[This story's creational documentation is tagged at December 2009]

COMPOSITION FF-SxD 01

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It was late. It was at a bar. Everyone only came in at this hour to get stoned, then wake up the next morning and go about their lives like whatever happened the night before was all a big dream. And in a sense, it was, for the lonely greyhound sitting at the counter with a glass of Beck's Dark in one paw. He wasn't looking at anything in particular; just keeping his gaze focused on the frothy liquid in his cup to avoid eye contact with the chatty bartender - a female border collie who tried to strike up some conversation with him, but had quickly realized that he wasn't particularly talkative. At last, she gave up, and turned around to go clean something.

The greyhound took a quiet sip of his beer, careful not to dunk in the end of his muzzle. Even with a hardened, wiry build after all those days of running, he didn't feel as though he had anything particular to show off. His coat was a medley of brindled fur and white streaking down from his neck to his stomach before reappearing again to splash the hands, feet, and tip of his tail. Not a real attention-grabber, he'll admit, but then again, he was never one to be so critical on looks...

At least, not until he saw the broad dragon plop himself down on the seat next to him with a rough grunt. "Give me an ale." His voice was a rumble that came deep within the throat.

"You got it," the collie replied, grabbing an empty glass. While she worked, the dragon made careful note of the hound that seemed to be watching him from the next chair over. When their eyes accidentally met, Shale snapped his gaze back down at the beer in front of him with a nervous clearing of his throat. The hound cursed silently in his head for being so inhibited, but his loose thoughts were interrupted when the collie brought the dragon his drink. "See anything else you like?"

The dragon stole a surreptitious glance at the greyhound. "Among other things."

"Well, you let me know," she said, flashing him a wink before turning back around.

He snorted and said softly into his glass, "Sorry to disappoint you, hun." He pretended to forget that he was being watched. His golden-tan scales seemed to bounce light off a lean and powerful body that rippled with every movement. Two short, dull horns poked from the top of his head, pointing back towards a small crest behind the neck and all the way down to a slithery tail whose tip wriggled around as if baiting a fish from a pond. His chest was broad and defined, necessary to support the two leathery wings sprouting from his back.

The greyhound thought it slightly funny, how he could tell the dragon had to rip a hole in the back of his own baggy cargo pants in order for his tail to fit through. Against his will, a small chuckle escaped from him.

"And what do you think's so funny," the reptile hissed at him.

"N-Nothing," he quickly replied, scrambling after his words. "I just sort of thought, maybe... well... you look like you had a rough day, is all."

Now that the dragon had a clear view of the hound, his tense shoulders eased and his tail wrapped around his stool as he reached the glass to his snout again. "What do you think I'm doing here," he grunted. The hound didn't reply. Only stared, as he finished his swig. After which, he gestured at the half-empty glass. "And you look like you could use another one of those yourself."

The remark snapped the hound out of a daydream he wasn't even aware he was in. "What, beer?"

"Yes, beer, genius." He put two clawed fingers to his chin before adding, "Unless, you prefer something a little more... potent."

The hound only just realized that his heart was skipping around his chest. He loved the way this golden dragon looked. How he talked. But it took a great effort to control himself. Play it cool. After all, he couldn't be sure that he shared the same... preference... as he did. "Sure, I could use another queer... I mean, BEER!! Beer, I mean, beer. I could use another... beer." In that moment, he thought he'd die. His heart rate multiplied. The dragon turned from his drink and blinked at him. "Sooo," he continued quickly, "I don't think I remember seeing you around here before. I know most of everyone's faces, just not..." He lost the last word, looking at the dragon, and then found it again. "...yours."

"Mmm." The serpent brought his glass down hard on the counter. "What, you gonna card me, or something?"

"N-No! I mean, I'm just saying -"

"Name's Thundagger."

"What?"

The golden dragon leaned an arm on the counter, facing the hound. "Don't get your tongue in a knot, dog. No one calls me by that anyway. Not unless they want a tail slammed into their gut. Just Dags works for me."

"Dags," he said. If his heart was skipping before, it was doing back flips now. "So about something more, um, potent... what'd you have in mind?" The dragon was leading him somewhere. He wanted to find out where.

"Well, that depends on whether you're in a mood for something a little..." He looked up at the ceiling, searching for the right word. "...different, than the usual."

The hound's head was now buzzing pleasantly. It must be the alcohol. Being as built as he was, he never had a good tolerance for it. He could tell the dragon was almost at it as he was as well. "I'm game... what're we ordering?"

