinny instead. There's not many of them in the middle."

Amaleen shrugged. "I don't know what a furry is. Besides, I'm only teasing. Where I come from that practically just indicates you're well fed."

"Hey, I like the way you see things."

"Good!" Amaleen smiled, then poked his belly again. "Now take off your shirt."

"Oh no," The Coyote said, stepping back.

"Oh yes," Amaleen said, stepping towards him as he stepped back. "It's naked coyote time."

"I don't think so!" The Coyote turned to slip away, and found himself face to face with Narymiryn. He gulped and smiled at her. "Hey, Nary. Uh, I gotta get over there now, okay? So if you could just move that'd be awesome."

Nary only smirked at the smaller male creature. She lowered her head, and promptly wedged her muzzle between his thighs. The Coyote gave a startled, high pitched yip, and when Nary pushed her head up against him, he frantically backpedaled right into Amaleen's arms. She quickly grabbed him, grinning at his half-hearted attempt to squirm free.

"Did you hear that?" Nary asked, laughing. "He squeaked!"

"I did not," The Coyote grumbled. "It was a yip, not a squeak."

"Sounded like a squeak to me."

"Me too."

Amaleen released The Coyotes arms, only to sneak her hands around his waist. From there she swiftly shoved a hand straight into his pants and boxers. Her palm glided over furred sheath, which she was not surprised to find already felt thickened with excitement. Soon she had The Coyote's furry testicles in her hand. He tensed up, and Amaleen grinned, holding him firmly but not uncomfortably.

"Now," she smirked. "Take off your shirt. While we all watch, like you like it."

"I don't like that!" The Coyote said in embarrassed protest.

Amaleen tightened her grip a little bit, and he yelped a few times till she eased her grasp. "What was that?"

"Alright, I'll take off my shirt, sheesh. Don't squeeze my nuts! They're already sore."

"Poor coyote nuts. Now, strip!"

The Coyote's face was quickly flushing dark and hot. Not that anyone could see underneath all his fur. Only in the inside of his ears could the crimson blush be seen. With hands trembling in both embarrassment and excitement, he peeled off his shirt. The Coyote pulled it up over his head, and tossed it aside. His chest and slightly pudgy belly were both covered in silky soft gray fur, while his back was covered in shades of tan and brown that grew darker in cascading layers towards his spine.

"Happy?"

"Now your pants," Alia said. She'd come to stand just in front of him, with her arms folded beneath her breasts. She made a show of looking down at his crotch.

The Coyote gulped, and slowly undid his jeans. He tugged them down a little, and as soon as they were well past his hips, they dropped to the floor and pooled around his bare, tan furred feet. He stepped out of them, standing just in his gray and black plaid boxers. Amaleen slowly withdrew her hand from those very boxers, but before The Coyote could breath a sigh of relief, Amaleen suddenly crouched down behind him, yanking his boxers all the way down in one fell swoop.

"Coyote privates!" She shouted as she forcibly flashed the entire room the canine's naked private parts.

The Coyote yelped in surprise, and quickly covered himself with his hands. He laughed in embarrassment, and yet, couldn't help acting playfully. Covering his sheath and balls with his hands, he waggled his rump at the woman behind him. "Coyote butt!" He called right back to Amaleen.

Amaleen giggled as she stood back up, slapping The Coyote's bare, tan furred butt with a paw. "More your hands already."

With a sigh, The Coyote slowly pulled his hands away. Now everyone could see The Coyote totally naked. His most private parts were bared for everyone watching, and by extension everyone reading. Wasn't that just embarrassing for the increasingly fourth wall breaking coyote.

Like the rest of his belly, The Coyote's sheath and testicles were both covered in silken, light gray fur. He had a decently sized sheath, nothing spectacular but certainly no less than average. Beneath it his balls hung loosely in the warmth of the house, looking rather plump for a coyote. The left one was a bit larger and lower than its twin. He gulped audibly a few times in a row, but despite his noticeable embarrassment, there was also a noticeable hint of arousal. A bit of red was peeking from his sheath already.

"Aww, he looks cute down there," Alia giggled. "Kinda like Vatch, only bigger."

Amaleen laughed. "A little like Valyrym, only smaller."

Valyrym peered down at his creator's genitals and snorted. "Looks like the neighborhood mutt, to me!"

The Coyote shook his finger at Valyrym. "Shut it, Dragon!"

