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The Water Slide

There was nothing special about this day for Thorphax the crimson-scaled dragon. No real reason why he wasn't flying other than the fact that he was particularly fond of the Cloudwood.

The Cloudwood was a forest laid high on a mountain plateau; it was so high, in fact, that it was almost always smothered in fog. The fog was so thick that it spilled down the side of the mountain to look like a cloud, hence the title 'The Cloudwood'. It was a glorious locale, one that attracted dragons, gryphons, and other flyers from around the world. The moisture caused by the fog ensure that, even when it wasn't raining, all vegetation was adequately watered to the point where the ferns and vines grew out from tree trunks and it was green as far as the eye could see - which so happened to be about as far as the fog would let you.

So today, Thorphax opted not to spread his wings and fly, but instead he'd enjoy the serenity of the Cloudwood. The best thing about it was that even if there was another person nearby, the fog and thick vegetation would smother their sounds and ensure that, short of blasting a ball of fire to the sky, there was practically no way one would find another. It was very easy to get lost, and today Thorphax wanted to be alone. He wasn't usually reclusive, but some times, even the most social drakes want to be alone.

Unfortunately, that desire was shattered when he heard the piercing cry of a gryphon echoing through the fog.

He lifted his head from the rock he was resting it on to look around. The shriek had echoed off logs and trees, and the fog distorted the sound enough that he had no idea where it was from. He kept his ear frills perked up to catch wind of another noise, should there be another.

After a minute or two of waiting for a followup, the dragon accepted the silence and laid his head back down, ready to nap once again.

No more than thirty seconds after he laid his head back down, eyes just on the cusp of fluttering shut, his peace was disturbed a second time as there was a loud and nearly violent rustling in some nearby bushes.

A muted growl of frustration escaped the drake's lips as he raised his head again, aiming his gaze towards the source of the continued rustling. He wasn't angry, but being bothered by such disturbances defeated the purpose of enjoying the solitude of the Cloudwood. "Who's there?" He called out, not actually expecting a response.

The rustling continued, and it was getting closer.

"If you don't answer me, I'll be forced to-" He began to threaten, but was cut off when a tiny gryph popped out of the bushes and into his slightly-less-overgrown clearing. This gryph was much smaller than most other gryphons, only standing up to what Thorphax imagined was his knee. He was mostly white with black stripes on his rump end that slowly dissolved into smudges and lines of splotches as they got closer to his neck and head. He also had a black stripe running from around his eyes and all the way down to the tip of his floof-tipped tail.

"Hey!" The burd chirped. "Didn't think I'd find someone in this desolate wasteland." He hopped over to the side of the much larger dragon and cocked his head to the side, beak agape and tongue lolling out.

Thorphax blinked, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to be bothered, but dare not insist the gryph leave him be. Territorial as Dragons tended to be, Thorphax didn't feel this was 'his' patch of land. "Uh, actually, I kind of came here hoping to not be disturbed." Said Thorphax in a rushed whisper.

The gryphon chirped and laughed a bit. "Well what's the fun in that? You're no fun!" He spread his wings and flutter-hopped up onto the dragon's hip.

Thorphax tensed up and growled as he felt the bird's talons and claws land on his flank. "Hey!" he growled. Realizing he'd been a touch rude, he shook his head, took in a deep breath, and continued. "Excuse me, but it's rude to just...hop up on someone like that without being invited. Could you get off?"

The gryphon's eyes widened and ears perked as Thorphax finished the sentence. "Get off? Don't mind if I do!" He giggled and leaned onto his side, one leg raised so he could lick at his sheathe.

Thorphax was completely baffled at this. Not knowing what to say or what to do, he rolled to his feet and shook the gryph off him.

"Hey!" The gryphon protested as he fell off the dragon's side; he flapped his wings and angled himself to land on his feet before landing. "That wasn't polite!"

Thorphax growled and shugged. It was clear this little bird had no desire to leave him alone, so he spread his wings to launch himself into the air, but was stopped when he felt a poking at his belly.

