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Aiden strains his ears as an unfamiliar fluttering reaches them. Louder than what birds chirping around him could manage with their wings, even the sloshing of the nearby river is drowned out. A floral smell accompanies it, except none of the flowers are blooming yet, and there’s also a layer of…

“What is that?” he asks no one, sniffing. He recognizes it, knows he knows it, yet the words to describe it don’t come. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He rises and pauses briefly to wonder if he should take his backpack, then decides not to; the scent isn’t far.

“Careful with my wings!” a high-pitched voice exclaims from past a few rows of trees. “They’re sore after all that flying.”

Curious, most anthros with wings are vestigial, though there is one species…that Aiden can’t remember much about except they live far away. Although, if he–a polar bear that pants ceaselessly despite the “temperate” weather–is here, any species could have moved here. He advances toward the voice.

“Just get in position already,” a gruff voice says. “This place is a little exposed.”

“It’s fine, there’s no settlements anywhere near here,” the first voice responds.

“I saw some houses on my way down.”

“Houses that they stay in. Now, are you going to find your mark already? Or do we need to find ourselves a kobold like the first time?”

“He offered, I didn’t need him to,” the second voice argues, then soon after, contradicts itself, “Fuck, wrong one.”

Aiden stifles a laugh with his paw. As he quiets his steps, he pieces together what that smell must be: male musk. He sees the movement between the trees and crouches into a bush. Prickly against all of his bare fur, but an opportunity like this only strikes once in a lifetime. He shuffles forward so his eyes peek out…and jerks back at the sight. Surely I’m hallucinating. He rubs at his eyelids before looking again. Nope, that’s two dragon-ish creatures going at it right in front of me.

The one on top has his snout buried in the nape of the bottom, who has her–wait, no–his eyes closed. They’re also pointed slightly away, so detection is unlikely, even with Aiden’s snow white fur. The top’s inconceivably terrible aim–his giant log of a cock rubbing against the outside of the bottom’s hind leg–allows the bear to focus on the fact that there’s dragons. A long extinct species, much to many’s delight, and what records exist report them as scaly and gigantic, not black-furred and the size of a feral horse.

It’s been drilled into Aiden that if he ever sees any fantastical creatures, to report it immediately so they may be exterminated. There’s even a hotline for it pre-programmed into his phone. A couple of clicks and, even if he doesn’t say anything–no, especially if he doesn’t say anything, the full might of the nearest military base will descend. Which isn’t fa–

A unified grunt, then moan snaps Aiden’s attention to what’s before him. But the top’s dragonhood only grinds further across the bottom’s haunch. The answer to this confusion lies underneath the bottom: he has two cocks, one about the same size as the top’s visible one, and the second smaller so it hides behind the first–when they aren’t asynchronously twitching that is.

The bear pushes his shorts down and drops onto his rump. Itchiness be damned, he strokes his growing erection. With such an exotic sight, he’s close before he reaches full mast. So he switches his paw to teasing mode.

The top stops to lick the bottom’s ear in large, wet laps that weigh down the fuzzy ear even when he moves on to the other. When the bottom pushes back, growling playfully, the top rests his head similar to before and yanks his hips back. Aiden gets a partial glimpse at the pink shaft before the dragon rams it back inside, the bottom extending his claws to halt his slide across the ground. The top grumbles, and hobbles on his hindlegs, his exposed cock now boasting its urethra at the bear, then he establishes a rhythm, his wings unfolding from his sides to wrap around his partner.

Steadily, the top’s thrusts become more shallow, the smacking sound growing louder and the bottom’s cries heightening. The musky smell from their leaking cock intensifies as well, and curiously, so does the floral scent. Distracted from that, Aiden barely registers the top’s cock throbbing at him before it, despite being meters away, blasts him in the face. The bear yelps and recoils, the floral–somehow exactly like chrysanthemum–scent enveloping him. Figuring he’s already caught, he flops onto his back and pumps his dick. Within a second, any worry about what the dragons will do to him vanishes, bliss replacing it with fantasies about what they will do to him. Bad little bear like him needs to be punished; maybe a log of cock in each end will teach him a lesson. Next time, don’t watch, join in, they would say.

But then some blood makes its way out of his retreating shaft and to his brain. There’s a reason he’s supposed to run and report them: they’re dangerous. He wipes the cum off his eyelids and sits up.

The top has dismounted and now nuzzles into the bottom’s side as he circles to his front. “You feel as wonderful as always. I love you, Nawi.”

“You came a little fast, but,” Nawi draws out the word, then takes a slow breath, “I suppose I love you too, Squone.” He giggles and places a forepaw on Squone’s head, forcing it to dip. “Now get down there before I resort to rutting the dirt.”

Aiden doesn’t understand how they don’t see a white bear doing the opposite of camouflaging in the grass, but he takes their obliviousness as a blessing and pulls his shorts up. His legs are shaky from previous activities so he slowly crawls away, only attempting to get up when he hears slurping and moaning behind him.

After he retrieves his backpack, he sniffs himself to see if he can rush past Shara, his mother, and to the shower like this. Reeking of his own cum and flowers is…not uncommon for him when returning home, but a different scent tickles his nose, evoking fractured memories from years ago. A book fair, a bus…then a bedroom and he’s with…Bethany. Underneath the chrysanthemum, the dragon’s cum smells like the time he buried his nose in Bethany’s soaking cunt. A fond, if faded memory.

His mother will ask far too many questions if he returns like this, so instead of heading up the hill, he circles around it. The sound of running water magnifies, and the trees part to a calm-enough stretch of the river. He strips and leaves his stuff on the bank. His mom is the only other one out here, and she’s cooking dinner, so nobody will stumble upon him. He dips a footpaw into the pleasantly cool water, ceasing his usual panting. His own cum flakes off his fur even before the water can wash it away. But Squone’s has hardened, yet is also squishy and smooth. It resists his clawed attempts at removal before suddenly chipping off, causing him to nick his flesh beneath. He curses, then patiently chisels the rest off, the streak on the back of his dominant paw proving the most difficult.

After he dries the best he can with his gym towel, he checks his phone to find a text from his mother asking where he is. He rushes up the hill, around to the front of the house, and through the front door.

Shara stands over the sink, washing a plate. “Ahh, that’s what took you so long this time.” She puts the plate on the drying rack and turns around. “Did you have fun?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Aiden crosses to the far side of the kitchen, but his mother blocks the hallway. “I just spaced out a bit when taking my usual walk.”

“You smell of the river, honey.”

And she smells of her chrysanthemum shampoo, a bit off and artificial, but has associations Aiden doesn’t want to be thinking when talking to his mother. “I, uh, fell in.”

“Yet your clothes are dry.” She chuckles. “Did you take them off for some other reason?”

“Um…”

“Either you went skinny dipping, not typically a solo activity…except in the case of the other option: you thought you were being clever and washed off some other scent. Either way I hope you used protection, even if it wasn’t a female…polar bear.”

Aiden brushes past his mother and to his bedroom.

“Dinner’s in the fridge!”