"Or what, Coyote?" Valyrym lashed his tail, sending a nicely wrapped present flying through the air. He winced when it landed, and there was an audible crunching sound. "Erm... sorry."

The Coyote ignored the broken present, jabbing a finger in the air in the dragon's direction. "Or I'll re-write your whole story, with Valar as the new star! I'm told he's far more likable than you, anyway."

Valyrym muttered under his breath, and The Coyote just smirked. Feeling a little better, he couldn't help but find himself slightly enjoying all the female eyes upon him. He looked at Alia and Amaleen, then at Nary and Kyl, and finally back to Alia and Amaleen again. Grinning playfully, The Coyote reached down and grasped his own gray-furred testicles in a tan furred hand. He wiggled his sack at the two girls, who burst out laughing at the display, turning a little red. It seemed they were fine with stripping a hapless male naked, but as soon as he started amusingly playing with himself? That was when they got embarrassed.

"Coyote nards!" He giggled, bouncing them in his paw before letting them go.

"Coyote sheath, too," Alia said, reaching out to cup the coyote's sheath in a hand. He groaned in pleasure, a little more tapered red flesh immediately slipping free.

"Oooh...Nice..." He swallowed, and shook his head, trying to collect himself. "Okay, so what now? You've got me naked..."

"Now, you compare balls with the boys." And by the boys, Amaleen meant the dragons. "You get to be the only biped, since Vatch has slunk off somewhere."

"Embarrassed by his small balls, I'm sure," Valyrym chuckled.

"Aww," the coyote pinned his ears back. "That means I'm gonna have the smallest nuts."

"There's a shock no one saw coming," Valyrym said, grinning smugly. Then he tossed his head. "At least you have balls! Half your male dragon friends you've introduced me to don't even have them."

"They're internal, Val."

"They're females in disguise."

Amaleen ignored the idiocy on display, as usual. She pointed to the area cleared in the living room for all the dragons to stand. "Alright. All you boys go line up over there, from smallest to biggest. And I'm talking about your bodies, though I'd wager your balls are in the same proportion. So Vos, you get on the left, Kor, you get in the middle, and Val, stand on the right. Coyote, you get on the far left, on your hands and knees. Oh, and boys? Tails up." Amaleen giggled to herself. "We wanna see those danglers. And I'd wager so do many of the Coyote's fans."

"Half my fans want to see our balls," the coyote admitted as he moved to take his place. "The other half wonder what my fixation is."

"I've seen that place you post my story," Valyrym said as he padded to the far right side of the room. "There's plenty stranger things on there than mentioning a dragon's testicles now and then."

The Coyote glanced over. "Be nice, Val. These people are your fans! Most of them really, really care about you."

"Most?" The dragon narrowed his eyes at the coyote.

"A few of them think you're an arrogant, egotistical, selfish asshole."

Kylaryn piped up. "I wonder where they got get that idea?"

Valyrym hung his head a moment, huffing. "And half the males want to have sex with me, too."

The Coyote grinned. "I thought you said you like it when the males tell you you're sexy?"

Valyrym hissed. "I told you that in confidence! And I meant that I take it as a great compliment, not that I find them attractive as well." He tossed his head, then grinned. "They're welcome to do whatever they like to Korvarak, though, with my compliments."

"Hey!" Koravarak whined. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No!" Valyrym and The Coyote said together.

"Boys!" Alia and Amaleen immediately said right after. "Shut up!"

"Sorry," all the males said together.

Amaleen opened her mouth to speak...then hesitated to see if anyone else was going to join her again. When they didn't, she smiled. "Now. Tails up, boys."

One by one, all four males lifted up their tails. The coyote spread his legs out a bit, and leaned forward to hoist his tan furred butt a little higher in the air. His coyote testicles dangled like fat, gray-furred hen's eggs under his rump, and the girls giggled as they stared at them. The coyote glanced back over himself with a sheepish grin.

"Whatcha think, Ladies?"

"They're cute!" Amaleen said, giggling.

Next to him, Voskalar lifted his own tail, showing off his own young bronze dragon's testicles. Comparatively they did not dangle as far as the coyotes, but then again by comparison of relative lifespan he wasn't as old as The Coyote, either. Still, even a young adult dragon's balls were bigger than those of a fully adult coyote. They also hung a bit more evenly than the coyote's.

