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The Millennial ReinnFaire. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to celebrate all the gods had done for the people of Dalon, at least in the Saff'Raldian nation. According to legend, this day was the day the gods ascended to the heavens and began looking down on the people of the world after an eternity of remaining in the core to cause all sorts of ruckus and cause problems on the surface. This celebration was to be a happy one, memorializing when the switch of time was flipped, and the reigning deities opted to be the champions of the world, not the devious antagonists.

The last few years had been slowly building up to such an engrossing, worldwide celebration. Temples were built, churches erected, and monuments made solely for the celebration but made to last another millenia. It didn't matter what variation of the faith you followed, one thing all sects agreed on was the time and date of the beginning of the modern world, which was precisely one thousand years before this date.

Sang, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on the idea of celebration. He was no sourpuss nor was he atheist, but he just didn't see much point in celebrating for the gods when he knew the world would be the same tomorrow as it was the day before. Nothing really changed, but this was apparently just an excuse to party. Sure, some cultures were reportedly planning grand sacrifices and others were offering themselves to the gods, but here in Saff'Rald, the mecca of modern civilization, the citizens were enjoying a somewhat more low-key and rational celebration.

Unlike most holidays where people got together for a meal or party as night fell, thanking the gods for whatever event or bounty they had been offered, the Millennial ReinnFaire was a full 20 hour affair. It lasted from midnight the night before to midnight the day after, and it was universally accepted that all citizens in their on time zone were expected to wake early and stay up late, partying and drinking and feasting and copulating.

The Millennial RennFaire was a celebration of all that was glorious and wonderful in life. Whatever your passion was, you were expected to binge on it all day, providing it wouldn't kill you (and even so, some were planning on smoking, snorting, sucking, or fucking their way into a coma, should the gods will it).

Sang's plans were actually pretty simple. He wasn't a shut-in nor was he boring, but knowing what others were like when loopy on the high of whatever herbs they smoked, he would much rather stick to himself. Masturbate some, maybe enjoy some alone time out in the woods, and see some friends before they got drunk.

Unfortunately for the petite dragon-like creature, that got boring pretty quickly. He woke up at the crack of midnight, and off he went to the eastern cottonwood, enjoying the beauty and serenity of it. He was alone, and for the time being, it was enough. However, the time passed and he grew bored. After over a dozen hours, serenity picks at one's sanity, especially when he knew there were millions of people worldwide partying and frolicking with one another without his input.

It was grand to be alone, but maybe today he'd prefer companionship.

Yeah. Absolutely no harm in that, just for a day. The festivities in his region were already half over, so maybe it was time he get off his tail and meet up with some friends. A bit of alcohol never hurt him before, though he was a social drinker, not the kind who felt it was needed to have a good time.

Convinced of his succinct decision, he hopped off the white-barked log and landed in the crystalline leaves that were on the ground, slowly making his way back to his town.

Even in the middle of the day, he could hear and practically feel the throbbing of feet pounding the ground as thousands danced in unison. Once he reached the walkway that cut through the cottonwood, he saw a parting in the ivory-colored trees that allowed him to see a billowing pillar of smoke from the direction of his hometown. Clearly, they were partying hard.

There was more than a bit of anxiety as he approached, each step anchoring his heart a little deeper in his chest, but he got through it and eventually returned to his home and packed up some things, preparing himself for a night on the town. As he did so, his long, curling whiskers felt and touched at pretty much anything he set his eyes on before heading out. They tried to open his books, tried to unlatch his door lock, and even opened his drawers to pluck at some underwear. He batted them away each and every time before eventually settling on the bare necessities.

With him, he took some simple clothing for modesty as well as a purple collar and bracelet, a small flask of mineral-rich water, and a walking stick for when he inevitably got drunk. Over his shoulder, he had a simple bag filled with coin and condoms.

It was a party to engage all the pleasure centers of the body from head to toe, after all.