Isn’t assumption of gayness reserved for the twinks? While it isn't completely wrong, why is he, a giant, fit polar bear always encountering it? Because, dummy, your one sexual experience by nineteen nobody believed happened. But he did recently get cum sprayed all over his face, so maybe he can chalk it up to two. Though honestly, it wasn’t much different than all the porn he has watched on the computer that he boots up.

As expected, there’s nothing online about fluffy dragons, but there’s plenty for scaled ones. All horror stories of how they pillaged, raped (to death due to their size), and tore down countries before they met their end. The bear considers calling that hotline, then figures whatever dragons he encountered are a different subspecies, or not dragons at all. Whatever the case, Nawi and Squone are not the type to commit atrocities; they’re just a pair of lovebirds. Still, he should do his best to avoid them. Peeping toms risk being attacked when it’s regular people, so with dragons…not a good idea.

*

A few days later, however, when he hears flapping, grunting, and moaning, he doesn’t hesitate to spy on the dragons again, conveniently fucking in the same clearing as before. They’re identical, so it isn’t until all three of them are finished and Nawi and Squone banter with each other that Aiden realizes Nawi was on top this time. He looks a bit closer at the dragons lazing in the grass, and the only differentiator is their eye color: Squone with ice blue and Nawi with vermilion. Actually, when they rise, Nawi has a few centimeters on the other dragon. They stretch their wings out, sprint across the clearing, and leap over the trees. Slowly, they ascend into the mountain and out of view.

With only his cum in his fur, Aiden heads home without washing. Shara doesn’t comment on the scent, face covered by a letter.

“Another foreclosure warning?”

“No new development.” Shara tosses the paper on the kitchen table. “They’re just trying to coerce the money out of me.”

“If you would let me get a j–”

“I’ve told you: you have to focus on school. After you graduate, maybe, but only until the taxes go back down.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts. They’re just gonna build another outpost right next to the new one.”

“All the more reason for you to study and get a job better than Burger Shack. Now,” Shara motions in the direction of the bathroom, “get on with your routine shower. You’re not skipping it today.”

Aiden sighs as he loses the same argument for the millionth time, then does as he’s told. The cooling stream of water helps little with his frustration. What’s the point of these military installments anyway? The country’s not at war, and what fantastical creatures remain are the small kind that can slip between the government’s fingers. Except for the dragons, but even with them, it seems a little much, especially since they’re squeezing their populace dry to fund it all. Maybe if he turned Nawi and Squone in, then there would be nothing to hunt.

He shuts off the shower and its sweet iciness to punish himself for thinking that. The dragons aren’t pests to be exterminated; they’re people like any other. Besides their four legs, there’s no difference. But then how is he supposed to help his mother? Study, she said, so after drying off and dressing, he does, once again, as he’s told.

*

After a few weeks, watching Nawi and Squone every couple days, one of their conversations shift from casual to serious: Squone lamenting that they don’t have a second mate. Which, if he thought he meant him, would make the bear jump out from his hiding spot. He means another dragon, with two dicks, beautiful midnight fur, and elegant wings capable of taking to the sky–none of which the bear has. So, he watches, expecting such a topic to offend Nawi (something like, “I’m not enough for you?”), but he agrees with a wistful tone. More than that, he gives him a muzzlejob to his bigger dick. Something they haven’t touched till now, probably because it barely fits in his maw.

All that repeats four times, and realizing that he’s been counting forces Aiden to admit he has a problem.

Back in his room, he leans back in his desk chair, groaning. He’ll be caught eventually, yet no amount of willpower prevents him peeping on them again. Reporting them is so far off the table it’s thrown in the river, and he can’t turn to his mother or anybody else.

He repositions his paws on the keyboard and hides behind the anonymity of an online forum that supposedly is full of fantastical creature sympathizers. He sees mentions of smaller species, like fairies or gnomes, that people are harboring, and advice from them. All useless for his own situation, so he writes a plea for what Squone and Nawi could be, and what he should do.

Instantly, somebody replies with “inside information” that the dragons showed up out of nowhere a few years ago, and reside at the top of the government’s most wanted list. AnonymousWeasel suggests doing nothing except being careful around them, as nothing is known about their disposition or their abilities. Aiden asks why the government wants them so badly if they haven’t done anything, and they respond with, They fear that they’re like the dragons of old, that they’ll breed and in a decade have the numbers to overwhelm them.

Well, that’s not an issue, they’re both male.

That’s never stopped them.

Aiden doesn’t want to know what that means, so he closes the tab. It’s ridiculous anyway; if either dragon were able to get pregnant, they would be, and would’ve talked about it. So there’s nothing (more) to worry about. He powers off his computer and gets up, only to collapse onto his bed. For now his only concern is getting enough sleep for school tomorrow.

*

A typical quiet morning follows–Shara works later in the morning, so it’s just him and some leftover spaghetti from a few nights ago–until a wooden smacking sound makes him jump. Living in the middle of nowhere all of his life, it takes the bear a few seconds to register that it’s someone knocking on the front door. He hears his mother shuffling around in her room as he rises and answers the door.

A sharply-dressed weasel awaits him. “Good morning! Sorry to disturb you at such an early hour. I’m Tina Roberts from the International Primal Beast Pacification Agency. There’s been reports of something flying that’s not quite a bird. Have you spotted anything like that?”

“No, um, if I did, I would’ve already called it in.”

“As well you should! That’s all I needed to know. Thank you for your time, and have a pleasant day.” The weasel turns away and walks to her car.

“Not so anonymous after all,” Aiden mutters, unsure if he’s talking about himself or the weasel. He should’ve know they’d tra–

“Who was that?” his mother asks from behind.

Aiden jumps for the second time in a day. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.” If his life keeps up like this, his heart will give out by twenty-two. “It was nobody.”

“Well, ‘nobody’ just cost me an hour of sleep.” Shara crosses her arms. “You’re not getting into trouble, are you?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Ah, good.” Shara relaxes her arms. “You’re just making rich friends then.” She gestures to Tina’s car, a shining beacon in between two rust buckets. “Though they could’ve had the courtesy to give you a ride to school.”

“Then I wouldn’t have a way to get home.”

“Oh? So they’re not from the same school?”

Aiden grabs his keys from the hook by the door. “I gotta go now, Mom.”

Aiden makes his way to his car before she can respond, wondering what he’s supposed to do now. They’ll eventually find Squone and Nawi, who have zero awareness of their surroundings, and ground them before they can take off. Then…the bear shakes his head, he won’t let that happen, especially since the IPBPA are here because of him. But he doesn’t know where Nawi and Squone live. And they never come down from the mountain before the afternoon; he has looked for them on weekends.

He jams his key into the ignition and drives to school. He forgot his backpack, but he makes it through the day fine enough. He resists the temptation to speed his way home–the last thing he needs is to get pulled over. His legs, however, can race all they want when he arrives home. Running downhill with his weight, he reaches the clearing at a record pace.

Aiden slows down at Nawi’s voice: “You’re so impatient today.”

