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Graduation Gift Written by RVasil Commissioned by KodaWorks

Pulling up to the curb, a the black car stopped to a complete halt as the blue canine by the name of Fluke pulled on the emergency handbrake. With a quick turn of the key, the car engine stopped completely and Fluke stepped out of the vehicle. The salty smell of the sea breeze was what greeted him first, followed by the gentle caress of the cool night wind. Catchy beats filled the air and Fluke turned his head to see the house at the end of the street abuzz with activity. Multicolored lights shined through the window, reminding Fluke of the crazy lights found in a nightclub.

He chuckled to himself as he began to walk on the empty sidewalk, making a beeline towards the house. "It might as well be a club," he mumbled. The entire street was filled to the brim with different cars, some he even recognized as a few of his fellow classmates' cars. They were all invited, much like him, to the Graduation Party.

As he neared closer and closer to the beach house, the music became louder and louder. He could hear the faint sounds of laughter and conversation through the loud music and it made Fluke felt even more pumped for the evening. A large banner was strewn at the top of the front door, reading, "Z's Grad Party!". The door was wide open and people passed through it, carrying the ever so familiar red plastic cups that held liquor.

Fluke climbed up the steps and entered the party. It was surprisingly spacious inside, having enough space to have a live DJ mixing the music and an equally large enough space to have a small dance floor. Sofas and chairs were no doubt moved to the side to make due. Most of the people of the room were people Fluke didn't recognized. But what stuck out to Fluke the most was the fact that there was a stripper pole at the far corner of the room, with a stripper dancing in front of it.

Normally, this wasn't a surprising site. Fluke had attended parties back in his day and they were far crazier than this one, but this stuck out to him, mainly because the stripper was a guy. And the stripper was dancing in front of other men. A thought began to creep into his mind. Was this a...

"Fluke!"

Fluke was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the familiar voice. He turned around to find the host of the party.

"Zayril!" Fluke cried out. The dragon walked over and pulled the canine into a hug. "I'm so glad you made it, man!"

Fluke grinned, hugging his friend back. "Of course I made it! I wouldn't miss this for the world."

The dragon pulled back and smiled at him. "You must be thirsty. Let's get you something to drink."

Fluke smirked at him. "I can't exactly get too drunk. I have to drive home, after all."

Zayril chuckled. "It's fine, Fluke." The dragon patted his friend on his back. "You can crash here at my place for the evening if you get too drunk. You know you're always welcome to do that." The blue dragon led his friend over to the kitchen and handed him the iconic red party cup and grabbed him a drink from the refrigerator. The entire house felt like it was bouncing given the sheer number of people that was moving about in the area. Fluke turned his head to see a group of men just dance next to each other in front of the DJ, and he swore they were so close it looked like they were grinding against one another.

"Hey, Z, can I ask you something?"

The dragon pulled back from the refrigerator holding a bottle of booze in his hand. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Is this party a gay party by any chance?"

Zayril grinned upon hearing the question. He smiled sheepishly at his friend, pouring the contents of the bottle into Fluke's glass. "It is, actually." The dragon looked apologetic. "Does it bother you? I mean, I know that you know that already but--"

Fluke hushed him before he could say another word. He took a swig of the booze in his cup, gulping it down. The fluid was cool and almost immediately a calm buzz began to flow through his entire body. "It's fine, Zayril," Fluke remarked. "I'm well aware of how gay your ass can be," he said with a grin. "I would have been surprised if this WASN'T a gay party."

Zayril chuckled with him, taking a drink from his own red cup. "I don't often get to do this. My parents were kind enough to lend me the beach house for the summer for a graduation gift and I decided to make the best of it."

"By hiring a stripper?"

The dragon looked away, a smile tugging at his lips. "What? You'd have done the same thing if you were in my position!"

Fluke took another drink from his cup, letting the buzz that followed after go through his entire body. "Well, I can't argue with you on that." He leaned on the kitchen counter, doing his best to keep himself comfortable. Zayril was about to say something when a bull appeared from the corner and entered the kitchen.