Content with his collection of party gear, he booted his front door open and puffed his chest out to the worldwide party that was marching past his homefront. The very second he exposed himself, a bottle of wine flew out from the crowd of dancing partiers and hit him on the shoulder, shattering in a cascade of grapey alcohol.

Grumpy but not deterred, he wiped the clear fluid off himself and shook off his doubts before diving into the crowd. Sang tried his best to enjoy the affluent energy of the crowd seething around him, but the longer he stayed there, the more he wished he'd just stayed in the cottonwood. Once this revelation struck him, he tried to turn and go against the tide of bodies and escape what amounted to a guided riot, but he had less than no luck. As he pushed and tried to weave his body parts between people, he was constantly swept up and carried forth.

This fur-raising disrespect of his personal well-being went on for what felt like hours to the socially drowning dragon, but in reality it was less than thirty minutes. He kept pushing and resisting, but he was eventually led to the very center of town, a massive circular area with a massive fountain in the middle. There, he found himself being pushed over into the pool of water the fountain was pulling from, rump first and bag held up high to keep from getting wet. As he looked around, he saw coins littering the bottom of the pool as well as used condoms and little spots of cum floating around.

He gagged a little and got to his feet, but stayed inside the pool since he was physically incapable of leaving due to the wall of bodies that was dancing and throbbing around him.

Fair enough. Looked like he was stuck here until he saw an opening. Much to his delight, that opening presented itself a few moments later, a break in the crowd on the other side of the fountain! Up he hopped, keeping his feet out of the condom-riddled water as much as he could before leaping over the barrier of the pool to dash through the crowd and out past the seething mass of people, exhausted as he slipped into one of the closest buildings he could.

Slamming the door behind him, chest heaving as he panted heavily, he pressed his back to the wall and kicked his feet of the water and a single condom that was resting on his ankle. He gagged again but then looked up to see about a dozen people all looking up at him, curious as to what they were seeing. He was in a pub or bar of some sort, and every single person had beer, wine, or some form of spirits in front of them. Couple dragons, a single black gryphon with an odd silver symbol on his shoulder, a massive clydesdale with a nose ring, and a few other wolves and felines scattered throughout.

But it was one barfly that had caught Sang's eye. It was Dasa, a massive but peculiar hybrid of canine and equine with dragon-like horns sticking out his head and eyes that had a sort of shining intensity to them. Sang knew Dasa from before, though they rarely ever spoke to one another. They'd enjoyed a few casual flings in the past, and Sang remained more than a little embarrassed that their previous times together ended in disdain.

See, Sang was smaller than your average citizen, and Dasa was absolutely massive - easily twice the height and eight times the weight of the tiny eastern dragon. It wasn't hard to imagine the two of them attempting coitus and ending up hurting the other or not feeling anything at all, depending on who was on top. It was a great injustice that Sang wanted to remedy, but the circumstances and the pain he felt in his loins when he remembered the last time they were together kept him from approaching the massive devil-dog.

"Oh, hai." Sang panted lightly, eyeing each of the patrons aside from Dasa. Rather than reply, they all just went back to their beers and wines and spirits. Whatever. Drunks were never fun to be around, especially when they'd rather be here forgetting about the grand celebration than be enjoying it.

Dasa got to his hooves and extended a paw over the table, reaching out to the tiny ivory dragon. "Come, sit." He insisted, a sort of devious grin on his face.

Sang immediately thought that Dasa had some wicked intentions for him, but then remembered two key elements of the devil-dog's character. First, Dasa was known to by a sly beast when drunk with next to no shame or restraint; and second, Dasa was always being just a little bit devious and always had a devilish grin. There was absolutely nothing out of place in such a situation. Convinced of his own safety, he sat down at the table across from his old acquaintance and raised a hand to signal to the barkeep that he wanted a single glass of wine. It was a celebration, after all. Nothing wrong with a little wine, right? "H-hi Dasa." He squeaked. "Sorry for not messaging you after last time."

