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Halex and Occit clambered up the scree that sat underneath the opening to the dragon's cave, rocks clattering as they manoeuvred up towards the entrance. "He's heard us for sure!" hissed Halex at the dark grey wolf. Occit grinned toothily back at the rhinoceros.

"Too late to back out now. Anyway, no one's seen him in years. He's probably dead. I bet his bones are worth a lot."

Halex sighed, wondering how he had agreed to this. Tiny rocks clanked on his metal armour. "This is a terrible idea."

"Hey, if you want to back out now, be my guest," growled Occit. "I'm going to check it out. Maybe there's magic items."

"You're obsessed," Halex lamented, but continued climbing. If the dragon hadn't heard them, he was certain to have smelled them by now. They had been climbing for the better part of two hours, and reeked of sweat. The full moon hung in the warm autumn sky, lighting their progress well, but the ever-shifting scree made progress difficult at best, and treacherous at worst. But it was hardest getting up; getting down would not be as bad, Halex convinced himself as he looked at how high they were.

The angle was not too steep, and eventually they made it to the top, where the lip of an enormous cave beckoned. Moonlight shone in from behind the pair, and they scrambled onto the cave floor, breathing heavily.

"There," Occit said eventually, "Now we profit. More for me than for you; it was my idea, remember."

"Yes, Occit, I had to be dragged here." The rhinoceros rolled his eyes as his words... did not echo, but died off in silence. His eyes picked out glinting in the moonlight. "Occit... I think he's here."

"You're an idiot. He's not here. Look, there's some gold." The wolf wandered ahead into the cave, looking at the ground as he did so. "See?" he exclaimed as he picked up a coin. "That's a good night in town, my friend. Come on, there's more to be had!"

Even in his excitement, the voice did not echo, but died off.

"Occit!" hissed Halex. "Occit! Let's go!"

"Hal..." The wolf's voice died in his throat before resuming. "Look. Here. Hal."

Halex steeled himself and quietly stepped towards the wolf, deeper into the cave. A flat rock, a stalagmite that had been broken and smoothed, held... jewellery. Involuntarily, Hal's hands caressed the cold metal. Indeed, these were magic.

"What do you think? Should we?" Occit's voice now betrayed his second thoughts.

"We came all this way!" yelled Halex, suddenly angry, caution evaporating in an instant. "You really want to change your mind now? You're crazy! I'm crazy for coming all this way up here and watching you with your tail between your legs." He slapped the wolf hard on the back of the head, and Occit yelped. He'd feel that in the morning.

The rhinoceros paused, blinking, thinking. "This isn't like me. Or you. What's going on here?"

Clouds scudded across the moon, obscuring it, leaving the pair in darkness. Halex felt his anger rise within him for no discernable reason, and fought it, balling his fists and quivering in the fight to keep control.

"Perceptive," said the great, rumbling voice from above. "Very perceptive. To sense me playing with your heart strings, like puppets. You are a strong one. You should have been stronger, and held your friend back from coming."

Hal huffed as he smelled Occit's piss. If they lived, he would never let him live it down. "Well," he thought, the control over his emotions relaxing for the moment, "we all have our moments of strength and weakness. I certainly wouldn't hold it against someone. I mean... there are worse things than trespassing, aren't there? I mean like stealing. That's worse, right?" In the darkness, Halex slapped Occit's hand and the gold coin clattered to the ground.

The voice seemed to consider. "Alright. I admit to being intrigued, and other than the smell of wolf, I have not been damaged egregiously for your... exploration. What do you suggest?"

"L-let us go?" stuttered Occit.

The voice laughed, and the dragon revealed the barest hint of himself, his great head craning in from the roof of the cave where he rested on a ledge. With a mouth that could rip the wolf in two, with teeth as big as swords, he grinned. "No. This should at least be interesting." There was a certain heat to the words, and a scent of brimstone accompanied them.

"Interesting, interesting," muttered Halex, trying to think quickly. "We could talk? Conversationally? You must not get a lot of that up here."

The dragon reclined again, and disappeared from their sight. "I get exactly the amount of conversation that I desire. Here I rest in solitude, and you two have broken it. But yes, I have an idea. Both of you, remove your clothes and set them in a pile near the entrance. And I promise you, if you jump, it will be your ashes that come to rest at the foot of the mountain."

The pair quickly did as they were bid, leaving their clothes and all their gear in a pile, which the dragon ignited in a small show of pyrotechnics, flame lighting the inside of his mouth like a gate to hell before leaping to their clothes. "Heat to warm your bones, and light for the show." Occit moaned quietly as everything was reduced to slag or cinder, the remaining metal glowing bright red and casting an appalling tint to their escapades.

Halex and Occit stood next to each other uncomfortably. In the light of their burning and melted accoutrements, the dragon was dimly lit, red scales across his vast form shimmering, each and every single one worth a king's ransom.