"Don't leave me!" the gryph protested, beak clamped down on the dragon's scales.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Thorphax whimpered. "I just want to be left alone!" He tried to shake the beak off, but found that the gryphon was not letting go, and the movement just made it a bit more irritating. Once he stopped tugging, the gryph let go.

"I'm telling you, that's no fun!" The gryph argued. "Look, I have an idea, okay?"

Thorphax was intrigued. "And what's that?"

"You get to know me before flocking off? The name's Ceylon, and I am here on a mission!"

"What?" Thorphax blinked, rather confused and still quite irritated. "If you wanted me to get to know you, perhaps you shouldn't have jumped on me and attacked me when I tried to leave." He said, irritation clear in his voice.

Ceylon rolled his eyes and chirped. "Well of course not, but I knew you'd be okay with it." He hopped forward so he was right in front of Thorphax. He looked up at the drake and chirped again. "So tell me, what's your name? Or shall I call you the Crimson Dragon, Grump of the Cloudwood?"

A chuckle escaped the dragon's throat. "Heh, I like that title. Cute. But no, I'm Thorphax, if you must know. Now can I leave without you attacking me again? I came here to be alone."

Ceylon's happy face slowly melted into a look of malicious intent. "Actually, no. You don't want to be alone. You came here because of some lingering heartbreak and wanted to enjoy seclusion. You're not here because you want to be alone, you're here because you're lonely and deep down inside you feel you deserve it. I won't go into the detail of your psyche, but that's the gist of it."

Thorphax's lips curled up in a growl. "How dare you presume such things about me. What do you know, you're just a bird!" He spread his wings and was about to fly away when Ceylon spoke up, this time louder and with more force.

"No, I am not wrong and you know it. Fold your wings and listen to me for a moment. I have another proposal." He looked up directly into Thorphax's golden eyes, and the drake stared back, somewhat mesmerized by the gentle shade of blue the gryphon's eyes were.

Reluctantly, Thorphax folded his wings and sat down on his haunches. He didn't like admitting it even to himself, but Ceylon's words rang true in his mind. He was lonely. He did want to be alone, but only because he felt that's what was best. "What is your proposal, burd?" He demanded, trying to remain tough without exposing his vulnerability.

Ceylon shrugged. "You're horny. I'm horny. You want companionship and I've dedicated my life to making others happy. I offer you what you need right now, a wet tight hole. Simple as that."

"Uuh, what?" Thorphax blinked again, completely baffled by this gryph's proposal. He WAS horny, male dragons always were, but that didn't need he always needed 'a tight wet hole'. He was mild mannered and certainly not the type to just fuck random strangers in the middle of a forest.

"Uh what, what?" Ceylon prodded. "I can smell it on you. You've got a sweet but kinda pungent aroma wafting out from between your legs. Don't worry, it's not an offensive scent." He leaned down and sniffed at the air between Thorphax's front legs. "It's been days since you relieved yourself into another dragon or gryphon or snake, anyone could smell it from a mile away."

The drake leaned back and stared a sideways glare at the gryph. "H-how do you know all this? You're a bird, not a dragon..." He trailed off. He was intrigued enough to not just fly away. This was rather peculiar, but horny is horny, and when the blood flows south, the north loses influence. "Look, you may be right, but I really don't think..."

He was interrupted by Ceylon, who pounced through the drake's front legs to bury his beak between Thorphax's legs, the rim of his beak pressing against the scale-folds just above the dragon's slit.

Thorphax immediately hopped up to all fours and tried to scoot backwards, away from the prodding beak.

But Ceylon was persistent and very nimble. As Thorphax hopped away, Ceylon hopped forth to press his snout against the dragon's underbelly. The wafting aroma of musk was practically a beacon to a dragon's cock, hiding deep within a fleshy slit.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Thorphax stammered, one leg raised to keep the gryphon's beak from being able to reach his tender nethers. It wasn't working.

Ceylon pulled away from the slit flesh long enough to respond - a trail of thick saliva connecting beak and scale, "Oh, I'm just doing what I can to get you in the mood. Once you've been rubbed, you'll have to finish!" He said, finishing off with a devious chuckle before ramming his beak up into the fleshy slit again.