Dags shuffled his wings. "Oh, it's not a drink," he said, the voice coming from deep in his throat again. "It's more like a shot... several shots, actually." Then, something unexpected happened. The corners of his mouth curved in a dragonish smirk. "You got a name for yourself? Maybe I can introduce you."

He was all too happy to oblige. "Shale," he said. "And I'd love to meet new people." The hound no longer knew where he was getting his words.

Dags nodded at him, his smirk turning to a grin. Getting up, he fished around his baggy cargo pants and slapped down enough money for both their drinks. "You ever come close to a dragon before, Shale?"

Something resurfaced in Shale's mind and he suddenly recovered some of his former nervousness. "Um...er...um...." he stammered, trying to think of a way to equivocate. He couldn't and simply said, "No." This sounded very, very lame to his ears, and he blushed slightly. Then, he blurted, "But you are very attractive."

It took Shale two seconds to realize what he just said, and when he did, he nearly fainted of embarrassment. He quickly began sputtering, "I mean... that is... not that... I mean..." he trailed off, although is mouth continued moving silently. All he could do now was hope.

Dags' tail then began to wriggle faster, although the rest of him still held its poise. He licked at the corner of his mouth, the grin failing to disappear. "So... you're like that, huh?"

Shale looked down.

"Well, come on, dog! You wanna meet, I'll take you out back."

The hound's head snapped back up, his mouth nearly falling open. "You mean, you... I... we..."

Dags turned and gestured for Shale to follow as he headed towards the door. "We're a species that doesn't do too well in crowds. Maybe just one... or two... alone... Mmm, yes, I think that would be a lot better. You interested or not?"

Shale's heart did another small leap. Suddenly, his jeans felt a bit too small across the front, and it seemed like all the fur on his body was standing on end. As though in a dream, he managed to reply, "Oh yeah! That sounds like it would be fun, Dags." Shale hopped off the stool, tossing more money on the counter and apparently forgetting that Dags had already paid.

The lady bartender didn't complain, though, as she took it as tip, scooping it up into her paw and waving their way out. "Y'all come back now, hear?" Her voice was so fluffed and seductive.

"Oh, right. About that." Dags quickly bounded to her and leaned over the counter to peer at her face. "When you on again, sweetcheeks?"

She smiled, knowing she'd caught her bait. "Every Wednesday."

Dags' expression fell. "I'll come Fridays." And with that, he spun around and shoved the doors open, quitting the bar without another word. Shale was quick to scurry after.

"So... where we going again?"

"No place in particular. Although, it'd probably be better if you stay close.... real close. In fact, don't ever leave my sight." He swerved his neck around to smirk again at Shale. "You got it?"

Dags' boldness made Shale bold in return. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that," he grinned, slipping one paw onto Dags' lower back. "Let's get going."

A sound escaped Dags that sounded half way in between a hum and a grunt. The both of them were very much anticipating what was about to happen next, although they tried their best not to show it. Not yet, anyway. All the while they walked, Dags kept swerving his neck around, searching for any onlookers. But the coast was clear. After some minutes, with a sly grin, he led Shale down a secluded alleyway, away from stray eyes. He turned a corner abruptly. Along the walls was a tossed out mattress; springy, but at least it wasn't filthy.

"This'll do," Dags said, although his face was scrunched in a small frown.

Shale looked around. He didn't expect anything like this. A part of him thought it was a joke, another part of him thought it was crazy, and the last part of him thought it was a little kinky. All of his mixed feelings combined into an emotion he'd never felt before. "An alleyway?" was all he could ask.

Dags turned to him, his voice getting gruff again. "Look, I'll admit it's my first time, alright? Sorry if my choice isn't the best, but personally, I don't really give a damn because my dick's getting hard in my pants and personally..." He stopped and if dragons could blush, Shale could tell he would. "Personally... you look so good, I'd fuck you anywhere."

Shale didn't know why and he couldn't help thinking it, but Dags' little outburst only made him even more appealing. While he'd never done it in a place where he'd be liable to get caught, he had to admit, he did agree to something out of the norm tonight. Whipping his wedge shaped head around curiously, his gaze soon came to rest on the golden dragon's waiting body.

He supposed that was the determining factor.

"So what do you say, Shale?" Dags took some slow steps closer to him until they were mere inches apart. "You up for something different or what?"