"Now," the dragon said as he raised clawed hands before both of them, each big enough to crush them to pulp in their grasp, but deft enough to weave a spell. "Occit. Hilt deep in whores every night you can afford them, I presume?"

"N-normally... sir," he said reverently.

"And... Halex?"

"Halex," said Halex.

"Halex. Stoic Halex. I see... oh. Yes, this will do nicely."

And with that, the wolf and the rhinoceros both spun to face each other, like marionettes in the puppeteer's hands. Halex, the taller of the pair by a head, leaned in to kiss Occit on the cheek in a stilted parody of his normal motion.

"What was that for?" asked the wolf, aghast, who quickly gave Halex a peck on the lips. "Why did I do that?!"

Halex put his hands on Occit's shoulders. "Magic. It's magic. Just... do your best with it, and hopefully we'll make it through alright." He began to gently, but firmly, press on the wolf's shoulders.

Occit's knees buckled, and he found himself facing Halex's stiffening erection. He'd always known that the rhino was big, but staring his maleness in the face, he began to feel... short-changed by life. "Nonononono... uh... look, I really... this... uh..." His nose wrinkled at the scent, but his mouth began to water, and he smacked his muzzle. "Oh shit, Hal--"

"Halex, make the wolf stop talking," the dragon commanded. Halex obliged by sticking his penis into Occit's mouth mid sentence, and placing his hands upon his head. He huffed and closed his eyes, turgid maleness starting to thicken, foreskin rolling back inside the wolf's eager-yet-not-eager maw, his tongue dutifully warping and wrapping about and under it, as he began to whine.

"Occit... I..." Halex noticed the dragon was massaging his nethers in the darkness. Occit protested with another gagging whine, but his hands betrayed him, one fondling the rhino's heavy balls while the other took a grip on his cock. The dragon gave him a slight reprieve, and set his tongue to lapping at the head of Halex's glistening member. The rhino bent forward slightly as the sensation filled him, and he began to thrust gently back and forth, his length filling Occit's muzzle.

The wolf's eyes were wide with fear and indignation as Halex began to sweat and pant, rocking back and forth. "O-Occit..." With a shudder, Halex came, and the wolf's protestations were stifled under a hot torrent of the rhinoceros' semen. Halex leaned over his friend, spent for the moment, as the wolf lapped at him, greedily swallowing as much of his seed as he could. Thin strands escaped his mouth, and the wolf licked his lips and swallowed again, forced into the meal. Relieved of the sensation of control for another moment, Halex could only rub the wolf between the ears gently, offering a moment of tender, wordless apology. He was his friend. It shouldn't be like this.

"Lovely. That was a nice start," said the dragon. "Halex pays for Occit's dinner. Now Halex looks as if he is feeling amorous."

"I don't think he is," said Occit worriedly, swallowing quickly and licking his lips with a frown.

"Oh yes, I can tell. Yessss..." The dragon's member had now emerged from its sheath, and he was stroking it slowly, up and down its enormous length. "Occit lays back, knees up, legs spread, playing with himself, as Halex decides what to do." The cave began to reek of dragon sex - a strange scent that set both of their senses alight with hints of power and domination, and if such a thing could be smelled, felt, war.

The wolf began to lie down, even as his chest began to heave with anxious breaths. "Oh... no, please... just... just let us go. Please?" And then to Halex: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, this is all my fault, I never should have come here, I never should have--"

"Oh no, don't apologize to him, or me. I'm quite happy you are here. Quite. I've completely changed my mind about things." The dragon leered.

Halex looked at Occit apologetically, stroking his member. "Occit, I'm sorry, I--"

The wolf turned his head away, narrowing his eyes. "How are you even ready to go again?"

Halex kneeled down and crawled on top of Occit, kissing him, breathing heavily, pressing his wolf-slicked head onto Occit's tight sphincter, grinding it against the wolf until he growled in protestation. "Sorry! I... uh... I'm always pretty good to go. Um."

Occit tried to relax as much as he was able to, while the rhino spat into one hand and smeared his saliva into the wolf's backside. "Something something horny?" he muttered through gritted teeth, making a feeble attempt at a joke before whining piteously as the rhino penetrated him with one finger. Occit gasped and squirmed as he drew it back and forth within him, each touch making his own maleness stir, something he noted with a curse. With two fingers, he began to whine again, biting his lip and trying not to feel pathetic. Helpless.

"Relax... just... huh..." He began again with his member, pressed tightly against the wolf's entrance, squeezing it in slowly, grunting as he did so.