"I'll be right back, just going to grab some--oh, hey, Zayril!" The bull smiled at the dragon then his eyes turned to Fluke's. The canine immediately felt self conscious as the bull's eyes looked him over. "Who's this cutie?"

Zayril grinned. "Ben, Fluke. Fluke, Ben. And before you start working your charm, no, he's not on the market."

The brown bull look visibly disappointed. "What?" he cried out, looking at Fluke once more. "Cutie pie like you is a freaking steal. What in the world are you doing here in these part of the woods then?"

Fluke wasn't sure how to take the compliment. "Uh, thank you? Zayril invited me over."

Ben glanced at Zayril. "Are you sure he's not on the market? You're not trying to keep him all to yourself now are you?"

The blue dragon nearly choked on the drink he was drinking. "N-no! Of course not!"

"Hmph!" Ben sighed, and extended a hand to Fluke who shook it. "Well still, nice to meet you, Fluke. If you're ever feeling adventurous," the bull winked at him, "you can always call me, alright?"

Suffice to say, being hit on by a muscular bull was the last thing Fluke expected for the evening. That was when the sounds of people calling for Ben emanated from the living room. "Excuse me, gents, the people want me."

"Uh huh. You go have fun, Ben."

The bull excused himself, leaving Zayril and Fluke alone once more. "I'm sorry about that," was the first thing about Zayril's mouth the moment they had their privacy once more.

"About what? That whole thing?" Fluke shook his head and waved a dismissive hand at him. "It's fine. I'll admit, it's not everyday I get to say I was hit on by a guy!" He took another drink from his red cup, emptying its contents completely. Their was a tingling buzz coming and a warm heat radiating from Fluke's entire body. "It's...kind of nice."

Zayril smiled, throwing his empty cup into the trash bin. The music in the entire house was blasting away and the infectious beat was calling to the dragon. "Come on, let's go chill at the living room."

The canine nodded and followed closely behind the dragon. Most of the other party goers were busy in their own personal bubbles, each caught up in chatting with one another...or was it flirting? Fluke couldn't tell anymore. But he knew for sure he caught a glimpse of a couple at the far corner of the room making out with another. His eyes lingered on them for a brief moment, before a gentle tap on his shoulder directed his attention.

"Oh, yeah, what is it--"

"Where are you looking, cutie? The party's right here!"

The sultry voice caught Fluke off guard. It was none other than the stripper he had seen earlier. Being so up close, he was speechless. The stripper was, for very obvious reasons, wearing next to nothing, only wearing a skimpy looking red speedo that framed his entire physique perfectly. The doberman's body was well toned and he was proud to showcase it in front of him, wiggling his ass at him in a teasing manner. Fluke never imagined his cheeks could get any more redder. The stripper took Fluke's hand and gently led him towards the stripper pole at the side. "What's your name, cutie?"

"I-um-I..." Fluke wasn't sure where he wanted to be at the moment. He could feel the eyes of the other people in the small area on him. Some were grinning to themselves. Others looked like they were jealous of him.

"Don't be nervous, hun. I won't bite," the stripper said. "Unless you want me too."

"Fluke! It's Fluke!" he cried out, louder than he proudly intended.

"Nice to meet you, Fluke. The name's Richard." The doberman took hold of the pole and began and braced himself behind it. "But you can call me Dick, if you want." The other watchers quietly laughed to themselves, finding Fluke's reaction to the stripper entertaining. "It looks like you could use some of it."

And with that, the doberman began to do his routine performing to the other people who turned their attention back to him. Fluke however was seemingly enwrapped by the performing canine. He wasn't sure if it was right for him to stare at the canine so openly like this, but he couldn't find the reason not to stop staring. The doberman performed with surprising finesse, posing lewdly and shaking his canine ass at the people who happily cheered and whistled at the lewd display in front of them.

