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“Howdy, you mind if I sit with you?”

The young man looked up from his map and found it difficult to look back down. “Uhh, no, not at all.”

The stranger took that as his cue to take a seat across from the flustered man. He watched his eyes stare at him then flutter around the busy saloon.

The no longer alone man sighed when he saw the saloon was packed. “So, umm, you new ‘round here?”

“Aye,” the stranger said. “It’s a long tale. My name’s Cel, by the way.”

“John.” There was something irresistible about Cel’s eyes. They were blue, a rather bright, almost unnatural blue. He caught himself staring for far too long and tried to forge a distraction. “Odd name, you a Brit?”

“No. Like I said, ‘tis a long tale.” Cel smiled and gestured towards a waiter. “Let me get you a drink for your hospitality. It’s damn busy in here.”

“That it is,” John said, “but you really don’t have to.”

“Nonsense,” Cel replied. He asked for the finest whiskey they had. After the bottle was delivered, he poured some for his new acquaintance, and then he gestured at the map. “So what’s this then? You going on a trip?”

John took a sip of his drink, hoped his awkward stares towards the other man’s well-muscled body went unnoticed, and let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, well, no, not really. I’ve got a delivery job, expedited and prepaid. Gotta haul out tonight.”

“Really?” Cel leaned back. “Haven’t you felt the winds and the clouds? There’s going to be a snowstorm tonight, I guarantee it.”

“A snowstorm? This far south? I doubt it. Might rain a bit but it’s not my first trip through rain.”

The odd man shrugged. “As you say, John. Another drink?”

John noticed something change in the man’s unnaturally handsome blue eyes. They seemed…foreboding. But his generosity caught him off guard, and accepted another drink. They chatted for a while longer, until he had to prepare for his departure.

---

John crawled his way to a nearby tree and slumped against its trunk. How did it come to this? The mysterious stranger he had met at the saloon had been right. A blizzard, unheard of in these parts, had snuck up on him a few hours after he’d started riding. He had endeavored to keep on pace regardless, trying his hardest to stay on the trail, but the road was quickly lost in levels of snow that would be one for the record books.

Who knows how far off the path he’d gotten? He had lost control of his wagon and was flung out into the freezing snow. His horses took off with his wagon to who knows where. His cargo was lost with them.

But he couldn’t care anymore about the cargo. It was so cold. He could barely move his fingers. He lay against a tree, shivering and feeling the grim reality of his situation catching up to him as the snow started covering him. He felt so weak. His hands barely moved. He needed them to move. He needed them to brush the snow off of him. It was covering his legs. It was so cold. It was warm.

Then he knew. The warmth was the sign. This tree would be his deathbed.

No. No. I need to get up. I need to move. I-I…

The white of the snow dimmed as his sight began to fade. His eyelids felt so heavy, but he knew if he let them shut, they would never open again.

Something distinctly blue appeared in his last speck of vision. Everything stopped, or at least everything felt like it had stopped. He tried to open his eyelids, and to his surprise, they obeyed.

First, he saw the snowfall had stopped. No, the drowning snow hadn’t just gone away for clear skies – the snow had just paused. Stopped in time.

Then, he saw the man with the unnaturally blue eyes from the saloon.

Cel stared back at him and simply said, “You are destined to die here tonight, John Dalton.”

“What?”

The blue-eyed man tossed him a section of a newspaper. To John’s surprise, his hands were able to pick them up. The snow had disappeared from his lower body as well. He read the newspaper and was at a loss for words.

The paper was dated a month from today. It’d said John Dalton was officially declared dead after being missing for a month, likely consumed by the record-shattering blizzard of the century while on his way to deliver medical supplies.

“I—I don’t understand,” he said. “What is happening? Who are you?”

Cel started stepping towards him. “You are supposed to die here. But your body was never found. Without hope, without witness, without reward, but most importantly, without observance. That is why I can save you. At a cost. You cannot go back to your old life, John.”

The flummoxed man just shook his head. “What?”

“I’m from the future. I can rescue you. Or you can choose to remain and die.”

“I’m hallucinating.”

“No.” Cel snapped his fingers, and they were suddenly in a warm room of some sort. “I am a time mage. Yes, magic is real. I consider it a hobby of mine to save doomed gay men from death.”