Shale's gaze traveled from Dags' built chest up to his amber eyes. "Like hell I am." And he reached forward, pulling the dragon up even closer for a kiss. His hand, meanwhile, sank down the front of Dags' body, moving quickly to the front of his shorts. Dags put one hand around Shale's side and the other on the back of his head to pull him closer, kissing him more deeply. He closed his eyes and let the sensations of the other male kissing him play over his senses. Shale nibbled softly at Dags' lips, savoring the taste of the dragon's warm mouth. Shale opened his mouth a little, licking Dags' lips with his tongue, very very slowly. Then he opened Dags' lips with his own and allowed their tongues to touch. Dags felt Shale press his tongue against his own; fully enjoying the slow, erotic nature of the kiss.

Shale felt himself beginning to get hard inside his sheath. Without taking his muzzle off Dags' mouth, Shale fumbled around with the dragon's shorts. He undid the top button and slid one paw down the front of Dags' shorts, running one paw eagerly over his sheath. Shale pressed his crotch into Dags' almost in a grind. He took his muzzle off Dags' mouth and, his breathing slightly elevated, said, "So, can you think of anything you'd like to do?" He caressed Dags' cock lightly with one exploring paw, "Maybe with this?" He grinned slyly.

Dags smirked. Could he think of anything to do with it? His mind was fairly reeling with ideas. "Oh, I can think of a few," he said, a wry grin on his face. He slipped a hand underneath Shale's shirt and rubbed his smooth chest. His other hand fell from Shale's side, gliding lower and lower to the base of his tail, squeezing lightly as he did so. "Why don't you show me yours... and I'll show you mine." His hand moved around to Shale's sheath, where he undid the button and scratched at the space between his legs feeling Shale's muscular, runner's thighs. He ran his hands over the short fur, remarking how different it felt from his own scales.

Noticing Shale's murr of pleasure, Dags grinned, saying, his voice low, "Hmm, does the doggy like that?" Dags could feel his own rod throbbing inside him. It was hardening and it wanted to come out.

Shale was thrilled at the attention being paid to him. He loved feeling of the dragon's big hand on his chest and the dragon's other hand on his sheath...well...that felt positively electric. Shale used his free hand to caress the dragon's smooth scales, loving how different from fur it felt. "I'll be happy to show you mine," Shale said somewhat breathlessly. He undid his jeans with paws that trembled slightly and pulled them halfway down his furred thighs. Then he did the same with his boxers, exposing his tan-furred sheath and about an inch or two of pink to the night air.

Dags' tail flicked with excitement, gently waving back and forth as though nodding in appreciation of Shale's exposed doghood. He undid the rest of his own shorts and allowed them to fall to the ground. When he felt them hit his ankles, he kicked them away, not even bothering to see where they landed. His own rod was already exposed a good three inches, but he wasn't really paying attention to his own body. His mind, as well as his eyes, was all over the greyhound in front of him. He reached down with a free hand and rubbed at Shale's sheath, warming it up and beginning to slide Shale's cock free. He leaned in closer to Shale's head, very nearly resting his chin on the top of Shale's muzzle. He moved his head to the side, slightly, placing his mouth next to one of Shale's ears. His breath tickled Shale, and Shale shivered with pleasure at the feeling. Dags flicked his tongue into Shale's ear and said, "Show me how big you can get."

Shale closed his eyes, his mouth open slightly. At Dags' gentle touch, his rod slid fully out of his sheath. He now had six and a half inches of pink hound-cock on display. Shale's pants had slid the rest of the way to the ground, however, Shale barely even noticed. He was busily running his paw down the dragon's back, caressing the scales all the way down to the base of Dags' tail. "I wanna see yours..." Shale murred. He snuck a glance down at Dags' crotch, noticing what was already out in the open. His eyebrows rose slightly at the sight, but only momentarily. He murred again, running a hand down Dags' inner thigh. "God, I bet you're hung," Shale whispered, half to himself.

Dags felt unable to control himself. He wrapped a hand around Shale's cock and began to jerk it. He felt the dog's warm organ pulse slightly to meet his scaled hand. Dags could feel the heat from Shale's cock, seeming to shoot into his hand. The rush of warmth traveled up through his arm and into his own body, running down his torso and into his own loins, forcing his own rod out to its full length of seven and a half inches. He closed his eyes again and moaned. "That's it. That's it." He gently pushed Shale backwards, onto the mattress below, until both of them were lying down on the springy surface. To Shale, it felt wonderful, letting the powerful dragon take control. Almost before he knew what was happening, Dags was laying nearly directly on top of him.