Alongside Vos, Korvarak hoisted his tail next to show off his dark green scaled rump and forest green balls. They hung a bit more loosely than those of the bronze dragon, and were a bit fatter as well. The left one was also just a little lower than the right. Korvarak grinned over himself at the girls, and shook his haunches, causing his balls to sway.

"That's my mate!" Nary giggled, her golden eyes shifting to and fro as she followed the motion of Korvarak's eggs.

"And that's my dragon," Alia said, pointing to Valyrym when it was his turn.

Valyrym made a show of lifting his tail a tiny bit, then dropping it, then hoisting it a little higher, and dropping it again. Finally he lifted it up all the way to showcase his admittedly impressive testicles. Of all the dragons, Valyrym was definitely the largest, and he had the balls to go with that body. And at his age, his dragonly nards also dangled the lowest. They were noticeably heavier looking them Korvarak's, their sack an ebony shade.

Alia gave a whistle. "Oh yeah, look at those danglers!"

Amaleen burst out laughing. "They weren't that dangly when I was with him!"

"Age and gravity, Amaleen," Alia said, giggling. "Age and gravity."

"Oh get mounted," Valyrym muttered, but kept his tail hoisted.

"So how do we compare?" The coyote asked.

Alia smiled. "Well, you're obviously smaller than a dragon, but your nuts are at least as big as the average humans. And they're a hell of a lot cuter with all that fur."

"Yay!" The coyote giggled to himself, leaning his weight on one hand to throw the other up in the air. "Coyote wins!"

"That is not what she said!" Valyrym hissed.

"Too late, she said it," The Coyote said, grinning at Valyrym. "Don't make me sit down at my computer and make terrible things happen to your set."

"What, again?"

"Hey, you're about the only one who hasn't been actively kicked tonight. Don't press your luck."

Valyrym blinked, considering that. "You know what? Coyote wins."

"That's what I thought," The Coyote said, laughing.

Korvarak lifted his head. "Hey, wait. I haven't actively been kicked in the balls tonight, either."

Alia grinned, and quickly ran up behind the dragon. She lashed out with her bare foot, catching the dragon directly in his dangling left nut. Korvarak gave a very shrill, almost feminine shriek, and his hind legs snapped together so swiftly he flopped onto his haunches before he'd even grabbed his nuts in his paws. His muzzle crumpled up, and as the green dragon began to squirm against the floor, his eyes rolled back and he gave a long, loud groan.

"Aaawwwwwwhhhh! Oh, Gods! My left nut!"

Of course that only made the girls laugh harder than ever. The two dragon males were quick to scramble out of range, and soon they were laughing too.

"You hear that Vos? It was his left one!"

"Ooh, I hate it when it's just the left one!"

"Why?" Korvarak asked, his voice a strained groan as he rolled from side to side and beat his wings, threatening to knock over the Christmas tree.

"Because you were asking for it, Kor!"

"Actually," Alia giggled. "It was by Fan Request in the comments section."

Kor whimpered and began to curl up. "Curse you, Random Fan!"

That brought another round of laughter from everyone as Kor lay trembling on the floor. He rubbed his hind legs together, his tail curling, the rest of the assembled cast of the grand tale all simply watching. The girls laughed because it couldn't happen to them, the males laughed because they were glad it was Korvarak and not themselves. When Korvarak finally started to try and rise up, Val went over to help him to his feet. He thumped him on the shoulder.

"You alright, my friend?"

"Nothing a little tonguing won't fix," he said, turning his gaze to Nary.

Nary smirked at him, and shrugged her wings. "Maybe later. Come on, let's go see what's on The Coyote's computer while the girls keep him busy."

The Coyote blinked. "Wait, what?"

Suddenly the coyote found Alia standing right in front of him, and once again Amaleen was behind him. She pressed her body to his, and he could clearly feel her breasts against his back. With her arms around his waist, she began to stroke the fur of his belly, while Alia began to do the same to his chest. He grinned at them a little, starting to slide from his sheath.

"Maybe I help you ladies?"

"Well, you are the winner, right?" Alia smirked at him. "Seems to me you should get a prize. And so should we, for letting you win."

"That sounds reasonable," the coyote said, growling playfully. "What's the prize?"

Alia shrugged. "I was thinking I could ride your muzzle," Alia said boldly.

Amaleen reached down and grasped his sheath, squeezing it and making him groan. "And I was thinking after that, I could just ride you."