John was dazzled from the flameless lights in the room, but the last sequence of words made him jump. “What!? I’m not--”

“Oh, of course. You’re not gay. That’s totally why you concentrated on that small bit of words instead of the revelation that magic is real. Or the fact that you were on the brink of death. Come on, let’s skip that part. You are twenty-seven and unmarried in the Old West. All I needed was your incessant staring to confirm it.” Cel snapped his fingers again, and his clothes disappeared.

John backed away, crawling on the floor, but couldn’t take his eyes off the naked male. His body was near perfect, filed with hard abs and muscle. It didn’t take long for his gaze to wander between his legs.

Cel grinned. “Great, now that we’ve established you’re obviously gay, we can move on. I’m not really a human, you should know. This is my true form.” He snapped his fingers again.

What replaced the handsome male did not abate John’s eyes or the flow of blood towards his loins. In fact, the exoticness exacerbated his failing modesty. In place of the human with otherworldly eyes was now what he would best describe as a dragon man thing. A very hot dragon man thing.

The blue haired dragon snapped his fingers once again, and the mysterious assets between his legs were hidden by a robe. “You must choose,” Cel said, taking on a serious tone again. “Live in a future beyond your imagination or die where you were.”

John shook his head to see if he would snap out of his hallucination. It didn’t. He obliged the dragon man. “What kind of choice is that? Of course I choose to live.”

Cel smiled. “Good. Your spirit was close to leaving your dying body. I’ve reverted your body to pristine condition, but you will need to sleep to recuperate your soul.”

John tried to speak, but the dragon waved a hand and he blacked out.

---

When John awoke, he felt, well, alive. He leaned up from his bed and saw the sun gleaming through the window. He knew where he was. A room at the local inn. Had he just fallen asleep and dreamed going out on his delivery? The stranger…the dragon man, was nowhere to be found.

For a minute.

The blue-eyed man came into the room carrying a tray of food. Biscuits and gravy, some eggs, and bacon. The smells felt real. John was convinced he hadn’t died or gotten horrendously drunk. Probably.

“Good morning John,” the stranger said nonchalantly. “Here’s a hearty meal to fill you up.”

John watched him set the tray down on the end table next to the bed. He jerked his head as reality caught up to him. “Wait a minute. What in the name of all that’s holy is happening? Who are you? What are you? I saw--” The absurdity of it all made him shake his head again. “No, I must’ve been dreaming. Why are you here?”

Cel grinned at his ward. “Heh. I used to love teasing, but it got old real fast. Eat first. You’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it.”

Either hunger or curiosity compelled John to obey without question, and he scarfed down all the food that was brought to him. His voraciousness even surprised himself. When he was done and looked up, the dragon man was there again, thankfully with his robe on.

“Hello John,” he said bluntly.

Even after skirting with the brink of death, John remembered Cel was definitely a he. In fact, the thought made him feel uncomfortably warm in spots he thought he shouldn’t be. Hell, dragons were satanic! This must’ve been some sort of heavenly test that he was failing miserably at.

And yet, he was a sinner, doomed to sin because of his desire for other men. But in his heart, he knew the truth. It wasn’t wrong to love…

“Oh, this is surprising,” the dragon said. “You’re blushing. It’s not often I encounter a pre-magic, heck, a pre-warp human who finds me attractive.”

“Wha—I don’t—”

Cel stood up. “I think it’s time for your mind to be blown!” he declared, and then he leaned down. “And maybe some other things afterwards, too,” he added with a wink.

Before John could protest his innocence, the dragon waved his hand and the, well, the room blurred away. It was replaced by the sky, and the human yelled out as he felt some horrible vertigo, but it went away when he realized he wasn’t falling. Somewhat.

Cel gave the human a confident wave of his hand. “Relax, I’m just taking you on a trip through time. Man, you’re even from before virtual reality was a thing. This’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Prepare for some neat revelations!”

“Dear god, can I please have the bed back?”

“Oh, yes, sure.”

John wasn’t sure what to feel when the bed reintegrated into existence under himself, or when the sky began to swim by, or when they began to land in a familiar city. “What is happening? Why are we in San Francisco?”

