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Stilkur (aka Steel) was in a quandary. His great aunt had finally died, bless her horny old soul. Of course, he had killed her, in the only way he knew how. And she had died with a smile on her scaly face. But her death both provided him with renewed freedom, but at the same time an onus in dealing with the upcoming ceremonies. When someone like Sevelia died, it brought out every damn dragon from all the dark cracks the Earth had to offer.

That meant he was going to have to deal with a lot of second, third, fourth and fifth cousins, as well as dragons even more distantly related to him. Some of them he hadn't seen in decades, and he was alright with that. Some were overbearing, and some were just stupid. It was going to be the longest week of his life.

What few outside of the dragon-kind knew was that when a dragon died, all attempts were taken to retrieve the body (if the dragon fell in battle for example) and then it was either buried deep in the stone of the earth or incinerated, or both depending on their rank. The scales however, were ceremoniously removed and handed over to the other dragons to be consumed (yes, you heard me right) so that the deceased continued to live on within another dragon.

Steel was in charge of sending out couriers to carry the news of her death. This wasn't an so much an invitation to the funeral as it was a summons. There was no escaping such a notice, and within days the rocky tors were filled with members of his overly extended family. There were problems with feeding such a crowd, but as humans had been expanding into dragon territory, that situation proved advantageous right now. Except of course for one lone village of course. Steel made sure that one was avoided at all costs.

Stripping her huge body proved to be a daunting task, and in the end each attending dragon was able to receive two of her scales. The actual burial was a complicated affair that took them deep into the mountain, somewhere near the base. A powerful spell was used to open the way, and once there, the fire breathers gathered to burn the flesh from her bones. After that, the stone was closed up around them for eternity, or at least until the mountain weathered away to nothing. By then no one would care.

After the ceremony the mood changed drastically. Dragons were rather realistic about a lot of things, and life and death was just one of them. Instead of simply mourning her loss, they took joy in what they called a rebirth. But for Steel, it was just something he wanted to avoid. After the time he had spent with her, her loss was surprisingly heartfelt. Her scales went into his cave where he intended to keep them as a remembrance. He had already been a big part of her life, both emotionally and physically. Consuming her scales would add nothing to that.

She had told him once that when she did go, he was free from whatever constraints she had put on him. "You've matured my boy. But never grow up so much you forget what life is about. Make sure you take the time to enjoy things too. I think you've come far from where you were a few years ago."

He had been hanging out with that little were-bitch from the village he was now protecting, but she offered nothing long term for him, and besides everyone would consider her a freak. So he looked over the crowd of dragons for someone to have a little emotional bonding with.

He had been surprised to find a few members of his fringe family that he did not know. One drawback to avoiding them was that the propagation of the species went on regardless of his attentions, and he had a few cousins he knew nothing about. One in particular seemed to be mildly avoided by the others, and he wondered why.

He didn't look particularly strange. He was about Steel's size, with a red head fading to a gray scaled back, which merged down to a back tipped tail. Polite inquiries found his name to be Hraun. It made sense since he was a fire dragon. He had also been one of the ones involved in the ceremonial burning. So, by that alone, he should have been in high standing and yet there was something...

Steel purposely bumped into him. "Hey! Thanks for coming! And also for your gracious help." It wasn't language he normally liked to use, but his aunt had beaten the use of diplomacy and decorum into his thick skull.

"Thank you. And might I say how wonderful it is to finally meet you. Your reputation has reached our far mountains and I must say, surviving the way you did from that wizard is remarkable. You're very lucky!"

"Lucky? I'm just alive cousin. But what of you? I'm afraid that I have gotten no tales to my ears concerning any of your exploits."

"I have none worth mentioning. As it is, I may have to leave my home range. I am not well received there these days."

"Really?" Steel was looking this one over. He was rather pristine for a dragon his age. While healing was never a problem, scars often told the tale of a dragon's deed and daring do. No scars meant either perfect healing or a lack of ambition when it came to promoting one's rank and standing within the hierarchy.

