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Just a heads up - I've edited this story now, and though it still probably isn't that good, I think it doesn't suck as badly now.

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The sun was setting high overhead and Neyron was looking for something to settle his rumbling belly. Neyron was a magnificent creature known as a dragon; he was covered in soft red scales, with massive wings tucked in against his sides. His wing membranes weren't covered in scales as the rest of him was, but rather a soft leather type material. He had small horns protruding from the top of his head and bright green eyes. He was young for a dragon, barely reaching maturity and still kept much of his playful manner. He had been wondering through a thicket of trees, and spotted the trail of a deer. It didn't take him long to find were it had gone, but he knew that it would be trouble getting it. The deer had run into some old ruins, they were all over the place and falling apart.

The ruins were made by humans, who Neyron had never even seen near any of the ancient stones. Humans had interested him for some time, but he learned to stay away from them. They were more dangerous than anything in this forest, but they had that sparkling yellow stuff that he loved, keeping it stored in wooden boxes and piled it high in big stone buildings. He had managed to collect a fair bit of it himself, finding it lying around in the strange wooden boxes that humans used for travelling. He didn't really have a purpose for it, but he loved to roll around on top of it and cover himself in it, enjoying the softness of the weird rock like material.

Sniffing around at the tracks for a little while, Neyron began following them, being careful to avoid sticks, leaves and anything else that would give away his position. A few quiet steps later and he found himself standing in front of a small stone doorway. Well, small for a dragon at least. He sniffed at the air and caught the scent of the deer inside, licking his lips in anticipation before pulling his dextrous tongue back into his maw. Leaning forwards, Neyron slowly began trying to ease his body through the small opening, but it just didn't seem that his shoulders were capable of squeezing through. That didn't stop him from trying however, as he tried to push his head further in. He stopped suddenly when he heard a crumbling sound above him, his head being showered in chips of rock and dust.

He was sure that there was no way rocks could hurt him, but something was telling him that he was in a dangerous position right now, as if the stones could somehow damage him. He slowly started pulling his head back, only to have his horns catch on the top of the doorway. He tried pulling a little harder and the stones shifted on top of him, giving a deep rumbling as they resettled. He thought for a second, wondering what to do, before deciding to push his head forward again. He let out a sharp yelp of surprise as the stones fell on his neck, and quickly tried pulling back with all of his weight. He was twisting his head, nearly rolling over to try and get out, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to escape. His legs were getting tired so he slumped down on the rock under him, which only really let him a foot closer to the ground, making it look as if he was crouching, ready to pounce on something.

He wasn't sure how long he had been there, but he was sure that when he did escape he would end up seeing the moon in the sky. His stomach was still rumbling and he was letting out small whines every now and then, not even sure what he was hoping to accomplish with them. He had raked his brain for a way out, but there was nothing that he could think of, the rocks just seemed to hold him too tightly, and he couldn't get into a good enough position to pull back against them properly. He was worried that he would die there, under the stones. His worries faded though, as did his consciousness, his suddenly heavy eyelids slowly closing.

He dreamed that he was stuck in some kind of shiny stone, like had had seen the humans use. It was wrapped around his neck and he couldn't move, and even though the ground was beneath him he couldn't lay down. How had the humans captured him? He couldn't remember, but he knew that he had to get away. He scratched at the shiny stone on his neck, but it didn't feel right. It felt like normal stone, not the stuff that the humans had. He heard a noise behind him and tried to turn around, but found his head unmovable in the shiny metal.

He felt something brush against his tail and his eyes shot open, his dreams quickly dissipating, leaving him with the reality of what was happening. He tried to turn his head, but his memories came rushing back. He was stuck. He listened, not moving and heard footsteps behind him. They weren't the footsteps of an animal, he had heard them before. He sniffed at the air, but all he could smell was dust and stone, a quick pang disappointment racing through him because the deer had escaped.

While he was trying to remember where he had heard the sound before he felt whatever it was brush against his tail again. Whatever it was it felt big, bigger than even he was. His heart sank at the realisation of what it was, another dragon. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew that dragons would kill each other over territory. Did this dragon want his territory? If it did there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Neyron whimpered as he heard a snort behind him, clenching his eyes shut as he prepared for the worst. Instead, he felt something near the base of his tail, and could hear the dragon behind him sniffing around. He wasn't sure what they were up too, but soon felt a slick warmth rush over his tailhole. He had never felt anything like it before, and wasn't sure how to respond to it. He didn't have a chance to respond though, because before he knew what was happening he felt it again, but with more force. His tail automatically rose to give the other dragon better access, which was followed by a grunt behind him.

He wasn't sure what the feeling was, it was like his spine was heating up and making his stomach flip. He arched his back as the licking continued, feeling his breathing becoming heavier. He had no idea why he had started breathing heavier, but he couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into his lungs. He let out a yelp as he felt the tongue push into him, squirming around as it spread him open. He could feel something stirring beneath him, pushing out of his sheath and rubbing against the stone beneath him.

