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"The "Dragon" Prince"

The gong for the class change out had sounded through the university, causing a sudden explosion of campus students to explode out into the narrow corridor of the building. Caught in the wave was Donell who tried to swim against the current to get to his next class.

"Excuse me, pardon... can I just get-- oh come on!" He was getting frustrated as the crowd kept pushing him the opposite direction, as large as he was even this dane couldn't get through the crowds of people trying to make their way to the next class.

Suddenly, a large claw grabbed the back of Donell's shirt, he looked up to see a green colored weregarurumon now pushing against traffic and partly dragging the dog with him. "Oh! Drake, I didn't even see you there." He said with a chuckle.

Drake smirked a bit and passed a wink. "Hey I couldn't stand to see you struggle and not help you out." He said as he used his massive arm to brush the next crowd of students to the side as they quickly marched up the hall toward the last room to the left. They stopped in the doorway, then stepped into the class as they couldn't both fit in it at the same time. "So... ahh..." Drake stammered, his voice trailing off some.

"Heh. Yeah." Donell said nervously as he put his hands into his pockets. "It's ah--good to see you."

Drake smiled again, his ears acting like the tail he didn't have. "Sa-same here." He said. "It's been a while."

"Yeah." Donell shrugged a bit. "So, did those ass hats on the track team give you any grief over that kiss?"

"Forget about them." Drake waved a paw. "Their opinions don't matter to me much, yours do."

Donell smiled softly. "So... what now?"

The digimon exhaled through his nostrils, a warm breath of air washing over the shorter canine who awaited an answer. "I... I don't know, I mean... I didn't really expect "us" to happen. Y'know? When Dragor invited me to have a date with his brother, I wasn't expecting a--"

"A mundane ol' dog?" Donell smirked.

Drake laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you're more than mundane, that's for sure." He said. "I'd just expected... y'know, another dragon."

"Well, I was... sort of adopted." The dane answered with a shrug. He turned to the empty room and rolled his eye. "Oh, right, it's Friday. No class in here today, so I guess I have a free period. How about you?"

"Meh. Got a practice. But I can skip it." Drake said. "I guess you and me need to figure out where we stand, hm?"

The hall had cleared of the majority of its traffic, and Donell led Drake out into it as the two of them headed toward a pair of large glass double doors at the other end of the corridor. "Guess my family's... a little unorthodox." He said. Then considered the glance Drake gave him before giving another word. "Unusual. And I'm surprised that Dragor didn't say a thing to you about who or what he was setting you up with. So I understand your disappointment."

"I'm not disappointed." Drake said. "In fact, I'm a little relieved, actually that you're not a dragon. Could you imagine what it's got to be like to try and stand up to that kind of size."

"Heh, yeah." Donell said softly.

"I mean, they've got to have cocks that..." He made a shooping noise and brought his hands at least a foot apart from each other.

Donell blushed a bit under his fur. "Erm... y-yeah..."

"Hold it." Drake said, raising his eyebrows and stopping the two of them. "You haven't... been with one have you?"

Donell smiled nervously. "Why? You afraid you wouldn't compare to it?"

"N-no... that's not it, I just don't take you for the type to go with dragons like that."

"Why's that?" Donell asked, pressing his nose against the Digimon's. "It's not like we're boyfriends, after all. Right?"

"W-well..."

"Oh, come on Drake. I'm sure you've had fun before you met me too, and I don't mind it."

"But that was different, I enjoy being on the top more--"

"Ah. Afraid that if I took a dragon cock I wouldn't be satisfied with a sexy-ass weregarurumon on my butt?"

"Well, no. That's not really it..."

"Good." Donell said, leaning into the wolf and pressing their chests together under their clothes. "Because 'dragon' or 'Drake' I won't compare things like that. I still like you a lot Drake, but you've got so much to learn."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

As if on cue, there was a thunderous clap that echoed through the sky, making both of them cringe and nearly drop to the ground. On a perfectly nice and bright afternoon, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but the noise was very real. There was a more staticy crackle now and a purple flash of light appeared directly in front of them. As the flash collapsed into a brilliant flare of light, three large dragons suddenly appeared on the grounds in front of them, putting the rest of the student body standing outside at a stand still. The first dragon had a dark grey layer of feathers on his wings, that matched the color of his outfit, his muscular body was stark white and he had a mane of bright blond hair. The second one, standing to the right looked very similar, but his outfit and loincloth were blue, he had wings of white feathers that sported several gold rings along their length from his back. The third looked much more aggressive, he had wings that glowed almost like fire, and horns that were unhindered by a mask like the other two. He simply glared at the two of them in almost a disgusted, disgraceful expression of anger.