“Stop squirming, I almost stuck my ovi–” Squone breaks into a moan. “Oh, that’s marvelous. But you know I’ve got to give you my penis instead.”

After assuming his position in a bush, Aiden sees Squone with his smaller dick on the outside of Nawi’s leg. Combined with what he said…is the big one not a penis? Is it so gargantuan that they call it a big ol’ slab of meat instead? What was that word Squone almost said? Aiden can’t think of one word that starts with “ovi,” and concludes that the dragon misspoke and meant to say, “other penis.”

Besides, he’s got a show to watch, and interrupting it won’t end well, so he pushes his shorts down. Squone wiggles around so his larger dick is the visible one as usual.

A couple minutes later, the bear’s mind is in a logicless state when Squone hobbles around like the first time, aligning his urethra towards Aiden, who makes no effort to move. Instead, he waits until the chrysanthemum shoots all over his snout, and throws himself into orgasm, not bothering to quiet his shuddering gasps this time.

After he comes down and pulls his shorts up, his phone vibrates. The nearness to his sensitive sheath causes him to squeak, which still doesn’t draw the dragon’s attention, so Aiden answers the call from his mother.

“Honey, are you outside right now?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your ‘friend’,” the quotation marks are audible in Shara’s voice, “is parked at the end of the road, down where you typically are, along with a few other vehicles.”

Shit. Aiden could explain away his own cum on himself, maybe even just the dragon’s. But both? There would be no doubt he fancies them. He could, however, sneak past the dragons without warning them. That way Tina and the rest will be distracted with them, while he washes off in the river. Even if he is caught on his way home, they won’t be able to prove anything.

“You there?”

“Yeah, Mom. I…I love you.”

“I love you too, but what’s going on?”

“I’m about to do something stupid.” Aiden hangs up before Shara can respond. She immediately calls back, so he silences his phone.

He rises from the ground and approaches the pair lying on their sides in the grass. “I hate to cut you guys short, but–”

“Who are you?!” Nawi jumps to his feet.

Squone looks over at Aiden, then rests his head back on the ground, panting.“That’s just the bear who’s been watching us.”

“What!?” Nawi shouts. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” Squone lifts up enough to meet the other dragon’s eyes. “You didn’t notice? I thought that’s why you insist on mating here.”

“I’m not into that! I just the view of the r–”

“Shut up for a second,” Aiden interrupts, earning a glare from the dragons. “Sorry, but there’s somebody coming for you both. We h–”

Squone springs up, wings extending.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” the bear finishes.

“We?” Nawi stretches his wings. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Be nice, Nawi. He’s helping us, and I doubt his people will accept him with my fluids covering his muzzle.”

“Fine, but he’s not riding me. Where should we go? Over the mountain?”

“No, that’s where the city is,” Aiden answers. “Um, east. There’s a national park. We’ll be safe there.”

“Over the mountain it is then.”

“Nawi,” Squone whines. “He has no reason to lie, just go east.”

“He definitely does, but I’ll trust your judgment.” Flapping his wings, Nawi sprints across the clearing. He jumps and barely passes over the treeline.

Squone crouches. “Hop on before I ditch you.”

Despite instruction, Aiden hesitates; is this the start of the rest of his life with the dragons? Is he never going to see his mother again? No, he can find his way home from the park, and he’ll make something up.

Aiden’s just tall enough to wrap his arms on the dragon’s back and hoist himself up into a sitting position. Enveloped by the onyx fluff, he waits to ascend.

Whatever Squone says, it must not be important, because he races forward, forcing Aiden to cling to his soft fur, or else fall off his back. But that does nothing for when Squone jumps, forcing the bear down into his coat and enshrouding him in darkness. His first instinct tells him to get back up, but he doesn’t trust himself not to fall off without all four limbs hanging on. So he lays there, even as the ride becomes smooth and silent due to Squone flapping less frequently. Combined with the dragon warmth–not like the oppressive heat of the sun, more calming and comforting–he loses track of time and is unsure if he has drifted off or not.

Squone slowing down knocks Aiden out of this state. He starts to rise, then notices the trees are still just below him and stops. “Why are you flying so low?”

“Going too far above the treeline is dangerous. These metal creatures appear that, while slow, spit fire that is quite painful.” Before Aiden can explain what those actually are, the dragon veers, saying, “Nawi found something he likes. We’re touching down soon.”

Soon after, Squone rears up, rapidly flapping his wings, then all is still. The dragon says something Aiden doesn’t catch, then, “You can get off of me now.”

“Right, sorry.” When Aiden swings his leg over, he slides off faster than he expects and falls onto all fours, his muzzle dangling over a cliff. “Oh shit!” He jerks back into the dragon, who looks at him with a tilted head.

Aiden mutters another apology as he realizes he’s overreacted; the overhang he stands on is stable. Still, he can’t stop thinking that the pointy pine trees twenty some meters down would skewer through him if he fell. Putting that into the back of his mind, he overlooks the forest, and…a prairie stretching past the horizon. But there is no prairie near the national park; he’s been there a thousand times. He blinks, but it stubbornly remains in existence.

It hits him: Squone called the “metal creatures” slow, and they were flying for who knows how long; he could be anywhere.

“Look! There’s a spring,” Nawi says from behind him, in a mountain cave with the other dragon. Nawi dips a paw into a small stream that continues underneath the wall. “Cool water too. This place is perfect!”

“I don’t know. We didn’t fly that far.” Squone lowers and laps up the water.

“I swear if you make me do another several-hour flight, so low as well,” Nawi splashes water into Squone’s face, “I’ll ban your topping privileges for a year!”

“I’m fine with that. They found us pretty fast even with being careful. Imagine without.”

“That was my fault.” Aiden joins the dragons next to the spring, scoops up the water in his paws, and does his best to get all the cum off his muzzle.

“Okay,” Nawi drawls. “So what you’re saying is, we should chuck you off the cliff.”

“Nawi!” Squone warns. “If you keep being so rude, I’ll ban your topping privileges for a year.”

Nawi tucks his tail between his legs. “Sorry.”

“What’s your name, bear?” Squone asks. “I’m sure you’ve gathered ours.”

After giving them his name, Aiden takes his phone out–the only thing he brought besides the clothes he wears–to confirm that the data is turned off. Even if it was on, though, he has no bars. “Don’t you guys worry: the way they tracked me won’t happen again.” When he unlocks his phone, it opens to the call log, where it shows twenty-one missed calls from his mother. “You guys wouldn’t happen to be able to get me back where I was? Or know where we are?”

“Too dangerous to return there,” Squone answers. “And we haven’t known where we are in a long time.”

“Did you see any buildings or some kind of landmark?”

Nawi shakes his head. “I specifically picked this place because of the lack of signs of settlement from your people.”

“You should stay with us.” Squone grazes the bear’s leg with his tail. ”I’d love to have you.”

“Um…” Is this why they went so far? Instead of flying to the park, they brought him here, so he would have no choice but to be with them. Aiden drops his phone. Did he get kidnapped? Despite the pleasant coolness of the cave, he finds it hard to breathe.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Probably just motion sickness from the flight–happens to the kobolds.” Squone nudges the bear’s side. “Lay down, Aiden, and I’ll go hunt you something, for when it passes.”