He felt the dragon behind him rest a paw on top of his tail, pushing its tongue in deeper, earning a pleasurable rumble mixed with a whine from Neyron, who was trying his best to push back against the dragons tongue, hoping to force it deeper into him. He didn't know why he wanted it inside him, but he felt like something would happen if it kept wriggling around. He whined loudly when the tongue retreated, pulling back into the dragon's maw with a wet smack.

Wriggling his hips, Neyron tried to signal that he didn't want the other dragon to stop, hoping to feel their hot tongue wriggling inside him again, but felt confused as they slowly started crawling up over him, gently letting their weight rest on his back and wings. He stopped wriggling around when he felt the dragon grab hold of what little of his neck it could. Maybe it was going to kill him now? Those thoughts were dashed when he felt something poking against his back leg though. When the dragon on top of him thrust its hips forwards he felt it rub against whatever was poking out of his sheath.

Neyron let out a loud whine of pleasure when he felt it, but didn't have time to savour the feeling as the slick appendage pulled back. He felt it poke around against the back of his legs, and for some reason raised his tail higher, enjoying the feeling of it being pushed down against his back. He felt whatever was poking at him push against his tailhole, and nearly choked on the air he was breathing. He groaned as he felt it push deeper into him, his muscles clenching down around it. Whatever it was, it seemed to be nearly as thick as the base of his tail, and it just kept pushing in deeper. He was surprised when it pulled out of him slightly, only to thrust back in twice as deep, making him let out a startled yelp.

He groaned and whined, his muscles squeezing and clenching down around whatever was being forced into his tight tailhole. He wanted more of it, wanted to feel it deeper inside him. It was like the dragon could read his thoughts, because he kept pushing more of it in. Neyron's tongue had escaped his mouth at this point, and was now hanging uselessly down the side of his snout, saliva liberally dripping off of it. He felt like his eyes were trying to roll back in his head, and whined for more, arching his back and pushing his hips back.

He felt the other dragons legs touching his now, and realised that whatever was inside him must be the same as what had come out of his sheath, which was rubbing against the smooth stone under him. He felt the other dragons balls rub against his own and felt a slight bulge at the base of the object inside him. It must have been as big as his leg, whatever was inside him, because it felt like it was pushing into his stomach. He was sure that if he could have seen his belly he would be able to see it bulging and poking out against his scales.

The dragon pulled back slowly, but instead of pushing back in again like before it kept pulling out. Neyron thought that it was going to pull it out completely, but when only the tip of it was inside he felt himself get filled by it again in one sudden thrust. He couldn't think of anything that had ever felt better than that one moment, being filled so completely by that object, his insides burning with desire. He could feel its heat now, rubbing round inside him, making him squirm and moan in delight. His breathing was a lot quicker now, leaving his tongue swaying as his head bobbed up and down slightly with each deep breath.

The dragon rolled his hips back and slammed them back in, making Neyron's hips jerk forwards, pushing whatever came out of his sheath along the smooth stone under him. It felt amazing and he never wanted it to stop. He wanted to feel like this forever, to have this electric current tingling through his bones, and to feel himself clenching down so greedily around the warm, slick pole that was impaling him. The dragon thrust his hips again, working them a little faster than last time, making Neyron's hips move, grinding whatever was pushing out of his body under him. Neyron could feel the bulge at the base of the object becoming slightly larger and wondered what it was.

The dragon above him grabbed his neck tighter in his teeth, making tingles run down Neyron's spine, and felt it move its paws from his back to grab onto his back legs. Neyron felt like the dragon was hugging him, with its paws wrapped around is belly. He wasn't prepared for what came next, and the air was knocked from his lungs. The dragon had suddenly started thrusting much faster than it had been, rapidly filling Neyron and pulling out, then filling again. His rear was being pounded by the rough thrusts of the dragon, wet slaps filling the air as some sort of liquid ran down along his balls, which were under barrage by the dragon's own spheres.

Neyron let out a sound he had never made before, he wasn't even sure what it was, but it felt right. It was a high pitched sound, almost like a whine but with something different. He felt his wings trying to open, but they were held down by the dragon on top of him. He could feel the warmth of the dragon's breath against his neck, and they seemed to be breathing even faster than he was.

Neyron kept making that new noise as the dragon thrust into him, filling him in a way he had never been filled before. He could feel their balls slapping together now, and decided that he liked the feeling of it, enjoying how they seemed to rub against each other with every thrust. The dragon was starting to grunt now, and was thrusting much harder, and almost unbelievably fast. The bulge at the base of the object was bigger now, pushing his tailhole wider as it was forced in and out.

Neyron felt his hole stretching uncomfortably wide and wondered if the dragon was going to tear him open with that bulge. He could feel it pushing against his hole now, too big to push in and was thankful that it wasn't inside him. That changed though, when he felt the dragon push particularly hard, slamming his hips forwards and spreading Neyron's tight tailhole open wide. Neyron roared in pain as the massive bulge was forced into him, a burning pain spreading through his rear.