Thorphax's eyes went cross and his back tensed as he felt the prodding bird extremity dig around inside him to find his very sensitive cock head. It was just a gentle touch at first, but only a second later he could feel a tongue snaking out between that beak to prod at his slit, caressing his member. "Hrrrmph...this is....rape, you know..." He protested through gritted teeth.

Ceylon reared up to his hind legs and thrust his talon up into the slit. "It's only rape if you don't want it. I prefer the term 'persistent'." He leaned against Thorphax's inner thigh and continued to prod around with his hand, eventually wrapping his claw tips around the bulbous head, careful to not catch talon on the walls of the dragon's fleshy slit. Once he had a firm grip, he gave a tug to pull it out. Much to his delight, it was a gorgeous shade of royal purple, even if it was a touch pale. The head was blunt and had a rim of round ridges like a horse. Wonderful. HE gave it another lick and forced the tip of his tongue down its opening, coaxing a muscular tense-up followed by a throbbing inflation of the dragon's equipment in his hand.

Thorpax grunted and lowered his leg so he was on all fours again. He looked between his legs to see the avian deviant nuzzling at and licking his member. He couldn't see what all the bird was doing, but it felt wonderful, and every wet slap was met with another tensing of his muscles followed by an arching of his back. The pleasure was not something he was prepared for.

"Mmmrph! That's better dragon behaviour!" Ceylon cheered from underneath Thorphax. He was fondling and caressing the drake's member, gently tugging on it as it grew to get a good look, feel, and taste of it. The shaft beyond the head had a wonderful, velvety texture in between the two rings - one just beyond the rim of the head and the other further down the shaft at about half way. He kept tugging to expose more if the royal purple shaft - which was growing darker as it expanded - until he'd seen every bit of it. It was a wonderful cock, truly! The length between the median ring and base was thicker, more veiny, and covered with small violet speckles. Much to the gryph's delight, there were a series of loose-fitting ridges on the underside and a slowly inflating knot barely slipping out from between the dragon's cream-colored bellyscales. He couldn't help but wrap his fingers around it and give it a tug.

The drake grunted and thrust forward, almost knocking Ceylon off his hind feet as he jabbed him in his floofy chest. He bit down on his teeth as his wings began to spread, preparing his body to cover his 'prey'.

"I, uh...wow." Ceylon cooed. "That is a wonderful cock, I just, not sure if I can get to the best part of it!" He was a little worried, since the ridges and knot were down the shaft and nestled right at the dragon's slit. He was a stretchy gryph, but as he pressed his chest up against the cock, he realized it was almost as long as his torso!

Thorphax grunted and thrust again, this time knocking Ceylon off balance. As the gryph slumped into the grass and ferns, Thorphax crouched his hind legs down to smear his cock all over the gryph's belly fur. He wiggled his hips back and forth, gently pushing forward, thrusting enough to press his slit down against the gryph's tail, cock tip resting on the avian half's feathered breast. He had started indignant and a little grumpy, but the more attention his equipment got, the more feral he became; the more his carnal instincts took over.

Ceylon let out a long, strained coo as the dragon's massive cock rubbed against his chest, lubrication soaking his feathers and fur with each thrust. He gaped his beak open and lolled his tongue out to the side. He bent his hind knees up to rest his paws against the dragon's belly on either side of his cockslit opening. This way he could feel the muscles tense before the cock was pushed down on him again, giving him proper time to prepare for the inevitable pounding.

Both dragon and gryph continued to thrust, grunt, and growl against each other as Thorphax kept jerking his hips down onto the gryph in a steady pattern, like a metronome of humping. Each and every one of this gentle but firm presses down on Ceylon scuffed the gryph a few more inches across the ground, leaving a smeared dirt trail where the vegetation was trampled, leaving only a mash of dirt and leaves in its wake.

