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[b][u][center]Islands of Wet Dreams

Chapter 7: Beasts of the Air

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Wheeeeeeeee!”

“For fuck’s sake, cut that out!”

Toby ignored the werewolf’s complaint, happily steering his turtle left and right, making the other two dodge out of the way or get bumped off course, even risking getting dunked in the drink if they weren’t paying attention.

“Yarr, Captain Toby will send ye to the deeps!”

“Will you fucking grow up already?! Carl, I thought that medication was supposed to fix him!”

“It...it does, this is just...part of the process.”

Fixing, fixing. Who cared about fixing? He was happy again. No Studley, no problems. Just one big mountain, an old sleeping god, and probably anywhere from a dozen to a hundred different monsters waiting to sexually distract them on their way up. What could go wrong?

He laughed as he swerved his turtle towards Lupe again, almost knocking the big werewolf off of his ride. Leaving the wolf scrabbling for balance, desperately clutching with his toes to the turtle’s shell, he let his own ride take the lead, humming a sea shanty as he went.

As he hummed, he looked up at the mountain. It was surely an impressive thing, if altogether too dark for his tastes. Looked like someone had come by and wrapped the night sky around it, with little sparkles of rock here and there along the upper slopes, and pure darkness everywhere else. He wondered, idly, if it was obsidian or merely black sand. Either way, it was striking against the ocean blue.

Thunk!

“Yarrr, why ye be bumping the captain’s turtle? Ye know the code, never touch another man’s turtle!”

“Will you stop talking like a pirate?” Carl pulled up beside him. “I think Lupe’s getting ready to shoot you.”

“Arrr, mutiny, eh? Well, I’ll sort out that ol’ sea dog, right quick!”

“You do know he’s on our side, right?”

“Side? Side? Pirates don’t got no side, boy!”

“Oh geez, this is worse than the time you thought you were Scarface…”

Toby shook his head, pointing towards the mountain.

“Ye see that there spire o’ land?”

“You mean the mountain?”

“Yes, that thing. We be climbing quick soon as we hit the shore.”

“...Toby, I’m sorry in advance for this.”

“What ye be - yaaaaaarrrrrrr!”

His student shoved him, hard, and the coyote went flying off of the turtle. He fell beneath the water’s surface, and just sank for a few seconds, staring up at the shimmering surface of the water.

[i]Hmmm, now isn’t that pretty? Lots of starry glimmers, and a pretty shadow to break it up. Maunga looks very nice from down here. Oh, look. Little bumps on the side. I wonder, monsters, or something else? Or is it just the falling of rocks? Why are things getting blurry? Oh, right, breathing.[/i]

He flailed his arms, almost catching himself on a passing fish before he kicked his way back up to the surface. The turtle obligingly let him clamber back on, and he shook his head. Carl had waited for him, though Lupe was already a few dozen feet ahead. The human patted him on the back.

“Better?”

“Better. Thank you, Carl.”

“You’re not you when you’re overmedicated.”

“No, no, I’m not. I’m better.”

“...You’re better now, or you’re better when you’re overmedicated?”

“Oh, a little of both. Looks like we might have a welcoming committee, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh, just a couple of things. Looked like bumps on the mountain, but couldn’t tell how big they were from how far off we were. Plus, you know, looking at it from underwater.”

Carl shuddered, but he just smiled and started steering the turtle towards the island. He was more excited than afraid, considering everything that he’d seen so far. A bundle of minotaurs, a clan of satyrs, nagas, and a dragon? A fully fledged dragon? There was no way that he would miss this for the world.

They made landfall just behind Lupe, and were letting the turtles go when he heard the soft crunch, crunch of footfalls on sand. He turned, and groaned.

“I’m not even going to ask how you got here first.”

“Mostly cheating.” Studley adjusted his vest. “I’m good at that.”

“Yes, I bet you are. Now, stay back? Please?”

The darker wolf nodded, taking a few steps back, and Toby let out a small sigh of relief as the tingling, switching-up sensations that came with Studley’s presence faded. He still didn’t know how that worked, save for a possible explanation in mythology. However, he wasn’t going to pursue that now. Figuring it out would have to wait until later; even if he lost the chance to confirm it, it hurt too much to think straight.

He looked up at the mountain, humming to himself before clearing his throat and clapping his hands.

“[i]Maunga, kia atawhai, me te kia piki tatou.[/i]”

For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no reverberation, not even an echo of his shout. He felt a bit silly with his hands in the air, but he clapped and repeated the phrase.

