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Colton stood, resting on his gnarled wooden staff as he watched his students celebrate the solstice. The druidic tradition had taken hold among them long ago, and so the celebration was of the life affirming, hedonistic type. Colton was overdressed for most situations in his tight three piece suit, but especially now given that he seemed to be the only one in the manor wearing anything at all. His eyes scanned dispassionately over his orgiastic pupils, taking them in as one would a lovely painting. The steady motions as bodies writhed together in shared ecstasy, some fast and desperate, others slower, more sensual as they reminded each other in this bleakest of seasons that life was worth living. The rabbit smiled lightly to see his students so happy.

One of them, a young lioness named Mary, appeared next to him. She stank of sweat and cum, not an unpleasant odor, and was panting lightly. "Come join us Master Colton," she urged, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Celebrate with us." Colton met her eyes and studied her face. She wants me he realized. This wasn't merely a desire to help her teacher enjoy the party, she desired him. Not a new experience for the old rabbit, but one he never quite got used to. He let his eyes wander over her naked body. She was quite beautiful, he knew. Objectively, she was pretty, well proportioned, young and fit. He could picture celebrating with her, her soft tawny fur pressed against his grey fur, her soft breasts against his chest as she undressed him, then tighter as he lay down on top of her and pushed inside. He wouldn't be her first tonight, he knew, but she was young and he was old, chances were he would tap out first. All he had to do was slide his arm across her back, pull her lovely face closer to his for a kiss, and she would give him a night to remember.

"Thank you Mary, but no." He placed his hand over hers on his shoulder and squeezed lightly before lifting it off. "Go, have fun tonight. Don't waste your time on an old geezer like me."

"You dont look that old." She replied. "I'll bet you can still show me some new tricks."

"I probably could at that." He chuckled, squeezing her hand again before releasing it. "But I wont. Now go. Enjoy yourself."

She hesitated a few moments before leaving, looking slightly hurt. She'd get over it, he knew. They always did. Pushing on his staff to lift himself up, the rabbit began to walk around, taking in the various young lovers. It wasn't hard to navigate, his students were considerate enough to roll out of his way, most using it as an excuse to change position or get a drink before resuming the festivities.

One of the smaller rooms had a door ajar. Curious, the rabbit poked his head through and saw the twins, Arnold and Cecil. They were naked, of course, and pressed tight against each other, grinding their crotches together and moaning lightly. After a few moments, one of them saw him and gasped, causing the other to turn around suddenly. Colton just gave a slight smile and nodded. Everyone knew that the twins were madly in love with each other, but only during the solstice did they dare to admit it. Though they both insisted that it was just a solstice thing, just celebrating on the day with no taboos, nobody bought it. Nobody much cared either, they were both fairly well liked. Colton was going to turn to leave when Arnold grabbed his brothers tail and lifted it while shoving Cecil's back down. Cecil yelped and threw his hands down to catch himself, and Arnold plunged his cock into his presumably lubricated asshole. Cecil's yelp soon turned into a moan as he was bred roughly, his brother tugging on his tail and smacking his ass as he rutted.

Colton looked at the scene with a kind of detached interest. He knew, intellectually, that what he was seeing should illicit some sort of response from him. Either disgust at the taboo, forbidden nature of the act, or arousal at the same. But all he could feel was a mild kind of happiness for the two youngsters, both so clearly enjoying themselves. Part of him knew that he could join them. If he approached Cecil and tugged down his own pants, he was sure the fox would open his mouth obligingly and accept his cock. He would almost certainly harden at the attention, and if what he'd heard about Cecil's prowess was correct, he would no doubt have a very satisfying time. Cecil would enjoy being spit roasted, and Colton could offer Arnold his own ass for the next romp, perhaps even taking Cecil's cock in his own mouth while he did.

A sudden gasp and an unmistakable puddle appearing on the floor jolted Colton out of his thoughts. It had been a pleasant enough fantasy, but he felt no real arousal at the idea. He would enjoy it, he knew, he simply felt no desire to. So with a wink to Arnold, who was clearly preparing to finish now that his brother had cum, the rabbit closed the door and left them to it.

The rabbit walked around the party and opened his mind. He could feel his students minds, not quite mind reading but enough to get the gist of their emotions. He could experience their revelry vicariously if he wanted, he could feel the sum total of what they all were feeling as they fucked and rutted and made love as they chose. But instead, he merely scanned through, checking each mind in turn to make sure everyone was happy, not letting himself feel their pleasure as his own. Mary had moved on, he felt, seeming quite happy at the moment. The twins were experiencing a lovely afterglow as he checked in; all of his students seemed either ecstatic or happily exhausted.