Whether it was the buzz of the liquor he had drank earlier or the atmosphere and the infectious festivity he was subjected to, Fluke was surprisingly enjoying himself. His eyes were glued to the dance the doberman was doing in front of him, and the way Richard looked at him with each sway of his hips and swing of his body kept his attention solely on the canine. There was a certain burning sensation that slowly began to creep up onto Fluke, that at first he didn't realize. But as the doberman kept on dancing, Fluke's eyes travelled all over the doberman's, lingering on the canine's ass and crotch. Before long, he was actually ogling him. The doberman momentarily stopped dancing, and posed in front of him, shaking his tight rump back at Fluke.

A hand was then placed on his shoulder. Fluke turned his head to see it was Zayril with a knowing smirk on his face. "Careful, stud, you might poke someone's eye out with that tent your pitching."

Fluke was snapped back into attention, upon hearing the whistle of the crowd and the feeling of people's eyes on him again. A certain sensation of tightness emanating from his crotch grabbed his attention. He just popped a boner. A few of the onlookers were looking at him. One of them was even licking his lips at the sight of the tent Fluke was pitching in his beach shorts. Fluke giggled nervously, his pride disappearing from him entirely. "I, uh...I'm going out to get some air."

And with that, the canine took off, leaving a somewhat concerned dragon behind him.

Fluke ran out of the house and into the quiet shores of the beach down below. The thundering music was all but muffled here, and was instead replaced by the gentle sound of water crashing onto the sands. The canine needed a moment to think.

Did what happened just happened?

Not only that, but what scared Fluke the most was that he actually enjoyed himself.

"Holy shit..." he mumbled to himself, looking down at the boner in his pants that seemingly wouldn't go away. What made it worse was that whenever he closed his eyes, the picture of Richard shaking his rump and swaying his entire body in front of him lustfully, always played itself fully in his head, accompanied by the telling throb of his cock. "Fuck!" he cried out. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Maybe it was the booze, Fluke thought. Whatever it was, the canine found himself torn by the thought of actually enjoying himself inside the house. His thoughts were derailed however upon hearing the sound of his friend calling out for him. It was Zayril. The dragon had chased after him.

"There you are!" he shouted, seeing Fluke seated on a rock. "Are you alright? I was worried something happened."

Fluke laughed nonchalantly. "I'm fine. Just..." The canine was seemingly looking for the right words. "I just wanted to get some fresh air."

Zayril crossed his arms across his chest. "Well that's good to hear. I was worried something had happened to you. You just ran out."

Fluke nodded and sighed to himself, facing out towards the beach. There was a moment of silence between them, and the canine felt contented to just let the sounds of the waves crashing at the shore fill the air. He needed the time to think anyway. It was Zayril however that broke the silence between them. "You know," he began, "if you're worried about what happened with Richard, you know that..."

"I was just...a bit taken off guard."

Zayril looked at his friend for a moment, knowing that the topic was a touchy subject. "Fluke, you do understand that I won't judge you, right?" He decided to step forward and place a comforting hand on the canine's shoulder.

Fluke turned his head, first looking at the hand on his shoulder, before looking up to meet with Zayril's eyes. True to the dragon's word, his eyes held no malice, only kindness and understanding. Fluke felt comfortable already. He chuckled, feeling the tension between them defuse. "I think your gayness is beginning to rub off on me."

"Is that really a bad thing?"

Maybe it was the booze.

Maybe it was that curious notion inside of Fluke's head that decided to just throw caution out the window.

Or maybe it was just the kind words his friend used that just made everything feel alright.

Whichever it was, Fluke regardless felt relieved that his friend wasn't judgemental of him. "I'm just..."

"Scared?"

Fluke nodded, still somewhat unsure of himself.

The comforting hand on Fluke's shoulder gave him a reassuring squeeze. "You're fine, Fluke! I wouldn't make fun of you if you told me you liked sucking cock." The dragon let out a hearty chuckle. "I'd say all the more power to you. You get to enjoy pussy AND cock! In my book, that's a win win!"