Dasa rolled his eyes and brushed the apology off. "Nothing to be sorry about. If I was your size, I'd be scared of me too!" he laughed and threw his mug back, chugging half of it in a single gulp. "of course, if you were truly sorry, you'd apologize to me in a more formal way. None of this meek bullshit. Prove to me you can handle me, then I'll accept your apology. Capisce?" He sipped another mouthful of beer before slamming it down to make a splashing mess around the rim of the mug.

"B-but you know what happened last time. It hurt. I could barely...." he paused a moment to lean in so he could whisper, not wanting others to hear regardless of Dasa's boisterous nature. "....I could barely sit for almost a week, and we didn't even, you know. Lock up."

"Hrmph. Who cares? You're telling me you didn't practice up for when you came to call on me again? I mean, who wouldn't want this cock?" he pointed at his crotch with both hands before leaning back on his booth. "Yeah, that's right, I know you want it. Everyone here wants it!"

Considering how loud Dasa was declaring his phallic superiority, the normal response from the other patrons of the pub would be to tell him to shut up or awkwardly mumble to themselves about his needlessly arrogant nature. Instead, each and every patron in the pub - including the barkeep - raised their glasses and chanted, "Here here!" before slamming their various drinks down.

"See? What more could you ask for?" Dasa reiterated. "Go on, ask all you want! Here, I'll even give you something to mellow you out, loosen you up. Here." he reached into his pants pocket and tossed a small beaker of red liquid to Sang, who almost missed it, barely catching it before it hit the ground.

It wasn't anything special, just a small, thin vial of red liquid with a cork stopper on it. "What's this?" He asked, holding it up close to his eye. "Not really into drugs, you know."

"Not drugs. Potion. Similar, but safer and no high. Though some grass could lighten the mood if you were interested. Even in this commotion, I could find you some."

Sang shook his head, idly clawing at his collar. "N-no thanks Dasa. I'm really not so sure this is for me, and to be honest I'm not so sure anything with you is going to be safe. Last time you nearly split me in two."

With a solemn frown, Dasa nodded. "I understand. Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but at least have some drink. No need to waste a perfectly good party being sour and boring!"

At that very moment, a waiter arrived with a tall glass of wine and the rest of the bottle in an ice-chilled chalice. She put it down in front of Sang and left the chalice, much to his surprise.

"I can't afford a full bottle of wine!" he tried to give it back but she smiled and turned to walk away before he could put it on her tray.

"Don't worry about it, Sang. I got it covered. Besides, before long, I know you'll be melting in my hand!" Dasa leaned forward and growled gently at the furred dragon, his warm breath tickling at the long, dextrous whiskers as he curled a single claw at Sang's chin.

The touch, even without the influence of wine, was enough to make his knees grow weak. He let out a whimper and leaned into the scratch as memories of their last encounter flooded his mind. Despite the unpleasantries of the their attempted tie, it was an otherwise stellar night. Dasa may have been a callous, brash, and occasionally rude fellow, but he was also an incredible charmer who knew just how to tickle the right parts to make anyone weak, especially a somewhat subby, cuddly fur-dragon.

Just like last time, it didn't take that long for Sang to melt in the arms of the larger, surprisingly cuddlable devil dog. Three drinks into the night, he was already passing idle innuendos back and forth with his old friend. Five drinks later he was sidling up next to the larger beast of a canine. By the end of the bottle, he was nuzzling, nipping, and cuddling into Dasa's arms and idly tickling at the bulge of his sheathe underneath his leathers.

Little did Sang know, Dasa had paid off the waitress to slip a similar potion into Sang's drink that was very literally brewed to 'loosen up' its consumer. In this case, the blend of alcohol and potion ensured to do so in every sense of the word. Before long, Sang was pressing his body against Dasa's and digging his own little claws in underneath the belt that held the larger canine's leathers in place, tickling at the sheathe and rubbing at the growing cock inside.

Dasa immediately unbuckled himself to make it easier on his little companion, but it didn't seem to be enough. Sure, Sang could wiggle his fingers into the moist opening to tickle at the flesh and squeeze the very tip, but the position was awkward and it was more work than it was pleasure. Much to Dasa's delight, it was Sang who piped up with a suggestion.