“[i]Maunga, kia atawhai, me te kia piki tatou.[/i]”

Once more, there was nothing, but there wasn’t supposed to be anything, yet. Even if he did secretly hope for something flashy. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Lupe rolling his own, and saw Studley looking slightly concerned. Let them.

“[i]Maunga, kia atawhai, me te kia piki tatou.[/i]”

This time, as he finished the line, the island shook. The ground rose out of the water by over five feet, and then plummeted back down. The ocean behind them rose with the impact, forming massive waves that went streaming out towards the other islands, and fish went flying up with it, a good six dozen or more falling down on the beaches around them.

When the bombardment of fish ceased, the mountain seemed to shift. The slope upwards, formerly steep and dangerous, sheer and deadly, changed. The dark stone rolled down in a winding path, coming to an end at the edge of the beach. Toby smiled, patting himself dry as he started walking towards the steps. He only took two steps, however, before Carl reached out and stopped him.

“What...how…”

“We’re going to visit a god, aren’t we?” Toby shrugged. “I just asked him to be nice and let us up.”

“And that worked?!”

“Actually works a lot more often than you think.” Studley chuckled. “Didn’t think of it myself, though. Thought that a god trying to carry out a diabolical plan would be less eager to let people up to see him.”

“Sleepy people don’t think too clearly, in my experience. Or at least, sleeping students don’t. I don’t think a god is that much different when he’s been asleep for thousands of years,” Toby added.

The coyote led the way up the steps, with Carl behind him, Lupe behind his student, and Studley bringing up the rear. The black steps were quite fascinating, really. Not stone, but not sand, either. In essence, they almost seemed to be glass, particularly with their lack of easy friction. They were too smooth to be anything else, yet at the same time too dark to be normal glass out of sand.

He paused, tapping it a few times with his heel, and saw it crunch along the middle of one step. The coyote shook his head, hopping over that one, before continuing up the slope.

“Careful where you walk. It’s a little fragile.”

“Maybe you be careful where you stomp, huh, Prof?”

“I don’t think any of us but the big-foot gunslinger needs to worry about that.”

Chuckling, he continued forward, following the winding trail up the side of the mountain. A pity that [i]Maunga[/i] hadn’t thought to give them railings to go along with the stairs, but at least this was better than nothing. The steps weren’t too steep, and after about an hour, they were a good third of the way up the mountainside, looming over the ocean below by a good way.

Wanting to pass the time, he called over his shoulder.

“So, I heard a dragon around here earlier. Did you or Studley see anything about that, Carl?”

“Yeah...oh, yeah, we did…”

“You must tell me. Was it a wyvern in appearance, or more of a western dragon? I’ve already discounted eastern, you see, because they simply didn’t have the lung capacity to make such long roars, and particularly not to actually destroy such swathes of forest. Of course, you remember from my classes how to identify them, yes?”

“...I recall you lecturing a lot about their dicks…”

“Well, that was but one method, of course. Wyverns, as all know, have narrower shafts, but with more varied features, ranging from knots, to barbs, to many other things. Also, they tend to wriggle. Apparently females and males find that attractive. Western dragons, on the other hand -”

“Can we NOT talk about dragon cocks that may or may not be finding their way up someone’s ass?” Studley’s complaint sounded half exasperated, half amused. “I mean, I’m pretty sure Carl wouldn’t mind all THAT much -”

“Hey!”

“But I’m not looking to get my butt plundered by scaly air ass pirates.”

“B-besides...I wasn’t looking at...that.”

“Ah, well, there were other ways. Or, perhaps, Studley, you could tell me? I’ve always been fascinated.”

“It was a western dragon, yeah. A big, blue one, with some white along its underbelly.”

Toby nodded, storing the information away for later. Not just for its interesting nature - that was a given - but also because of how it matched up with the dream that he and Carl had shared.

[i]Quite the big dragon, in all sorts of ways,[/i] he thought, rubbing at his ass a few times as he kept up the walk. [i]Didn’t hurt there, and I doubt he’d be all that cruel, particularly if he is just part of Maunga’s work to get us all trapped in a dream of some sort.[/i]

They were another hour up and almost halfway to the peak when a roar split the air. They froze, their eyes whipping every which way, and only Toby started grinning.

“Oooooh, I know that sound. I know that sound [i]so[/i] well.”