Alia slipped her hand down, and grabbed the coyote's furry balls, rolling them around in her own hand. "What do you think?"

"I think that sounds like an excellent way to wrap up this Holiday Special?" The coyote shivered in delight. He reached out, and began to open up Alia's blouse. "Then a bit of humor, a shout out to a few people, and then a tender scene to close on?"

"Sounds like quite the arc."

"It might be...or it might be terrible." The coyote smirked, tugging Alia's blouse off, exposing her lovely, rounded breasts. "I've literally been writing this thing all Christmas Eve. And I'm into the strong Christmas beer, so there's a chance this whole thing's going totally off the rails. It's already far longer then I expected it to be."

"Your fans expect nothing less," Alia giggled, shrugging her blouse off. She cast it aside, and began to undo her breeches. As she did so, the coyote leaned forward, pressing his naked rump to Amaleen's body. Dropping his muzzle to Alia's breasts, he began to swirl his hot, canine tongue around one of her nipples. "Oh, Gods," Alia moaned, wriggling out of her breeches and dropping them to the floor.

The Coyote just murmured. He'd run out of witty, fourth wall shattering banter for the moment, but that was alright. For now, he was far more concerned with Alia's pleasure than anything else. Amaleen gently released him so that he could begin easing himself down towards his knees. As the coyote lowered himself, he pressed his muzzle to Alia's breasts, then all down her belly. Each time he gave her a little canine kiss, he let his tongue swirl over her skin once more. Lower and lower he lapped at her flesh, caressing it with his tongue, leaving little wet swirls marking her stomach.

Alia shivered and moaned softly, running her fingers through his fur. By the time the coyote was completely on his knees, he pressed his snout against Alia's sex. She had only a little bit of hair there as she preferred to keep it neatly trimmed. Alia whimpered in delight as the coyote spent a few moments just teasing her. He used the silken fur and tiny whiskers at the end of his snout to tickle her inner thighs, enjoying the sight of the lips of her sex lightly parted, glistening and wet just in front of his muzzle.

Then The Coyote slipped his tongue free, and let it slide between her folds. Alia gasped, and rolled her hips a little, pushing her pussy against the coyote's muzzle. He lifted his hands, stroked her thighs a few times, and then reached behind her to gently squeeze her rump. As the coyote began to pleasure her with his tongue, he squeezed and kneaded her rump. He knew she liked that. After all, what didn't he know about her?

Though he might not be able to push his tongue as far into her as a dragon could, he could still slip it more deeply inside than any human. So he pushed it as far inside her as he could, and began to roll it around within her. Alia groaned in delight, wrapping her fingers around his ears and squeezing them a little bit. She began to tug and push at his ears, guiding him to work his muzzle back and forth and his tongue in and out of her sex. Most times he only pulled his tongue partway out, but every so often he pulled it all the way free to swirl it around her clit a few times before delving back inside her.

Alia's moans and panting breaths drove him on. The louder her cries got, the harder he worked his tongue, the faster he swirled it around her clit. When he found a spot that really made her moan, he stayed there, rolling his tongue against it. Now and then he growled playfully at her, the sound sending little vibrations through his tongue and against Alia's inner walls. His dull canine claws left cute little imprints on Alia's naked ass.

Soon Alia was actively humping the coyote's snout. She rolled her hips against him as if trying to bury his entire muzzle in her sex. Enticing as that option might be, the coyote didn't much fancy suffocating if he had a choice, even in such an erotic way. As Alia's pleasure grew, she lifted her hands away from the coyote's ears, now that he had his own head bobbing rhythm going. Instead, she grasped her own breasts and began to knead them. The coyote glanced up now and then, relishing the sight of Alia's hands caressing and massaging her own lovely tits. She squeezed one of her nipples gently, and gave a little squeak when the coyote flicked his tongue against her clit at nearly that exact moment.

By now the coyote was hard as a rock. Amaleen had settled on the couch nearby, and was ever so slowly taking off her own clothing as though she were teasing herself with her stripping. The coyote didn't have time to glance at her, though. He didn't want to break away from Alia and disrupt the lovely rhythms of pleasure he'd already started for her. He'd have time to enjoy Amaleen's body soon enough.

