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**The Dread Dragon Dance

For Studley Destiny

By Draconicon**

Rakserith was always astounded by how the Dread Dragon Dance looked from the entrance. The ballroom wasn't so much a ballroom as a great pit carved out of the remains of a lake, with the edges lined with golden striations encouraged to grow from below, and when the twin moons shone down on it, it send golden light through the air that could cause hallucinations in some people. Some dragons avoided the Dance altogether due to that, while others said that it was the only way to party. He was just thankful that it didn't affect him overly much.

As he walked down the ramp that led to the dance floor, he spotted other dragons that were already getting it on with each other. Several rich families had pushed their latest generations together, and most of them had pulled together on the dance floor and had started doing an altogether different sort of dancing. He chuckled at the sight of long necks bobbing to the beat, trying to keep up the pretense of actually dancing while their bodies did a horizontal mockery of a dance.

Of course, his father would be looking for him to find a partner as well. As the dragon prince of Zanzibar, the red quadruped was a desirable choice, and Rakserith had fielded several requests before coming to the Dance, but he'd turned them all down. No need to commit so early.

He reached the dance floor, and immediately his eyes were drawn to one particular dragon across the way. He cocked his head to the side, his wings folding tighter against his back as the green dragon started strutting through the crowd, his tail lashing in the opposite direction of his neck as he moved to the beat of the magical band. The green would suddenly bump his hindquarters to the right or the left, bumping against some of the other dragons and showing off his assets at the same time.

Rakserith was a little embarrassed to admit that he looked at them himself. They were impressive, after all, and they were on display...

The prince shook his head, but when he looked away from the green's dangling goodies, he saw that the dragon was looking his way. Blushing, he tried to shuffle off, but the green leaped over several nearby dragons and landed with a thump in front of him. The sheer exuberance of his entrance nearly knocked Rakserith back a step, and he stared.

"Well, well, you are a handsome looking guy. Come here just for the dance, or were you some little treasure hiding in the hills?"

"Oh, I'm just visiting. My father couldn't attend, so I did."

"Oh, so you're the prince. I must say, you certainly steal the show with that ruby hide of yours."

The green was making him blush more than he expected, and Rakserith shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. It wasn't easy. In this enclosed area, even with the upper part open, the heat and smells of so many dragons in close proximity created a set of pheromones that were difficult to ignore. He could already feel a small effect of it between his hind legs.

Shuffling back to keep that hidden, Rakserith nodded towards the dance floor, trying to think of something to distract the green as he stepped forward, closing the distance.

"Uh, who are you with? Part of the Hellith family, or -"

"Me, part of the Helliths? That's a laugh." The green proceeded to chuckle. "Heh, no. I'm King Kogaran's son."

He stopped in his tracks. The son of the Grand and Illustrious King of the Dragons was chasing him around the dance floor? Why?

"Heh, you look pretty silly when your mouth is hanging open like that. Better not keep it that way if you don't want one of the other big dragons here shoving a cock down it."

And he was being so vulgar! Feeling like he'd shoved his face down a volcanic vent, Rakserith tried to say something, but the prince turned around. He thought that the prince was just leaving, but the way that his hindquarters shook - and the fact that he didn't even take a step - gave a different message entirely.

His eyes were drawn under the green's tail as it went up, staring at the pucker that was presented to him. The only part of the dragon that wasn't green or some other bright, similar color, the flesh back there was a deep pink, and it flexed at him as the prince continued to sway his hips back and forth. Each little sway made it flex, tighten, and relax, showing it off more and more.

Groaning as his sheath pushed his cock out completely, Rakserith tried to look away, but the prince just circled around into his vision again, swaying his rump around so that his other assets were on display, showing off a large sac and an equally impressive sheath that was letting out a cock almost bigger than his. The red groaned, shifting back and forth in place.

"Mmm, I guess you don't like unwritten invitations, huh?"

"What?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'd like a good romp from a cutie like you."

"Right here on the dance floor?!"

"Why not? Everyone else is doing it."

"But your father -"

"The old geezer's in the middle of humping one dragoness and sucking off a visiting prince. He's doing far worse than you could even imagine doing, believe me."

"You...but...how..."

"Heh." The prince's tail suddenly wrapped around his neck, pulling him in close. "The question is, Prince of Zanzibar, are you going to fuck me under the tail now, or do I need to go find a couple of other cute guys to fill me up and get me nice and wet back there before you take your turn?"

The closer view, plus the tantalizing tease of the prince, just took him over the edge. With a groan, Rakserith leaped forward, his chest thudding onto the prince's back as his hips rammed his cock forward. The green's hole resisted him for a second before he slid in, and he started hammering that hole hard, right there on the dance floor. He didn't even bother waving his head to the beat; there was no point in pretending he was doing anything else but fucking the prince into the ground.

No sooner had he started than the music stopped. Everyone else who had been dancing turned to watch, and Rakserith realized that the green had timed it perfectly so that they'd be the center of attention. His face was on fire - almost literally - but he couldn't stop. He was already so close that he needed his release, and his body wasn't going to stop until he got it.

He humped the prince for barely a few minutes before the tight hole took him over the edge, and he blushed as he dismounted the green. As he tried to sneak away, the prince turned and gave him a lick on the snout.

"Heh, you're a good humper. Maybe next time work on your stamina a little, huh?"

Rakserith groaned, particularly as the rest of the dragons gave him contemplative looks. This was going to be a long night.

The End