“No particular reason, just thought you’d recognize it.” The dragon swiped his hand right and everything around them seemed to speed up.’

John sat up and watched the city bustle. Everything was moving, but nobody seemed to take notice of the dragon and the man lying in a bed. In fact, everything and everyone passed through them as if they were ghosts. “I don’t understand!” he yelled.

Cel shrugged. “You should have died last night John. I decided to rescue you. Everything I said while you were dying was true. You chose life. Now I’m showing you the future, because you can’t go back where you were. No, if anybody from your time saw you, it would cause a paradox. Time itself denies you from returning, because the news observed your death and nobody ever found you. Nobody from your time can ever see you again. But the future? Oh, you can keep on living, John! Live anywhere, any time! Just say the word!” The dragon swiped his hand again, and time began moving faster around them, while their little bubble began rising into the sky again.

John could barely understand the nonsense the dragon was spouting, but what choice did he have but to believe? He watched as a great red bridge was built across the San Francisco Bay, something he could not believe was possible, and yet standing right next to him was a dragon casting some kind of magic, which he couldn’t deny any longer!

Then another bewilderment! Multiple giant roads in several areas started popping up, and from them came flying machines! Even as the bubble containing the bed and the dragon rose higher, the flying machines flew over them. They became larger and larger, while tall structures rose and threatened to pierce their bubble. And there were people in them! He could see through the beautiful glass paned buildings as they grew even taller than where they were hovering, and time began to move faster and faster. The buildings began to reach the stars above, unfathomably tall, and soon the natural green earth became impossible to see.

Cel waved his arm again, and their little bubble flew up and up, matching the heights of the stairways to the heavens. Soon, they were amongst the stars themselves. The dragon watched the human witness his race’s first steps into the stars and the galaxies beyond for a while before he spoke. “Humans were the first,” he said. “The first sapient race. Before magic came into existence. You used technology, and your ingenuity to persevere. You built starships to traverse the void beyond your world. You were close to annihilating yourselves a few times, but you made it. You sought others for millions of years, but found yourselves alone in the universe. It took another hundred million years for magic to be born in the universe, and then came the birth of millions of sapient life forms. Myself included, of course.”

Cel smiled while John didn’t respond for several minutes. He did love watching ancient humans be utterly captivated by what would be. Almost as much as he loved, well, doing other things with them, which based on all the glances he got even without hiding his dragon self, was looking to be quite fun.

Then the stars released their hold, and John asked, “Anywhere? Anywhen?”

“Yes.”

“You said I couldn’t go to my time.”

The time dragon decided not to explain all the possible loopholes and instead simply nodded. “Also yes.”

“Can I at least see it one last time?”

Cel nodded. “Yes, but you won’t be able to interact with anyone. You’ll be as ephemeral as you were.”

“That’s okay.”

“Alrighty.” The dragon snapped his fingers, and the stars around them blurred. Then they were back in the saloon where they had met, but nobody noticed the dragon or the sudden bed plopping down in the middle of the dance floor just as he had said.

John wandered around the place like the ghost he was. Everyone else would move on from his disappearance. There was so much more. Even if he was dreaming, why not go with the mysterious...hot…dragon man? Hell, if he was just dreaming, he might as well take what he wants, right?

John looked around for the dragon and found him leaning against a bar table, but he was one step ahead of him.

The patrons faded like ghosts, leaving only the dragon. The very naked dragon.

“Howdy,” Cel said. He had quite a revolver jutting out between his legs.

The human stuttered and stammered, his resolve shaken by the steamy sight. “Umm--”

A bead of pre dripped down that throbbing gun. “Come now, I’ve seen your hungry eyes. You primitive humans usually ask me to go back to looking like a human almost immediately. Even the ones who don’t are too squeamish to do anything with my real form.” The dragon shifted himself and spread his wings so that his toned body and his weapon pointed directly at John. “But you, you’re one in a thousand.”

The man was awestruck by the dragon’s leaking cock for more than few seconds before he gathered his wits and will and took a step forward. “Yes,” he said, “I cannot deny it. I want you.”

Cel grinned. “Then take off your clothes already!”

John started doing so immediately. “Bend over for me.”