As he began to swirl his tongue around Alia's clit a little more vigorously, drawing louder and louder moans from the woman, he stroked her leg and thigh with one of his hands. With the other he continued to knead and squeeze her rump. In response, Alia dropped one of her own hands to grab a furry ear again. The Coyote rather liked the way she clutched his ear tightly as she drew near her release. After all, he'd always quite enjoyed a take-charge woman.

An immense shock to all his readers, he was certain.

Soon the coyote worked that free hand back up her leg, and pushed a couple fingers inside Alia. That really made her gasp, and as she began to hump at his muzzle and fingers together, he worked his tongue even harder against her clit. Her breath came in heavy pants as ceaseless waves of pleasure rolled through her one after the other. Each blissful torrent a little more intense than the last until finally, Alia could take no more.

The cascading waves erupted into an unstoppable rush of hot ecstasy, and Alia threw her head back and screamed her delight. Her pleasure brought such noise from her the coyote could only hope that she wouldn't accidentally wake the hatchlings. After all, it would be a little bit harder to explain that what he was doing to Alia was some obscure form of wrestling than it was for the dragons to explain their own mating as such. Alia's juices spilled across the coyote's muzzle, his fingers, and ran down her thighs. He kept rolling his tongue and pumping his digits till at last Alia's knees nearly gave out from the sheer intensity of her climax. Finally, she stumbled away from him as though she could simply take no more, and after a few steps she sank to the floor to lay in the carpet, struggling to catch her breath.

"Gods, Coyote," she murmured. "You're good at that!"

"Thank you," the coyote said, blushing a little under his fur. "I figured I could at least act like I knew what I was doing in my own story." He smirked at her.

The coyote licked his muzzle, still savoring her taste upon his tongue. He started to rise up, and no sooner had he turned towards Amaleen then she'd risen up from the sofa, grabbed him around the middle, and tossed him down onto the couch in her place. By now, Amaleen was nude as well, and for a moment she let the coyote look her over. She was a little shorter than Alia, a little more plump and curvy where Alia was more lean from all the work, and a little more self conscious about her body as a result. But just like Valyrym, The Coyote thought she was beautiful.

At the same time, Amaleen looked him over. Granted, she'd already had a good look at his body. But she'd never really had a good look at a canine biped's erection. In some ways, it resembled the dragon's own tool, though without all the ridges and with no flare at its tapered tip. Amaleen slowly walked towards him till she was standing at the edge of the couch, smiling. The coyote reached up and offered her his hand. Amaleen took it, and carefully climbed into the coyote's lap.

Amaleen leaned forward and kissed him. The Coyote parted his muzzle against her mouth, and their tongues twined for a few moments. Amaleen pulled the canine's tongue into her mouth to suckle it for a while. The Coyote gently pressed a hand against one of Amaleen's breasts, caressing it. She moaned, and slipped a hand between them to grasp his very rigid member. She squeezed it a little, and then tugged it away from his body, guiding it towards her sex.

The coyote squirmed, lifting his hips to help her out. When he felt her slick warmth kiss his tip, he sucked in a sharp breath. Then Amaleen began to slide down around him. Together, they groaned in growing pleasure as they felt each other's heat for the first time. The coyote leaned forward, burying his muzzle between Amaleen's breasts as she slipped all the way down around him till her rounded rump was pressed against his furry balls. Amaleen leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure, long dark tresses swaying against her back.

Soon Amaleen eased herself up the coyote's shaft again. He hissed through his teeth in delight, almost startled by how tight and hot Amaleen felt around him. He lifted his hips a little as she came back down, trying to match her motion. At the same, he began to lap at one of her breasts, rolling his tongue in lazy circles around her nipple. Again Amaleen's rump pressed against the coyote's warm, furry balls. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his roaming tongue, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Amaleen began to work herself against him harder and harder till she was actively bouncing along the coyote's cock. Pleasure rolled through them both constantly, and the coyote gave a loud, happy groan. Oh, Gods, he loved it when a woman took him like that. He tried to match her movements, rocking his hips and thrusting up against her again and again. Though in truth it was far easier for the woman to bounce along his member that way when she rode him than it was for the coyote to thrust upwards just as swiftly from below.

Together they worked towards their climaxes, Amaleen riding the coyote for all he was worth. Which, he hoped, was a lot. He pulled one of her nipples into his maw, suckling upon it and swirling his tongue. Then he leaned back again, pulling Amaleen forward to give himself more leverage to thrust. As he pulled her towards himself, he worked his hips harder, his tan furred rump rising up off the sofa.