Occit writhed as he was penetrated, his own member throbbing to life vigorously as Halex rubbed against his prostate, back and forth, back and forth in rhythm. The wolf began to stroke himself as Halex worked, both panting heavily with pleasure and effort. Occit wrapped one arm behind Halex's head, and began to lick at his ear, drawing him close and doing his best to assert some semblance of control over this. If this was the way it was going to happen, well... Halex was his friend. He knew this wasn't his doing, this wasn't his fault. If anything, it was the wolf's fault for making him come here, but they were beyond those sorts of recriminations at this point. He kissed the rhino gently as he tried to accommodate him as best as he could, whether though his own efforts or the dragons. He kept his focus on Halex. If he was going to be with a male, well, there was none so terrific as the massive rhino. His dick might be big, but his heart was bigger.

As the pair worked them selves up to climax, the wolf concluded his efforts with a lurch and a moan, spraying semen across his furry chest before pressing himself to the rhino. Halex finished only moments later, in almost perfect unison, his final effort lifting Occit's backside off the ground as he came. Holding him close, then lying against him, spent. Both panted, sweaty, sticky.

For a moment the cave was silent, save for their panting, and the dragon's furious, if now suddenly comical, beating of his own member. Halex eventually withdrew himself from the wolf with a grunt from both of them, Occit's seed continuing to connect them for a time until they rolled apart, staring at the stalactites far above them. Eventually the dragon sighed heavily, stopped, and then lumbered off the ledge towards the pair, his great head appearing above them. "And thus ends act two. Intermission." His long tongue came down, then, tasting them, cleaning them, twisting this way and that, into their crevices, knowing them intimately. His breath was hot, moist, now with a hint of sulphur, but not so much as to be unpleasant. He paused on each of their lengths, his attention cleaning them and brining them back to life, each of them aching yet again for release but leaving them short, his ministrations far too brief for anything resembling satisfaction.

"Now, you are one act short of the end. I seek release from my arousal. Fulfil my needs, and you are free. One, or both of you, I care not as long as the deed is done." The great beast rolled onto his side, exposing an intimidatingly large member that was bigger in length than Halex was tall.

"I can't do that!" said Occit, incredulously, sitting up. If he thought Halex was big, this was something else. Never mind the scent. He could feel the heat, too, giving him no relief from his sweat.

"I can make you," said the dragon, as Occit walked over and placed his hands, tiny be comparison, on the length of the dragon, feeling its slickness, rubbing it up and down. He blushed as he felt himself begin to leak, Halex's seed dripping luridly.

"But isn't that just the same as doing it yourself? Wouldn't it be better if... you didn't make us?" offered the rhino.

Occit immediately stopped what he was doing, and took a number of steps backwards, tumbling naked onto his ass as the dragon turned his attention directly to Halex. "What do you suggest?" he asked, his tone hopeful but with a cruel tone, as if daring him to do better.

"I think you've been here a long time, and I think you're pretty much an expert at everything you could do to yourself."

"Go on," said the dragon, leaning closer. Threatening.

"Hal..." began Occit, warning, but he left the sentence to dangle. The dragon clearly didn't like the idea that someone other than him might get the best of this situation, but if the rhino was any closer to getting the pair their freedom, it might be worth the risk.

Halex stepped towards the dragon's mouth. "Now, I can play with you, but what I think you would really like is for someone to do to you what I did for Occit," he said, patting the dragon's maw with one hand, while he reached down to fondle his own maleness suggestively. "If I could," he said, now starting to stroke his member in front of the dragon, "I would fill you completely. That's what I would do. You can have little guys any day you want. What you really want is someone to hold you down and give you a good fuck." He looked back towards the dragon's maleness, and it was fiercely erect. "That's what I think. Maybe you can think about that while I work on you--"

"There is a torc, among the items you saw," the dragon said quickly, urgently, his rumbling bass now just a tone higher. "It will fit about your neck. Press the ends together and... think about how you will fit." The dragon rolled onto his back, wings lying on the ground, and Occit moved farther away. "And you, get in my sheath and prepare for a show."

The wolf did as he was bidden, not sure if he was being controlled or he wanted to experience this. He clambered up the dragon's leg and then onto his chest, scrambling with haste behind the great member, heat radiating off of it. He slipped into the sheath behind, lying back as best he could, the scales here smaller, finer, smoother. He slid down farther, and waited.

Halex found the torc among the other items, twisted strands of gold, burnished, looking much like rope, with two flat, ornamented ends looking like anvils. He stretched the metal and placed it about his thick neck, where it resumed its normal form. Excited and unsure of himself, he pressed the ends together, and willed himself to fit. Fit... tightly.

At first he was not sure what was happening, but then his perspective began to change slightly. He took a step towards the dragon, tentatively, as he grew. Nine feet, ten, eleven; eventually he was level with the dragon's belly as he lay on his back. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two; he found his anus, ringed by small, soft scales to protect the curiously mammalian appearance of his sphincter. He pressed his free hand in past the muscle, still slick with saliva, feeling the passage tighten about him as he grew. He withdrew, wiping a strong-smelling mucous across the outside, and rubbing it onto his member. Thirty-three, thirty-four; he could now see little Occit peeking out from behind the dragon's enormous member, looking in equal parts afraid and aroused.