"Yes. Since I have been declared impotent by the local council, it has been recommended that I be banished. I probably already would be if it weren't for this funeral. When we get back the sentence will probably be passed and I will be driven out to live on my own."

"Impotent? You mean, like you can't get it up?"

"That is one way of looking at it. But in truth it's because I will never have cubs."

"Oh, that's too bad!" Not that Steel was interested in having cubs, just that it sounded terrible that someone couldn't. That was different than being able to make a choice in the matter.

"I don't think you understand. I just don't like females."

"I hear ya. They can be a pain in my tail sometimes. Whoa..." He saw the look in the other's eyes.

"...you mean you don't like females that way."

"Uh huh. It's hard to breed when your cock stays hidden inside."

This was a bit new. Dragons didn't normally ban someone on account of their sexual preference. But in the outlying areas where maintaining the population was sort of a primary goal, maybe it was. Being gay was one thing, for even a gay dragon could still introduce his seed to the gene pool. But apparently this one was totally out of that loop.

"I see. You're gay to the max huh?"

"You say that like it doesn't bother you."

"It doesn't. My aunt taught me a lot of boring stuff, but a lot of it makes sense when you look at it properly. Maybe I should see if the council will pass a resolution protecting you from expulsion."

"Thanks. It's a nice thought, but then I would just have to live with a bunch of haters for the rest of my life. That might be worse."

"What then?"

"I will just do as they say. I've got no one on my side anyway."

"You've got me. I don't much like the old rule makers. They tend to stick to the old ways whether they work or not. I tend to do my own thing. Of course, it helps that no one can touch me, but even then, I try not to push my limits too far anymore."

"But what can you do?"

"I have plenty of room and more than enough for two. You can live with me for a while, or forever I guess, if you like. If nothing else I can bore you to death with my stories. "

"You're not just saying that are you?"

"NO! I really could bore you to death with my stories."

"Not that! I mean, could I really stay here?"

"Sure. The place is mine. My aunt left it to me, so no one can argue against it. Besides, I kind of curious what a gay dragon is like."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. I sort of thought someone like you would have powder blue scales or something."

"That's kind of rude you know."

"Hey, I was raised by a generation far older than you were. So you can change my opinion. Correct me when I'm wrong."

"I really don't know how to take you. "

"I guess we'll work that out, but I sort of figured it'd be up the ass."

Hraun turned even redder in the face. "But, but but..."

"Ass - butt, same difference."

The poor dragon was at a total loss and erupted into nervous laughter. His flames filled the sky and attracted a lot notice. Steel clamped his mouth shut.

"Look. I have never ever done it with another male. But you seem like a decent kind of guy, and if they are going to throw you out for one little thing like your orientation, then I'll take you in. Auntie taught me to make everything a learning opportunity, and I think we both could learn something from each other."

"But won't the others make trouble for you?"

"How? I'm indestructible and my great aunt just passed away. No one will say a thing, and if they do, they'll answer to me!"

Hraun nearly swooned on his feet. He had to extend his wings to steady himself. "I don't know what to say!"

"Don't tell me you're as stupid as some of the other dragons from the outer reaches!"

"Why do you ask such a rude question?"

"Because you say - yes."

His eyes teared up. "Yes!"

So it was the Steel embarked on a new discovery. He started by viewing this new friend in two lights, one as companion, and the other as a sexual partner. It was surprising how similar dragons were, between male and female forms. He was well aware that in the puny humans, the differences were more distinct. But female dragons didn't have those silly things hanging on their chests like humans did. Rather, like all mammals had. A dragonet was born able to eating meat, and they consumed a lot of it.

The other difference was a little more obvious when it came down to the act. A female had two holes, and a male only one. Tapping it had never been in the forefront of his mind. But why not? What was the difference between them?

Hraun was delighted in having someone who was at least willing to accept his differences. He had tried to fit in, really he had, but it was difficult when your body just didn't respond the way everyone thought it should. He had tried and he had tried with all his might. It just didn't work that way.

On the other hand, he had trouble keeping his red flesh hidden in the presence of some of the cuter and more attractive male dragons, a condition that was often noticed and disapproved of. But now... Now, he had a chance of making it with one of the more renowned dragons of the mountain reaches. Steel. He could hardly contain himself.