"Your balls are jiggling like a bowl full of Jello," Alia said, watching from her spot sprawled on the floor.

"You mean jelly," the coyote giggled. "His belly jiggles like jello, not his balls. And I think you mean jelly, not Jello..."

"Well, whichever it is, your belly is jiggling like it, but so are your balls!" Alia giggled as well. "And I've got a better view of those."

The coyote perked his ears as he grinned. He wasn't really paying Alia that much attention now anyway. He felt some of Amaleen's juices run down his shaft, wetting the fur of his balls, and that only spurred him on to thrust harder. Amaleen began to moan in short, clipped breaths. As if in reply, the coyote was soon doing the same, only with snarling growls of lustful delight.

When he was drawing very near his peek, an idea blossomed in his mind like a flower springing from the earth in full bloom. He glanced at Alia, grinning. "I'll show you jiggling balls, watch this!"

Then, much to Amaleen's surprise, the coyote suddenly began to twist and roll. Amaleen began to rise, uncertain, and the coyote slipped out from under her. Before she could get the wrong idea, he playfully pushed her back down over the arm of the couch. This time Amaleen was on her belly, with her butt in the air. Leaning over her back, The Coyote drove himself right back into her, now thrusting into the woman from behind. The new position gave Alia a very clear view of his tan furred butt, and his gray furred balls swaying beneath it and smacking against Amaleen at the end of each thrust.

By then the coyote was nearly at his peak, and as he began his final, frantic thrusting, Amaleen gripped the arm of the couch in a white knuckled grasp. The coyote came first, but not by much. He tossed his head back, crying out almost as loud as Alia had a little earlier. His canine cock began to leap inside Amaleen, spitting hot blasts of rich coyote cream deep inside her. The hot pulses were enough to shove Amaleen off the precipice of pleasure as well, and she screamed in unison with the coyote as he rode her into blissful oblivion. The coyote could feel Amaleen's own pleasures washing through her sex in contracting waves, milking his canine cock for all it had to offer.

"AAAAAH! I'm cuummmmming!" The coyote cried out, his last, swift thrusts dragging Amaleen's outer lips back and forth before he ended up buried up to his balls in the woman as his knot began to inflate. "Oooooooh, God, Amaleeeeen."

When the two of them were utterly spent, and both faces flushed quite hot, the coyote lay against her back. Amaleen was sweating and the coyote was panting heavily. With her hair falling around her face, The Coyote licked the back of her neck a few times, murmuring to her. His knot was quick to swell up inside Amaleen and lock them together, which came as a bit of a surprise to Amaleen.

"What...what's that...are you..."

"It's called a knot," the coyote explained, still trying to catch his breath. "It's a canine thing. Keeps us locked together for a little while."

"Oh." Amaleen made a face, and then laughed. "That's different." She glanced back at him, smirking. "Not the most comfortable position to be stuck in, over the arm of this couch."

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that," the coyote grinned sheepishly. "Just seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Oh, it was a good idea at the time," Amaleen admitted. "Perhaps not as good an idea now."

"Hey Alia," the coyote grinned, glancing over to her. "How about some egg nog? Oh! Or some hot chocolate. Or both."

"How about I pinch your left..."

"Not while he's stuck in me, please," Amaleen said, giggling.

Alia stuck out her tongue. "Oh, alright. I'll get you some drinks."

She rose up, and walked to the kitchen to fetch their beverages. The three of them shared drinks while they waited for the coyote's knot to deflate, and when it did, he gently eased himself from Amaleen. Then he gave each of the women a loving lick on the cheek, and a tender hug. He sipped his hot chocolate, and then smiled warmly at them both.

"I'm really glad you two came." His smile faded for a moment, then he laughed. "And I'm glad you came."

"Oh very funny," Amaleen snorted, but she couldn't help but giggle as well.

"I really am glad you're here, though," the coyote said softer. He smiled at Amaleen a moment. "And Val's so glad to see you..."

"I know," Amaleen said, smiling. She sipped her own hot chocolate, happiness dancing in her indigo eyes. "I'm glad I got to see him again, too. So...thank you."

The coyote only smiled. He reached over and hugged Amaleen with one arm. "Hey, it's Christmas. That's what it's all about, you know?"

"That's what you keep telling me," she said with a giggle.

