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This story was anonymously commissioned, and uses some characters provided by the client. The client initially wished for this story to remain private, but I convinced him to let me post it here. As always, feel free to share your thoughts below in the comments.

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Sydran sat by the fire just outside his tent, barely warmed by the flickering blaze and surrounded by the dark, night-chilled woods. Right then, he couldn't see how things could get any worse; he'd been snatched away from his homeworld when some mad scientist asshat had chucked him through a portal. Back home, the black dragon had had it all: a cushy job guarding rich kids for a security conglomerate, a sweet ride with a state-of-the-art propulsion drive, and a smoking hot boyfriend that took a dick as good as he gave it.

But all that was gone the second he fell through that portal; he'd wound up in what pretty much amounted to the dark ages, with no electricity, no extranet, and a bunch of magic hooey that belonged in a game of Witches & Warlords. After a few hours, he met up with some locals, got quickly accepted into their little village, then promptly failed every one of their stupid aptitude tests. Everything he knew about building gadgets and fighting dirty didn't help one bit when it had come to smithing a sword, making a pot, or brewing potions, and ultimately he wound up drafted in the village militia. There he'd learned a bit about using a spear (pro tip: pointy end goes in the other guy) and met the one person he really liked in the village: a red scaled dragon named Roland.

The two of them had bonded closely over the week of training, and when the call came for recruits to hunt down a fugitive named Jayron, he and Roland had signed up without hesitation. They'd had a great time at first, tracking the target through the woods and dispatching a few scraggly gnorcs along the way, but when they finally found their quarry, things got too real too quick. Rolan took a bottle of acid to the face seemingly out of nowhere, and before Sydran could react, he got hit with some kind of hallucinogen. He'd been forced to flee through the woods, chased by his friend's screams and all the horrible things his drug-addled mind could conjure up. When he finally regained his senses, it had been a few hours after dusk, and he'd set up a ragged camp a half-hour's march from the town.

Most of his mind was busy trying to figure out how Roland's death could have been prevented. Maybe if he'd been a bit faster, or a bit more observant, or just done something entirely different, things would have gone better... perhaps he should have just-

A slight jolt of motion snapped him out of self-pity. Without really thinking he pointed one finger at the intruder, let his internal biological battery loose for a split second, and shot out a bolt of lightning. The thing let out a small, startled squeal, and when the smoke cleared, he saw he'd just zapped a tiny feral mouse. At first, he felt a tad silly for being scared of such a little thing, but after a moment of consideration he leaned over and popped the cooked carcass into his mouth. He hadn't had much to eat lately, and the charred meat eased his hunger ever so slightly.

Sydran looked up at the crescent moon, still munching on the mouse as he stretched his arms and wings. It sure was getting late, he thought, and whatever welcome he'd get in the village was probably best received after a full night's rest. He brushed back his white hair a bit, crawled over to his bedroll, flopped down on his stomach, then threw a blanket over himself as he tucked his wings back. Today was a shitty day, tomorrow was probably also gonna be shitty... mmmm, he could really use a good fuck to take the edge off things. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly a little femboy around he could fuck in the ass, so he decided to get the next best thing.

He pulled back the covers, rolled onto his back, then quickly stripped off his pants and underwear; the thought of what he was about to do to himself had his cock already slid halfway out of his slit. With gentle paws he rubbed at the spade-shaped tip, encouraging the little guy out bit by bit. Once it'd gotten mostly out, he switched to good-old-fashioned jerking off, grabbing it by the shaft and slowly stroking it. He always liked feeling the little ridges on the underside and sometimes wondered what it felt like when he slid in balls deep. That got him thinking about some of his exploits back home, and that, in turn, led to him getting enthralled with masturbating. He kept on whacking it for a good minute, fantasizing about the heat and resistance of another guy's ass with each quickening stroke. He might have gone on like that all the way to the finish, but he quickly remembered why he was getting his cock out in the first place.

Sydran sat up, scooted his butt back, then leaned forward as far as flexibility allowed him. He got his muzzle pretty close to his cock, and his long, wet tongue was able to give it a good lick, but it wasn't enough; in a burst of strength, he grabbed himself by his pearly horns and yanked his head down to his crotch. His member slid into his mouth with practiced aim, engulfing it in cozy warmth. He quickly got to work face-fucking himself, bobbing his head up and down as his tongue slid and curled. Bending himself over like this wasn't exactly comfortable, but wrapping his tongue around the base of his shaft as he suckled on the tip was well worth it. He'd gotten to the point where he never felt his teeth, so all he felt was pure bliss.

Going at his own pace, he managed to last three minutes before cumming into his own mouth. He made extra sure to keep his lips sealed around his glans, suckling a bit more to milk out his own seed. Each spurt of the sticky white stuff got swallowed up in an instant, the runny texture and weird taste tolerable and even delicious after a decadent life of blowjobs and felching. Eventually, once he'd gushed everything he had, Sydran let his head up before flopping back onto the bedroll, spreading his wings under himself as he relaxed. The day's horrors and tomorrow's uncertainties didn't seem nearly as bad in the post-climax rush of dopamine, and Sydran quickly drifted off without bothering to pull on his pants.

Right as dawn broke, Sydran woke up, put his pants back on, packed up camp, and set off back towards the village. Along the way, he tried to figure out what he should do once he got there, pondering his various options. He could report straight to the drill sergeant named Bubba... well, no, big blue didn't get up for another hour at least, and he didn't really want to be the bearer of bad news so early in the day. The dragon's stomach suddenly growled, giving him a pretty good idea of where to go. There was a cafe in the town with good food and coffee, maybe he could get some breakfast there. He grabbed a pouch off his belt and pulled a few things out of it: small little gems that he'd been given as an advance payment. There were a bunch of red ones, some green ones, some blue ones, a couple yellow ones, and a single pink one; he had no clue what they were valued at, and for all he knew, the whole bag could be worth less than a hot meal. He'd have to ask the barkeep, Gavin, what to pay, but the dragon seemed kind enough to help him out instead of mocking him.