The dragon raised an eye ridge. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? You want me to bend over for you?”

Pants flopped and buckles clanged against the wooden floor. “Yes, that’s right. I need to fuck you. Now. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

The dragon let out a deep chuckle and started turning around. “Not at all. I’ve hit my jackpoint. You’re one in a million, John. I usually just let the gay men I rescue go live their lives somewhere after rescuing and maybe playing with them, but you, you’re definitely staying on my contact list.”

Some more sounds of clothes falling followed. “Well, you’re a very handsome dragon alien thing.”

Cel’s head turned away last, satisfied by a glimpse of the weapon wielded by John. Larger than the average human. A drop of drool involuntarily leaked out of his muzzle. One in a million indeed! “Come and claim your dragon and your future, John Dalton.”

The man waltzed up to the dragon and grabbed his hips, rubbing the scales. They were much softer than he thought they’d be, and warmer too. There was light in the saloon, frozen light caught in a single moment where nobody was around, but that light was enough to give the dragon’s silver scales a slight metallic sheen, yet they felt not a bit like the cold metal. He glided his hands down, giving attention to that firm ass, and then moved under his tail.

The dragon knew what to do before the other male asked and raised that muscular tail of his, inviting the primitive human to ravish him. “Don’t be afraid to play rough with me,” Cel half said, half moaned.

The silver scaled male shuddered as he felt a warmth wash over his exposed rear. Puffs of heat smoothed between his butt cheeks, and then a wet thing pressed against his hole. Slowly, the thing the experienced dragon knew was a tongue pried him open and delved into him, tasting his insides while he muttered a spell that coated it with what the human would take much longer to add naturally.

John retreated when he tasted the sweet fluid, unsure of what it was.

“Don’t worry,” Cel said, “I conjured some oils to ease your big weapon.”

“Not as big as yours,” the human said. “Though it’s how you use it that counts. And it seems you don’t use yours often, slut.”

The big dragon shuddered as being called that, even by an ancient magicless human. “Mmf, you know what I like.”

John answered by plunging his cock balls deep into the time mage. Cel made a sound he’d never expected to hear from such a strong looking creature wielding powers beyond his imagination, but he supposed even in the future, fags were still fags.

The lubrication made his deep plunge relatively easy, but then that experienced ass started clamping before he could even take a breath, milking his cock like it was desperately thirsty. His will had been broken before and brought him to sin (though that didn’t seem to matter much in light of the dragon’s revelations), and he had fucked a few fags, but none had an ass that suckled and squeezed as hard as the silver scaled bitch. He had to pull out before he came right then and there!

“Holy hell,” John said, giving his cock a short break from that hungry ass. “What a fucking hole.”

The silver dragon was taller and more built than the human was, but Cel dared not quip about how much more evolved his anus was. No, no, a cock buried in his ass was enough to flood his mind with thoughts of submission, to surrender himself to an inferior human, and to make his muscles limp, all of them except the ones controlling his anal walls. It became a struggle to even exercise his vocal cords. “J-just stick it back in. Please.”

John gave that gleaming ass a quick slap. “You know, for a crazy powerful magical dragon, you sure are a bitch.”

The dragon curled his tail around the man’s back and tried to encourage him to continue. “Yeah. Keep going. Call me degrading names. I’m a slut, a whore, dirt, whatever. Just fuck me!”

The human grabbed the tail wrapped around him and forced it back onto the dragon’s back, almost like he was punishing it for daring to push him. “God damn the future must be weird,” he said, and then he plunged back into the fag dragon’s depths.

The insatiable suckling around his cock didn’t relent even a little bit. John barely made it past three pumps before he couldn’t handle that voracious ass anymore. He clutched the dragon around his belly, holding tightly against his harder belly scales as he unloaded his balls into the horny beast.

Cel could feel those balls pressed up against his taint throb in tandem with the pulsing shaft inside him, seeding him with heat from another male’s essence. Even though John pumped more into him than an average human could, he still wanted more. He needed more. This was the first time he’d ever rescued a human who actually firmly wanted to top him, damnit, and he wasn’t going to let him stop that easily!

“Keep going,” the horny dragon begged. “Keep fucking me.”