"Speaking of Valyrym," Alia gestured towards the stairs that lead to the upper floor, where the coyote's bedroom was. "You'd probably better go and check on them."

Hmm? The coyote glanced up, and cursed when he caught a glimpse of little blue paws slapping at his keyboard. "Oh, damn," the coyote said, setting his cocoa down and making for the stairs. "They've let Valar get on my computer."

"So? Afraid he's going to see your dragon porn collection?"

The coyote laughed and shook his head as he ascended the stairs. "Kinda, since Val's a part of it now! Though I'm suddenly far more worried about Valar accidentally-

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"I'm helping!" Valar giggled, randomly smashing his front paws onto the keyboard of the Coyote's computer. After Alia's squeal of delight woke him, what else was a little hatchling to do other than get into trouble.

Not that Val was doing anything to stop him. "Yes, Valar, you're very helpful."

Valar pointed to the screen, proud of his work. "I'm a writer!"

Valyrym peered down to see what his son had typed.

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"Yes, Valar, you're very creative," Val assured the hatchling. He patted his son's head as the little hatchling sat in the Coyote's swiveling, black leather computer chair.

The Coyote arrived in time to find his story file corrupted and deleted, and Valar still mashing away at random keys. He sighed, scooped the little hatchling up, and stroked his head. Valar purred, and the coyote set the hatchling down, glancing around. Nary, Korvarak and Vos were cuddling on the coyote's large bed, and watching the computer screen from a distance. Val was sitting next to the coyote's chair, and Kylaryn sprawled out on the floor near by.

The Coyote sat down and sighed, searching out a back-up copy of the story Valar had inadvertently scrambled. He glanced up at Val, grinning. "You're lucky it was just the Christmas story I had up. If it was your tale, your son here might well have re-written it entirely."

"No doubt an epic quest in a grand search for smoked fish," Val murmured, grinning.

"Or he might have just wiped you from existence."

The Coyote ignored Val's grumble, and went to work for a little while. When the coyote got things restored, he smiled, saved the story, and closed it down. Behind it was his profile page on SoFurry. Val peered at it a moment, reading the coyote's biography. The coyote scowled a little, going to close the page, but Valyrym swatted his hand away from the mouse.

"Oh no you don't..." Valyrym read through the whole thing while the coyote folded his arms, huffing. "Let's see...A coyote dreaming he's a dragon? ...What the hell does that mean?" The dragon glared at the coyote while he struggled for an answer, and then Val just snapped his jaws. "Never mind. Let's see what else there is here. Oh, well, why don't you just tell everyone about everything you've ever written, or may ever possibly write, ever? ...Oh, my mistake. It seems you've already done that."

The Coyote glared at the dragon. "Like you could come up with a better profile page."

"I most certainly could! For one, I'd cut out all this blather about all these other stories you haven't touched in nearly a year." Valyrym smirked, licking his nose.

"I keep meaning to go back to those...it's just...well, if you must know, your story has wrapped itself around my heart in hooks and barbs and it won't let me go until I finish." The coyote gave a sigh, looking away.

Valyrym smiled. "While I'm touched you're so invested in my tale, I'm still going to fix your profile for you."

"Hey, Val...don't delete all that!"

"Too late." The dragon waved at the screen. "There, isn't that better?"

The coyote leaned forward, peering at the screen. He scrunched his muzzle, pinned his ears back, and then shook his head with a laugh. "Much as I hate to admit it...yes, that is better."

"I certainly thought so." The old dragon tilted his head. "Is that a picture of me mounting Kylaryn on your desktop background?"

"Yup!" The coyote giggled. "Love in the Silver Rain. That's by Ijoe."

"Yes, the one who painted me in the tub." Valyrym murmured to himself. "I rather like the fellow, he knows how to capture my sexyness in full."

The coyote laughed, and went to shut down the computer, but again the dragon swatted away his paws. "No, no, no. What's this, a chat room?"

"Yeah."

"Well, who's in there?"

"Hmmm...looks like..." The coyote quickly scanned the user list. "There's a couple of red dragons, a blue dragon, a floofy eastern dragon...Oh, there's a raccoon with a nice hat, a little hatchling, a black and purple dragon, a unicorn-phoenix...A gold dragon, a cuddly wolf, a bear...and of course, a lynx, but you know him already."

"Oh, that room." The dragon snorted. "With your friends."