"Hey, want to get out of here?" He said, lithe form practically slithering onto Dasa's lap to nuzzle at his neck.

Dasa reached into his pocket and laid a few more coins down on the table before grinning his devilish grin, holding Sang close and tugging gently on the dragon's whisker before grabbing the collar with a single finger. "I was waiting for you to suggest that!" With that, he slid out from behind the table, Sang in toe by the collar, and he dragged the tiny little dragon out of the pub. It was dark now, as they had been in the pub for hours sipping wine and potions.

As soon as they exited the room, they were swarmed with dozens of other party animals that were bumping and grinding against them. Luckily, Dasa was larger than most and was able to push people aside to make way for the two of them. Through the crowd they weaved and pushed until they made it to the other side of the central area by the fountain. Problem was, all but two of the pathways out from the fountain were clogged up with dancing people so much that even a massive beast of Dasa's size wouldn't want to force his way through.

He loved to force himself into some small tight openings, but that wasn't one of them.

Instead, he opted to chose the one pathway that was kind of empty by comparison - in that it only had a few dozen people occupying it rather than a few hundred. This road led to the newly erected temple that was here for this very same celebration they were enjoying. There were massive, marble pillars on either side of it leading up to an altar and a series of thrones that were supposed to house a series of all the gods. Evidently people were too caught up getting drunk and having massive public orgies to bother doing any of the planned rituals.

Dasa kept dragging little Sang up between the pillars before tossing him on the cold marble floor and closing the door behind him. His hooves were clattering on the stone and they remained the only thing they could hear except the dull throbbing beat of dancing feet outside. He licked his lips and cracked his knuckles as he looked down at the tiny little ivory-furred dragon with another of his signature, devious grins.

A pink glow emanated from Sang's cheeks as he blushed and looked away. Booze or not, he was certainly worried about what he knew was going to happen next, even if his own sheathe was tingling in anticipation. He curled his tail and flicked his whiskers a bit with a wry smile, trying to ready his body for what was surely to be a devastating encounter.

"Alright. It's just you and me now, Sang. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." The larger devil dog ripped out his belt and let his leathers fall too the ground as he pulled his shoulders back, letting his leather vest fall to the ground by his pants. As he clopped his way forward on the marble floor, he gently rubbed at the side of his sheathe and pulled it down to expose his tip, bits of his slimy precum dribbling down the furred pocket of flesh.

Sang giggled a bit and let loose a single hiccup before crawling over on his knees to reach up and fondle at Dasa's massive, heavy balls. However, he had to reach up high as though offering a sacrifice to the very god he was very physically worshipping. Instead, he got to his feet and found that, even then, his snout just barely rubbed at the bit of flesh between the opening of the sheathe and the top of the balls. He took this opportunity to nuzzle into them, licking, nipping, and rubbing at them with every bit of his ability. He suckled at the tip as it slipped from its confines, and he brought both palms up to peel the skin back, giggling with delight as he felt the throbbing shaft grow in his hands.

"That's right. Go ahead. Don't be shy, take it all, taste it, feel it, my little dragon bitch!" He laid his hands on his waist and pushed his hips forward into Sang's eager maw, the tension peeling more of the skin back to expose his throbbing, veiny shaft. He grabbed at the purple collar and held him in place as he smeared the underside of his cock against the little dragon's snout.

Rather than feel degraded or used, Sang pushed back into the violent thrust and curled his whiskers up to wrap around the shaft, the very tip snaking its way down the length and slipping into the sheathe to wrap around the knot. The second soon followed, like tentacles forcing their way inside a tight little fox hole, only this set of little tendrils was squeezing on the knot inside and widening the length to peel the sheathe back and expose every lobe of the canine's massive beast of a cock.

"I see you know how to use those things!" Dasa complimented as he pressed his fingers down on his lower belly to force the sheath to slide its very most down past the neck of his knot to expose every last inch of it to the little, eager dragon. It fell heavily on Sang's shoulder, so he gave a little thrust that forced the knot onto his throat.