If there was ever one thing Fluke liked about Zayril, it was that his remarks always made him smile. "And what, you'll be my teacher then?" he jokingly asked.

The dragon beamed at him. "Why of course! It would be a crime for me to leave my friend to fend for himself and not be taught the ways of gayness." He laughed at how absurd the statement he just said sounded. "On the reals though, if you wanted to experiment, I'd be down for it."

Fluke stared at him and thought for a moment. "Really?" he asked, sounding skeptical. "Really?" he asked once more, this time sounding like he was surprised Zayril would actually do it.

"Of course!" Zayril answered once more. "With the way you looked at Richard, it looked like you already made up your mind."

Fluke was silent for a moment, focusing on the grains of sand under his feet. He thought back to Richard and his sexy dancing once again. The way the doberman handled himself was undeniably alluring. "Well...I have thought about it..." Fluke mumbled to himself. There was no point in lying about it now. "That and well...I've always thought about you and..."

Zayril's brow rose, before it lowered followed by a smirk. "Fluke, if you wanted to suck my cock, all you had to do was ask."

Before Fluke could even say anything else, the dragon began to take off his clothes, bending over to pull down his shorts and practically stand stark naked in front of the canine. Fluke was naturally taken aback at the lack of shame his friend had.

"Dude! What are you doing?!" he cried out, doing his best to cover his eyes. "We're at the beach for goodness sake! Someone might see you!"

"Oh relax!" Zayril replied, grinning from ear to ear. "It's my party and I could do whatever I want. Let people look." He dropped his shorts to the side and stood proudly in front of the canine. His semi erect cock pointed downwards due to its sheer weight and size. "I don't mind them looking." He then strode over to Fluke. "Besides, it's not like you haven't seen me in the locker room before."

The dragon had a point. This wasn't the first time he had seen the dragon naked, but this was the first time he thought of the situation in a sexual light. He lowered his arms down and after briefly wrestling with his thoughts, his gaze peered down and he got an eyeful of what his friend was packing. Unlike Richard earlier, Zayril was clearly bigger than the doberman in every shape and form. Albeit his cock wasn't fully hard, it was already impressive, giving credence to the fact that it was the third leg of the dragon. Two plump balls hung on his crotch, both filled with dragon seed. The dragon's legs framed the dragon's cock perfectly and the incessant running Zayril had been doing in his spare time was beginning to bear fruit. Muscles showed itself and moved in tune with his breathing. He was a dragon that clearly didn't skip leg day.

"I'm glad you like what you see."

Fluke cleared his throat, doing his best to regain his composure. But it was like the dragon's cock was hypnotizing him, finding it himself to have the urge to reach forward and touch the slowly hardening member. Maybe it WAS the booze. At this point, whatever straight resolve Fluke had slowly dissolved and was slowly changed to genuine curiosity.

"Go ahead," the dragon said cooly. He sat down on the edge of a flat rock and spread his legs for the canine to give him a good view of his now hardening dragon cock. "You're free to touch it."

Regardless of the fact that red flags began to wave inside Fluke's head, the siberian husky walked forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. He was this far gone anyway. He might as well see what else lay ahead of him. His eyes were transfixed on the male member. Fluke knelt down on the sand, his throat going dry at the prospect of what he was about to do. Reaching forward with his right hand, he gingerly took hold of the dragon's cock, wrapping all his fingers around it and holding on to it. It was an odd feeling, to say the least. It was soft and hard at the same time, and the dragon's heartbeat could be felt through it. Fluke looked up to meet the dragon's eyes and saw that he motioned for him to continue. Finding the resolve to continue going, Fluke began to slowly jerk off the dragon. His hand clasp the member gently and began to do the up and down motion. He watched with genuine intent as the dragon's cock flexed in his hand with each stroke.