"They're your friends too! And they're your fans. Some of your biggest fans, since they're the ones who actually take the time to visit us in the chat room."

Valyrym chuckled. "So they are. Thank them for their support for me, will you?" The old dragon rose up to all fours, stretching out. "I grow weary." Then he glanced around the coyote's room, grinning. "Have I ever told you you've a hoard like a dragon? I do like all the dragon figurines and artwork, though."

"I thought you might," The coyote said, squeezing into his seat to shut down the computer while he had a chance. Then he rose back up, gesturing towards the door. "Alright, everyone. Out of the room for the night. We'll get a fire going downstairs, and you can all curl up together. In the morning, it's Christmas Day."

Valyrym let all the dragons leave first, nipping at each of them as they passed. Nary carried her still sleeping daughter in her jaws. Valar waddled out behind Kylaryn, ready to get back to sleep himself. When Valyrym was alone with the coyote, he slowly turned his golden gaze towards him. "The morning. When I awake I'm...I'm going to be home again, aren't I. In that...place."

The coyote smiled, shaking his head. "No, Valyrym. Tomorrow is Christmas, and you're going to spend it here, with me, and all your friends."

"You mean that?" Valyrym tilted his head.

"Absolutely, my friend," The coyote said, gently stroking Valyrym's nose.

Valyrym closed his eyes and smiled. He sighed heavily, nuzzling the coyote's hand. "I am heartened to hear it. I...I do not wish to leave this place yet. I want to stay here, with everyone."

"I know, Valyrym. I'll let you stay as long as I can, I promise."

Valyrym nodded his thanks. He opened his eyes, and set a paw atop the coyote's computer. "My story...does it...does it end well? Happily?"

"I can't tell you that, Valyrym." The coyote's voice was soft, almost remorseful. He wished he could offer his creation something more comforting, something more substantial.

"Why not?" The dragon swallowed hard as his throat tightened a little.

"Because I don't know, Valyrym," The Coyote admitted. "I think it will end well, I hope it well end well....but I don't know." The Coyote came forward, and slipped his hand under Valyrym's chin. He eased the dragon's head up a little, smiling at him. "But that's the entire point of life, Valyrym. The Unknown. None of us know how our story will end. We're not meant to know ahead of time. We're only meant to experience it as it happens.

"And so we go through life, blind to everything the future holds. I wish I could offer you a better answer, Valyrym, but the whole meaning of life is simply to experience it. You live, you love, and if you're lucky, that love stays with you. But sometimes it doesn't. You can't let it crush you, you just have to keep going." The coyote was quiet a little while, glancing at some of the pictures on his walls. "You try and find it again, and you live your life. And wherever you go, wherever your life takes you and however hard it hits you, you stay hopeful. You hope for the best, and you deal with the worst, and you...you simply experience life. And though you'll never know it's coming..."

The coyote walked from his room, and pointed over the railing, downstairs. Alia was getting a lovely fire going in the hearth, and the coyote gestured towards her. "Sometimes even in your darkest moment you find the light that shines brightest." The coyote left it at that, and turned around to give the old dragon's head a loving hug.

Valyrym sighed, and sniffed a little. He rubbed the coyote's back with a paw. "So be it, Coyote. So be it."

Valyrym walked past his creator, and made his way back down the stairs. He picked a path through the other dragons who were already settling down around the growing fire in the hearth. Valar padded over to his father, yawning. Valyrym pulled the little dragon up against himself. He glanced at Kylaryn and beckoned her over. She rose, padded a little closer, and lay down on the other side of Valaranyx. Val and Kyl licked each other a few times, and then Val turned his attention to Amaleen. She joined him as well, snuggled in a blanket and laying against his side.

Finally, Valyrym waved for Alia. She fetched herself her own blanket and settled down against Valyrym's chest. She leaned against him, lay her head against his chest, and listened to the steady beating of his heart. The coyote came down last, to spend the night alongside his many characters of whom he'd grown so fond. The Coyote turned off all the house lights, and left the room bathed only in the orange glow of the flames, and the multi-hued aura of the Christmas tree. He got himself a blanket and a pillow and found a place to sleep among the dragons.

Valyrym lowered his head, smiling, and blinking away joyful tears as he nuzzled Alia's cheek. He whispered into her ear. "Merry Christmas, Alia."

"Merry Christmas, Valyrym."

Valyrym lay his head down, closed his eyes, and smiled.