Dags lowered his neck and caressed the tip of a clawed finger against Shale's shirt, running his claw down the blue button-up. He felt he had to have Shale naked; he wanted nothing more than to see his partner totally unclothed beneath him. He ran a claw to the buttons, popping them off of Shale's shirt one by one. He made a mental note to buy Shale a new one later. Right now, though, he was concentrating solely on the pleasurable feelings going on in his loins. At last, Shale's shirt fell away and Dags' got his first good look at the greyhound's body. He reached up and pulled his own shirt off. The two of them now had nothing to hide

Shale arched his back in pleasure, enjoying his nakedness in front of the other male, before rolling himself on top of the larger dragon. He straddled the dragon, his furred thighs on either side of the bigger dragon's stomach. He kissed and licked the dragon's muzzle and mouth before proceeding slowly down Dags' neck and chest, kissing his well-muscled form. Dags thrummed with lustful pleasure and rubbed his hands over the back of Shale's head, his hands caressing Shale's small ears. Shale's paws explored the dragon's sides as he slid himself slowly downward, his cock leaving a small trail of clear pre-cum on the dragon's belly as he did so. Shale kissed his way down the dragon's form, gradually working lower and lower on his body.

Before long, Shale's head and muzzle were on Dags' lower belly. Shale inhaled deeply, taking in the rich, musky odor of aroused dragon. He'd never smelled anything quite like it. It was wonderful. "I can't wait to see how you taste," he said slyly. He opened his mouth and gave the seven and half inch dragon cock in front of him a lick. "Mmm," he murred, before dipping his muzzle down to take the tip of it, nursing on it gently.

This was the first time Dags had ever had a male touch him down there, let alone use a mouth on him. It was wonderful, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the slippery feel of Shale's muzzle running up and down his thick shaft. "Oh, yeah... yeah... yeah," he kept murmuring to himself. His hands moved on top of Shale's head, holding it in place. His breathing quickened and Dags' chest heaved more quickly. His underbelly was gleaming with he pre-cum of his dog friend and his prehensile tail was quick to scoop it up, the tip of his tail rushing up towards his mouth. He could smell the aroma of the fluid; the scent of amorous greyhound. His tongue flicked out and lapped up the fluid. The taste was so distinct. So delicious. He'd remember his first taste of Shale forever.

Shale dove his muzzle down, trying to take Dags rod all the way to the base. He began to move his head up and down, allowing the dragon to muzzle-fuck him. He moaned around the thick shaft, running his tongue along the underside of the dragon's cock. He raised his head slightly, and let his tongue play over and along the tip of Dags' cock, before diving back down to take it in again. He couldn't wait for his first taste of dragon cum.

Dags gasped out. Shale was handling him so gently, yet the feelings were so powerful, so magnificent that it felt as though he was jerking the milk right out of him. His teeth clamped together as he let out a growl and sat up. Stroking his rod, he slithered around Shale and gently pushed him back so now, he was on top. "Not so fast, dog," he growled seductively. "I gotta get my share too, remember?" He lowered his neck and flicked his tongue against Shale's rod, which was dripping with more pre-cum, tickling it and cleaning it at the same time. Then, he got on his knees and took each of Shale's legs in his hands, slowly pulling them apart to expose the ring underneath his tail. He smiled his toothy smile. "You're going to like this," he said, barely containing a small chuckle as he eyed the greyhound.

Shale felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. He let out a couple of low moans, allowing the dragon to manipulate his limbs as he wished. His legs went up into the air, then out wider. He felt his tail hole exposed to Dags' lustful viewing, but instead of being slightly embarrassed, as he thought that he might be, a wave of lust washed over him, causing him to nearly shake with desire. "Ohhh, Dags!" he managed to moan. He couldn't help a paw finding its way to his erect penis rubbing it gently and then putting two fingers in a circle behind his knot. It was a real struggle to not buck his hips upward out of pure lust, from the sheer eroticism of what they were doing.

Dags didn't wait; couldn't wait. He knew it'd be polite if he took it slow, easing himself in. But to hell with being polite... the way he was feeling now, pent up and desperate, polite meant he didn't shove it all in at one time! He leaned in and poked the tip of his rod in and out of Shale's hole, but he was so tight, he'd never be able to get in. He leaned in farther and let go of Shale legs to start rubbing his claws gently against Shale's chest again, teasing Shale's nipples, massaging his muscles, feeling the fur on his greyhound body - the farther up his hands traveled, the more he leaned in, and the deeper he pushed himself into Shale. "You're so tense," Dags thrummed.

Shale moaned again. He'd been penetrated before, but it had never felt quite like this. Dags' rod was so thick, and he'd never had a dragon inside him before! It took a great effort to relax himself, concentrating on the wonderful sensations that were going on underneath his tail. His cock was as hard as it could get, his knot fully expanded. It felt as though if Dags put a hand on him, he'd probably come rivers. He pushed back slightly against Dags, trying his best to take the dragon all the way in.