Zayril let out a low groan, taking a deep breath as Fluke began to stroke his rigid cock to full attention. Taking initiative, Fluke reached forward with his other hand and cupped the dragon's balls, which were heavy as they looked. The canine gave them a gentle tug, earning him a pat on the head by the dragon's free hand. "I'm glad you know what you're doing," Zayril remarked, closing his eyes.

A bead of pre escaped from the dragon's tip, the watery substance reflecting the moonlight perfectly. It looked enticing. Without even thinking about what he was doing, Fluke leaned forward, sticking his tongue out to catch the pre as it dripped down from the dragon's hot member. The dragon's eyes fluttered open upon feeling the warm tongue on his cock. A grin formed on his face as he watched Fluke experimentally lick his shaft, his cheeks flushed red.

"Just go with the flow," the dragon cooed, urging the canine to explore further. Albeit clearly inexperienced, Fluke was showing talent with his sudden decision to jump head first into orally pleasing the dragon. His tongue explored the member that was the throbbing in front of him. Surprisingly enough, the taste didn't deter Fluke. He was expecting it to be bad, to be repulsive, to be something he could never imagine himself doing. And yet, here he was, lapping it up and wanting more. The husky didn't have time to delve into thinking about what he was doing, or why he was even doing it, but instead opted to just go with it and see where it was all going to go. Because quite frankly, Fluke was actually enjoying himself. The taste of the dragon's pre reminded him of sweet candy. Salty in some aspects, but had that sweet core when you got to the middle. Fluke dared to go even further, opening his mouth to take the dragon's cock into his mouth.

Zayril was taken aback at the sudden forwardness of the canine, but nonetheless was all the more happy for it, loving how things were going. Fluke on the other hand was just going with what his instincts told him, lowering himself slowly to please the dragon in front of him. But that was when Zayril felt a peculiar sensation on his cock and knew things were too good to be true. He gently patted the canine's cheeks, telling him to back off for a bit.

Fluke popped his head backwards, drool escaping at the side of his lips. "W-what is it?"

"Maybe we should do oral next time," the dragon said sheepishly. "You need to work on NOT using your teeth."

The husky felt a bit ashamed, realizing he was actually hurting the dragon instead of making him feel things. "Oh, sorry."

"It's fine," Zayril replied, waving a dismissive hand at him. "You can make it up to me by letting me get a chance with you ass instead.

Fluke blinked. "Wait what?"

"You're not going to me leaving me hanging with this boner," Zayril replied, sounding a bit more dominant than he intended to.

There were a multitude of things racing through Fluke's head. Things were going way too fast for him to even think things through anymore. What did get processed in his head was a fact he quickly pointed. "We are not having sex here in the beach!"

"Why not?!"

"Someone might see us!"

"You just sucked me off out in the open!"

"I don't care," Fluke replied. "Though, that is hot..." he added as an afterthought.

Not wanting to waste his chance, Zayril thought quickly. "Fine, let's head on over to those bushes."

"Alright, fine," Fluke nodded, following after the dragon. His body seemingly moved on its own accord. His face was flushed and his heart was beating frantically in his chest. He had just sucked off his best friend and now he was about to have sex with him. He was definitely not expecting the night go the way it did. His mind was still reeling from it all, but regardless of everything, Fluke was actually enjoying himself.

The two moved over to the side, hiding into the bushes. The green fauna around them gave them enough cover to not be seen by any people who happened to be passing by and the dim lighting made it seemed like they were already invisible to people who weren't looking for them. It was perfect.

Fluke moved of his own accord, shyly undressing himself in front of the dragon. Zayril stood patiently, an amused expression on his face. "What are you being shy for?" he said. "We've seen each other naked in the locker room before!"

The husky rolled his eyes, still amazed at the fact that he was actually doing all of this. Then again, this evening was truly a lot of things for him. Fluke's blue fur shined under the moonlight. His white underbelly proved to be a great contrast against his blue fur, and Zayril reached forward, eager to touch the canine. Fluke bent over to remove his underwear, and let out a yelp upon feeling Zayril's curious hands cupping his butt cheeks.