Sydran walked into town with battered spirits, scuffed clothing, and a heavy backpack of gear. He'd dropped the spear he'd been issued right after Roland's death, and the clumsily stitched leather armor he wore had been torn up a bit by a tumble through a briar. There were a few denizens of the town milling about in the street; some paid him no mind, others gave him a curious glance, and a few whispered behind raised paws. He tried his best not to think about what they were saying about him as he pushed through the batwing doors of the makeshift cafe, but the doubts and worries still wormed his way into his mind. Part of him thought he shouldn't care since most of these primitive screwheads were barely smart enough to read, but the anxiety still managed to get to him.

The cafe wasn't all that busy given the early hour, with a few patrons scattered about at the mix of wooden and metal tables. There was one group of four young drakes that eyed him suspiciously as he walked up to the bar, and Sydran quickly recognized them from his basic training for the militia. One of them, who had angry red scales and looked to be the ringleader, immediately hushed them as soon as the outsider came into sight. He could feel their eyes on the back of his neck, but the feeling of danger slightly subsided as Gavin the barkeep wandered over.

"Hey there, Sydran, what can I get you?" The big blue dragon might have looked intimidating if it wasn't for the big, welcoming smile that split his muzzle and the tiny mustache perched on his lip. The guy was at least a foot taller than Sydran, with the muscles of a bodybuilder, a tattoo sleeve of thorns, flowers, and skulls, and two wicked horns curling back from the top of his head. He had a coffee pot in one hand, and a cup in the other, and Sydran didn't know if he was going to serve him or drink it himself.

"Oh, just a blowjob and a bag of coke," Sydran joked, leaning on the bar and looking Gavin in the eye. He waited a second for the joke to sink in, but Gavin just seemed to become concerned rather than shocked. Maybe he really looked as bad as he felt, Sydran thought. "Some coffee would be nice," he muttered, his expression souring by the second.

Gavin put the cup he was holding down on the table, filled it three-fourths of the way, then pushed it over to Sydran. "What happened with the mission?" he asked, "And where's Roland?"

The black dragon let out a long sigh before grabbing his cup. "The whole op went to shit, the target escaped, Roland got half his face melted off, and I spent a few hours getting chased by giant spiders." He took a sip from the cup, ignoring the burning sensation the too-hot liquid caused. "Just another day in the militia, right?" Shocked gasps filled the cafe, followed by a chorus of whispers. Sydran could feel the burning glare of that red drake on the back of his neck, and he wondered how close he'd been to Roland. He thought his deceased friend hadn't been super popular, but he might have been wrong.

Gavin's brow furrowed, and his mouth hung open like his jaw was broken. "Is... is he dead?"

Sydran took another gulp, then looked down at his reflection in the dark liquid. Some militiaman he turned out to be. "Well, I think so; it'd be kinda hard to stay alive with most of your head turned to mush." He finished off the rest of the cup as more gasps, mutters, and whispers filled the air, then set it down before pulling out his gem pouch. "How much do I owe you for the coffee?"

The big bartender finally closed his mouth, and his concern melted into an expression of sympathy. "It's on the house. You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm always open."

He didn't know how sincere Gavin was being, or even if he cared about a newcomer. The idea of telling him to write his sympathies out on a card and shove it up his ass was pretty tempting, but this was the first time one of the villagers had at least tried to show him some empathy. It might come back to bite him in the ass later, but Sydran could use a confession session. "It's just that..." He paused, unsure of where to begin; shouted talk about the life he'd lost, the way most villagers did their best to ignore him, the feeling of pure defeat he felt from getting punked so easily, or the fact that he partially blamed himself for Roland's demise. "...I just feel like there's something more I could have done, you know? Maybe if I'd been a bit more observant, we could have caught that bastard, or maybe if we'd taken a different route, we wouldn't have walked into an ambush. And now I've got to report to Bubba, and when I do, I'm either going to get chewed out for incompetence or just get exiled for being an outsider."

Gavin filled the coffee cup again, then pushed it back toward Sydran. "Well, life just sucks sometimes, and everyone gets laid low eventually. Maybe you did screw up, maybe things could have gone better, but the important thing is to focus on the present. You're still here, you're safe, and you've got at least one friend who'll stay by your side. Things could be far worse, too: imagine if neither of you had made it back alive." Sydran had a pretty tart rebuttal to the whole "could be worse" argument, but he held his tongue. "Trust me, it's better to look on the bright side and let go of the past. Sure, it can be hard, but in the end, it's better than wallowing in your failures."

Something about his earnesty lit a spark in Sydran's heart, and that spark was enough to rekindle at least a semblance of his usual spirit. "You know, I've got something else that's hard," he jested, "There wouldn't happen to be a good brothel in town, would there?"

Gavin cracked a smile, letting out a small chuckle. "No, but I can get you some hot breakfast. Want some?" Sydran instinctively perked up at the mention of food, which Gavin took as a definite yes. "Hey, Harv," he called out, "Whip up some eggs and bacon, will you?" A scrawny green drake with a bandanna on his head popped halfway out of the kitchen, gave a quick thumbs-up, then ducked back into the kitchen.

As sounds of clattering, chattering, and frying grew a tad more intense, Sydran had a sudden thought. He pulled out his bag of gems, dumping a bunch of the small stones onto the table. "Hey, Gavin," he asked, "How much are all these worth?"