"My prince." The first one said, suddenly falling to his knee in front of Donell. The other two followed immediately after and they bowed their heads to the dog respectfully. Nervously smiling, Donell turned his gaze apologetically to Drake whose jaw had dropped in shock.

"Well... that might be a good start." He turned toward the others. "Ranshiin... Greedo... Shiron... stand up, please." Immediately the three of them rose to their feet. "On this world I'm not a prince... I'm barely a prince at home, so please don't bother with the formalities."

"Sorry, Prince Donell." The grey one said, bowing his head. "But we must follow our rules, at least for appearing in your audience unannounced."

"Well, at least allow me to introduce you." Donell said. "Ranshiin..." The gray feathered one looked up. "Greedo." The fiery winged dragon gazed in attention. "Shiron." The blue clothed one stood upright. "This is Drake, a close friend of mine here."

"An honor." Ranshiin said with a sloping bow. "Any friend of our prince is a friend of ours."

"I'm... I'm just still trying to wrap my head around this. When were you a prince?" Drake asked.

"Erm... ever since I was adopted. By... King Dranzer."

"He is a crowned prince in our world." Greedo said with a growl. "And you should have an utmost respect for that title, mortal."

"I'm not a prince here. He should not be bound to our world's requirements." Donell argued. At that moment, the trio appeared to acquiesce to Donell's right and silently bowed again.

Swooping in from above, two massive dragons came in and came down rather violently onto the ground on either side of Drake and Donell. "What is going on here?" Duo said, glaring at the three.

"So, the magic we felt enter this world was you three. What is it you want?" Dragor asked, crossing his arms. "Why did you come?"

"We've come to bring news to you from the home world." Ranshiin said bowing. "From the war front, and from our own kingdom's news." He glanced around. "But perhaps you have some place more private for us to convene?"

"Of course, you can come to our home and we--"

"No." Shiron spoke up, then he bowed his head. "With all due respect, I believe the prince and I would like some time to... talk, could you please find some place else to meet?"

"Ah. Of course." Ranshiin said with a nod. "Have you any place else, brothers?"

"I believe we do."

"Hey, Donell, I'm going to head to the track after all, it looks like you have some things to straighten out here too."

Donell nodded. "Alright, I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

Drake smiled. "Sure thing." He walked past and gave Shiron a playful nudge to the chest. "Hey, don't wreck him too badly, alright?" He got a look of confusion from the other dragon and he smirked. "See you later, Don." He put his hands into his pockets and started walking away from them.

Almost forgetting Shiron was there, Donell was surprised when he felt the dragon's arm wrap around his waist. "You ready?" He asked with a smile.

"Heh heh." Donell blushed slightly putting his hands up on the drake's shoulders as their chests pressed together. "You've always got an excuse, don't you?"

Wrapping his arms around the dog's back, Shiron spread his wings and leaped into the air, carrying Donell with him. As they disappeared, Drake turned around and watched the pair of them, a frown across his muzzle.

"Something troubles you, canine?"

The voice made Drake jump and he turned around to see Greedo standing behind him. "Oh, I thought you had left with the others."

Greedo shrugged his large shoulders and chuckled. "I like to hang behind sometimes. You are jealous of the prince?"

"That's still something I'd have to get used to, I guess." Drake said. "What's the story between him and that Shiron fellow?"

"Oh, well they're lovers." Greedo said. "Erm... well I should say 'former' lovers."

"Former?" Drake asked, his mood picking up slightly.

"Aye." Greedo said. "Many years ago, when Donell still lived in the home of his father, King Dranzer. Prince Donell and Shiron had a bit of a forbidden love affair." He chuckled. "While our world doesn't oppose such things, the King would rather his gay son mate with a dragon worthy of the royal family."

"I see... but... what if they--"

Greedo laughed. "Oh look at that, the green one is jealous! That is so cute."

Drake glared at him. "It's not funny, what if they..."

"Well I won't say that sir Shiron is not above playing around with Donell, but if the prince's heart is elsewhere, he will not consummate their relationship anew."

"Guess that makes me feel a little better."

"And, Drake... love that name, by the way..." He said, placing his claws together. "If you care for the prince that much, then tell him so."

"I'm... not too great at that."

"Well, we all have our flaws. Now if you'll excuse me, I best be going. The best of luck to you, but a word of caution..."

"Yeah?"

"If you and he come together, and you hurt him... we will hurt you." He grinned, showing off his incredibly sharp teeth. "Understood?"

"Y-yes... yes, sir of course."

Greedo growled and grinned. "Good."