John slumped over the dragon’s blue-haired back and breathed heavily. “I can’t. I’d love to, but—”

“The spirit is willing, but the body is not.” Cel raised a finger and twirled it.

The human felt his loins reinvigorated with lust and need. “What did you do?”

“Magic,” the dragon said. “Moved your body forward in time a bit.” He turned his head as much as he could so he could show the man his smirk. “Maybe desensitized you a little too.”

John grinned back, released one of his arms from around the dragon’s belly, and used it to reach up. He grabbed one of his horns and pulled him, using his other arm to keep the silver slut entwined with him and connected to his cock. He moved themselves carefully to a regular table so he could eventually see the dragon’s finale, but slammed him face-down first.

The man thrust a few times, testing the now cum-filled waters. He could still feel that ass rippling wonderfully around his cock, but true to the mage’s words, it didn’t overwhelm him with pleasure this time. So, he started thrusting in earnest, giving the dragon what he seemed to have wanted for a while.

Cel couldn’t help but moan as he was taken. Human cocks were so simple, but he couldn’t help but love how blunt their heads were, how they bulldozed through his ass and absolutely punched his prostate. His own ridged, knotted cock dangled under the edge of the table, leaking a steady stream of pre. The human had taken no notice, or he might’ve been bewildered by the amount of fluid he produced. He must have leaked more than ten times a human’s actual load by now.

But then John did notice. His curiosity, even while enveloped by lust, lead him to wrap his hands around the dragon’s cock so he could feel it, and it sure did feel strange! All those weird crevices and bumps. He wasn’t sure how it could feel could for a receiver. Oh, and a strange bulb at the base! He gave it a squeeze, eliciting a loud moan from the dragon. The exotic shaft throbbed too, and he felt the tip was so wet and dripping, but the dragon hadn’t really seemed to have seized up into the throes of orgasm yet.

The human let go of that fat dragon cock and retreated, causing Cel to make a whining sound that made him want to dive right back in. “Wait,” he said, pulling the dragon up and around. “I’m curious what dragon cum tastes like.” He made Cel face him, and admired his toned upper body for a moment before taking a hold of his shoulder and pushing him down onto the table so he could take the whining dragon face-up.

John licked his lips when he took a step back and just took in the sight of the dragon man lying on the table, his strange cock leaking like a faucet. “Spread your wings,” he said.

Cel complied, and showed off his body as much as he could.

“God damn,” the human said. He let his cock do the rest of the talking and rammed it right back into the wonderful dragon’s hole.

With the man’s cock curving to attack his little pleasure nut directly now, Cel was the one who was having trouble holding back now. He clutched the table, scraping it with his finger claws, and his wings started trembling uncontrollably. “J-John, I can’t, you’ll have your taste s-soo—ah!”

The man leaned up so he could watch the spectacle about to go off, and it sure wasn’t disappointing! He hadn’t expected such an inhuman amount of cum to spring from that thick, ridged cock. It sprayed all over the dragon’s stomach. The first few shots had even hit their owner’s own chin.

John also hadn’t expected that hungry ass to milk him even harder, even faster, even more ravishingly. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced, and he faltered after the dragon fired off his sixth or seventh blast of cum, collapsing on top of the dragon and taking the rest of the beast’s discharge onto his chest while he shot his load again, his warmth eagerly sucked in by that overdriven ripping ass.

It took a minute for John to return to reality.

He took a hand and slid it between their exhausted bodies. It got absolutely coated with dragon cum. Cel watched him lick his hand. “It tastes sweet,” the human said. “Very inhuman. I like it.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” the time dragon said. “But I need a nap.”

“That does sound nice. I don’t want to move though.”

“Then don’t. Just sleep on me.”

John adjusted his hips until his shrinking cock slid out of the dragon’s satisfied tailhole. He felt a gush of fluid come out too. Some of it splashed on his balls, which he spread between the dragon’s legs as he crawled up to give his rescuer a kiss.

The dragon nuzzled him back and began wrapping his wings around them.

“Thanks,” John said. “For everything.”

“Mhmm,” Cel said. “Dream, John. Dream of where you want to go. When we wake up, we’ll go there.”

John settled his head between the dragon’s pecs and nodded his way to those dreams.