"Don't worry, the breakfast is on the house too." Gavin was about to wander off when he realized Sydran wasn't putting the gems away; he decided it couldn't hurt to tell him about the local currency. "The red ones are worth one, the greens are worth two, the blues are five, and that yellow is ten. If you run into any pink ones, those are worth twenty-five."

Sydran looked up at the menu, written on a dull black slate in chalk. Just about every option for breakfast was about three gems, with only one priced at a full five. He then turned around and scanned the rest of the building, earning a few suspicious glances from the young drakes. There were five patrons in all, nine if he counted the drakes. Three times nine was twenty-seven, and he had twenty on the table... he quickly grabbed a blue and two reds, adding them to the pile before pushing it toward Gavin. "I'd like to buy a meal for everyone in here," Sydran proudly declared, "Even the four jerk-offs who've been staring at my ass for the last few minutes." He turned around to see the red drake fuming, and the black dragon subtly gave him a wink and a blown kiss.

He turned back with a sly grin and saw Gavin looking at him scoldingly, barely suppressing a smile of his own. "Harvey!" the big blue dragon shouted, "Get Percy out here and start taking orders; Sydran here just bought everyone breakfast!"

Fifteen minutes later, Sydran walked out of the cafe's doors with a spring in his step. The fear of reprisal was gone, replaced by a glowing sense of happiness. True, he still felt bad about failing the mission and seeing Roland die, but with a belly full of food and the satisfaction of charity it didn't weigh down on him nearly as much. He was marching down the main road of the town towards the training fields where the militia tended to gather; Bubba probably wasn't up yet, but he could still train while he waited. Using a spear wasn't something he was entirely familiar with, but through fisticuffs and knife fights he knew the basic principles.

As the field drew into view, he noticed that his assumptions about it being mostly empty were wrong, seeing as how there were several dragons in cheap armor standing at attention in two lines of thirty that were facing each other. Each had on different colored tabards: one line had black, and the other had white. A big, hulking shape was marching up and down the middle, shouting something in the gruff voice only a drill sergeant could master. He knew it was Bubba even before he could make out the tarnished metal armor and intimidating facial spikes, and as Sydran got closer, he could start to make out whatever inspiring speech he was giving to the troops. "...have no mercy, give no quarter, treat them like the enemy! If you see your friend wearing the enemy's colors, you will not wave, you will not chat, you will yell as loudly as possible and charge at them without hesitation!"

One of the recruits hesitantly raised one paw, causing Bubba to turn and stare him down. "Uh, sir?" he asked, "What if we've snuck up on them, should we just give our position away? It just seems like-"

"SNEAKING IS FOR BED-WETTING PUSSIES WHO CAN'T LIFT THEIR BODY WEIGHT! Never worry about giving your position away, private Perkins; in fact, you should be actively giving it away so that they come to you! A good battle cry puts fear in your enemies' hearts, makes them quake in their boots, and gets them to either come within smashing range or run away like little bitches! Do I make myself clear?" Bubba's muzzle was inches from Perkins's face by the end of the tirade, and the private just shakily nodded in response. The big blue dragon turned back to continue pacing down the line when he spotted Sydran approaching. At first, Bubba looked pleased, but then furrowed his brow as he looked closer at the approaching dragon. "Sydran, report! Where's Roland, and why haven't you got the target?"

Sudden dread encroached upon him, but he still managed to force out a few words. "Roland is... he's dead, sir, killed in an ambush. I got hit with some kind of drug and had to retreat." Sydran's head hung low as he heard the familiar chorus of gasps, and he did his best to not think of how many in the militia considered Roland their friend. "The mission was a failure."

There was a moment of shocked silence before Bubba turned back around to face his troops, his face doing its best to hide his emotion. "Let's take a moment to remind ourselves what exactly we do here. We aren't just running around in armor and playing war because its fun, we do it because we're the first and last line of defense. If something came down into the valley tomorrow, be it gnorcs, gnolls, or a pack of bandits, I expect every one of you to put your lives on the line for this town and its people, just as I'd give my life to save any one of you." He turned back to Sydran and motioned him over, directing him to join the line of black tabards. "We'll get the bastard responsible," Bubba whispered to him, "But for now, I need you to keep a straight head on your shoulders. You got that?" Sydran nodded, prompting Bubba to move back to the front of both lines.

"For those of you too busy daydreaming to hear me last time, today we'll be spending the day performing a mock battle. Your commander has been given an amulet, and the rest of you are to make sure this amulet remains in his position. If the other army gets your amulet and gets it to their commander, they get a point; the battle resets, and you try again. Whichever army has the most points by sundown gets to go to dinner, while the losers have to all run three laps on the gauntlet." He pointed one ominous claw toward the obstacle course of hurdles, mud, hoops, and practice dummies that everyone called "the gauntlet"; Sydran had been through it precisely once, and didn't intend to do so anymore. "Once I sound the starting horn, you are free to cut, burn, bludgeon, stab, zap, and generally mutilate anyone on the opposing army so long as you don't kill them; both armies have healers, so whatever doesn't kill you outright will just make you that much tougher. Your commanders have the location for your starting point, so follow their lead. Any questions?"

Private Perkins raised his hand again. "Sir, what about lunch?"

Bubba stomped back over to him, looking the scrawny drake right in the eyes. "What about it?" he growled.

"Sir, are we going to have a break for lunch, or-"

"Tell me, Perkins, do you have any combat experience? Ever been out on the front lines before?"

"N-no, sir."

"Well I have, and let me assure you THERE ARE NO LUNCH BREAKS! When you're balls deep in hostile territory smashing skulls left and right, the enemy will not stop trying to kill you simply because your little tummy's rumbling! If you get hungry, kill something and eat it, nobody's leaving the woods until sundown. Am I understood?"