“Toby. Don’t you fucking think about it, Prof.” He heard the click-click of Lupe’s guns. “We need you further up.”

“Oh, hardly. Just get down there and wake him up.”

“And how the fuck are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know. Splash him in the face or something. He’s part fire-god, he won’t like it.”

He wasn’t paying that much attention, anyway. His interest had slipped from the group to the skies, trying to find the source of that roar. It was the same one that he’d heard in the forest, the same one that had belonged to the dragon. If he could just find where he’d gone…

Unfortunately, there was no sign, and by the time that he considered leaping off of the path to go looking on his own, Lupe had pushed past Carl and had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Toby yelped as he was lifted right off his feet, held dangling in front of the werewolf as the big guy holstered his weapons.

“Look. I ain’t sure how much you’re hearing right now, in that medicated little brain of yours, but I’m gonna use small words to get it through. You paying attention?”

He wasn’t, really. He was more looking around the skies, and kept doing that until Lupe’s other hand grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look down.

“Pay. Attention.”

“Mmmph.”

“No. Eyes on me, coyote.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Mmmmph?”

“Yes, on me.”

“Wwwwwooooooo.”

“Don’t you try whining on me. It ain’t gonna work.”

Apparently not. He crossed his arms, instead, just waiting for it to be over with. The werewolf slowly set him down, but kept forcing him to stare up at the big guy.

“You won’t run off. You. Stay. With. Us. That’s an order for your protection. And don’t you go raising an eyebrow at me.” Toby let it drop. “You made the deal. I do what you say for getting this done. You do what I say when it comes to keeping us alive. And if we’re gonna get through all this, you gotta stay with us. You’re the only one that seems to know how the hell this works. And I’m not gonna get stuck with Studley by myself.”

“Oh, didn’t end so badly last time, Lupe.”

“Tell that to the sliver of silver I got shoved in my - ugh. Anyway.”

Toby rubbed his muzzle as Lupe let him go, the coyote shaking his head. The werewolf had a point, he admitted. It was his idea to make a deal, his idea to make it something of an official agreement. And much as he wanted to see a dragon, he was supposed to be a decent person. Who just walked out on a contract, anyway?

Well, besides half of the candidates for teaching at the school after they met him, anyway.

The coyote nodded.

“I understand. I am the most important guide, after all.”

“Now hold on -”

“No, no, you made it clear. I am [i]the[/i] most important person in this group, and the one that you can’t possibly bear to part with. It’s been a long time since I was in a role like that, but don’t worry, I think I can bear it.”

He turned, hand over his chest, thumping at his heart.

“I will lead you to victory, or die trying! Forward, men!”

The coyote leaped up the steps, chased on by mutters of ‘insane, fucking insane’ from the werewolf. But, of course, it was just a method of endearment, he was sure. After all, Mr. Penis - no, Mr. Lupe - could hardly be that bothered by him.

Up, up, up the mountain they went, sweeping past rocks and sand, as well as a few monsters. They were small things, though, just samples of the [i]Impinus Slopus,[/i] or the Mountain Imp. Hardly worth looking at, and probably just scouts for other things.

Though, when he spotted kobolds coming down the mountainsides, little scaly things that barely wore more than loincloths and were armed with spears, he couldn’t help but be fascinated.

[i]After all, these things are said to be descended from dragons. Perfect for getting bred by them, making more, and then spreading the power of their monarch. I wonder, could they be serving the one up above? Yes, that would make sense. Even if they are incorporeal beings, they could easily be used as enticements for a dragon, a chance to expand one’s lineage. Then again, the dragon may be incorporeal and made corporeal, but could that mean -[/i]

Snikt.

One of the spears went flying towards him, and just barely missed. It did, however, grab him by the shirt and yank him off of the pathway, pinning him against the black rock off of the path. He groaned, feeling some grains on top of it, even as he tried to pull himself free.

[i]Stupid shirt...the one time I get one that’s well made, I’m pinned with it.[/i]

As he struggled, Lupe and Studley leaped off the path, running up the side of the mountain to engage the kobolds, while Carl rushed to his side and grabbed hold of the spear. His student tugged on it a few times, only to grunt in failure when it wouldn’t come free. The human shook his head.

“It’s stuck.”

“What do you mean, stuck?”

“It’s stuck in the rock.”

“...Strong lizards.”

“I don’t think I can pull it out.”

“Okay then, just rip it.”

“Weren’t you just -”

“I mean, bend down, grab my shirt, and pull it along the spear-head. That’ll cut it, at least.”