Aiden complies, the warmth from the dragon’s touch radiating and helping him breathe, even though the dragon caused the problem in the first place. “Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.” Squone turns towards the exit. “Come on, Nawi.”

Nawi sniffs the phone a few times before following the other dragon out.

Aiden ensures his phone is fine, even if it’s useless for anything besides a flashlight, and turns it off; maybe he’ll need the battery later.

Is this his home now? Sure, he won’t have to attend school anymore, and he’s with the dragons as he’s dreamed, but is a cave really a place to live? It has no running water (the stream doesn’t count), no internet, and it’s so…cramped.

No, the cave isn’t what makes him feel claustrophobic; the cave has more than enough room for two dragons after all. What makes the walls close in is thinking about how he left his mother. At best, she thinks he’s dead. At worst, she’s browsing the list of all the other atrocities dragons are believed to have committed. And what last words did he give her? I’m about to do something stupid. He knew he would be fine–at least that the dragons wouldn’t harm him–so why didn’t he say that?

Needing air, he throws himself to his feet and out of the cave. While the dragons can’t help him home, they didn’t seem like they wanted to stop him either. He’ll find his own way home, and once he does, he’ll come back to tell the dragons to move so he can give the IPBPA this location. That way he can sell the (perhaps truthful) idea that he was kidnapped. The exact cave even, that way they can find some of their fur or something.

In the distance, Nawi and Squone rise above the treeline, both carrying something in their maws. When they near, he can see one is also carrying something in a forepaw. Aiden retreats into the cave right before Nawi lands, bringing a gust of wind with him. He hurries into the cave and plops the deer down. Squone hovers and drops the deer out of his leg. Due to a lack of space, he can’t land, and for a second Aiden thinks he’s expected to pick it up, but Nawi grabs it with the ease of a feral dog playing fetch.

They both take their two deers inside, then hold a paw to its breast. Blood swirls out through a non-existent wound, its metallic stench filling the cave, and forms into a bowl, despite remaining liquid. As they eviscerate the deer, they drink the blood and bite chunks off. Aiden looks away, but he can’t cover his ears enough to mute the squishing sounds.

“The third one’s yours, Aiden,” Squone says. “Go on. You’re not expected to give anything in return.”

“Um, you’re not going to cook them?”

“Cook?” Nawi asks. “No, we don't have the luxury of that anymore.”

“I don’t want to get sick.” Aiden dares a glance at the dragons, who have thankfully paused. “Can you just…breathe some fire on it for me?”

“Fire magic is a bit too advanced for us.” Squone removes his claws from his meal, and approaches the bear. “But if the problem is just a weak digestive system, I can do this.” He places a forepaw on Aiden’s stomach.

“Aren’t you a dragon?” Aiden grabs Squone’s paw with both of his, but hesitates to push it away. “Isn’t that, like, what you do?”

“I’m not a dragon, I’m a…” The next sounds to leave Squone’s mouth are guttural gibberish. “Well, that’s inconvenient. I’m kinda like a…” More unintelligible vocalizations.

“What are you saying?”

“It’s my native speech; our translation spell sucks. Better ones can find substitutes for when there isn’t a word for something in another language, but this one already took us a lot of trial and error.”

Nawi pulls his maw away from his deer. “Took me a lot of trial and error. Be thankful we have one at all. You couldn’t remember the first thing.” He licks the blood off his lips. “And dragon is close enough.”

Squone’s paw shimmers on the bear’s abdomen. “Oh, right. The spell.” Static spreads through Aiden, like when a limb falls asleep. When normal feeling returns, he’s starving.

“What did you do to me?”

“I helped.” Squone returns his leg to the floor.

Staring at the carcasses no longer twists the bear’s stomach, instead it growls. Whether the change is due to hunger or magic, he doesn’t care, he needs to eat that deer. Not the hide though, and he kicks himself for forgetting his backpack: there’s a knife (school rules be damned) in there he could use.

“Why do you still hesitate?” Squone looks at Aiden’s comparatively meager claws. “Do you want help preparing it?”

“Um, yes, please and thank you.”

“It’s no issue.” The dragon hops to it, draining, skinning, and disemboweling it within a minute.

“Could you also, like, cut off a piece for me?”

“Sure.” Squone severs a thigh from the body and the rest of the leg, then pads over to his own deer and digs in.

With both paws, Aiden slowly brings the thigh to himself. His stomach screams at him, so he closes his eyes, opens his mouth, and chomps. Not cold–the kill is too fresh for that–but not quite hot either. Incredibly stringy, forcing him to jerk his head to tear such a big bite off. Mushy parts nearly make him gag, but then the flavor hits him: savorier than the most expensive steak he’s ever been able to afford. He takes the meat away from his face to let it sink in, allowing him to notice Nawi staring at the removed organs of the bear’s deer. Both of the dragons no longer have a similar pile next to their carcasses.

“You can have them if you want.”

“Really?” Nawi’s canid-like tail thumps behind him. “Even the heart?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

All in one breath, Nawi rambles, “I was wrong about you! You’re the nicest person we’ve met since we woke up. Not even Squone would do this for me. Thank you!” He rips off a leg of his deer and tosses it near the rest of the bear’s meal. “Fair trade.” He scoots the organ pile to his own spot and chows down with a satisfied rumbling.

Squone chuckles. “I see you’ve found the key to his heart.”

“The key to his heart is a heart.” Aiden laughs, but stops when no one else does.

“Whatever joke you made didn’t translate well,” Nawi says, already finished with his treat. “The magic can find equivalent idioms, but can’t handle plays on them very well.”

They continue their meal in as much silence as all the tearing allows. When Aiden is done with his thigh, he moves on to the thigh Nawi gave him, since it’s not attached and he doesn’t want to try something new. How he is still hungry, he briefly wonders, only setting the leg down when his jaw is tired from how much he’s had to chew. The dragons have long since finished, rinsed off in the spring, and dumped the remains off the cliff, claiming the scavengers will take care of it. Now, they’re curled up together. Aiden yearns to join that ball of fluff, instead of sleeping on the hard rock, but isn’t sure they would welcome that. Thankfully, his padding keeps it from being too uncomfortable, and after eating so much, he quickly passes out.

*

“We just moved, so we’ll have enough time to deal with the consequences later.”

“You’re just disguising your lust with half-baked logic. But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn you down!”

The excited shouting convinces Aiden to open his eyes. They meet Nawi’s vermillion ones right before he bucks his hips into Squone beneath him. At first, he thinks he’s dreaming, since he’s had a lot of similar ones, and flicks his eyes to the action, where the dragon is using his bigger dick, his smaller one grinding on Sqoune’s haunch. But then the mixture of the floral scent, and the male and female musk wafts over to him, something his unconscious mind could never replicate.

Despite his arousal, he flips over to his other side and waits for them to be done. While their moans echo, they seem louder as well, making his attempts to ignore it seem like forever, but eventually, the moans quiet into panting.