"Sir yes sir!" came the resounding chorus of voices. Even Sydran chimed in, if only because he kinda liked the whole military mindset.

"Then get moving!"

The two lines immediately turned and ran in different directions, following their commanders to their home bases. Sydran swiftly caught up to the front where his army's leader was chatting with his subordinates. "...we just fly up, meet them in the air. It'll be a lot easier than fighting in the trees."

"Yeah, that's probably best," Sydran chimed in, "Unless, of course, you want better than fifty-fifty odds of winning."

The commander turned to look at him, and his underlings followed suit. "Who asked you?" he said, taking on a confronting tone. "I'm the one in charge here, not you."

Sydran raised his hands with palms forward, trying not to seem too insubordinate. "I know you're in command, sir," he purred, "I just wanted to give my opinion on your strategy since I'm going to be one of the ones carrying it out." Some of the lieutenants seemed intrigued, while one seemed pissed at the outsider's audacity. "Since we'd be fighting on even terms, they'd have just a good a chance of winning as us, meaning there's a good chance we'll all have to run the gauntlet after sundown. What I propose is that we don't meet them in the air, we take them out from the ground while they're busy looking for us. We find their leader, snipe him out of the sky, then grab the amulet before they can react."

"So you want us to sneak around?" the leader asked, his brow furrowing. "That doesn't really seem honorable..."

"Trust me, honor just gets you stabbed in the back," Sydran replied. "We do it this way, hit 'em hard and fast, and before you know it, we'll be in the mess hall eating supper while those other losers are working their asses off."

The leader exchanged a few questioning glances with his subordinates, then nodded once they reached a silent consensus. "Alright, we'll do it your way. I hope you know what you're doing, outsider."

Twenty minutes later, the horn sounded, and the two armies began their assaults. Sydran's army quickly took up positions within the tree canopy, hiding behind the branches and leaves. Then they waited, first one minute, then five. Sydran himself was starting to doubt his plan when he heard the telltale sounds of wings beating in the distance. The leader heard it too, and the group began passing around silent signals to get ready. Arrows were knocked, spears were hefted, and the two mages started tracing arcane symbols in the air. Their opponents were caught entirely off-guard as a volley of projectiles and spells surged toward them from the trees, and about a third of their forces went down in the first few moments. Among them was the enemy's leader, and Sydran rushed over to get the amulet. He shot down a pursuing drake with a bullseye bolt of lightning, then nailed the drake's partner with a spear to the wing. His commander got to the amulet right as Sydran landed, and the black dragon prepared to defend against a counterattack when the deep, booming sound of a church bell filled the air.

"Alright, that's enough!" Bubba's voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, startling Sydran and no one else. "Black army, great work on that ambush! If that had been a real battle, I doubt you'd have suffered a single casualty. White army, how many times have I told you to keep your damn eyes open? Any enemy with any kind of brain isn't going to just come to you without a little provocation, you need to charge at them instead of meandering about!"

Sydran looked over to see the drake named Perkins landing on the ground, wearing a white tabard with a big tear through the front. "Sir, I thought you said-"

"I SAID YOU COULD BE AMBUSHED AT ANY MOMENT, PERKINS! Are you deaf or just incredibly stupid? Get everyone healed up and back to your bases, the next round starts in ten minutes. Dismissed!" Sydran looked around for a moment, wondering where the voice had come from, but after a few moments he just chalked it up to magic. He still didn't understand how these dragons could mend bodies and hurl fire with little more than a hand gesture and a few syllables, and part of him wanted to learn this power for himself.

What was usually a series of airborne battles turned into a harsh lesson in guerrilla warfare that only got more brutal as the day wore on. There were ambushes, a great many backstabbings, several booby traps, and even an instance of disguise. Both groups fought hard for victory, trying whatever they could to get the upper hand. At one point, the white army started smearing their tabards with mud or just taking them off entirely, since those that didn't stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the greens and browns of the forest. Some even decided to take off their armor for the sake of noise, since any wound they suffered could just be healed up once the round ended. By the time the sun began to slide behind the horizon, everyone was sneaking around covered in camouflage, using whatever they found as cover. Everyone was on edge, expecting to get a spear in the back at any moment, and the rounds became longer and longer as the commanders got better at hiding.

Sydran was skulking around the edge of the woods, trying to find loners or small groups to pick off. He'd already left Perkins unconscious with a quick jolt to the neck, and two more enemies lay defeated in his wake. He'd found the tracks of two more victims, a poorly concealed path of footsteps and broken branches, and was following them as silently as a panther. One of them was wounded, judging by the little spattering of blood he'd seen in a few places, and odds were he-WHACK!

Sydran's vision went blurry as something slammed into the back of his head, right behind his horns. He went keeling over from a crouch and landed face first into the dirt, and right as he did so something else hit him in the wings. Without really thinking, he raised one hand and tried to fire off a blast of electricity, but due to being both stunned and drained he couldn't muster more than a few sparks. Then the club came down right on his upraised arm, and from the sharp crack and burning pain, he knew the strike had broken a bone. He tried to make a grab for his knife with his intact arm, but another blow to the head knocked any notion of fighting back out of his mind. All he could do was curl up as clubs rained down on him, hitting him all over but thankfully not breaking anything else. He didn't know how long the beating lasted, it all just dissolved into a haze of pain. Eventually, his attackers slowed, giving him a few parting kicks to the ribs and spitting on him before leaving. He made out only a single sentence over the din of agony, something that dripped with hatred and scorn: "That was for Roland, you piece of shit." As the pain began to drag him down into unconsciousness, and his vision began to fade to black, he caught a fleeting glimpse of angry red scales and the shape of a tall young drake.

