FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commissioned by Segremores

Segremores belongs to himself

Brokenwing belongs to himself

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Matt stretched out as he stepped out of the driver's seat of his delivery van. This was his first job, wearing a brown uniform that felt too tight for him in several places and driving around giving people packages, while his own was outlined for the world to see. So it wasn't all bad. The young stallion was already over six feet, not even out of high school, and his body was mostly lean, definition in his form mostly having come during his couple weeks hefting and moving boxes around. He idly flexed one arm, checking his progress.

He smiled at the forming peak, making his sleeve tighter, before he clopped his way to the back of the van, unlatching the back and opening it up. He found the box for where he was and picked it up, surprised at how light it was for its size, and closed the truck with his other hand. He clopped his way to the door, and rang the doorbell.

As he waited he fixed his collar, which had started to ride up, and scratched the back of one calf with his other leg's hoof. He was therefore off balance when the door opened. He nearly stumbled trying to get presentable, then the cumbersome box almost fell out of his hands, then he found himself propped against the doorframe, looking at a grey dragon. The dragon, he noted, had four horns, wings with red membranes, and...

Matt felt his brain stop as he stared at what lay beneath the dragon's waist. The dragon himself only smiled and gently tugged the delivery boy into his house, easing the door shut with his tail as he eased the stunned equine to a couch, "Why don't you just sit down, hon." He said seductively, as if he knew he had enthralled the stallion already. The bulge in those brown shorts told him enough.

The grey dragon smiled as he got the equine down on his couch, and smiled, reaching to take the package from his hands, "This must be my special order of extra extra large jock straps!"

This statement seemed to snap Matt out of it, "W-Wait, what?" He looked at the massive junk the dragon sported totally unerect, and totally naked, something he had only heard about people doing to delivery boys, but never thought it would happen to him...

The customer grinned, "Well, you see I outgrew the largest size they had at the department store... Luckily I ordered progressively in sizes instead of a bunch in the same size..." His shaft started to extend and swell, "Now let's get you out of those tight clothes..."

Matt felt his mind getting clouded again letting out a soft whinny and a huff, feeling a pang from how tight his shorts felt. He started unbuttoning his shirt, blushing deeply, "Y-You won't tell anyone I did this with a customer, will you?"

The dragon reached, kneeling spread-thighed to allow his package room, and undid the horse's pants, starting to tug them down and off, revealing the nearly fully adult equine rod, which started to throb its way towards standing of its own abilities. He kissed the shaft's bulbous, not yet flared head softly, licking it as he pulled away, even as his gentle claws eased the shorts past those hooves, which he then palmed, pressing the two hard protrusions at the bottom of his legs aside one another.

Matt murmured softly, throwing his shirt to one side, "A-Are you gonna suck me?" He felt a warm sensation around his hooves and up his ankles, and it felt a little wet. He couldn't see what was happening, but he didn't care... Whatever this hot dragon was doing, he didn't mind. It felt too good to mind. He whinnied softly, relaxing his head back on the couch.

What he didn't notice was how that massive maleness that had got him in the door was now working around his calves towards his knees, the foreskin gently working to press him into its cumslit. The dragon let out a happy moan, "In a fashion, kid... just relax, feel yourself become part of something bigger than yourself." As he said that his shaft worked up onto the couch with Matt, over his knee and up his thighs, starting to heft him off the couch with its own strength.

At this sensation, the young equine looked down. He gawked, the same disbelief for the sheer size he had before now disbelief that he was sliding down into it! He wiggled as he felt the foreskin wrap around h is rump and heavy balls, groaning softly as they were pressed into the cumslit beyond. His shaft was throbbing harder than ever, leaking pre as he was dragged deeper, "I-I... wha... You... I..." He stammered, torn between shock, arousal, and fear.

His arms, spread across the back of the couch, dropped down behind the back, bracing his shoulders against it. He huffed as the hungry arousal worked up his own length, seeing his medial ring vanish from sight into the grey cockflesh.

At this point, the dragon stood, rumbling happily in his chest, even as his foreskin worked up and over the tip of the horse's arousal, now around his catch's chest. "Mmmm... I should have tried horses earlier... I bet you'll add so much to me..."

Matt grunted as the progress reached his armpits, halting for now as the position of his arms prevented it from advancing. He grunted and huffed as he felt his body being tugged at, blushing a bit as he realized how close he was getting to his own orgasm, from the peristaltic sensations over his whole shaft and heavy balls.

The dragon cooed to his prey, rumbling still in his chest as he leaned in close, easing his heavy sac onto the couch as he did so. He smiled, and leaned in to kiss the horse on his full lips. He murred happily as he felt a hot discharge in his shaft, and the strength of the equine leech away. He broke the kiss and breathed into the horse's ear, "Mine."