After several minutes of them catching their breath, Squone saunters over to the bear. “You didn’t pleasure yourself this time?”

“That would be kinda weird.” Aiden is about to flip back over before he thinks where his eye level would be. He rises instead. “Since, like, I know you know I’m watching.”

“Oh.” The dragon looks down to the rock floor, then over to the spring. “That seems backwards.” He whirls around, his tail hiding his fun parts, and exits the cave.

“Where are you going?” Nawi follows the other dragon out. “You forgot to give me my cuddles!” They both leap off the edge as they flap their wings.

On the far side of the cave, the dragons left a puddle of their fluids, which smells as delicious as always. But Aiden doesn’t want those thoughts, so he sits on the overhang outside and gives himself a quick tug, letting his own cum fall into the trees below.

Why didn’t he tell the dragons he doesn’t plan to stay? I got distracted, he excuses himself with. But the real reason is deeper than that: Squone. Even though the logical side of Aiden tells him the dragon basically kidnapped him, the other part focuses on that he’s been so caring, bordering on affectionate with those couple touches. Breaking the news to him would cause an expression on his muzzle the bear doesn’t want to see. That “oh” was bad enough.

What was that about anyway? Why did they do it in front of him, and dial up the intensity? Did Squone want him to join? It was tempting, but Aiden can’t get in a relationship only to leave soon after, and isn’t sure if sex would commit him to one. With some species and cultures, that’s the expectation, with others, not so much, and he couldn’t ask while they were in the middle of it. More than that, he fears that intimacy will make it harder to want to leave, even if he still knows he should. He can’t abandon his mother, his life, or whatever future for some dragons he’s got the hots for.

He spots the dragons on their way back. Already quite close, so while he’s in the way, he would only be more so if he rose. Nawi lands on the edge opposite where the bear is, and shuffles inside so Squone has space to do the same.

Once the rustling of tucking their wings ceases, Aiden says, “I’m gonna try to return home.”

“Okay,” Nawi replies. “We can’t really help you with that.”

“I figured. I’ll try to find something myself.” Aiden informs them of the plan to give the location of the cave away.

“That’s inconvenient, but I understand all too well the desire to return home.” Squone unfurls his wings. “Do you want a ride down?”

“I’ll climb down.”

“Just scream if you hurt yourself,” Nawi says, his voice distancing. “Oh! Your deer’s still here!”

“Have at it. Just clean up your messes while I’m gone.” Aiden turns around so he can grab the ledge and lower himself. Since his feet don’t quite reach the lip, he cranes his neck and confirms he’s right above it before letting go.

*

Over the next week, Aiden realizes how arrogant it is to think he can find civilization when the dragons don’t spy anything from the air. All he finds is trees and more trees, dense enough that the branches snag on his clothing and tear it. But he has to get out when the dragons decide to fuck (curiously, Nawi has lost his topping privileges despite being nice), and he forages berries to balance out the deers the dragons hunt. What ones are safe, he has no idea, but if he can eat raw meat, a berry surely can’t be his downfall. And they’re plentiful, enough so he doesn’t have to go out every day to have some for every meal.

On one of these lazy days, Squone breaks the silence with a tortured whine.

Nawi rushes in from outside. “Cramps?”

The other dragon nods.

“Lay down with me.”

They curl up on their sides, Squone occasionally whimpering.

“What’s going on?”

“Just dealing with the consequences of earlier fun.” Squone whines again, clinging to the other dragon, and blood suddenly flows from his tailhole.

Aiden jerks his gaze away, but that does nothing to block the metallic scent, more pungent than the deer’s blood. He retreats outside, where only the whimpers and whines reach him. Nauseous, the bear can’t descend the cliff, so sits down and waits for it to pass.

Is this why they don’t use their bigger penis? It causes anal tearing so bad that it bleeds a week later? But that doesn’t make sense. Unless Squone is a masochist, he should have screamed in agony, not bliss, when Nawi was fucking and tearing him with his bigger dick. And a week after, it should have started healing, not bleeding for the first time.

It must be something else, but what else causes bleeding like that?

Pondering that question moves the knots in the bear’s stomach to his head. He gives up, but before he can climb down to the forest, Squone emerges from the cave. “Would you like to bathe with us in the river? After that, I need one desperately. And I don’t mean to be rude, but your fur is supposed to be white, right?”

There’s a river? While bathing together is more intimate than Aiden wants to be with the dragons, a river is a surefire way to find civilization. “Sure, I’ll go with you guys, but can I ride Nawi?”

“That’d be best. I’m still not one-hundred percent.”

“Nawi comes up from behind the other dragon. “Just offer me up, I don’t mind.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. Let’s go.” Squone crouches, as if preparing to jump, but his legs wobble. Giving up, he straightens, and simply walks off the edge. His wings catch him a meter or two above the trees, then he shoots off with momentum seemingly from nowhere.

When Aiden looks over to the other dragon, he sees him crouching, beckoning the bear over with his head. While Nawi’s only has a few centimeter height advantage over Squone, it’s enough that Aiden can’t reach to hook his elbow over his back. With his only other option being to tug at the dragon’s fur, he leaps up, finds purchase on the dragon’s spine, and scrambles up and into a sitting position.

Nawi speaks in “draconic” or whatever language they speak, but unlike the other times he’s heard it, it has a melody.

“Is that a spell?”

“Yeah, the incantations needed for bigger spells don’t get translated.” Nawi readies his wings. “This one’s for flying.”

At first, Aiden connects that to Squone’s sudden increase in speed, but he hadn’t said anything beforehand. “Isn’t that what your wings are for?”

“Not to fly, for flying. It protects the rider against the wind, and some other miscellaneous things. Oh, it prevents you from falling off. Even if you want to, funnily enough. I can trap you up there forever.”

Aiden considers testing that before a more pressing curiosity flicks across his mind. “So it’s completely unnecessary for me to do this.” He lays forward and clutches the dragon’s fur like he did when he rode Squone.

“Ahhh, definitely no need to get frisky with me. That’ll get me distracted, and a distracted flier isn’t a flier for long. I’ll go slow since you’re so worried about it.” True to his word, Nawi hops off the edge and ambles along with the wind.

Aiden looks around, but since they’re at about the same height as the overhang, he can’t see anything new until they cross the forest to the prairie: wide-open and bare save for the occasional tree, a river winding across the horizon, and Squone landing along it.

It’s not long before Nawi and Aiden are doing the same next to the crystal-clear water. Squone has already entered–the water shallow enough it only comes up past his legs–and flops onto his side, floating. After Nawi says more words in his native tongue, Aiden dismounts, allowing Nawi to join the other dragon.

Aiden strips out of his tattered clothing, then dips into the cold, refreshing water, polluting it as his fur releases matted dirt from his forest journeys. Without any shampoo, he settles on scrubbing at it until it returns to its natural snow white color. The dragons don’t even do that much, instead lazing along with the gentle current and paddling back up to the bear on occasion.

“You’re not going to clean yourselves?”

“Eh, there’s nothing visible,” Nawi answers.