"Can you hear me? Dude, you awake?" Sydran awoke to the feeling of someone's paw on the side of his neck, followed by gentle shaking of his shoulder. His battered body flashed with pain at the sudden motion, and without thinking, he groaned and rolled away from the stranger's touch. "Oh shit, man, you're arm's broken... lemme just..." He cracked his eyes open to see a pink dragon standing over him, reaching out to grab him by the arm. His scales were partially covered in dark grey plates, and he had two short horns protruding from his head. Sydran groaned some more and pulled away, not wanting the stranger to hurt the fracture more. "Come on, man, I can't fix it if I can't touch it." The pink dragon grew more persistent, grabbing Sydran's wrist and elbow before muttering a few syllables. The broken bone then snapped back into place, seeming to defy all laws of science and reason. It hurt like hell for a split second, but after the initial pain faded, he realized all he felt in his arm was a dull throbbing.

Sydran gradually gained some sense of where he was and what had happened as he sat up, testing his limbs to see if anything else was broken. Nothing else seemed to be, but he still felt like he'd been hit by a train. "Thanks," he muttered, "I still feel like shit, but thanks."

"No problem, dude." The stranger reached out one paw, which Sydran gladly took. After helping him to his feet, the pink dragon held out his paw again, this time accompanying it with a greeting. "I'm Halvor, by the way."

Sydran clasped the outstretched paw with his own, his face twisting into a sarcastic smirk. "Nice to meet you Halvor, I'm-"

"Sydran, right? Were you the outsider who wound up here a week ago?"

The black dragon gave a mock bow. "The one and only. Now, I'm sorry if I seem a bit rushed, but I haven't eaten anything other than lightning-fried squirrel for the last thirteen hours, and I'd kind of like some actual food. I just hope the mess hall is still open..."

He started walking off but was quickly stopped by Halvor. "Hey, man, do you know who did this to you? Maybe we could go report it to Bubba, or-"

"Food now, snitching later."

Sydran pushed past Halvor again but looked back when he felt a paw clasp onto his arm. Halvor was holding him back, and when he looked into the dragon's eyes, he saw a strangely disciplined resolve. "Can't let you do that, man, Bubba's orders."

"Oh, so you're arresting me? Don't you have to read me my rights, or is that rule waived for outsiders around here?"

"Dude, Bubba just wants to talk to you. You've been missing for a few hours and the big guy's starting to worry, so chill out and follow me." Halvor began walking off back toward town, and Sydran swiftly decided he'd follow him. It'd probably be better to get this over with quickly, and not getting reprimanded for disobedience would be a plus. It took them a few minutes to get back to the town proper, and from there they made their way down the main road to the militia command tent.

Bubba was sitting at his desk, paws put together in front of him with claws interlocked. When he laid eyes on Sydran, his stoic expression quickly melted into concern, and he stood up from the desk to better survey the damage. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, "And why aren't you with one of the healers?"

Sydran hiked one thumb back toward Halvor. "Pinkie pie here brought me straight to your tent; apparently he didn't think it was necessary to do more than fix my busted arm." Bubba's face began to contort with anger, but before he could act on it, Sydran spoke up. "It's fine, though, I've been through way worse than this without some magic voodoo shit to patch me up. Right now, the two things that'd help me most are a bottle of scotch and a good fuck. I don't suppose you'd be willing to supply either, would you?"

To Sydran's surprise, the big dragon seemed to consider things for a moment, then pointed to Halvor. "Get me a list of everyone who was friends with Roland, then cross-reference it with the list of known outsider-haters. We need to narrow down whoever could have done this and find some suspects, and I want them in stocks by tomorrow night!"

"Their leader is a drake with red scales," Sydran added, "I think he hangs out at Gavin's cafe with some of his douchebag friends."

Halvor nodded, then turned and left. Sydran was left alone with Bubba, and the two of them eyed one another with curious glances. Bubba broke the stare-down when he grabbed something from under his desk: a bottle of amber liquid that looked pretty alcoholic. Was he actually taking Sydran's request seriously? "Tell you what," Bubba said, "I'm willing to let you go get wasted and laid, provided you can prove yourself competent."

The thought of getting drunk and finding a cute twink to bone sounded better and better by the minute. "Alright, and what do I have to do to prove my competence? Run the gauntlet? Kill something? Suck your dick?"

Bubba chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "No, just a friendly wrestling match. There's a spot out in the woods I think would be perfect, it's only two minutes away."

The big dragon started walking toward the tent flap, but Sydran held up one hesitant paw. "So if I win, I get the night to myself, and if I lose...?"

"You go to the infirmary and cooperate fully with the investigation. It's a win for you both ways, and I'm guessing a good contest of strength would get someone like you back in better spirits. Come on." Sydran followed him back out of the tent and out of the militia camp, heading for the woods. Bubba was right, it was a pretty short walk, and once they got to the clearing Sydran thought it was kind of serene. The moon lit up the moss and grass with silvery light, and the trees formed a seemingly impenetrable gloomy barrier. It was the perfect spot for some late night sparring, he thought, right before Bubba began to take off his armor. As he undid the straps and tossed aside his metal breastplate, Sydran got a nice, long look at the big dragon's muscle-bound chest, and his arousal only went up as more and more of Bubba's body got revealed, until at last the big blue dragon wore nothing but a loincloth and a set of leather bracers. Sydran licked his lips nervously before following suit, taking off his militia-issue leather armor and his outer layer of clothing. The size difference between him and Bubba was painfully obvious now; the militia commander had at least twice as much muscle as Sydran, and there was no way in hell he could win this fairly.

Sydran nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hoping his growing erection wouldn't get noticed. "So, do you want to count down, or..."

"I'll let you start us off, give it everything you got."