As his student did just that, the coyote looked up the mountain, just in time to see three of the kobolds pull off one hell of a maneuver. Two of them ducked down, while the third ran up their tails in a leaping punch towards Lupe. The werewolf seemed to look annoyed, more than anything, and slowed -

CRACK!

The kobold’s punch echoed over the mountain like a gunshot, and the werewolf got knocked back a dozen paces, sliding to a halt by the path. He groaned as he lifted his head up, rubbing his chin.

“What the fuck...how did that pipsqueak…”

“Kobolds,” Toby muttered. “And the sort that get stronger around their dragon, I’ll bet.”

“How the - that doesn’t make any goddamn sense.”

“It’s a magic island. It doesn’t have to.”

“Fuck...well, I’ll bet they’ve never had to deal with a werewolf before. I’m coming for you, fuckers!”

The werewolf was back on his feet, and back in battle by the time that Toby was back on his own. Two werewolves, eight kobolds. He looked at Carl.

“What’s your bet?”

“...Are we doing this?”

“[i]I’m[/i] not leaping into the fray. I’m [i]special,[/i] after all. They [i]need[/i] me.”

“Okay, you can stop doing the bunny quotes.”

“Fine, fine, spoilsport. But your bet?”

“...I’d say...four kobolds before one of them trips them up again?”

“Heh, I’ll beat that. Six kobolds, annnnnnd we get stuck here until Lupe finishes fucking the other two.”

“...”

“Trust me, werewolves love this stuff.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

“It’s all down to the beast-human balance, you see, and the flow of adrenaline and chemicals inducing an aroused -”

“Lalalalala, I don’t want to know, lalalalala, not listening!”

“Oh, how did you ever pass my classes with that attitude?”

Shaking his head, he turned back to the fight. It went on longer than he really thought possible, considering that the werewolves were involved, but he hadn’t really factored in the sheer immortality of the kobolds. They kept coming back, no matter what the two werewolves did to them. Buckshot, claw marks, biting, rending, throwing them off the mountain: it just amounted to pissed-off kobolds clawing their way back.

But, it ended up close to how he bet it would. Five of them were eventually thrown too far off of the mountain to return, and the other three…

Carl turned away, muttering something about not being able to forget this and needing therapy, but Toby just walked up and curiously watched the process. He had heard of werewolf ruts, of course, but this -

“Hmmm, yes, fascinating. Knotted already, but so frenzied that he can’t do anything but fuck the female with it regardless. Or…”

He leaned down.

“Ah, my mistake. Sorry, sir. Yes. Male, knot-fucked, and rutted into the ground. No complaints, either, by the look of it.”

“Grrrrr....”

“Sorry, Lupe. Would you prefer I not measure your penis right now? It’s just, quite the remarkable size, and I’d like accurate statistics -”

“Rawwwr!”

The wolf’s claws streaked through the air where his head had been, and he dropped the tape measure to the ground.

“Perhaps after you’ve gotten it out of your system, eh?”

Chased away by a growling werewolf and several scrabbling kobolds before they were pulled back, he rejoined Carl and a distant Studley as the orgy went on. It was quite fascinating to watch, really, considering the sheer practicality that the werewolf had shown before. Seeing him brought down to beast form like this, to be rendered so needy and lusty that he couldn’t move on without satisfying himself, was quite the change.

Fascinating, though. Toby pulled out his notebook, writing a few things down.

[i]Samovar was correct, after all. Werewolves, when driven to a point of true battle rather than simple slaughter, develop a priapic-like erection that must be dealt with, lest bestial behavior rule. More testing needed to determine whether such behavior is long-lasting, or simply short-term. Suggest use of pretty girls who like dogs. Perchance a cousin of a student, if I can remember her name.[/i]

He pocketed the notebook, and sat back to wait. The alternating sounds of howling werewolf orgasms and the occasional roar of a dragon further up the mountain taunted his intellectual side and his curiosity to no end, but he’d given his word. He’d stick around.

He was important, after all.

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[i]3 hours later…[/i]

Toby and Carl looked up from their thirtieth game of Tic-Tac-Toe to see the werewolf looming over them. A sloppy, stained dick dripped pre onto the coyote’s face, and Lupe glared at him.

“You...are...an...asshole.”

“Probably, but I suppose this is not a good time for a post-coital interview on the internal organs of kobolds?”

“...No.”