Fact was, he couldn't. His red tip kept creeping out to show his excitement. So when the time came, he was ready for anything. He tucked his wings in, in a show of submission, raising his tail to expose his underside.

"That's a little too much," Steel told him. "I think we can manage this without you turning into an egg-ready female."

"Sorry. It's just that I've never had a chance like this before!"

"Fine! Let's get going and see how this works. Auntie said there's a first time for everything in life."

Hraun grinned. "I doubt she was thinking about this though."

"Why not? You might be surprised some of the things the old girl and I did."

"You had sex with her?" Hraun's voice was filled with awe.

"You bet. The girl was insatiable. So don't think I'm above, or below doing anything at least once."

Steel mounted the other dragon and carefully slipped his sword sized cock into the other's tailhole. Hraun closed his eyes and grunted, allowing a spark or two to escape his lips. Steel did the same.

"Damn! I thought my little girl cousin was a tight hole. You my friend just won the honor of that title." He grabbed his partner's shoulders and pulled forward, forcing his sizable cock deep inside the other.

Hraun gasped, flickering a flame or two across the near wall. Shadows erupted and fled as he did. The cock now penetrating his ass was far bigger than he had expected and his scale-lined hole was suddenly feeling like it might tear under the pressure. His claws gripped the stone floor so hard he gouged out chucks of rock.

Steel drove it and stopped. It was obvious that despite his orientation, Hraun had no real experience in getting his hole reamed out. It seemed to him that the kind thing to do was to wait and to see if his body adjusted. Having an exit suddenly invaded like this was probably a little much for anyone to take. It could be a bit for a female to handle, and their bodies were designed for it..

It took a little while but equilibrium was eventually achieved and the action began. Steel was always willing to give what he could, and this time was no different. He started with short, easy strokes. His partner took them well, and as time went on, relaxed enough to actually begin enjoying the attention. It was something he had dreamed of for so long it was difficult to believe it was actually happening. He was soon a puddle of scales on the floor as his new friend gave him what he had longed for for so long.

Steel was almost shocked by how much he liked this new dragon...and the present sexual situation. It had never occurred to him to think of males as sexual partners, in part because he had so many females available. And honestly, those tiny little protruding scales that circled a dragon's tailhole hole rubbed him rather nicely. It was a little friction on top of the slickness that oozed out, stimulated no doubt by the pounding his insides were presently experiencing.

Once his knobbed knot engorged, he was rocking along without a qualm or concern. This was sex pure and simple, and if there was something he was good at, it was sex. He changed his grip to the spot where the wings attached and arching his head to almost ceiling height, went to it like it was his first and last times combined.

Hraun's head came up too. He was being rattled so intensely that he thought his scales must surely fall off. But that was nothing compared to the electricity running through his body, and that wasn't meant as a metaphor. There two bodies were generating a charge of static that was taken to arcing through the cave and into the walls. It lit up the room with a blinding illumination. They looked like the center of a plasma ball.

When they came, it was with enough noise to dislodge rocks from the mountain above. Their combine roar of pleasure was heard echoing across the mountains for miles, and that was from its origin deep underground. Steel even bit his own tongue, nearly clean in two, as he stifled his roar the best he could. But Hraun had no such qualms and let it out. It was probably the most frightening thing he had ever done, and it was said later the even the old members of the council had shivered at first, until the truth of the sound came out.

Steel remained stuck for another hour before he pulled loose. It didn't bother either of them, for they spent the time telling stories and getting to know one another. They partnership was initially frowned upon by the council, until Steel suggested that maybe, instead of this arrangement, he could go back to screwing all the females within flying distance, just like in the old days.

The elders saw the light, and while not approving of his partnership, at least turned a blind eye to it. Sometimes you cut your losses and ran. Steel didn't push the matter. But if anyone ever mentioned it in a negative light, they were apt to find the tip of their tail set alight, or their favorite scales singed permanently. Everyone got the idea. What happened in the cave was their business and no one else's. As it should be.