Satisfied that they would all survive without his attention for a while, Colton climbed the stairs and went to his private chambers. He set his staff by the door and stretched before sitting down on his bed.

His eyes wandered to the scrying basin in the corner. A marble pillar with spells carved along its length, a shallow depression at the top filled with pure water. He could see her, he knew. A few words, a little energy, and he could look at her, as she is now. He could even speak to her, if he wanted. The question of what he would say arose in his mind, and he laughed at himself. I'm not dead, mores the pity. I solved that issue a while ago. I know you hate me, and you never want to see me again, but it's Solstice. It was stupid. It was dangerous. He stood up and walked to the basin, staring at it. I still love you he thought. I could start with that.

He shook his head and went to his safe. A short incantation unlocked it, and he pulled the door open. There were only a few things inside, he pulled out the largest and tugged off the sheet covering it. An old painting, an image really, that he'd made with magic long ago. Lifetimes ago. She looked large and imposing, her scaly face set in what appeared to be a grim expression. Colton knew better. Dragons can't smile, they don't have the muscles for it. To him, someone who knew dragons bodies intimately at one time in his life, the tilt of her crest was happy, the set of her shoulders and the arc of her tail playful.

He remembered when he made that image, practicing with a new spell. She'd posed for him, but he thought she looked too stiff. So he'd told her jokes, until she'd relaxed and was laughing, and before she could fully recover he'd captured the image.

There had been other images, some hung in the walls of her palace, some she wanted destroyed because she thought she looked bad in them (Colton had always disagreed of course. She could never look bad.) And some that she had insisted were for his eyes only, made in the middle of the night, showing off the features he'd liked most about her. Her jaws, open invitingly wide. Her stomach, smooth and warm and surprisingly soft. Her sex, hard to see unless she was aroused and waiting for him to worship her like the goddess she was.

Colton slipped a hand into his pants and ran a finger along his hard length. He shuffled out of his clothes and gripped himself, staring at the face of the woman he loved, and began to slowly stroke his cock. He studied her eyes, the bluest blue he had ever seen, eyes deep enough to drown in if he wasn't careful. Her long neck, curved down slightly to look at him as he captured the image all those years ago.

The clock struck twelve, and a minor cheer arose from below. Solstice proper, now. The celebration was to last three days, and the second had now begun. Traditionally the second was the most hedonistic, but these days few bothered to wait for their deepest desires. He wondered what she was doing now. Hopefully she was as happy as his students, being worshiped by whoever she chose for that honor. He doubted it. Despite the traditions of the day, the joy of life to be shared with any and all, they had only ever had eyes for each other. He remembered those days, the flesh and the pleasure they had shared. The year she had gotten so drunk she set fire to a tapestry, and made a short-lived ban on clothes for all her subjects. The year he'd been 'away', and secretly spent the whole festival inside her warm belly, stimulating her with magic whenever he pleased and feeling everything she did. He closed his eyes and came, the desperately needed release flooding his body, making him feel warm and happy.

Reality reasserted itself slowly, the minor aches and pains of his body, the sounds of the wind outside his window and the students on the floor below, the cum cooling on his belly. Colton collapsed onto his bed, careful to set the picture down gently beside him, still gazing lovingly at her face.

He glanced at the basin again. He could. He hadn't felt a need to hear her voice this strong in years. You're a coward. He told himself. You'll never do it.

He stood. He approached the basin and without allowing himself to think about it he chanted the incantation. Aiming it was a simple matter of thinking about her, he couldn't have gotten it wrong if he'd tried. He looked down, and he could see her. She was lying down, but not asleep. He couldn't see her surroundings, or anyone that might be nearby, but by her expression he thought she was alone.

"Nadia." He whispered her name, tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, before they could fall into the pool and disrupt the spell.

The dragoness raised her head, glancing around. "Hello?" She asked. Her voice was raspy, and suddenly he could see the long, ugly scar along her neck, a jagged line where scales refused to grow. He hadn't forgotten it. He'd just hoped it had healed. "Who's there?" He choked back a sob at the sound of her voice. Even if it wasn't what he'd remembered, it was her. He was hearing her voice, for the first time in over a century.

Her eyes darted around for a second, then she closed them for a moment while she concentrated. "Who's scrying me?" She asked. "Answer me. I'll find out eventually, make it easier on yourself."

"Nadia." he said again, louder. His voice was shaking.

"Yes, that's my name. Who are you?"

"It's me. It's Colton." She froze. "Colton?" She whispered, her eyes opening. "Colton? You're alive."

"Yes." The rabbit managed. "I'm alive."

"Oh thank god." The dragon queen said, a weight she'd long ago resigned herself to carrying disappearing from her shoulders. She sucked in a breath. "Oh thank god." And together, they cried.