“Pity. Well, do try to remember. Posterity is curious, after all.”

He stood up, putting his notebook away again before looking to the side of the mountain. The three kobolds had been arranged to point towards them, and rather than looking as exhausted as Lupe did, they seemed to be wiggling their hips back and forth, as if trying to tempt them over to continue the job.

Curious as the coyote was as to the inner feelings of such creatures, he knew better. It was some luck that Lupe hadn’t been trapped in the powerful pleasures of the situation, and if they walked on, the males would soon fade away, as they were no longer enough to keep them around.

Instead, he looked up the mountain again. It wasn’t a good sight. The sun was close to setting, and they weren’t even close to the top yet.

“I think we’ll need to pick up the pace a bit.”

“How are we going to do that, Professor?”

“Easy. Werewolf riding.”

“No. No, no, no, not again, no.”

“Come on, Lupe. You know that you can carry me. You did that earlier. Three times, in fact.”

“That was when we were running away from things.”

“Oh, you mean like those?”

He pointed down the mountain, and everyone else looked down with him. A dragon and a naga had just made landfall on the beach below, the former a reddish color with a great deal of muscle on him, and the latter looking bruised across the face. Something oar-shaped, from the look of it.

Behind them were a good hundred individuals, some of them looking like they’d been ripped off of a muscle beach, the others looking like carnival employees.

“Looks like our old friend, the muscle dragon, has decided to pay us a visit. Maybe we should -”

“Nope, running now. Fuck, how many grenades did I use on him?”

“I think seven,” Toby said as he crawled up the werewolf’s back, Carl doing the same on Studley. “Maybe eight, if you count the one you shoved down his pants as two. It looked bigger.”

“Still in one piece, too...un-fucking-believable.”

And with that, they were leaping up the mountain, while the flood of newcomers chased them up the stairs. Their lead was substantial, and he had little doubt that the werewolves would let them keep it, but at the same time, he knew this was only a start. If they didn’t do something to keep these guys from following them into the mountain, then they were all screwed.

[i]Hmmm, presuming that we enter the mountain through the top, that means that they can follow us up to the same entrance without losing us. Even if we go around the mountain. So, that means we need something BIG to block the way. What do we know that’s big…[/i]

ROOOOOAR.

[i]Bingo.[/i]

He shook his head, leaning down to whisper to the bouncing werewolf, trying to ignore the occasional slip and slides as the steps cracked beneath them.

“Hey, Lupe. How much do you know about dragons?”

“Enough...not to...fuck with them…”

“And if you were to get fucked by one?”

“I [i]don’t[/i] get fucked. I do the fucking.”

“But suppose.”

“...You’re not...serious…”

“Pretty darn. I mean, I want to see the dragon, and he might help.”

“Why the fuck...would he...do that?”

“I don’t know. A hot ass?”

“...Can’t deny...you got one.”

“Why, Mr. Fluffy, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said all day.”

“Fuck...you…”

“Alright, but after everything’s done, okay? I need to make sure that this gets done right. And you guys will have to wake up [i]Maunga[/i] on your own.”

“How...do we...do that?”

“Water on his face? Shoot him in the knee? Have Carl start singing? He’s really bad at it, you know.”

“...You really...don’t know?”

“The legends didn’t cover that part. But I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He patted Lupe on the arm, and then looked towards the darkening sky. This time, he saw the silhouette of the dragon at the top of the mountain, and he saw the shimmering blue that Studley had mentioned.

[i]Hmm, looks silver rather than white, though. Wonder how they got those colors mixed up. Well...no time like the present. Here’s hoping my accent isn't too rusty.[/i]

Taking a deep breath, he leaped off of Lupe’s back and onto the mountainside. The coyote slipped down a few paces before he caught his balance, and gestured for them to keep running.

“Trust me, you probably don’t want to see this. This is going to sound atrocious, too…”

As the two werewolves and Carl kept running up the slope, he looked to the sky again. The dragon was slowly circling, but was still in sight. Probably would scorch the other three away if he didn’t do something. Though, with the way that this island worked, his own fascination would probably trap the dragon with him. The others were scared, while he…

[i]Goodness, what a beauty he is,[/i] Toby thought with a smile. [i]Weird little lump under his belly, though. Will have to ask what that is about...now...was it...yes, that sounds about right.[/i] He sucked in a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

[i]"Dov, zu'u ofan slen! Bo ahrk tinvaak wah dovah."[/i]

He’d researched many old tongues, and had remembered a number of old phrases. Maybe this one would -

Well, it had done something. The dragon had shifted course, the blue and silver beast making his way down to him. The closer it got, the bigger it looked, and Toby slowly shook his head at the sight of the magnificent beast. It looked like something from the depths of the past come to life...almost...familiar.

