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Counting Stars - Sorry, But Your Friends Are Hot By Dexdor

The red dragon landed in the mountain path. One that seemed to be connected to several other underground openings nearby, something he was slightly worried about the last few days since he settled here. Considering what happened to their last home, luckily while both of them were out of the area, Support should've been one of the first things the two would look at. His mind recalled back to that conversation, regardless of how exhausted it was from sheer traveling. With the Couatl half complaining about the area regardless, specifically the smell. Making the dragon worried that there might've been a gas leak somewhere deep within those caves, and one little spark... Still, it was time for a move. The Flag just wish he could've had a few days to at least fix the place up, but his instincts and warnings demanded attention. By now, the winged serpent would've known how these things work, and she wasn't hopeless by herself. In fact, judging by the extra space and smooth grounds, Helga's been busy. Though there was still many stalactites and stalagmites that concerned him. The ground ones; stalagmites, were fine whereas their tips seemed to be rounded and overall just in the way, but it was the upper ones that worried the large dragon. Such points could be dangerous if they fell suddenly. Regardless, it was on the list of dozens of things to tend to. And right now, Dia'vidd was just too tired to think of it. Making out the warm glow of a small fire and his new, dark purple mate slumbering near it. Sighing to himself, he curled up beside her. Doing his best to not damage those black and orange wings while giving her a nuzzle before nodding off.

The dragon woke up with a pressure on his muzzle, muttering a bit before snapping his jaws. Only, they didn't move. Getting him to open those blue eyes in half confusion and witness a shiny black strap tightly over his maw. Making a noise in question before attempting to take a paw to it, only to feel those become bound as well. More black straps over his wrists and paws like mittens, connected with a few metal links. Making the male whimper a bit before attempting to get up and feel weight against his shoulders. "I don't think so, Flag." The couatl's voice came behind him, feeling the draft of her swoops come around to his vision and giving that muzzle a few rough licks with a forked tongue. Watching her devious yellow eyes closely as she half kissed him. "I warned you last time that I wanted to play when you get back." A whimper in question. "And I told you it would be a surprise, and if you didn't let me have it..." A sudden harsh grip on his ready weapon's ridges, forcing him to squirm a bit and feel his hind legs were also bound. Barely making out the spreader bar attached just under his haunches, forcing them to stand apart. "Now, I know you have many, many ways of getting out of situations like this, Love. Making it rather difficult to completely disable you, so instead I present you with a simple warning: You alter any of these straps that I've went out of my way to either create, purchase, or find..." Another harsh stroke and that weapon forced out a spray. One that felt condensed and was passing through something attached to his flare. "You savvy? Or am I going to have to stroke you off all day like that?" A slight brush this time from an invisible force made him whimper and nearly submit. Giving the snake a pair of worried blue eyes as he nodded. "Good boy." Another quick kiss and a few licks that lead up to his frilled ear. Giving it a few more tickles with that red tongue before biting onto it, testing the dragon to see if he would attempt anything other than a painful whimper. Though getting nothing but the vocal sound while her lower end rubbed against his snout. Catching the female's excited scent from there as she moved down. Regardless of his lowered shoulders, the bar between his legs were holding those haunches up. Really putting on a show for the purple serpent as she licked that heavy looking bag a few times. Adoring how full they looked, and only seemed to stretch out the more ready the dragon was. Tending him in his sleep started to show such a plump shape, causing every movement to send jiggles and ripples echoing through it. Lick after rough lick, pressing deep into that bloated sac and eventually giving it a few bites. But it was made out of tougher material than it seemed. Playfully purring as she pulled it out a little bit until she got a few whimpers from the male. Hoping that it would take a lot more punishment by the end of this session, perhaps maybe she could find a way to increase its volume using other methods later. Something to plan for a different day, of course. For now, Helga's ideals had something else in store for the now