“Nothing’s visible with fur that dark.”

“I mostly just need to wash the scent away,” Squone responds.

While it bothers him, Aiden returns to washing himself, now sitting on the bank and working grime out from between his toes. If he’s been able to walk around this dirty, he shouldn’t be concerned about the dragon’s cleanliness. But his excuse is ignorance of a place to wash, and the best they’ve got is their lack of handpaws to make things easier, which the bear could alleviate. It’d be a good way to pay back all the food they’ve given him, and if they try to escalate it into anything, he’ll stop them.

After he finishes with himself, he wades over to the pair. “I’ll do it for you guys if you’re going to be lazy.”

“Yes please!” Nawi rolls onto his feet. “There’s nothing I’ve missed more than the kobolds and their little hands.”

“Kobolds? You must be from pretty far away.” At the deepest point where they are, the water only submerges Aiden up to his stomach, allowing him to maneuver his arms freely. He entwines his fingers with the fur of the dragon’s neck and drags it out between them. He feels nothing but water in it, so maybe this is unnecessary.

“Forever away I’m afraid,” Squone replies, watching the pair intently.

“Can you tell me where? When I figure out where we are, I can point you in the direction of wherever.”

“That would do us no service.”

“Irrelevant anyway!” Nawi presses his side into the bear. “Come on now.”

Since he already said he would, Aiden scrubs the long, black fur against the firm muscles beneath. Once he’s covered the neck and travels up, Nawi’s head slackens into his touch. He holds him up with one paw as he softens his ministrations up and around the dragon’s ears, and across the top and bottom of his snout.

The content rumbling dispels any thought of stopping. Even making him hesitate before freeing his paw from Nawi’s head and trudging through the water to the dragon’s side. At Nawi’s request, Aiden uses his full strength to knead down from under his folded wing. By the time he’s crossed his haunch, he has to shake the feeling back into his paws. Which Nawi interprets as an instruction to present his other side, splashing water onto the bear with each plod.

If it wasn’t for the pink of the setting sun arcing across the horizon, Aiden would’ve asked for a break. Instead he starts with what’s before him: the dragon’s back leg. The silky sensation fades as his paws become numb with exhaustion. Unfortunate, but it allows him to pretend that there is something to scrub out; that this is a needed service instead of one driven by desire. Nawi’s rumbling amplifies, almost like a purr except lower-pitched, motivating Aiden to continue, and eventually, finish.

The instant Nawi bounds away, Squone replaces him. “My turn.”

“Not quite!” Nawi leaps out of the river, stretches his wings out, and lands supine on the bank. “I still need my other half done.”

As the bear advances, he forces his eyes away from where they want to stare and to the dragon’s wings instead.

“Be careful with those, they’re sensitive.”

Aiden kneels down next to the dragon and caresses, rather than his earlier massaging, through the thinly-furred wing. His muscles get rest, granting him enough feeling to note the contrast of the yielding membranes and the rigid bones connecting them. When he shuffles around to reach a different section, the wings twitch in anticipation of his touch returning. After the third occurrence of that, Aiden has circled the wing to the dragon’s hind leg. He contemplates how to reach Nawi’s torso without stepping on his wing, and only comes up with one possibility.

Averting his gaze to the pink-streaked sky, he crawls up from between Nawi’s hind legs and settles his knees on his abdomen. He puts his entire body weight into his fingers as he travels up and down the dragon’s chest, which disappointingly lacks nipples. Aiden kicks himself for thinking that, before realizing that they would probably be on his stomach, like they are on most mammalian (if that’s what the dragons are) quadrupeds. But that’s far too close to–He shakes his head before he can think the word.

Paws on the end of Nawi’s rib cage and unwilling to go further, he clumsily hops off, nearly falling into the water. He sets himself to the other wing, rushing through it. A minute later, he rises away and turns to the water, where Squone has been rapt.

Before he can get into the river, Nawi says, “You forgot something.”

Aiden faces Nawi again, ready to reject his advances, then sees him wiggling his toes. How’d he forget about that? When he heads over to one of his forepaws, he sees that they do need cleaning, gunk lodged between the pads. Due to the rinsing in the river, it falls out easily, and his leg is as spotless as the rest of him. The other foreleg is much the same, and so would be the hindleg, if not for what’s also in his field of vision as he looks down at the paw. Hard-looking white spots prevent the sheathes from blending in, making Aiden unable to stop staring in his periphery, even as he shifts to the other leg. If bathing is his excuse, shouldn’t he finish the job?

“Would you mind if I, um…” Aiden gestures rather than uttering the word.

“Please, we can never get it out without hurting ourselves.”

Aiden straddles Nawi’s tail and leans forward. Even dormant, which sheath houses the bigger tool is obvious. Further marked by the sac hanging beneath the smaller pouch rather than between both of them. The asymmetry irks him, so he focuses on what he’s supposed to be doing: working the cum off. His efforts bear little fruit, except stirring within, but he doesn’t dare use more force or his claws. Instead, he feels for where a splotch lifts a little, or rubs at it until there is one, then uses that to peel it off. Only when the movement within ceases does he realize he’s brought the dragon to full mast. After removing what still sticks, he stands.

Nawi sways his hips side to side, jiggling his erections. He clearly wants more, and Aiden wants to give it, but just the thought of repeating this process banishes that temptation. Besides, all his chiseling has accomplished is spreading it all over the dragon’s belly. So he scoops up some water and, after Nawi nods, dumps it over him, washing the chunks away into the dirt and making the erections retreat from the cold.

Squone patters on the river’s surface. “Now it’s my turn.”

Aiden sighs, then he sees the dragon’s tail swishing and spraying water behind him. He can’t deny him looking like that, unless he wants to hear another one of his mumbled “oh”s. So he repeats the extensive cleaning process. Tiredness, both the sleepy and overexerted kind, slows his motions, but soon enough they’re on the bank. Squone shows more restraint, only peeking by the time Aiden is done with his sheathes.

Aiden tries to wash his clothes, but they fall apart. So he leaves them, and lounges with Nawi and Squone in the departing sun. Once they’re dry, and a quick flight later, Aiden collapses in what has become his corner.

With the discovery of the river, he can finally get home, or at least to civilization where they can get him there. He’ll miss Nawi and Squone, but his mother will be so happy to see him, and hopefully cook him some fish–he’s missed that almost as much as her.

*

The next morning Aiden wakes with the dragons looming over him.

Nawi nudges the Squone’s side. “Say it.”

Squone tenses, glancing toward the exit of the cave, then the water, and finally to the bear. “I want to breed you.”

“We want to breed you,” Nawi corrects.

“Wow, you just come right out with it.” Aiden sits up. After all that self-control yesterday, is this all it takes? “I can’t say I don’t want the same thing, but it’s just…I don’t want a long-term relationship. If we do this, I’m still leaving, though I’ll probably have to hold off till tomorrow.”

“That’s…strange,” Squone mutters. “Why would you still leave after we–”

“We’ll take what we can get,” Nawi interrupts. “Do you have any remaining sex organs beyond that penis and those testicles?”