"Mmmrph!" Ceylon cooed again, his own dick slipping from its sheathe to rub against the underside of the dragon's member. Ebony gryphon cock slime and royal purple dragon cock slime mixed, a gentle squelching emanating from the small clearing only to get lost in the fog. All that could be heard was the combined vocalizations and squishy flesh on flesh rubbing. "That's...okay, let's do this." Ceylon grunted, grabbing the head of the cock and aiming it down, pushing himself backwards in the dirt to leave a longer trail of muck. He kept pushing until the cock head was down under his cock, nestled between the underside of his tail and his balls. He kept it firm in place with one hand as the other harvested a thick layer of cock slime from his and the dragon's cock to smear it on his own hole, pushing a few fingers inside to ensure the slick lube coated as much as it could.

But Thorphax wasn't paying much attention to the gryph, nor had he care to wait. With Ceylon's fingers still lodged in his own rump, Thorphax thrust, forcing his cock underneath that tail to spread the rump flesh wide!

Ceylon let out a pained squawk as the dragon's rod pushed through his tail hole and into his body, giving him a noticeable belly bulge even through his poofy fur coat. Once his squawk subsided, it morphed into a grunt before he collaped on himself, panting heavily. He'd tensed up all his muscles to keep his composure. Had he relaxed, even more of the dragon's shaft would have penetrated him, and he'd have to swallow cum back down. Cautiously, he removed his fingers from his now-taut hole with a squelch as a bit of air escaped, forming bubbles in the crease between gryphon and dragon flesh.

The dragon was still pushing down on the gryph, forcing the avian across the ground unil he could be pushed no more. His head had finally scooted far enough to bump into the rock that Thorphax had used to lay his head on - a flat, smoothe surfaced boulder that was thrice the size of the gryphon's entire body. Thorphax held a bit of concern for the eager and generous bird that lay prone on the ground, stuck between a rock and his cock, but he couldn't do much to stop himself. Once his equipment got wet, it malfunctioned and took on a mind of its own. The deeper he pushed, the less control he had over it.

"Is that all you got?" Ceylon cried out from beneath Thorphax in a strained grunt. He continued to rub at his belly, massaging the beast's shaft between his abdominal wall and insides with one hand, his other hand gently tickling at the underside of his own shaft. "You can go deeper, I'm sure!" indeed, only the first half had plunged itself into the gryphon's feline rump; he could feel the pulsating and throbbing median ring massaging his sphincter from just inside. The dragon's under-knot ridges were pushing out and catching on the fur that lined the underside of his tail.

Lucid or not, Thorphax couldn't say no to a challenge. With a powerful growl and a small stream of liquid fire dripping out the end of his maw like drool to land on the rock before evaporating in a puff of thick, black smoke, he slowly pulled his hips back enough so that his cock slid out of its warm confines, leaving only the bulbous tip smothered in gryphon flesh. With one slow but firm push, he buried every inch of his hilt in the gryphon's canal, slipping through to the median ring where his cock tip encountered a tight obstruction for only a fraction of a sentence before forcing itself into it, spreading it wide and opening Ceylon's form from tail to neck.

"Glph!" Ceylon cried out as Thorphax's member pushed all the way into him, his length relocating the gryph's guts in such a way that the dragon's cock tip was somewhere between his heart and stomach. His cock began to wither as the blood relocated itself to envelop his insides. Blood helped the healing process, which needed to maintain itself in order not to result in injury. Ceylon was confident, however. Years of training and the best magic skills in the kingdom ensured that even the most painful looking 'stabs' would be pleasant or at least neutral. To a lesser being, a cock the size of his leg hilting itself in his rear end would have surely killed them; but Ceylon? This was only slightly above average. "Come on, Thor! You can do that, bury your hammer!"

Thorphax blinked in confusion, not fully understanding the anecdote of his cock warmer. Alas, he cared little. Instead, he pressed his front talon down on the gryphon's shoulder, pinning him to the ground next to the rock as he thrust again, this time spreading the feline rump wide over his cock before the knot popped in, instantly expanding inside.