"C-careful Dasa." Sang whimpered, tendrils still pulsing and massaging in waves around the neck and knot, coils of it curling around the lobes and squeezing ever so gently. The cock was absolutely massive compared to the tiny little dragon, so much so that the still uninflated knot was almost as wide as his head, and the shaft was as long as his forearm and four times as bit around. Yes. This was a delicious juicy treat. He kept his tendrils wrapped around it as he pulled back, holding the shaft in his palms to suckle on the tip. He actually had to pull the thing downward to keep it at face level, he was so much smaller than Dasa and the larger beast's cock was trying to stand erect rather than hang low and swing.

But Dasa wasn't content to just have the dragon's trained whiskers massaging him, even with the aid of his lips suckling the tip. No, he brought him here, alone, so he could truly put this eager little dragon to use.

Deep down inside, Sang knew it as well but he didn't care. He was drunk, so in his mind he was going to be fine. All he could think about was the feeling of cock spreading his cheeks and stretching his rump wide, like a fox. He had no care for the size of it, to him it was just cock. Size didn't matter, but it still did. He didn't realize he had drank the potion, so he still had a bit of apprehension, but in his booze-addled mind, he felt the risk would be worth it.

Dasa, on the other hand, cared little for the safety of Sang. He wanted pleasure, and he knew the potion should be taking effect by now, so he just wanted to feel that little dragon massaging every inch of his cock, not just the strips that were being tendril-massaged. He grabbed the little guy by the wrists and picked him up high, spinning him around as he scuffled back towards one of the thrones. He sat down heavily on it and placed Sang on his lap, his cock slipping up past the little dragon's tail, through his legs, and up under his cock, greatly exceeding its own girth.

"Oh wow, that's even bigger than I remember!" Sang marvelled, pulling his own sheathe back to expose every inch of his own bulging, ebony shaft to compare, rubbing the length of it against Dasa's veiny, slimy thickness. He humped up at it with his hands wrapped around both, squeezing them together. Dasa's was far larger than his, so he found that his made a soft little indent in his beasty friend's.

"Ah yes, go ahead!" Dasa reached around Sang's waist and picked him up again, resituating him so that his knees were on Dasa's thighs and his tail was raised, slimy cock pressing against the dragon's rump to smear bits of natural lubricant in between his perky little cheeks and pucker.

The very second the warm gooey mess pressed against his hole, Sang lowered his tail and squeaked in protest. All the booze in the world wouldn't make him loose enough to take it. He shook his head and tried to pull away, but Dasa grabbed at his tail and pulled him back, thrusting up into him with one powerful lurch.

Much to Sang's surprise, he felt the massive, thigh-thick cock slip into him with relative ease. The flesh of his backside stretched wide without even a hint of pain or the telltale heat of a tear. It just stretched wide and he felt every inch of Dasa's massive cock slide through his insides, rearranging parts until the very tip of it bulged out in a telltale lump on his lower belly. His tail was down which just angled the cock better through him. With the sudden lurch of slick friction massaging him from within, he got the sudden desire to feel more of it. He wanted the knot. He wanted to feel it bloat him out. He wanted to feel that knot expand inside him to hold him in place.

Dasa clearly had the same idea. He grabbed a little higher on the tail for a better grip and forced Sang down onto him until the little dragon's rump cheeks pressed against the bulbs of his knot, the full shape of his shaft pressing out against the little one's belly.

He let out a long, drawn out whimper of a groan as he felt the squishiness of his insides rearrange to accommodate the massive shaft, but it didn't seem to be too long before he settled down and started to like it more. Sure, it felt wonderful, but it felt even better as it pumped in and out of him rather than staying in place like a proper tie. Instead, he began rocking back and forth in gentle, shallow thrusts; the girth of its bulge tugging on the inside of his rump a bit as he pulled away before expanding again when he pushed down onto it. He tried to clench his rump muscles, but found he had little control other than a gentle massage, so he tightened and loosened with every gentle thrust.