Dags felt Shale open up and he smiled as he leaned in, withdrew, leaned in some more, working his thick length gradually into Shale's tight body. He withdrew a little more, then pressed forward until he could finally go no further. The pressure was wonderful, seeming to come from all directions at once, a delicious, tight warmth totally unlike anything he'd felt before. Not too tight, and not too loose. The perfect fit. Dags pulled out, then thrust himself in again, a little slower, but not stopping this time. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax, but he'd put if off for as long as he could -when he couldn't hold it in any more, he's simply allow it to burst out of himself. The thought pleased him greatly; what it would mean to mark another man in that way. He pulled out and thrust again. Faster this time than before. Dags moaned with each thrust, his voice thick with lust and barely suppressed orgasm, "You like that, Shale? Tell me you like it!"

Shale, who had his eyes closed and his tongue lolled slightly from the corner of his muzzle managed to moan out, "Oh my gods! Ohhhhh... ahhhh... Oh it feels so goood!"

Shale arched his back, trying to mimic the dragon's thrusts with his own hips. His pink cock bobbed up and down. He knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. "Dags," Shale moaned out. "Dags, I'm gonna come soon. Ohh... are you almost there?" Shale secretly hoped he was; he wanted them both to come at as close to the same time as they could.

Dags could only grunt his reply, bobbing his head up and down for 'yes'. His teeth and eyes were welded tightly shut. He wouldn't let words speak for him; the feelings would tell him everything he'd need to know. With each thrust of his hips, the pressure on his thick rod felt better and better. He could feel it. It was coming - the wave of ecstasy, of total release, of giving himself to another.

"I-I'm getting... so close," Dags said through gritted teeth.

"Go ahead then," Shale moaned out. "Just, just don't make me wait any longer!" Shale arched his back again and could no longer hold back. His loins were burning with need and a feeling of electricity started in his groin and swelled up over his body and mind. He felt his orgasm flood through him, his cock throbbing and sending a spurt of warm greyhound cum shooting out to cover his own chest. Like most canine orgasms, it wasn't simply one spurt, but many, over and over. His eyes locked closed, his facemask of pure pleasure, he came again and again, warm spurts of hound cum drenching his chest.

Dags lifted his head and roared. It was like letting go of a leash with a monster at the other end; trying desperately to run away. He released himself in a flood of hot orgasm inside of Shale, the feeling of giving himself totally to another washed over his mind. The feeling was more intense than anything he'd experienced before. He withdrew out of Shale, but cum was still spurting from his shaft in intervals. Gripping his cock, he milked and stroked his shaft, riding the waves of sheer pleasure. This only made it shoot farther and land on Shale's muzzle. The feeling was intense. Nothing else in the world could ever feel as good as this.

As soon as it had come, the feeling disappeared and Dags' leakage began to slow until all that was left was a glorious afterglow. He kneeled over Shale, panting loudly.

Shale licked his muzzle clean of both his and Dags' cum. Panting and totally out of breath, he felt as though if he tried to stand, he might collapse. With his paw, he reached up and pulled the dragon down toward him, caressing Dags' face with his muzzle. He whispered in the dragon's ear, "That was amazing."

"You weren't half bad yourself," the dragon thrummed warmly.

Shale giggled as he licked the tip of his snout. The night air was leaving him feeling a bit exposed, but with the body of a big, strong dragon on top of him, safety wasn't a major concern of his. "Think maybe... we could... hook up again sometime?"

Dags' smirk returned. "You know where to find me."

"I'll look forward to it, big boy."

It was late and both of them were too exhausted to get dressed again and go home, so instead, they dressed each other, slipping and fumbling with their shorts and exchanging small gifts ranging from a quick lick to a play nip. And when they finished, they sprawled themselves beside one another on the filthy mattress, staring up at the sky. At last, Shale turned and slipped an arm across the dragon's broad chest. Dags had his eyes closed, but Shale could tell he wasn't yet asleep.

"Dags?"

The dragon grumbled in acknowledgement.

"I'm really glad I met you tonight." And he leaned over to plant another lick on the side of his cheek. Dags was pretending to already have fallen asleep, but Shale saw the corners of his mouth upturn at his gift. Then Shale rest his head on the dragon's chest and fell into darkness.

When he awoke, late and groggy the next morning, the dragon was gone. But Shale didn't need to search far to find him, for all he needed to see were the barely-legible numbers and words scrawled on the piece of paper that was tucked neatly inside his pants.