Ceylon grunted again as the last inches of the monster cock's length disappeared under his tail. He couldn't see the belly bulge from the tip anymore - that part of the dragon's cock had slipped into the underside of his ribcage - but he could see a swelling belly that shared the simple nub and ridge of the dragon's knot forming in his lower torso. He rubbed at it with his free hand, since the other was pinned to the ground by Thorphax's talon. He tried to rub at his own cock, but it was limp and hanging over the side of his belly between the crook of his thigh and his side. The bulge of Thorphax's knot was inflating him just enough that his own member couldn't stay laying on his lower belly.

"Had enough...?" Thorphax growled down at the gryph, who was mostly ignoring him.

He was being ignored because Ceylon noticed that he was beginning to feel strangely empty. The knot was still in him, but the long shaft that was going from rump to ribcage had seemingly shrunk. He could no longer feel the bulbous tip prodding against his absolute deepest depths. Instead, he only felt the knot that was throbbing and pulsating. He could tell something was amiss, but didn't have time to react before he felt the dragon's cock near the base slowly expanding to almost knot-thickness. "Wha-?"

His protest was stopped mid-yelp as Thorphax clenched his jaws tight and grunted, tensing up his muscles to push a massive orb down his belly and into his knotted cock. The egg - nearly as big around as the knot that tied him to the gryph - slipped through his shaft and into the gryphon, parting flesh even wider for a split second before lurching into Ceylon's body.

The gryph could feel his flesh distend as the egg passed through the cock and into him, conveniently filling in the space deep inside him where shaft used to be, giving him a clear bulge in the torso. He rubbed at it a moment, more bewildered than upset or pained, before he felt a grinding vibration travel up from deep within the dragon's torso and through his cock. It was the grinding of eggs inside, clacking against one another as muscle clamped down on them to push them from clutch to cock. "Bring it!" Ceylon cooed, throwing his head back as he spread his legs and pushed back on the knot.

But Thorphx was still concentrating too hard on the sensation of eggs shifting about inside him to worry about the silliness of the gryph he was depositing a gift into. His eyes rolled back in his skull as he gave another gentle thrust, knot inflating again as one of the eggs shifted from clutch to his urethra in one lurch. He clenched his muscles down on the deep end of the egg to force it through his passage until it pressed out against his slit lips. It rested there for a moment as he caught his breath so he could give another push, this time forcing it into the base of his knot, where it got stuck before slipping through the tight segment of his passage to burst into the gryphon, clacking on the other egg and stuffing the burd further.

"Aaaah! That is..." Ceylon started, but had to stop for the pleasure of two sports-ball sized eggs clacking and vibrating against one another inside him. The rigid length that was the dragon's cock was gone, so he felt very comfortable having two free-shifting orbs slipping into him. It wasn't one long rod, so it wasn't rubbing against his lungs. "Got any more of that, hot stuff?" He moaned, writhing on the knot. He tried to roll onto his side, knot staying in place so it felt like it was rotating inside him. Unfortunately, the dragon's talon was still holding him down so he had to roll back to his original position on his back, knot rotating inside him again, bulbs pressing against his walls. The pleasure of knot and egg, now comfortably resting inside him, allowed the blood to flow back to his own member which was inflating again, a glossy ebon sheen forming along his ridges and barbs.

Only one egg remained in the dragon's clutch, and it didn't remain inside for long. Another extended muscle contraction forced the orb to slip through what could best be described as his cervix and into his passage. Before long it was pressing against his slit, then knot, before popping into the gryphon to clack and rub against the other eggs inside. With the job now complete, he felt his cock form again inside, shaft bulging out to push the eggs to the side. He held both talons down on Ceylon's shoulders as he gave another long, powerful thrust that erupted a blast of hot dragon seed deep into the gryphon, smothering the eggs within - which now were warm and soon to be fertilized.

Almost instantly, the knot began to wither and wilt inside. A few seconds later, the meaty shaft exploded from the underside of the gryphon's tail as his knot popped out. It was violet now, and the spots were gone. The extra blood flow to the once-royal-purple cock deepened its hue so it was all the same shade.