“Uh, no. Is that a probl–”

“Nope! Because unlike this loaf,” Nawi smacks Squone with his tail, “I paid attention in school.”

“Oh please, you only cared about the sex-related stuff.”

“Better than not at all.”

“You guys went to school? There must be a lot of you.”

“Hmm, that is irrelevant.” Nawi switches to native language with rapid-fire, yet rhythmic, words, then places a forepaw right above the bear’s sheath, glowing like when Squone used magic, except brighter and warm.

“What are you doing to me?”

Nawi stops incanting. “I’m making it so you can receive us properly.”

“You mean tha–” Aiden’s stomach lurches…as well as the rest of his organs. Shifting, making room for a mass growing inside him. “Did you just give me…ovaries? I thought you just wanted to fuck, not knock me up. ”

“Ovaries weren’t my priority. I only gave you a new womb branching off from your rectum. Did you want me to give you ov–”

“No!” Aiden throws the dragon’s paw off of him. “Can you undo it?”

“I…I don’t remember how. Why would you want that?”

“Because I don’t want it!” Aiden snaps, then takes a deep breath. “Sorry, it’s just…” How’s he supposed to go home with a womb? Will they think he’s tainted? Or dissect him for science? Just kill him for being unnatural? “At least you weren’t able to finish.”

“What do you mean? I finished.” Nawi tries to touch the bear’s stomach, but he swats the paw away. “I felt it forming inside you.”

“Doesn’t matter if we’re not going to use it.” Squone sighs. “I was really looking forward to using my ovipositor.”

“Your what?”

“That translated perfectly. What’s your confusion?” Squone turns around and lifts a hind leg.

Nawi pokes the other dragon’s bigger sheath. “That’s his ovipositor. It plants the eggs made by his ovaries.”

“You both have ovaries?” Aiden blinks a few times, trying to wrap his head around all the implications of that. “Are you even male?”

“Male, male, male. Sounds like a word out of a textbook.” Squone faces Nawi. “If you really paid attention in school, now’s your time to prove it.”

“Um…I know it. It’s somehow related to the word ‘female’.” Nawi shakes his head. “Agh, I can’t remember.”

“So why do you use masculine pronouns for each other?”

“Speak plainly,” Squone says. “I can’t handle these textbook words.”

“Pronouns are words like ‘he’ or ‘she’.”

“You just said the same word twice,” Nawi informs

“Huh, but ‘they’ is a different word?”

“Yes, but,” Squone tilts his head, “I’m not following.”

“I don’t know how to explain it. I’m just gonna stick with ‘he’.”

“Okay?”

They all stare at each other for a minute, until a strange, empty feeling urges Aiden to move things along. “So, one of you would plant eggs in my…womb.” Acknowledging he has a womb feels ridiculous, but what else could this growth inside him be? “And then the other would fertilize them?”

“Yeah,” Nawi drawls. “Were you never taught how hatchlings are made?”

“My species reproduces differently. We don’t have ovipositors.”

“Oh,” Squone responds. “We thought it got cut off, and your womb and ovaries were excised.”

“Why would that happen?”

“I don’t know. Your people are cruel.”

“Not that cr–”

“Enough of this!” Nawi interjects. “I’ve pumped myself up for breeding so I better at least get a mating soon.”

“If you want it that bad, why don’t you breed Squone? He has a womb, right?”

“We can’t fly past the first few weeks of pregnancy. Now, I haven’t topped in forever, so who's taking my dick?”

Despite being as horny as when he first hit puberty, dicks are unappealing. Like drinking water when hungry, it’ll technically fill the emptiness, but with something that is (currently) useless. But drinking the water with the food…that gets the bear drooling. “I’ve changed my mind. Breed me.”

“Absolutely!” Nawi rolls onto his back. “Get on me and Squone will get on both of us. You’re going to love this!”

“Now, now, Nawi. We’ll have to do it one at a time. He’s small.”

“I can do it.” Aiden stands over Nawi. “How is this going to work? I ride you?”

“No, no. Squone won’t be able to line up if we did that. Lay face-down on my belly.”

He presses down into the soft, black fluff he’s stared longingly at for over a month. If not for the aching in his loins, he would’ve fallen asleep from pure comfort. He reaches behind him and finds the dragon’s cock, abandons it, and finds the ovipositor instead. Aligning it and letting it slather its juices, he waits for the dragon to thrust.

Squone gets over both of them, and the other dragon leverages against him, applying pressure to the bear’s unyielding tailhole until…until a paw bats away their attempted union–so Nawi and Aiden form a unison whimper instead.

“It’s my turn to use my ovipositor.” Squone crouches down, sandwiching the bear in warm darkness. Two hardnesses drag down his back and to his taint. “And again, Aiden can’t handle both, so just wait, Nawi.”

“I said I can do it.”

“I’ll believe you if you can take me without needing a pause.” Squone’s flared tip catches on Aiden’s pucker and he bucks his hips, only for it to slide up his back. “That only ever happens once.” He adjusts his position and tries again with a more gradual increase of force, but again, he’s denied.

“Don’t worry, Aiden, the longest I’ve waited for him to figure it out is ten minutes.”

Squone growls, “It’s just how low to the ground this is.”

“My arms are trapped. Can you–thank you.” Limbs no longer pinned, Aiden holds the dragon steady on the next attempt. He feels himself yield before pain jolts through him, from his spine to his fingertips, causing them to become limp. But they’re no longer needed, the flared head has entered him, and the following inches crush any shred of confidence Aiden had.

“Squone, stop,” Nawi commands, bending forward to nuzzle the bear. “You’re alright, you’re alright. Is this your first time?”

“Um, bottoming yeah.”

“I’m so sorry,” Squone says. “I…I didn’t know, and you seemed so assured.”

“I’ll definitely wait my turn. Or actually, can you lift up a little?” Nawi asks.

When Aiden tries, Squone helps with a forepaw.

Nawi wiggles his erections astride Aiden’s. “Focus on the pleasure and the pain will fade in time.” He thrusts back and forth, the ridges of his penis grinding on one side of the bear’s and the smoother ovipositor massaging the other side. While in the middle, the dragon’s fur tickles up and down. Combined with Squone steadily trickling hot, yet soothing ovifluid into the bear, it’s only a few seconds before Aiden murmurs, “I’m gonna…”

“It’s alright. Squone can wait a bit longer. Let it all out.”

Aiden clings to the dragon and matches the rhythm of his hips, breathing more and more frantically until it becomes a long, drawn-out moan. Over the ecstasy, he can’t feel himself unloading, but the frotting takes on a wetter sound, and his bitter, less mature scent reaches him. He hides his nose in the crook of one of Nawi’s legs, and whiffs his actual scent over the sex ones: dry and sharp.

Nestled between the two furry dragons, the heat hits him. But unlike usual, it’s more of a toasty feeling, cozy and comfortable. Before he can drift off, Nawi asks, “Feeling better?”

“Better than ever.”

“Good and…sorry again.” Squone caresses the bear’s side. “Can I continue now?”

