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You will be seeing Trevor the dragon a lot in my next for stories, and what he does may surprise you!

This story contains explicit language, use of alcohol, brawls, sarcasm, insults toward drunken racist dolts and white hot dragon yiff between a male and female. Enjoy.

You have been warned.

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Trevor took no notice that he was drawing amazed looks from some off the furs in the bar. It was understandable. Most furs had never seen a dragon before. Light hit his scales, sending little bits of fiery red light everywhere. Some looked away when he sat down, but a minority kept gawking until he looked in there eyes. Then they quickly looked away.

One young white-tailed buck couldn't take his eyes off him. After a few minutes, Trevor sighed and beckoned him over. The buck looked startled, but the bartender, a hawk named Ted, assured him that no, I wasn't going to eat him.

As the buck timidly approached, Trevor started firing off his answers, long ago memorized.

"Yes, I am real. No, I will not kill you for looking at me. No, you are not the first who has questions, so don't be nervous. Yes, I can breathe fire. No, I won't show you. No, I can't do magic. No, my spit isn't acid, nor in my blood or urine. Yes, I can grow hair, though it is always white. Yes, I have thick armor plates over me. No, you can't test them. Finally, yes, it is bluish purple and ridged. No, you can't see. Anything else you need to know?" Trevor said without looking.

The buck stared at him, further amazement on his slim face. Trevor signaled to Ted. "Get this animal a drink, will you?" he said.

The buck wandered back to his seat and Ted put a new drink in front of him. Trevor enjoyed his black ale in peace. Right up until a beer glass exploded on the wall behind him, showering him in glass and flat beer.

Laughter burst forth from a table in the corner of the room. A bear, a mountain lion, and an ibex, all male, were laughing there furry heads off. Trevor wiped the beer out of his eyes, smoke curling from his nose. He shook his head free of most of the beer and stood up. He walked over to them, tail thrashing and wings flexing in anger.

They glared at him as he approached, and he glared back with twice the fury. "Can I help you with something?" he said quietly

"You are tainting the air around here, scaly. Leave and I won't have to hurt you." Spat the bear. Racists, the night is just not complete without them... thought Trevor.

"I could say things like,' shut the hell up' or ‘fuck you', but I will say simply this so that the big words will not confuse your obviously small, inferior brain. Say one more hatful word here and I swear on my grave that I will beat the holy hell out of you." Said Trevor in the most dangerous voice he could manage, keeping his anger on a tight leash. He then turned and walked away, leaving the stunned trio to there drink. He took a rag from the counter and cleaned his seat of glass and beer and sat back down.

He stared into his drink, its dark amber liquid a rather soothing image to him. He heard the clopping of hooves on the stones of the floor and looked up to see a gorgeous mare, in a blue tee and jeans, her coat shining in the dim light, set a pitcher of the same amber ale on the table.

"May I sit here?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Please." Trevor said, gesturing at the empty chair at his table. She did so, and Trevor poured her a drink afterward. "What can I help you with?" asked Trevor.

She took a sip, enjoying the strong-tasting ale. Trevor liked her already. "I was impressed with the way you handled those drunken mountain creatures." She said, never taking her dark eyes off his yellow ones.

"Thank you, but there really is only one way to handle booze soaked animals. Be direct and make your body language as clear as possible." He answered, now intrigued with this mare. She laughed her laugh full of happiness.

"It's funny because it's true." She said when her laughs had subsided. Her expression changed. "Your scales are very beautiful, you know. It makes me want to be a dragon. But, I am stuck in this body."

"What are you saying? You are lovely. You should be proud to look that way you do." He stated. Was she flirting with him? She blushed. "I'm flattered." She said, placing a hand over her modest breasts. Trevor drank a mouthful of his drink, enjoying its flavor. He noticed the three furs from earlier muttering amongst them, casting glances toward him. He wondered what there problems were.

She laid a hand on his when he wasn't looking, and said "I'm leaving here soon. Do you think you could walk me home? I am afraid of who will be out tonight, and I live a few blocks away."