There was a tingle at the back of his head, almost like when Lupe had just called him by his species. It was strange, but…

He shook his head, taking a step to the side to avoid being barreled over by the dragon’s thudding landing. The beast turned, claws raking along the stone and leaving deep furrows where they passed. As the dragon loomed over him, walking up to him, the lump beneath the beast was also explained.

“Well...looks like the knots of western dragons hold as good as it says. Though I think that werewolf isn’t going to be able to take heights for a while.”

The dragon seemed to smirk at him, while the werewolf female on his cock was trembling like mad. Toby took a step forward, reaching up towards the dragon’s face, stroking along the side.

“Fascinating...truly...utterly amazing.”

“Your accent is terrible, you know.”

“I figured it would be. I’ve never heard it said out loud before, and it didn’t exactly come with a pronunciation guide.”

The dragon arched an eyeridge at him.

“You don’t seem bothered by the fact that you’re talking to a dragon.”

“Bothered? Bothered?! I’m ecstatic, is what I am.”

Toby darted to the dragon’s side, and then down to his tail. Over, under, around, all while the dragon stared at him with an eyeridge raised. He had the measuring tape in hand again, muttering under his breath as he measured the distance from haunch to hip, and hip to thigh, and from thigh to knee. Every bit of information got stored, even -

“And quite heavy back here,” he muttered, lifting the dragon’s balls upwards before letting them fall again. “Gods, but they’re like bowling balls. Bigger, even. How do you even walk with these things? They’re huge.”

“Lots of practice, and plenty of bitches to drain them for me.”

“Oh, I imagine that you’d need a true harem for these. Goodness, but how long has it been since your last one? Scant hours, I imagine.”

“About half of one.”

“And you’re still this heavy? No, no, that’s just a pitiful thing.”

He shook his head, moving beneath the dragon without even thinking about it. The big blue and silver beast lifted a hind leg, and Toby started running his fingers along the opening to the dragon’s sheath, and then down the shaft itself. Most of it had disappeared into the werewolf female beneath the dragon, but there was just enough of the knot visible for him to get his fingers on it.

“Good lord, but this is wide. She couldn’t have taken this from another werewolf.”

“Well, she hasn’t been thinking that clearly since she took it from me.”

“And clearly so. Nobody could. I mean, perhaps me, just because I’m interested in this, but -”

“HA! You? You’re smaller than her. And I bet a lot tighter, at this point.”

“Oh, most definitely, but it doesn’t stop me from being curious about it. Heavens above, it’s wider than my fist...both my fists, I think. Can you pull her off for me to see it?”

“You’re very curious, for a two-legger…”

“I’ve always had a fascination for your sort. After all, dragons are amazing.”

“And this isn’t just a way to keep me from going after your friends?”

“Oh, partially, I suppose. And you make for a great roadblock. But my GOD, you are amazing. Handsome, strong, beyond sleek in design. The idea that I’ve only seen one of you, and will only see one...It almost makes me want to cry.”

The dragon looked at him for a moment, and then leaned back. Toby had to dart out of the way to avoid being crushed, but then the blue dragon reached down, pulling the werewolf along his cock. He did it much the way that someone else might have used a fleshlight, though it wasn’t entirely to that proportion. Soon enough, the werewolf female slipped off, her pussy left gaping so wide that one could have worn her like a shoe.

And there, standing out in the cool, evening air, was the dragon’s cock. It was huge, longer than the coyote’s forearm, and with a knot that looked almost as big around as his head. He knelt down, whistling as he grabbed it.

“This...this is truly amazing.”

“Heh, do you want a name to go with that cock, coyote?”

“Hmm? Oh, probably, yes. Do you have one?”

“Of course. I am real, after all. My name is Rumiir.”

“Toby. Mind if I start?”

“Go right ahead.”

The coyote gave the dragon a thumbs up, and leaned in, swallowing the tip without the slightest hesitation. As he worked his way down, he hoped that this would be a good distraction for the others. Much as he was fascinated, he had no idea of whether Rumiir would actually work as a roadblock.

But hey, it made a good excuse to study a dragon. That was all that mattered now.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]