Matt shivered softly, feeling his arms get forced up over his head. He blushed deeply, unable to argue with the dragon's statement, or even really think, as the musky foreskin wrapped around his head, then dragged him down, forcing his head into the hotter, tighter tunnel that lead into the dragon.

The dragon rumbled happily as he watched the foreskin work up again, past the horse's elbows. Just then another dragon entered the room from the hall, a large, pleasantly plump green and yellow dragon , all done up in fuzzy footie pajamas.

The grey dragon didn't care what people might think, he thought his mate looked adorable in footie pajamas, "Sleep well?"

The green dragon smiled as he saw nothing but the weakly twitching hands outside of his mate's arousal, reaching back to undo the butt flap of his PJs, "Yup... Is that an equine? For me?"

The grey dragon smiled, "For both of us."

His mate made his way over, around the couch, even as he turned so that his sac dangle freely again, and bent over, raising his fuzzwrapped tail to reveal the rump that he so loved to plunge into, even though it was so stretched he never had a problem doing it. He hmmed, and took his still full of equine shaft, and pressed it to the presented rump, Matt's fingers getting forced against warm, supple, dragon anus.

The bigger dragon pressed back firmly, and with a low moan started to take the bulbous, bulged shaft full of horse into his rump. He felt the arms of his mate wrapping around his wrapped tail for support, and started to flex his rump playfully, trying to see if he could pull his mate's catch free, or rather, into him instead.

The first dragon groaned as he felt the direction of his catch change inside him, a couple inches sliding out and into the warm moist bowels. He groaned, "Oohhh.... Naughty... " He flexed his own shaft, working him back in firmly, as he pushed his hips forward with need, which eased the horse deeper in from the pressure.

Not wanting to give up, the stretched dragon flexed and started to carefully milk with his rump, panting a bit and letting his long tongue dangle, flitting his small wings a bit. He knew that even if he lost, he won, since that horse, he felt, would make his mate's shaft bigger, and more snug in his stretchy hole.

Matt, meanwhile, was delirious, writhing weakly as the pressure increased around him, and he felt himself being rocked back and forth, not even being able to conceive of what was happening outside, as he finally felt the foreskin fully envelop his fingers, and drag him past the lips of the cumslit itself, his hooves pressing through a tight ring of muscle and starting to slide into a more open, inner chamber.

The grey dragon groaned aloud as he felt the horse starting into his left nut, and started thrusting harder, flexing his shaft each time his hips met the soft rump of his mate. He felt his sac hang lower and lower as more and more weight was eased into it, before with a plop, it thudded to the ground, full of equine. He panted and kept thrusting, keeping himself back from his peak as he felt the tell tale gurgles starting.

The horse murmured, feeling the walls of the chamber he had been dropped in, feeling himself start to tingle as he felt something gooey with his fingers. It was hot in there, and moist, and he felt dizzy, uncertain how long he could stay awake, even as the tingle turned to pleasure, masking the fact that he was melting, being processed, and absorbed...

The green dragon felt a little sad that the shaft inside him had shrunk from not having its meal still contained in it, before he felt a pulse, then a throb, before the shaft inside him started to grow. He moaned and panted, knowing that the horse was being converted into mass for his mate and everything that couldn't would be lots of seed to keep that sac heavy. He pushed his hips back into the thrusts now, letting out a low moan as he felt his own arousal bulging out his footie pajamas, a moist spot forming at the tip of that long bulge across his round belly. He rumbled, and asked playfully, "Can I have the leftovers?"

The grey dragon grinned broadly and thrust harder, "Of course, my sweet..." He panted, feeling his own peak nearing him as his internal plumbing redistributed the seed left in his left nut between his balls, getting them to be even again, the last stage in the processing of a meal for his shaft. He thrust harder and harder, grasping at the pajamas his mate wore for grip, loving the sound of his heavy sac sloshing and slapping against his mate's own impressive nuts and lower thighs. He hilted hard with a bellow of bliss, and his sac contracted, his heavy balls pumping the last remains of the equine deep into the other dragon, where the leftovers of each of the meals that had made his cock what it was today had ended up.

The green dragon blushed as he came, splattering the inside of his footie pajamas, and watching the cum seep through the fabric and drip down to the floor. He blushed deeper and groaned, rubbing his warm wet belly.

Together the dragon couple eased themselves onto the couch, still fully in mating position, rumbling in harmony. They closed their eyes to enjoy their afterglow, and the new inches they gained.

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