"Alright..." He began pacing toward Bubba, taking up a grappling stance once he got within a few feet. "On your mark... get set... go!" He rushed toward his opponent, grabbing his left wrist and shoulder. Sydran tried to sweep Bubba's leg out from under him, but it was like kicking a marble column; the big dragon's leg didn't move an inch, and he didn't hesitate to retaliate by shoving him back onto his ass.

"C'mon, you can do better than that! Put some backbone into it!" Sydran sprung to his feet, not really thinking before rushing Bubba again. This time he tried slamming his shoulder into the bigger dragon's gut, grabbing the backs of his knees as a flap of his wings pushed him forward. For a split second, he thought he might actually topple the giant, but the feeling of triumph instantly evaporated as thick arms wrapped around his waist. He squirmed and struggled as Bubba hoisted him upside down, pinning his wings against his back. Suddenly, he felt something semi-squishy behind his head, something that kind of felt like... something he could use. Sydran reached one arm up and back as Bubba prepared to piledriver him into the ground, slipping it under the big dragon's loincloth and grabbing him by the cock. He heard a little gasp of surprise, and the arms holding him up weakened just enough for him to escape; by spreading his wings and kicking his legs toward his stomach, he was able to flip out of Bubba's grasp and land on his feet.

He didn't get much of a break, though, as Bubba got back on the offensive almost instantly. Sydran barely managed to dodge his first swipe, but the second nabbed him by the wrist. Bubba then dropped one knee and grabbed him around the waist backward, putting his shoulder against Sydran's belly before chucking him over his shoulder. Sydran was a bit more ready this time and managed to land on his feet, but it hardly mattered when Bubba pulled him into a rear naked choke. His thick legs wrapped around Sydran's waist, hooking the feet under his knees so he couldn't move his legs. The lanky black dragon was helpless to get Bubba's sinewy arms off his neck, and he could feel his air supply start to strain. Bubba then rolled onto his side, squeezing his opponent against his muscular body and making escape seem even less likely. "C'mon, Sydran," he whispered into his ear, "Don't give up yet, figure a way out of this, I know you're smart enough..."

Sydran's mind was going into panic mode, trying in vain to brute force his way out, right up until a strange epiphany struck. All of a sudden he became hyper-aware of Bubba's crotch pressing into his back, and as he stopped straining he realized he did have one free limb. He began curling his tail backward, using the tapered tip to feel his way around his opponent. He quickly found Bubba's rump, and with a cruel smile on his face, he sunk his tail as far into the big dragon's ass as it would go. That alone was enough to make Bubba reel in shock, but when Sydran reached down and gave his cock a small jolt, he felt the sweet release of the arms around his windpipe. At first, he thought about returning the favor and getting the upper hand, but his mind suddenly decided on a much naughtier path of action.

Bubba quickly recovered, scrambling backward and bracing himself for another assault. That tingly thing Sydran did with his hands had flicked on something in the primitive part of his mind, switching part of his attention to the black dragon's body. It was all too easy to imagine him sucking away at his cock, giving him some release he sorely needed. That electric stuff could make him a beast in bed, especially if... no, no, he needed to focus. This was one of his subordinates, he thought, and all they were doing was wrestling. Even if Sydran had groped him... and gave him a slightly pleasurable tail-fucking... he couldn't have relations with someone under his rank... could he?

"Hey, Bubba," Sydran called out, "Whaddya say we change the bet? How about if I can get you off in under a minute, you leave me alone for the night?"

The big dragon responded with a shouting charge, looking to finish this quickly and get him to tap out. Unfortunately for him, he was too distracted enough to catch Sydran as he dodged to the side. Then his lean opponent swiftly moved around to his back, reaching around to grab his semi-stiff shaft. He could feel Sydran's cock rubbing up against him; the black dragon must have slipped out of his underwear at some point. "I wonder," he purred, "Does a big guy like you ever take it in the ass?" Bubba's first instinct was to whirl around and backhand the scrawny twerp, but he hesitated a moment as he thought back to a few months ago. He had taken it in the ass... and he'd liked it too; somehow the feeling of getting dominated had almost been... comforting. Maybe he should give in... Sydran was gently teasing his cock, stroking it ever so slowly to get him even more aroused... but no, he couldn't let this outsider see him roll over and show his belly. He whirled around and made a grab for his opponent, but his paw whiffed through open air. Sydran had dropped to his knees, and as Bubba looked on, he took his fat cock by the base and gave the tip a nice, long lick. "Mmmm, you taste delicious... would you rather I respect your rank, sir?"

"Uhhh..." Before Bubba could reply, his former opponent began sucking on his stiff member in earnest. Sydran was only able to fit half of the massive thing in his mouth, but his tongue made up for it, wrapping around the shaft and tickling his balls. Bubba moaned as the smaller dragon earnestly sucked on his cock, engulfing his glans in warm, wet goodness. "Mmmph..." A small part of him wanted to keep fighting, but the part of him that hadn't gotten laid in four months quickly drowned out any notions of retaliating; he'd all but forgotten how good it felt to get a quality blowjob, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity over a measly question of rank. "Yeah, keep going. Ohhh..."

Sydran gave him one last lick right on the underside of his cock, then switched to stroking the thick piece of meat with one hand as he fondled Bubba's balls. "Quite the pecker you've got here, sir, seems like it'd be quite the challenge to find someone who can take it. Any luck?"

Bubba groaned as the smaller dragon continued to pleasure him. "No, not-ahh... not really..."

"Such a shame. You know, if I was your size I bet I could take you." His maw closed again on the tip of his cock, sucking at the rounded glans like a popsicle. He thought he could taste the gooey goodness of precum leaking out, but then again he could be wrong. Each little suckle and lick brought a satisfied moan from the bigger dragon. One of his meaty paws landed on the top of Sydran's head, helping him along as the claws curled through his white hair. With a little help, he managed to get Bubba's massive member pretty far down his throat, and the added muscular contraction of his esophagus only made it that much better. He could definitely taste precum now, and he wondered how long it would take for the big dragon to blow his load. It'd probably be one hell of an eruption, too, seeing as how pent up he was.