Shiron and Donell had barely made it back to his house before the dragon was all over the dog. As soon as they burst through the front door, Shiron had pushed Donell against the wall, his tongue ravaging the dane's neck as his claws roughly held him upright by the wrists. Donell gasped and reveled in the dragon's loving affection. Their crotch bulges pressed together between Shiron's loincloth and Donell's jeans. The dragon lifted his neck and pulled Donell into a powerful and wet kiss. The dog's slightly smaller muzzle more easily fitting into the dragon's maw just a bit for their tongues to twine around one another. Passionately, Donell pushed his hands against the dragon's shoulders and turned, now slamming him hard up against the wall as his hands slid into Shiron's cloth, feeling that wealth of dragon cock underneath. Tearing the dane's shirt apart at the collar and exposing his nipples, Shiron knew exactly how to rev Donell's engines and wrapped his tongue around one of them. He bit down and sucked against them, making the dog howl out and pant loudly as he grabbed one of Shiron's horns and bit at his neck. The dragon growled and pulled the dog close to him, switching to the other nipple as his other hand dipped down into the canine's pant waistband, feeling that he was naked underneath the fabric. He grinned and pulled at them until they sank past his round cheeks.

They turned and climbed the stairs, still in the passionate embrace. It had been so long since the pair of them were one, it was all so much for Donell to compute. After all this time, he and Shiron were back together, and throwing each other into the walls, making a clutter of mess in their wake as they started up the stairs. By the time they reached the top Donell had stepped out of his pants and was being led into his room by Shiron. He fell into his bed as the dragon laid on top of him, the dragon's thick arousal now drooling its precum all over Donell's stomach. He felt drowned in the dragon's kisses which only parted from his lips so the dragon could suck on his nipples. He returned the favor as he could, taking the thick dragon nipples into his maw, sucking and nipping on them, and feeling Shiron flex in response as his hands slid up Shiron's muscular thighs and across that round butt of his.

After a long tongue dragged up half the length of Donell's torso, he spoke. "I'd like to make love with you now, like we did ages ago..." He said, nuzzling his head under the dog's throat and grabbing his shaft. "Can I top you, my prince?"

It was then that Donell realized it, he didn't want to be addressed as a prince by his lover, he couldn't assert the kind of authority Shiron was expecting like this. Drake had always tended to him like an equal, as a partner, not as a servant pleasing his prince. As much as he knew Shiron loved him, something deep down made him think that's how they'd always be viewed; as a prince... and his subject.

"I..." He started, and his voice trailed off.

Shiron's neck craned away for a moment and he looked into Donell's eyes. "It's him you want to be with..." He said, sensing the presence of the weregarurumon in the dog's mind.

Donell frowned. "I'm... I'm sorry, but he and I are sort of together." He said. "I want to save that for him."

Shiron smiled a bit. "A lucky creature, this Drake of yours."

Donell noticed the dragon's claws wrap around his engorged erection. "I--uhm... yes I supp-suppose so." He winced as he felt the claw slowly move along his cock.

"Well, I suppose then there's not much to do except give you a moment of pleasure." He said as his grip tightened slightly and his pace increased.

"I--erm...uhhh..." Donell groaned softly as he felt the dragon's wet tongue on his nipples again. He leaned in and extended his grip so both of their cocks would rub together now. "Ahh... so c-close..." He whimpered as he put his hand down and gripped just a little bit higher than the dragon's claw. He could hear Shiron's breathing grow rapid. Donell leaned forward and nipped the dragon's neck as his free hand wrapped around Shiron's nipple and began to squeeze and tug it as the two of them began to shoot precum, mostly onto the lower Donell, who still laid mostly underneath the dragon. "G-gonna..." His voice faded off.

"Me t-too..." Shiron trembled as his pace began to slow.

It happened all at once, Donell let out a fierce howl, as Shiron grunted and then let out a furious roar. Both of their cocks firing white that vanished into the dog's white pelt. String, after string, after stream of cum coated Donell, several splashes drizzled along the dragon's muscular gut as he leaned in and pushed every drop out as the pair kissed once again.

The sun was setting as the two old lovers sat in the darkened room, observing the sky as the horizon lit on fire. Donell's fingers stroked along the dragon's muscular arm as he spoke.

"Does this... change things for us?"

Shiron smiled. "Only if you forget me." He said. "Drake seems like a strong spirit, I'm sure you can tame him, given enough time." He teased.

"He's a good person." Donell admitted. "Even though we didn't exactly always get along."

Shiron chuckled, wrapping a white wing around the white dog. "Do me a favor, will you my prince?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not... exactly sure how keen on the idea he might be, but next time you plan a get together, perhaps bring me along for the ride." He teased and kissed the dog.

"You will be the first I call, Shiron."

Shiron smiled. "Thank you, Donell."

THE END