purple flag. Licking up above that presented display at the tail that was desperately trying to protect a certain exit. Giving it a few tickles and nearly make the male whimper in denial, begging her not to demand such a thing. "Come now. Open up." Another whimper. "That'll be the last time I ask you of something, dear. From now on, anymore resistance will lead to you being punished." A whine in defeat as that tail started to lift, revealing a rather taut tailhole. One that hasn't been penetrated for a rather long time. Granted, that ends tonight. Reaching off to the side with her invisible talents and brought forward a rather similar looking toy. One designed off of the current red one that was nearly throbbing for attention. Wrapping the tube that was loose around the false weapon's tower in a spiral, she gave the real thing a few rough licks. Sucking on its side and head the best she could while it was wearing such a strange contraption. Trying not to focus on its ridges just yet and just play with the well-endowed male. With a bit of time, the colorful juices flowed out naturally. Passing through the tube with ease and leaking out the other side as the hose slowly slid down the fake weapon. Giving it a nice, lubricated coating. Not letting up until the thing was nearly soaked. As much as she really wanted to just lick it completely off like it was a form of candy, it was reserved for another orifice. Catching that tail slumping down to protect the nearly glowing area, the snake gave that haunch a bit of a slap. Hearing a whimper omit, regardless if he actually felt the attack, but scare the tail upwards once again. The tailpipe was vulnerable and nearly afraid of the very air around it. Nearly clenching when that false tip touched it, getting a loud reaction out of the dragon as he attempted to look back at her. Whimpering loudly for her not to do it and meeting those yellow eyes with near frightful begging. Getting the female to smile and watch his expression widen with surprise and embarrassment as the toy started to prod his lower end. Dia's rear nearly attempting to step forward away from such a thing, but knowing the consequence for doing so, his upper area refused to follow through. Forcing it to take the lesser of two evils as that flare started separating that tailhole, at least now lubricated rather nicely and not really hurting. Nearly expecting the female to just thrust it inside until it came out of the dragon's maw at any moment, but she seemed to take great pleasure into the male's songs. Morphing from embarrassed whimpers to blissful breaths, his body at least began to relax a bit more. Nearly following every motion as instructed, as the serpent was nearly mesmerized from the motions of the fake tower and his real package. Bouncing as his form rocked back and forth with her lead. Occasionally glancing at the Flag's expression as it slowly went from begging not to, to whimpers of Just Drive It In Already. A bit more teasing as Helga waited for his breaths to get a bit deeper, as she took that loose end of the tube and catch it in her own maw. One more stanza of vocal songs and she started pressing the weapon deeper inside that tight tailhole. A few sharp whimpers were just pleads of excitement as the shaft slipped inside, rotating several times before slipping out and doing it all again. The second entrance was enough to cause the large dragon to reach orgasm and spray a flood into that tube. Letting the winged snake drink up the delicious juices as they came, of course not stopping her enjoyment of penetrating her mate. But with every torrent lost from that bloated package, several more seemed to take its place. Watching it grow out a bit more with every spray given, with every slip inside of the toy. Even after he was done his barrage, the sac was still expanding with every gasp of the dragon's. Nearly provoking the female to play with it again with her talents and licks. But before she tended to it, that toy slipped inside to its fullest, knot and all. Making Dia'vidd whimper loudly at the sudden change. Then from the back of the false tower: a small tube on its own, one that could house the hose. Taking one last drink before attaching it to the back of the toy and proceed to play with the large orbs. Rubbing her muzzle and body against the full bag as she jiggled it. Letting the package bounce almost harshly with the now orange one's songs. Making him eventually reach releasing point again when her tail lightly touched a ridge. A few sprays felt like it held more pressure than before, but it was difficult to tell with that knot in his tailhole. With several whimpers and a few more sprays, his lower end suddenly felt wet from the inside. Making the male almost shout in question, looking back at the clearly enthralled serpent as she started adding the red weapon to her list of things to