Suddenly, Bubba began leaning over, his face scrunched up as he neared the point of no return. He thought Sydran would keep going, but to his surprise, the black dragon pulled his cock out of his throat and started feverishly jerking him off with both hands. "Come on, give me it all," Sydran purred, "I want your seed all over me, sir!" A few seconds later, the big dragon hit his limit, and his first powerful spurt of cum shot into the air before landing on Sydran's snout. The black dragon quickly aimed the next cumshot at his mouth and got a nice, sticky faceful of dragon cum. Bubba continued to orgasm as Sydran swallowed what he had in his mouth, and the uncontrolled gushing got all over his face and body. When Bubba finally stopped cumming, he saw that the lithe black dragon had a thick glaze of cum on his chest and chin, with more oozing off his muzzle. "Satisfied, sir?" he asked, wiping a glob of jizz from his muzzle with the back of one hand.

"Hahhh, yeah... but I still got some fight left in me. How about I take your ass to pound town... you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His massive cock was still stiff as a board, something Sydran saw as something of a miracle. To his surprise, Bubba knelt down on the ground in front of him, but he was a bit less surprised when the big dragon knocked him over. Their cocks accidentally bumped together as Bubba lined himself up, preparing to use Sydran's lean body as a cock sleeve. "Just relax," he murmured, "This'll only hurt for a little bit."

Sydran's dick could hardly measure up to Bubba's monster cock, seeing as how it was far thicker and a few inches longer. God, that'd feel great slipping into his lubed up ass... but he didn't think it'd be worth not being able to walk normally for a week. "A-ah, could we do something a bit less... destructive?" he murmured, "Maybe... this?" He wrapped one paw around both of their cocks, but it couldn't hold the massive girth of both of their members at once. Bubba quickly got the idea, though, and his giant paw firmly squeezed their members together. As the big dragon jerked both of them off at once, Sydran began to notice the texture on the big dragon's cock a bit more clearly; there were almost overlapping scales on the bottom, and the glans was ringed with little studs at the base.

Of course, Bubba hardly seemed inexperienced when it came to frotting; his massive paw squeezed their cocks with fantastic strength, rubbing just fast enough to feel good but slow enough to keep him from cumming. "Mmmm, faster, sir," he muttered, and Bubba gladly complied. Both of them groaned with the increased friction, and the feeling only got better as precum leaked onto his paw. The intimate embrace of his hand was pushing him toward the edge, getting him closer and closer to-

"Hrrrgh!" The fast strokes began to slow down as Bubba suddenly came, shooting even more of his thick, sticky seed onto Sydran's chest. He felt disappointed and dissatisfied, wishing Bubba could have held out longer, but he still tried to enjoy the few last strokes of his paw. Ropes of sticky cum swiftly got all over his belly, covering his whole torso in semen; part of him wondered where Bubba was keeping all this stuff, while another part loved the filthy warmth of another male's juices on his scales. Sydran still had a throbbing erection, though, and he thought he knew just what he wanted to do with it.

As the big dragon sat back, Sydran quickly advanced on him, crawling on top of him while his paws began to slide down his chest. "You know, sir, I'm feeling a bit left out here; two orgasms for you, but none for poor old me... I think we ought to fix that, don't you think?"

Bubba looked up at him, seeming a tad drained after cumming twice. "You can go," he muttered, "Get that good fuck you were talking about, maybe sleep off the beating."

"Mmmm, I could do that..." Sydran's paws quickly found Bubba's groin, but instead of focusing on his cock, one of his hands reached further down and began teasing his little anus. "...but why should I walk back to town when I can get what I want right here?" His claw gently pressed in, entering Bubba's ass with a little resistance and making the big dragon shiver. "Don't worry, a little dick like mine wouldn't hurt one bit... unless, of course, you want it too."

Gods, Bubba thought, that sounded amazing; ever since that one night two years ago, he couldn't stop dreaming about taking a throbbing dick up his ass, and with Sydran's talents it'd be even better... oh, what the hell was he thinking, he couldn't let someone under his command do that to him! "Sydran, no. Go back to town, that's an order."

The lithe black dragon didn't seem fazed one bit and crawled further on top of Bubba with a mischievous smirk. "Well, I guess you'll just have to write me down for insubordination," he purred, "Cause I'm getting that ass whether you like it or not."

Conflicting feelings creased the bigger dragon's face as he pushed the smaller dragon aside and hesitantly got up. He tried just walking away, but he only got a few steps before Sydran pressed close behind him. His lean arms wrapped around Bubba's waist, reaching down to fondle his thick cock. Sydran's member insistently pressed between his ass cheeks, sneaking underneath his tail but not quite penetrating. As his hands found their mark and began gently stroking and teasing, Bubba decided in a moment of resolve that he wouldn't become a slave to his own impulses. "I said no, and that's final." He swiftly peeled off Sydran's paws and continued walking, but the black dragon wouldn't take no for an answer.

Sydran grabbed Bubba's cock with one hand and groped his muscular chest with the other, and before the bigger dragon could react, he felt a strange electric tingling in his member. He stopped in his tracks, stunned by the pure pleasure Sydran was providing. "No one has to know about this," the black dragon purred, "No one has to know you like it up the ass, or that this little twink managed to get you all on his own..." His hands continued to stimulate his partner, rubbing the fat tip as electricity arced between his fingers.