The dragon on top of him didn't care though, and was thrusting even faster now, pushing in with short, shallow thrusts before tugging back against Neyron's constricting hole. The pain faded as quickly as it had come, and could feel the bulge tugging against him every time the object was pulled back. He could feel something happening inside him, something building up. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he didn't care. He was feeling pleasure that he had never felt before and that was all he could focus on.

He felt the dragon slam its hips into him with all of its force, hitting something inside him that made him see stars, his vision narrowing. He felt like he was about to explode when it was hit again, and on the third time he did. He barely noticed that something wet splashing against the rock under him, too busy trying not to pass out. He felt like his bones were melting, and it felt so good. All of his muscles tensed up, and he was vaguely aware of something moving inside his rear.

The feeling finally passed, and he found his head lying on the ground, half his face covered in drool, dirt and mud. He could feel himself being filled now, by something that was coming out of the object inside him. It felt hot, it felt good. The dragon collapsed on top of him as the liquid kept shooting into him. A full three minutes passed before the dragon's object finally slowed down, leaving Neyron's stomach bloated, and the red dragon feeling overly full.

His back feet were barely touching the ground now, and he was sure that he looked like one of the female dragons with the big bellies. He felt the dragon on top of him stand up and turn around, lifting a hind leg over Neyron's back. The bulge was keeping the object inside of him, tugging and pulling against his tightly clenched tailhole. Neyron could feel the dragon tugging at him, and he felt the object that was hanging out of his sheath starting to harden again. The dragon was pulling harder and Neyron found his body pulled as far as it could go with his head stuck under the rocks. The dragon kept pulling though, and now Neyron was certain the he was going to be torn open.

The dragon was pulling with such force that Neyron was seeing stars again, but not from pleasure. When he was certain that he couldn't take any more, that he was going to pass out, he felt the dragon take another step forwards. Instead of being torn open, like he had thought he would, he felt the rocks on top of him come loose again, falling down around his neck. He was pulled nearly a meter across the ground before he noticed.

He tried to stand but his limbs felt wobbly and weird, he felt like he was a hatchling. The dragon didn't seem to notice though, and kept walking, dragging Neyron behind it. The dragon walked for ten minutes, ten minutes until it stopped to drink some water at a lake. Neyron was sure that the dragon was going to pull out of him now; he had felt the object getting softer when he was being pulled along the ground and was sure that they could pull it out of his tailhole now.

He was surprised when he felt the dragon climb on top of him again though, thrusting wildly with wet squelches and smacks while Neyron felt himself get hard again. It didn't take long until it was shooting the liquid inside him again, swelling his stomach even more, making Neyron groan slightly at how full he was starting to feel. Neyron didn't shoot any liquid like last time, and felt disappointed, though he still really enjoyed the feeling of the hardness inside him. He barely had time to get a drink before the dragon started pulling him along again, leaving him to make large tracks in the dirt as he was pulled along.

Neyron had tried to stand while being pulled, but when he did he felt the tugging of the bulge inside him and his legs got weak again. He thought he could almost taste something in his mouth, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. It tasted kind of like the water from the edge of the land, but also sort of like some berries he had eaten before.

The dragon stopped two more times to thrust into Neyron, until they finally reached a cave. The dragon collapsed in the middle of the room, on a large pile of gold, with Neyron still connected to him. Neyron's stomach was so full that he felt like if the dragon had stopped one more time he would have burst. He could hear the dragons breathing now, slow and deep, and wondered how it had fallen asleep so fast.

It must have been tired from all the liquid it had filled Neyron with, who had only made his own liquid the first time, but still felt great pleasure every time the dragon had stopped to thrust into him.

After an hour of lying behind the dragon, he felt like the bulge was finally small enough to remove, and simply pulled himself forward slowly with his front paws, feeling the bulge stretching him open again. With one more quick tug he felt the whole object pull out of him, and felt the liquids pour out as well. He turned around to sniff at it, and quickly found himself running his tongue through it. He enjoyed the taste at lapped at it until his belly was slightly bulging again, then turned to look at the dragon.

It was a dark blue dragon, with a light blue belly. Its horns were larger than Neyron's and there was a large pink thing against its belly that smelt like the liquid on the ground. Neyron sniffed at it a bit before licking it. It tasted like the liquid, but it also tasted like something else, both of which he enjoyed. After he had licked the object clean he wrapped his tongue around it and pulled it into his maw, to get one last taste of it before turning around and padding out of the cave, feeling very full.

Once he was outside, it only took a few moments for him to leap into the sky, struggling slight with the extra weight of the dragon's liquid inside him. He stopped at a small lake along the way, and dove into the water to wash himself. When Neyron was back in his cave he looked down at his sheath, sniffing at it lightly. It looked like it always did, but he was sure that something had come out of it. He pushed his tongue into it, poking and prodding with it, and found a small object in there, quickly growing larger as he licked at it.

When it was finally out of his sheath, he noticed that it looked the same as the dragon's, and let a big grin fall across his snout, already thinking about all the fun that he could have with it.