Once the drake's cock was exposed to the cool humidity of the Cloudwood, he shook his head to regain full control of his features. It was like waking from a dream. Bewildered, he stepped off the gryph and got a look at the damage he'd done. The poor bird's ass was gaped open and looked tenderized as the black flesh faded to a deep, almost blood red. Luckily, there was no blood trickling out. Just one worn out, sloppy, cum-dripping hole. He cocked his head to the side to get a better look and found that the canal twisted and turned just a few inches inside, so he couldn't see his eggs inside. The gryph's face was blank, beak hanging agape and tongue lolling out. Thorphax poked at him, trying to get his attention. "Ceylon?"

Ceylon didn't respond.

Thorphax panicked for a split second before blinking and getting a better look. Ceylon was still breathing, and every heave and retreat of his chest slightly shifted the position of the three clearly-defined bulges in his lower belly. The dragon, still a little worried but a mite curious laid his ear to the gryphon's chest to get a better listen and was greeted with a low grumbling, a throbbing heartbeat, and an almost rhythmic grinding of eggshell on eggshell.

His work for the day was complete. Almost.

Not content with the heat of the gryph's body, Thorphax needed to ensure his eggs gained the warmth only a dragon's body could offer.

In one motion, he hopped back and pushed his muzzle up against Ceylon's rump, using his lips to part the gryphon's flesh so his tongue could dig deep into the labyrinthine twisting canal that was his deposit's container. He pushed and sucked at that flesh as his long, snakelike tongue explored the immobile gryphon's depths.

Ceylon still didn't respond. He continued to sigh and moan and grunt as his chest heaved and the eggs shifted inside. His cock was still firm as could be, a steady flow of precum dribbling out his tip to mix with the somewhat dried lubrication that had been smeared over his belly by the dragon's member. He clenched his rump closed over Thorphax's tongue a few times, but mostly he laid there enjoying the sensations.

But Thorphax was getting frustrated. He wanted to get those eggs out of the gryph and back into him! He opened his maw wide and clamped his teeth down on Ceylon's lower torso, with the gryph's tail poking out the crook of his maw. His tongue was able to get deeper here, and he could feel the very base of the final egg, but he couldn't hope to suck it out, not without better lips.

Ceylon, who was mostly complacent up 'til this point, suddenly jerked awake to wrap his arms around the dragon's snout, looking the beast in the eyes. "You can do it, Thorphax. Just...open up, and I'll do the rest..." He let Thorphax figure out what that meant.

And he did. With jaw still clamping down on the now-gravid gryphon, Thorphax let out a pleasant growl and lifted the gryphon up into the air, gaping his maw wide and loosening his throat muscles.

"There we go!" Ceylon laughed. He grabbed a hold of the dragon's fangs and readied himself to slide into his depths. He kicked at the soft, undulating throat flesh a bit to loosen it up before releasing himself. He folded his wings in tight and took in a deep, long breath, ensuring all his limbs were streamlined, save his free hand which he used to grab a hold of one of the dragon's farthest-back teeth, pushing himself in deeper. He could feel his legs press against a hard plate of bone that was the dragon's ribcage, so he stopped and pulled himself out so that only his hips and beneath were engulfed in dragon maw.

Thorphax whimpered a bit, tongue snaking up and wrapping around Ceylon's torso. He was hungry now!

"Fine, fine." Ceylon agreed. "In one...." He pushed himself down again, feeling the tender throat flesh smother him to his neck before pulling himself out again, sitting on the beast's lower jaw. "...Two..." He repeated it, slipping himself into the throat to rest his feet against ribcage before pulling himself out again. His form slipped with ease in and out of the dragon's saliva-coated throat. "And THREE!" With his final lurch, he pushed off the teeth and squeezed his features in tight, flesh sliding over his neck, shoulders, arms, and head, shrouding him in darkness, leaving him with nothing but the sensation of muscles contracting around him and the steady beating of two dragon hearts...

Thorphax enjoyed one final gulp, the scales on his throat bulging out as the gryphon's form slipped into his belly. He licked his lips, gulped back the last of the feathers and fur, and smiled. A deep rumble emanated from his chest and out his nostrils as he walked in a circle in the clearing, brushing away the dirt and dislodged ferns from the ground so he could rest.

So he was lonely. Now he had a gryph to play with!

And it was good.