Bubba started thinking about asserting his dominance over this situation, maybe pinning the scrawny black-scaled pervert to the ground and fucking him silly... but he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to indulge in his own kinks. Sydran was an outsider, a loner, probably the least likely of anyone to reveal his little fetish. Despite his hesitation, he slowly lowered himself onto his hands and knees, raising his spined tail and spreading his muscular thighs. He looked back at Sydran with a burning severity in his eyes, making it abundantly clear that this was a one-time thing. "Tell no one," he growled, then bent down and prepared for what came next.

"Not a soul, sir." Sydran got down behind the commander, then scooped up some cum from his chest and spread it on his cock. He put another glob onto Bubba's taint, then gently penetrated him with a single claw to get him properly lubed up. Once he was able to slip in two fingers without Bubba groaning, he lined himself up and placed the tip of his cock on the big dragon's puckered hole. "Just relax," he purred, "This'll only hurt for a little bit." With a gentle thrust of his hips, he got just the tip inside Bubba, causing both of them to gasp as his ass clamped down. After giving him a moment to adjust, Sydran slowly pushed further in, the slimy cum he'd spread inside making it so much easier. He hit another wall a few inches in, and Bubba gasped as he gradually pushed through it. Before he knew it, he was balls deep inside the big blue dragon; the muscles squeezed and contracted against him, silently begging to be fucked. Bubba let out a small moan of pleasure as his thick tail curled over Sydran's shoulder, and he leaned back into the black dragon's hips, something that his lover saw as a definite sign of approval. "See, it's not that bad," Sydran cooed, "I'll take good care of you, don't you worry, and I'll make sure I don't tell anyone the big, burly commander loves getting fucked like a bitch."

Bubba was about to reply, but the words died on his lips as Sydran began thrusting into him. The lithe dragon didn't look like it, but he was ruthless; before long he was jackhammering into Bubba's ass like it was his rightful place, relishing in the way the bigger dragon submissively pressed back. His insides felt terrific, both from the slimy cum, the intense heat, and the pressure of muscles trying to squeeze out the intruding organ. "There you go," Sydran growled, "Moan for me you little bitch, show me how much you love it." Bubba let out something between a moan and a whimper, unable to speak coherently with the thorough pounding he was receiving. Despite his massive muscles and intimidating stature, the big dragon easily bowed down under his temporary master; somehow, the feeling of getting owned was far better than anything else he'd felt, even the lovely experience of having his masculine form worshipped. His tail wrapped tightly around Sydran, doing its best to hold him close as his crotch mercilessly slapped into his rump.

It only got better when Sydran leaned down over him like a feral hound, reaching around his hips to grab his thick shaft. His smaller hand began stroking up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts, and almost right away he could feel precum leaking out of the tip. With a little bit of slimy slickness and a small tingly charge, he had Bubba on the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds, his breathing only getting heavier as he prepared to cum. Sydran's hand gripped him tight, trying to coax out his seed with each quickened stroke; with the combined assault on his cock and his prostate, Bubba found it almost impossible to keep himself bottled up for long, and with one last bestial moan he started squirting thick ropes of cum into the grass. Sydran milked him through the whole thing, cupping his balls with one hand and squeezing his cock with the other, all while still slamming into his ass. Bubba fell forward onto his chest as blissful overstimulation washed over him, letting out a series of satisfied moans as he finished blowing his load. By the end of it, there was a decent sized puddle of cum right under his crotch, and little dollops of the sticky white substance still leaked from his cock.

Sydran wasn't far behind and gave a few last powerful thrusts before burying himself in Bubba's rear. He let the big dragon's powerful flexing muscles finish him off, and when he came, he made sure it got as deep into his guts as possible. Bubba could feel the hot, viscous fluid filling him up, squirting into crevices he never knew could be filled, coating his insides with slimy, sticky goodness. After his first few spurts, Sydran pulled his cock out with a satisfying schlorp and shot the rest of his seed onto Bubba's bare back, adding to the feeling of utter dominance. The big dragon's tight little hole still gaped even after pulled out, leaking viscous cum onto the grass as he shakily got to his feet. He turned to see Sydran standing in front of him, one hand perched slyly on his hip and one eyebrow raised quizzically. "So," he murmured, "Is this gonna be a regular thing, or do you just want a one night stand? I'm fine with meeting here again... maybe next time you can take the lead, unless you like getting used like a fucktoy."

"No." Bubba swiftly turned away, heading for a barely-visible path in the trees. "Even though that was pretty good, I can't have an affair with one of my subordinates, let alone an outsider." The last term stung a little, both for Bubba to say and Sydran to hear, but Sydran had been in plenty of situations where his sexploits had defied cultural norms. "There's a river near here, we can both get cleaned up without much risk of anyone seeing us."

After taking a look at his jizz-glazed torso, Sydran quickly followed. "Fine by me," he said, "You sure cum an awful lot, even for someone your size."

The two of them made it to the river without issue, and they both managed to get mostly clean. Bubba could still feel a bit of warm semen deep inside his rear, but he decided he'd deal with that another time. Sydran had just gotten out of the water, and he was in the middle of drying his snow-white hair when Bubba's massive paw landed on his shoulder. When he turned around, the big dragon had a stony expression on his face, the stern mask of command put back into place. "Sydran, you will tell no one what has happened tonight, you will never mention it to anyone unless I explicitly tell you to. Are we clear?"

Sydran threw up his paw in mock salute. "Sir yes sir, sir! Now are we going to go get dressed, or are we just going to stand here naked until someone sees us?"

The two dragons quickly returned to their clothing, got dressed, then headed out of the woods back into town on different paths. As Sydran fell asleep in his tattered tent, he realized that a new start in a medieval world full of magic might not be all that bad. Who knows, he thought, maybe he could make an even better life here after a few years, or even sooner if he could land himself a steady boyfriend.

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