"Soft and tight, just the way I like it," he remarked.

The blush on Fluke's face left him confused whether he should be insulted or be happy with the comment.

Zayril wasted no time coaxing the husky into position, having him bent over a log that was nearby and having him raise his rump for him. "Now hold still and be a good dog," Zayril said, aligning his cock into Fluke's winking hole.

Fluke was nervous, but was admittedly excited. He was about to say something but was cut off upon Zayril penetrating him. A multitude of feelings erupted from inside of him, namely pain and discomfort. This was his first time getting taken in the ass, and he wasn't sure whether he was liking it anymore. But Zayril pushed on, being gentle as much as he can to the husky to try and get him through the pain. "It'll get better. I promise," he said, angling his dragonic cock deeper in an effort to hit the spot that would make the pain go away.

It took some adjustments but once he pressed onto it, everything clicked.

Fluke cried out loudly, no longer caring that he was actually being fucked in the ass. The pain disappeared and everything seemingly felt numb. For a brief moment, he felt nothing. Then slowly, but surely, pleasure began to traverse across his entire body. The numbness disappeared followed by the gentle rush of heat across his rocking frame as Zayril began to his rhythmic thrusts into him. Fluke found it hard to concentrate, his vision crossing as the mix of pleasure and pain was too tough to bear. His mind was overridden.

Zayril on the other hand was having the time of his life. Fluke's ass felt amazing, squeezing his cock so perfectly around the edges. It was like Fluke's bum never wanted to let him go. Guttural roars escaped him, but he had to contain himself. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see they were fucking at the beach. And he also didn't want to out Fluke.

But as if on cue, a couple of voices began to pass by them, muttering something about skinny dipping in the beach.

"Let's go back to house, man. The water's too cold anyway," came a male voice.

It sounded like they were just a few feet away from them. The thick bushes were probably the only thing stopping them from being spotted. Zayril however couldn't find it himself to stop his thrusts into Fluke. He was enjoying himself far too much. He did however have enough mental capacity to muffle his voice, as well as tell Fluke to lower his moans or else they risked getting spotted.

"Alright, alright, fine. You're such a party pooper, you know that," muttered the other dude.

The footsteps slowly coming out of earshot allowed the two to breathe a sigh of relief. The tension and excitement and nearly getting caught drove Zayril wide, as well as Fluke. The husky's own thick cock had now swelled to its full extent, his own meatstick slapping against his skin with each deep thrust the dragon made. Fluke was at a loss for words. His mind at complete disarray. The only thing in his thoughts now was for him to reach his end.

"I'm not going to last long!" Zayril cried out, his thrusts losing its rhythm. The sound of his crotch slapping against Fluke's butt began to lessen as the dragon reached his limits. "Fuck!" he yelled, burying his cock as deep as he can into Fluke, before he climaxed. Ropes upon ropes of white hot dragon seed spurted into the canine's virgin bum, coating it perfectly and giving Fluke the odd warm feeling deep inside.

The husky on the other hand couldn't hold it in as well. The resulting deep thrust hit his prostate perfectly, sending his entire body upside down. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as his entire frame froze. His cock stiffened and he ejaculated a few seconds later, unable to contain himself anymore. White streaks of cum painted the sandy floor beneath them, some even hitting his fur, matting it fully.

It was by far the most mind numbing orgasm he had ever had.

Eventually however, both of them came down from their highs, and Zayril gently removed himself from the canine. Cum leaked out of his abused ass, matting the fur around it. The dragon chuckled, admiring his own handiwork. "Fuck, Fluke..." he muttered to himself.

The canine flopped down the sand, having a feeling he wasn't going to be able to sit properly the next day. He was probably going to use that time to think about his life choices and what happens then. "Yeah?" Fluke mumbled, his voice tired and clearly exhausted.

"That was the best graduation gift I could ask for!"

The canine chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it."