"I would be happy to." He said, without giving it a second though. They finished there drinks, Trevor left a few more bills then necessary, for the broken glass, and took the mare's arm in his and left.

It was raining when they got outside, so he drew the mare close to him and draped his left wing over her. She snuggled against his large chest, she was a little less then a foot shorter then him, not counting his wings; and her head rested on his shoulder. "I never asked your name." he said. "It's Larual, yours?"

"Trevor."

"Nice to meet you, Trevor."

"Likewise."

They walked in silence for most of the way until, about three quarters of the way, a large black mass plowed into Trevor from behind. He fell, catching most of the blow on his arms, scarping his mid-thick plates on the ground. Someone grabbed Larual and hauled her to the wall. The black mass pinned Trevor to the ground with pure weight, and they smelled like wet, muddy fur.

The mountain lion from the bar kicked Trevor in the nose, making him gasp in pain. "Ha! Not so fucking tough now, are you?" The bear, Trevor guessed, pinned him chuckled. He could hear Larual struggling against the ibex. "And what have we here? Appears someone is a little bit feisty tonight, but that will change." Trevor heard a squeal and the sound of impact, followed by the smell of blood.

"Wicked little bitch! You'll pay for that, once we deal with you scaly freak here. James! Stand him up!" Trevor was hauled to his feet, a bit awkward because he was 7'9" and the bear was 6'2". The lion was bleeding from his nose, and a horseshoe impression was turning red on it.

Trevor had been waiting for this, and at that time kicked the bear's knee sideways and out, making it pop. With a howl of pain, James let go and tumbled to the ground, clutching his injury. The lion made a jump at him, but Trevor slapped him down. The fur's claws gouged a line across Trevor's face, and it felt like it had been set on fire.

Larual aimed and connected a powerful kind into the ibex's knee as well, making it snap backward and topple the goat. She got away from his writhing form in time to see the lion jump on Trevor's back, his claws ripping the delicate wing membrane. Trevor roared and grabbed the lion's neck, tearing him from his back and throwing him into a pile of trash, where he stopped moving.

Trevor could see that he was still breathing, and took Laurel's arm. "Let's go."

She nodded, hurrying away from the injured attackers. "That was incredible, how you threw him from your back." She looked at his face. "You're bleeding, Trevor." He brushed his hand across his face, and along with a fresh sting of pain came blood. "So I am."

"It looks deep. I have a first aid kit at my house; I can take care of it there." Trevor nodded. He was suddenly tired. Ten minuets later, Larual was unlocking her apartment's front door. She opened it and led him in, locking it behind him. "Let's get that shirt off you." She said, sitting him on the couch. She went to the kitchen as he stripped off his shirt. She came back with a white backpack. She opened it and produced peroxide, cotton balls, gaze and medical tape.

She cleaned and bandages his nose and wing. He stood up, looking for his shirt. Laurel couldn't quit staring at his naked chest, wondering. She suddenly heard herself say "You clothes are filthy from the muck."

Trevor looked down and, sure enough his pants were coved in filth. He grimaced. "Damn it." He cursed. Laurel turned him around. "Let's fix that."

She guided him into the bedroom and pushed his back against the wall with surprising strength. He let out a small grunt as he hit. She was stronger then she let on. Laurel looked straight into his eyes as she undid his belt. She got on he knees, yanking his pants down. She ran a hand over his crotch, and then pulled his boxers down as well.

The cool air of the apartment was a shock to his now exposed dragonhood. The tip of his head protruded from his leathery sheath, a dark spot among the yellowish-red. Laurel ran a finger down the outside of his sheath before pulling it back, exposing the full length of his cock. Although not erect yet, it was a good eight inches long, the ridges not yet formed.