fondle. Eventually causing the dragon to release again, regardless of how hard he was trying not to. But there it was once more, the barrage of warm torrents pouring directly into his own body. Accumulating in that lower belly little by little with every lick, bounce, stroke, and soft bite. Eventually starting to bloat the dragon slightly as he whimpered for Helga to stop. Of course getting her to do the opposite of that and cause the Flag to just release a heavy amount of seed into that tube. Hoping that maybe he could overload it or even just force it off his weapon's tip. But it remained tightly on, and only filled up his lower body more and more. To the point where the couatl noticed it and started to tease such an area. "I always said you would look better with a little weight." His only reply was a series of desperate whimpers as his gut lowered more and more. The stretching of his scales triggering his arousal and causing him to reach another full release during the middle of his current orgasm. Flooding that tube greatly as it started to become backed up at the fake weapon's rear entrance. The hose stretched out in a thick bubble as more and more of that colorful seed was forced into it. Getting it to bloat out like a long balloon all the way to that red weapon's tip until the serpent spotted it. Quickly flying up to it and forcing the hole inside the false shaft to become bigger and just flood the dragon's body past its first inner wall. Letting it nearly slam into the ground and flood backwards before filling out to the sides. Soaking up every last bit of slack until the dragon was done. Pant after pant came from that red muzzle as he attempted to look at his current form. Attempting to recall the last time he's been this big, and finally remembering how wonderful it felt, minus the binding contraptions. Finally matching eyes with his mate and letting out a begging whimper to stop. "Not yet. Now I want you to do that little trick of yours." A whine in question. "You know, that one where you let others feel what you're feeling, and vice versa." She slithered up against his back. Nearly coiling around his neck while teasing his tail and making the male whimper. "Come on. It's not a request." Another slap against that haunch, making his body ripple wildly and nearly make him drunk from the sheer bliss of it. Soon enough, she started feeling it. The waves of pleasure that seemed to wash over him as those scales struggled to contain such an amount. From the gadget attached to his flare, to the very weapon in his tailpipe, Helga could feel it. Nearly making her wet from just experience alone. Getting her to purr in pleasure as she licked Dia between the eyes. "Good... Because I've always wanted to mount you." A whimper in question as that fake weapon released. Her body moving as if it were attached, and then slipping back inside the flooded balloon of scales. Every little movement thrashed within his bound, immobile form. Which in turn echoed through the female and getting her to squirt over his back with every few thrusts. Feeling her smooth shape slip up and down while getting her own songs as his own orgasm started to build up again. The purple serpent nearly slamming her body against the bloated body of scales, almost slapping those stones as they inflated to prepare for another barrage. One that was just on the horizon, reaching closer and closer. Then the bliss overflowed within them, causing the snake to almost trip and shove the toy too far into the dragon, driving the hose deep within him. Then the flood followed, getting both of them to roar loudly as it thrashed through the dragon. Almost instantly recovering what was lost and pumping seed into the Flag's body by gallons. Pressing up against that spreader bar and nearly warping it before his claws gave out. Tripping the dragon forward a bit as his rear end was lifted up to take what slack it could. When it could take no more, and with a literal ton left to come, his chest started taking it. Flooding underneath him and helping the dragon balance once again. Trying those limits of the scales and hearing them groan loudly with his own whimpers, all while the female on his back could only thrash as she reached her own barrage of orgasms. Bigger and bigger by the second the bound balloon became. His belly and chest expanding outwards and upwards in the cave, even between Dia's tied forepaws, trying to find any form of slack to take. Making a tight bubble between his maw and arms that were folding over those bound wrists and creating a new worrying pressure. Even where the bar was connecting his haunches was beginning to dig into that bloated belly. The scales grew tighter and tighter as the colorful juices poured into the helpless dragon. Groaning loudly as the Flag whimpered for her to release him, but Helga was still enthralled in her own bliss. Finally