Since it wasn't enough for him to just have it inside, he began rocking back and forth in more exaggerated motions, faster and faster, deeper and deeper until he was moving leaving only the tip gently resting inside before slamming himself down on it, the knot slapping against the inside of his cheeks. In and out he continued with increased vigor until Dasa had to wrap his hands around Sang's throat, holding him down hard in one place, the entirety of the beast's shaft bulging and throbbing inside.

"W-what's the matter?" Sang whimpered back to Dasa, his own toes curling up in balls against the beast's sides. "Don't stop, please. Fuck me more, I want all you can offer!"

Dasa grunted and leaned over the little dragon, holding him in place as he offered only a few gentle thrusts followed by a series of throbbing beats. His cock was at full mast, the veins pulsing with each rapid heartbeat, but he was also cumming streams of thin canine cum deep into Sang's rump. One after another, he offered another powerful but shallow thrust, another series of pulsations and cum filling the rippled depths of his little toy.

Right then, as he felt the hot seed deposit deep in his abdomen, did Sang realize what was happening. Dasa was part canine, and therefore he tended to cum quickly, but his orgasm could last upwards of an hour. Not fully satisfied but still plenty orgasmic, Sang clenched as hard as he could and held in place as he felt more and more of the thick gooey seed fill him up. It would have seeped out the sides, but his rump was surprisingly tight around the base of the cock, forming a liquid tight seal. Instead, it just kept slipping deeper into him, inflating his rump end more and more with each explosive eruption of cum.

He did feel a little bloated, to the point where he almost felt like he had to throw up, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned back onto the knot to feel its bulbs stretching his rump but not quite slipping inside. He pushed his back into Dasa's chest and rubbed his hand up and down his cheek, eventually wrapping his arm around his neck.

Dasa continued to grunt and buck up into him, but this time he grabbed Sang's tail and got to his hooves, standing straight up and wobbling down the steps. One hand was holding Sang's hips in place and the other holding the tail to keep him in place as Sang continued to hug Dasa's neck. The tails intertwined as Dasa's throbbing cock held Sang up off the ground, more and more bits of seed bulging the little one's rump and belly out.

Once again, Sang curled his toes in pleasure as another hot spurt of cum erupted into him, but this time he felt himself coddling the massive twin orbs that were tensing up with each subsequent ejaculation. It was nice, it was almost like his toe-massages were coaxing more and more into him, and he wanted it all.

His hand was laying on the cock-shaped bulge on his belly, the sensation of squirting cum tickling his palm, but as time went on, he felt it grow softer and softer until his belly inflated so he looked pregnant. The pleasure of thick devil dog meat rubbing against the inside of his abdomen swishing and mixing up what seemed to be gallons of cum made the little guy squeal in delight as he let loose his first eruption of seed, a much thicker variant than his canine companion's deposits.

He felt the thin concoction spew out from his rump to splash against Dasa's legs, balls, and lower belly in four distinct streams in between each of the canine's lobes. He felt the pressure slowly weaken until all that was left was the shape of cock bulging out in his belly once again. The knot was growing soft between his cheeks, so he thought maybe he'd have a go at it, though he wasn't exactly in the position to do so.

As though Dasa was reading Sang's mind, he fell to his knees and let sang down to his feet - a perfect matched level so that the ivory dragon could push back and enjoy all that Dasa had to offer.

And take Sang did. He pushed back as hard as he could until he felt the soft lobes of Dasa's knot pop into him, compression between his hips and expanding again once in his malleable flesh just within his opening. Unfortunately, Dasa was already shrivelling and the knot was shrinking, so he had nothing left to re-inflate the knot and lock them up inside. "What's wrong with you?" Sang demanded, a thick trail of his own cum splashing in a puddle on the marble floor between his legs.

Dasa panted gently and grabbed a bundle of fur on Sang's back, whispering him in the ear with a playful growl. "I'm running out of energy; you think you're the first person I fucked today?"