Laurel frowned. "Well, that's not going to work." She said. Trevor could only watch as she proceeded to give the head and shaft of his cock a few licks. She cupped his balls in on paw and gave them a gentle squeeze. Trevor gasped at this new stimulation. His body relaxed, the tension in his legs, back and arms lifted. His wings and tail going slack as his shaft gained length, hardness, color and ridges. The room filled with dragon musk

Laurel smiled. "That's better." She ran he tongue along the underside of his blue-purple penis, a paw on his tail. He tensed up at this; the underside of his tail had always been sensitive. The mare smiled wider. "I found a sweet spot it seems." She stroked the dragon's tail a few more times, and then took the tip of Trevor's member into her mouth, biting down softly on his head, making him jerk with surprise.

She then took the whole twelve inches of dragon into her mouth, closing he lips around the base. She ran her tongue in swirls around the head and shaft, getting bursts of pre and pleased dragon sounds in response. She started bobbing her head on his shaft, eliciting further, louder sounds of pleasure.

Trevor was struggling to keep coherent thought while the mare gave him the blowjob of his life, but it proved to taxing and his efforts were washed away in a flood of lust. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling and she rapidly pushed him to the edge. Her tongue went over his urethra, making it burn with painful pleasure. He started gripping the wall, not noticing that his claws were digging into the drywall.

Laurel let her paw wander up and down Trevor's scaly tail, eventually brushing his tail hole. She circled it a few times, and then slipped two fingers into him. He yelped at the sudden, but not unwelcome, penetration. Instinctively he clenched his ass, but quickly failed to keep it that way due to the mare between his legs. She began to pump his hole slowly, and then matched it to her bobbing.

Trevor almost couldn't take the new feeling. He started panting heavily, fighting to last a little longer, but with a roar, he pumped his seed into Laurel's mouth. It spilled out over her lips, onto chest and soaking her shirt in places.

She drank the hot dragon cum, feeling it slid down into her belly. She stood and grabbed Trevor's horns and forced him into a kiss. He didn't resist. His tongue explored her seed-coated mouth, tasting himself and becoming painfully aroused by his own taste. Laurel pushed him away from the wall, onto a bed. She stripped slowly, letting the very aroused dragon watch with hungry lust filling his golden eyes.

She climbed onto him and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his head. She explored his mouth again, tasting the sulfur from his fire and the thick taste of the ale. She sat up, positioning her slit above his slick, pulsing member. She braced herself on his broad chest and slowly lowered herself onto him. He was bigger then her last mate, a mustang stallion, and he stretched her walls. His ridges were particularly pleasurable as they slid in, one by one.

When all five ridges were in, she sat there, letting herself enjoy being penetrated by a dragon, until he surprised her by twisting himself around, and coming out on top of her. She was dominate, and had always been on top, but for this male, she didn't mind. He began a slow rhythm of a thrust every three seconds. Push in, pull slowly out, and push slowly in. He accelerated to once every two, then once a second.

After a few minuets of this, he sped up farther. Now at a thrust every half second it started to hurt her. But Laurel was a little kinky, and she liked a little pain. He leaned in, pressing his body to hers and let out a hiss as his second orgasm approached. She could feel her own climax quickly approaching. He started grunting, and then with wild, powerful thrusts, he coated her guts with one, two, three and four more hot loads of dragon seed.

At the same time, her climax hit. She hugged the large dragon close as she yelled out in pure ecstasy. Trevor's thrusting slowed and came to a stop in her. He slowly pulled out, spattering himself and her with his seed. His lower belly was covered in a layer of his own seed, and so was hers. It was dripping down over her tail hole and onto her tail. They both panted heavily, Trevor's huge, hot sulfur tinted breaths mingled with he smaller, ale tinted ones.

She kissed him once more; her muzzle still slathered with sticky dragon cum, and laid her head down to sleep. She vaguely remembered Trevor lying down behind her, spooning her and covering her before she dropped into sleep.

Trevor was excited as his member shrank and slid back into its sheath in preparation for sleep. He had found a mate who didn't care about his race or size or color. She even knew where his sweet spots were and discovered several new ones. As he drifted into deep sleep, he smiled and spooned his new mate, covering her with his uninjured wing.

Life wasn't so bad after all.