Afraid of standing now, Halex kneeled, bringing him close again to the dragon's backside, and he began to lick, poking his tongue in past the muscle, drawing along the edges raspily. The dragon moaned, and his hand came down to touch his slick member, but Halex held it back. "You do it, Occit. Just wrap your arms around it as much as you can, and move up and down." His voice was a rumbling bass now, to rival the dragon's, but it still sounded like Halex, to the wolf's ears. Halex began to straddle the dragon, fifty-five, sixty, sixty-five.

After a few more moments, the rhinoceros removed his hand from the torc and held himself above the dragon, looking him in the eye as an equal. "W-what are you waiting for?" asked the dragon, quivering. Halex brought his mouth down upon the dragon's muzzle, kissing him, pushing forward with his tongue, exploring his mouth for a moment before leaning back and pressing his member into the dragon's slick hole. He gasped, eyes wide as Halex entered him, deeper and deeper, stretching him by feet as Occit massaged his member.

"This is what you need," said Halex, pinning the dragon, lying atop of him, pressing the dragon's member against Occit, who squirmed between the two titans. The rhino began to grunt as he moved his cock in and out, the dragon's tightness feeling wonderful against him, but not tight enough. He clasped the torc again with one hand, growing larger. "Better," he said, sweat dripping off him and on to the dragon, and he continued his pace, pushing feet of his cock into and out of the dragon's backside. "Tell me if you like this," he said between breaths, evening out his thrusting.

The clouds removed themselves from the face of the moon, and light flooded into the cavern. The Halex and the dragon glistened in the cold air, clouds rising from their bodies in their effort. "It's good, it's g-g--" The dragon's neck arched back, and he shrieked as he came, a geyser of semen flooding out, ropes of it hitting Halex's chest, neck, and under his jaw. Occit felt the flesh beneath him churn and pulse as the two titans continued. He had long given up his ministrations, occasionally licking the now sopping head as he tended his own furious erection.

Halex continued until he came, filing the dragon with a roar of his own as he completed, flooding him inside. At this, the dragon lurched to life again, a smaller, weaker ejaculation spilling onto his chest and dripping into the sheath, where Occit lay breathlessly, dragon cum soaking him to his core, and beyond. He began to feel a growing strange sensation.

The dragon panted on the floor of the cave, wet, moaning, as Halex withdrew, his seed spilling out and pouring on to the rock in a constant flow. The rhino began to clean the dragon, his long tongue licking rough scales, tasting, before leaning in again and kissing the dragon deeply, sharing the taste of his own seed. He smiled mirthlessly, feeling some strange sense of accomplishment. Mighty Halex had fucked a dragon.

"I am Droksol, and I am your very good friend," the dragon said, tiredly. "The torc is yours to keep with my blessing. Use it as you will, and hopefully again with me." Halex resumed licking Droksol, blindly picking Occit out of his sheath with clumsy, tree like fingers. He spared a quick glance for his friend, and his heart leapt in his chest as he considered how incredibly small and fragile he seemed. And there was no small part of him that liked seeing him this way.

"A dragon's seed is a powerful magic," Droksol continued. "To you, Halex, I grant protection, so that I might see you safely again, and luck, so that your life will be one of ease and joy."

"What about me?" blurted Occit as Halex set him down. He dripped with the dragon's gift, steeped as he was with it. He looked almost smaller with his fur soaked down. He slipped immediately and ended up on his backside.

The dragon considered for a moment. "To you whose fault this trespass is, both for good and bad, I forgive. You are Halex's friend and for this I will be moderate. I am certain we will meet again, Occit, and perhaps under more pleasant circumstances. I cannot say what strange gifts and desires will blossom in you, but I do know that your life will never lack for excitement, for good or for bad."

The wolf stared blankly for a time, the cave silent. "I don't even know what that means," offered Occit eventually. Halex pressed the torc together and began to shrink as the wolf looked on, stroking his member idly. Catching himself, he stopped. Halex grinned. "I'll admit to a natural curiosity witnessing something that I think no living person has ever seen, or would think to see," he said, as some explanation, if any was even necessary.

Halex only nodded, saying nothing.

"I wasn't into it."

"No, not at all," he said the rhino, with a smile.

"Take some coins," interrupted Droksol, "to replace your clothes. I would bathe in the ice-fed lake some miles off, and if you would let me, as well, I will take you. You especially, wolf, lest you begin sticking to the floor." Droksol rolled over and knelt down.

The night air was cold as they took to flight.