getting some relief as his weapon started to slow down. Giving him a much needed breather and carefully rest his head on that near transparent bubble under his neck. Whimpering from time to time for the female's attention, but didn't get it for several minutes. But at least got a few licks of affection. "You feel like that the entire time?" A whimper in response that she half ignored. Just coiling up to kiss him and taste that colorful liquid that was leaking out of that muzzle. Another loud whine got her to toss her snout. "What?" His blue eyes shifted from her to the concerning bubble under them. Namely between his arms. "You want to be drained already?" Helga grumbled, getting the male to shake his head. "...Just free your paws?" A series if nods that time as she stopped and thought about it for a moment. "...Alright. But I'm seeing how far this'll go after." A whimper of near bliss made her chuckle, flying to the other end and finding out why he was so concerned: Though the rest of that scaled belly was getting quite transparent, this area really was. Any more added to it, and it just might burst. Carefully undoing a single wrist and letting the belly get some relief. Wobbling drastically and even hearing the dragon spray into himself a few more times while singing. Yet groaning at the same time, those blue eyes giving her that same look while shifting to the back end. Expecting the same thing and tossing her snout. A moment later, relief was felt and another series of waves passed through his bloated form. Passing such a blissful feeling to his mate as he released a few more sprays into his own tailhole. But the physical waves weren't stopping. Feeling the couatl on top of the dragon once again and pressing into that balloon a bit harshly with her talents, realizing what she was trying to do. But Dia accepted it, just letting the liquids inside thrash until his orgasm reached another peak. Flooding him a bit sooner than expected, whereas the hose was still completely filled. That seed being rushed inside and racing to find space that was rather easy to find at first, but soon became too tight as those scales stretched that belly outwards. Those waves the snake was making started become less and less frequent as she squirmed on his back, constantly spraying her fragrance into the air which was only adding to the dragon's arousal. The motions already inside started to stiffen as more and more seed struggled to fit inside the near bubble like status of the flag. Nearly filling out the empty space the two have made within their new home, and pressing up against some bars on the far grounds. A few more pulses upwards, and Dia started to feel more prods. Now realizing what those bars actually were: stalagmites. And these prods... stalactites! A loud whimper of both worry and warning for the winged serpent to relieve him of that hose and weapon inside him, but she was too deep into her own songs. Even after disabling that echo to her, the dragon got no response as he kept releasing into his own body. Pulse after pulse those ceiling cones pressed deeper into that ballooned belly. Attempting to push the fluids outwards more, but they ran into walls aside from leading into small tunnels and the one leading outside. Wanting to just turn into mist to avoid such a situation, but he couldn't concentrate enough with his flooding form. The Flag's only hope resided on the winged snake. Constantly calling out with the muzzle still strapped to his snout, he half cursed his lower end. Constantly releasing more and more of his own juices into that belly and pushing it up every moment. His scales pressed outward tightly, his throat and cheeks thickened out to near bubbles. Unable to open that leaking muzzle anymore and just backing up entirely. Those rock hard prods getting more and more painful as they pressed deeper, only heightening the dragon's calls for help. "What!?" Helga hissed, turning to look at him, but hitting her snout on a stalactites and half growling at it. Only to double take at what it was, then the several others that were sticking into the colorful balloon. "Oh sh-" The couatl half grumbled before the dragon burst into a flood of colorful liquids. Soon after, the colorful river washed down to the lower caverns. But not before soaking everything they currently salvaged from the previous cave-in. As the now perfectly fine orange dragon, black strap still on his muzzle and all, glared at his mate. Helga just tossed her snout at him. "It'll dry out." A frilled ear flicked in irritation as that stare didn't let up. "Eventually. Be thankful, I was actually planning to do this with an audience." An instant purple scale color as those ears fell and those blue eyes looked at her with worry. "I was thinking of my own village. Get you to basically wreck everything there. You can get that big right?" A whimper from the male.