At the reminder of the ovipositor in his rear, Aiden’s arousal resurges, faster than it ever has. “Please, I need your,” he stops himself from saying ‘cum’ or ‘seed’, and finds the proper word, “eggs inside me.”

“I’ll be gentle this time.” Squone slowly ventures deeper into the bear’s slickened passage. Despite the ovipositor tapering from the head, it’s a stretch, but anytime it gets too uncomfortable, he pauses, and Nawi rubs his hardnesses against Aiden’s, masking everything in tingling pleasure.

It isn’t until Squone licks the bear’s ear, like he always does with Nawi, that he realizes he’s hilted. When he tries to move to the next ear, he bumps muzzles with the other dragon trying the same. They giggle, and do something Aiden’s never seen them do before: a brief tongue dance, ending with a strand of saliva connecting their mouths. After it breaks, they brush noses and Squone rises.

He partially withdraws from the bear, huffing and shaking. “You’re so much tighter than Nawi. Can-can I start to really breed you?”

The overstretching feeling has passed, leaving the warmth radiating around and inside him, and the need of his womb. “Fuck yes.”

Squone slams into Aiden with a grunt, dragging him up the other dragon’s body. As Squone yanks his erection out, Nawi holds the bear in place by the shoulders. Still, the thrusts cause Aiden to shift around and frot with Nawi without input from either of them.

“I can’t…come like this.” Nawi squirms, only adding a new dimension of motion to their lengths sliding across each other. “Somebody bite me!”

Squone bends down, his thrusts consequently becoming more shallow, and clamps down on the other dragon’s neck, who growls but pushes into it.

All that does nothing for Aiden with the same issue, though he has no reason to hold back. He works his paws underneath himself and holds all the girths together, stroking as best he can in this position. He gets a look from Nawi, but–partially due to Squone jamming against sensitive spots he didn’t know he had, or had recently acquired–he ceases his fingers after only a couple seconds, spraying more of his seed onto the dragon. All the sensations fall away except that of the ovipositor, which he milks with subconscious ferocity.

Squone bottoms out, moans into the other dragon’s neck, and fills the bear in a continuous flood of eggcum. The pressure in his rectum builds and builds with no sign of slowing; the rate it leaks out only a fraction of the rate more is pumped in. So Aiden becomes too full, concerned he’ll burst like a balloon, until it all suddenly releases, to Squone’s satisfied murr. It takes him a few moments to figure out where he feels it flowing, but when he does, a wave of satisfaction relaxes him. All this pressure is good, how it should be, perfect. Heralding the pressure’s decline, the hardness draws out of him.

After a wet squelching sound, all Aiden wants to do is sleep, but a differently-shaped hardness prods at his tailhole. He shuffles up the dragon’s form and away from his cock. “I think I need to rest now.”

Squone detaches from the other dragon. “The hormones haven’t kicked in yet?”

“Or are you having second thoughts?” Nawi shifts around, then a flared head pokes the bear’s pucker. “I can use this instead, though it’ll be quite difficult and will probably make the menstruation worse.”

The tiredness ebbs, but no sex drive replaces it, allowing Aiden to think clearly. He can’t get pregnant. Especially not with fucking dragons! Sure having the womb at all is a problem, but it being full of whelps won’t help. How’s he supposed to leave tomorrow? How will he ever be accepted back into society? How will he–

Lust overrides his thought process. All that stuff is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that he has an egg–no, eggs, countless eggs!–in his womb and they need something to flourish, something that’s not far away. “I just needed a second to recover. Please, I need you to fertilize them. All of them!”

“That’s not how it works.” Nawi realigns his cock. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t try!”

Since it’s so much smaller, Aiden expects the penis to sink in without the slightest struggle, but it starts to slip and he has to quickly recenter it. When it penetrates, it brings a similar flash of pain that only ends when Squone commands, “Hold, Nawi.”

“Sorry.” Nawi takes a deep breath. “I’ve just never felt the crystalline lining before. It’s exquisite!”

“Excuse me, what’s inside me?”

“Nothing bad and it’ll fall out,” Squone consoles. “All it does is help the rectum stimulate the penis enough after the ovipositor tires the muscles.”

“Still not as good as simultaneous. But it does a bang up job!”

“Bang up job of making this difficult,” Aiden grumbles as he attempts to flip over, making Nawi moan from the bear’s insides twisting around him. Halfway through, his muscles don’t cooperate, but Squone assists, then smiles down at Aiden, who asks, “Can you kiss me?”

“Oh.” Squone’s wings twitch and his tail wraps around his leg. “I…yeah. I would love to.” Careful to not take away Nawi’s leverage against him, Squone edges closer and bends down.

“You can keep going now, Nawi. Just slowly.” Aiden bridges the gap to the dragon’s bigger muzzle. He means to control the kiss, but Nawi easing in his first ridge paralyzes him with pleasure, and the other dragon slips his tongue into him. It brings a sweet taste under the deer he ate earlier, and fills the bear’s mouth nicely, with enough room for their tongues to play with each other. He hesitates at the entrance to his throat until Aiden pulls down on his neck.

Both dragons reach as far inside the bear as they can, then they all pause, listening to each other’s heartbeat. As Aiden becomes light-headed, he makes a little noise and the dragon exits his throat to dance with his tongue again. Squone adjusts his position so his erections run along the bear’s, who grips all three with both paws.

The dragons thrust together with the synchronicity of long-time lovers. At first, Aiden can count each ridge as it pops in and out of him, but it blurs into a bundle of pleasure; along with Squone wiggling in his mouth, occasionally teasing into his throat, and the dual lengths–one with its own ridges–hugging each side of his. Only through raw willpower does it not overwhelm him. Analyzing their sounds–Squone’s gasps in his mouth, and Nawi’s huffing in his ear–he knows he doesn’t have to hold on for long.

His partners’ motions get jerkier and jerkier, then almost perfectly together, suddenly still. Nawi’s cum jetting into Aiden tempers what felt like an insatiable need, while his ovipositor and Squone’s erections soak the bear in a heady mix of male and female musk, and chrysanthemum; the scent of his own seed lost underneath. The filling isn’t as intense, instead like a nice pouch in his belly that drips through his cervix and to his (are they his?) eager eggs. The sensation not only brings satisfaction as before, but also relief. It’s done; he’s pregnant. Any conflict of choice is gone because now there is only one.

Squone’s breathing steadies and he breaks the kiss to look Aiden in the eye. “What I wouldn’t do to witness you swell with my eggs, and lay them, and for them to hatch and…” He buries his snout into Aiden’s neck. “I would conquer the world just to hand it over to you.”

“I second that!”

“Guys, no need for any of that. There’s no way I’m leaving while pregnant with your children.”

“Really!?” Nawi nuzzles into the other side of the bear’s neck. “Does that mean you’ll be our second mate?”

“Yeah,” Aiden answers, only thinking about it after, then remembering he doesn’t have much of a choice anyway. “I'll be a mate to both of you.”

Both dragons press into him, nuzzling, licking, and showering him in affection however they can, while Aiden tries to ignore the ache in his breast.