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Will woke not to long after Canith began purring. It was a bit hard, after all, to sleep through a vibrating back rest. He looked around blearily, trying to piece together where he was and what the vibration was, then turned and saw Canith looking a bit sheepish in his feral form. Will blushed at being 'caught' snuggling up to him, and Canith returned the blush as well.

"I, uh, didn't know I would start purring like a house cat. I'm sorry." His voice was low, and rumbled slightly. He placed his head on the ground from where he had looked at Will and covered it with his forepaws.

"I think it's cute. Why didn't you start purring before? You know, when we were in my room after your change." Will raised an eyebrow at Canith, letting him connect the dots on the events.

Canith, for his part, didn't need to think on this though. "I have never done this before. Ever. I'm down here being shocked and embarrassed about it."

"Well, you shouldn't be. I know the anthro cat types do it, but I haven't heard of any of the dragons doing it. Of course, that's mainly because anyone that sleeps with them, yourself excluded, is usually tight lipped about it. They just get a strong blush on their muzzle and smile."

Huh. That was news to Canith. Especially since Aura chimed in at this point, letting him know that his flight trainer had agreed to lessons, and that it would be Drake. And that, upon learning that you were on C deck at leisure, he would come up and start lessons.

Canith raised his head up at this. "Hey Will, mind backing up a bit? I need to shift down, and I'm still working on the details."

Will nodded, then stood up and backed a bit away. For Canith's part, he quickly sought out that seal inside him and rotated it mentally again. There was a sensation of a strong wind wrap around him, and he once more was an anthro. This time, though, he appeared on his knees. Naked.

"Uh Canith? Why are you naked right now? I mean, I dig the look, and there isn't a rule per se that says you have to be clothed, but you usually are."

Canith thought back to when he shifted to his feral form, and realised that he had probably torn his jumpsuit to shreds when he had shifted. Sighing, he though of the jumpsuits in his room, and then as he did so realized that he could probably use his telekinesis to grab one. He tried it, and he felt resistance. Thinking on this, he figured it was due to distance and material between. So he teamed up with Aura, and plotted a route through the ship and utilizing stairwells, pulled the jumpsuit rapidly to them from his room. It only took a minute for it to do that.

Will looked on in wonder as Canith held out his hand, nothing happened, then frowned, grimaced, then concentrated harder and a jumpsuit appeared in his hand. It looked like he had summoned it from thin air. "Wow, that's cool. Is that a new trick or ability?"

Canith stopped and stared at him for a minute. Even though he had just went through the trouble of pulling the suit to him, Will had sparked an idea!

He walked over to the standing wolf and gave him a peck on the muzzle. "No, but you just gave me an idea!"

He walked a few steps away, then raised his arms over his head, and focused on the bracelets still against his scales. He quickly outlined his form in a glowing haze, and then with a mental twist solidified them into a casual tee-shirt and pair of jeans. His wings stuck out the back of the shirt perfectly, and the pants had a clasp in the back holding them up due to his tail.

Will just stared at this. Everyone on the ship defaulted to the jumpsuits due to ease of slipping them on and the ease of washing them all. Undergarments were worn if you chose to, but most didn't bother unless it was a biological necessity. And Canith had just summoned custom clothes from thin air. "How did you . . ." He trailed off, not sure how to phrase what just happened.

For Canith's part, he simply winked and tapped his wrists, where the K-blade crystals shone on his red scales. Will put the pieces together then, and gasped. "You definitely are pushing the limits on what those things can do. Forming a translucent blade is one thing, a bow magnitudes more advanced. But making clothes? Isn't that, well, pretty sub par?" Then he thought about it. "I take that back, when you moved just now the clothes rippled and moved just like normal clothes. That is seriously advanced. Wow."

Canith agreed with him, but simply grinned. The funny thing was how easy it had been. Since his 'mental constructs' with the crystals were actually physical objects, he figured clothes would be easier- and had the added bonus of not needing to be washed. Or replaced when destroyed by a lapse in awareness while shifting..

It was at this point he noticed another oddity- he wasn't tired. Usually a shift of this magnitude, as history had showed him, left him ready to fall over. Now he was, if not fresh, at least rested and functional.

:That would be some of the improvements.: Aura informed him, then elaborated. :When you expended all your energy to shift the first time, I noted that upon shifting back most of that energy dissipated into the nearby air. Instead, now, you internalize it. It will help to replenish what you spent. It will not bring you back to 100%, but more like 60%. Your nap also helped.:

Well, that explained why he felt fine. At this point Canith sensed another individual coming off the lift, and relayed to Will that he was about to have a flying lesson. For his part, Will pulled out a small timepiece and told Canith that he should stop by the holo rooms later, then strode off. Will broke through the bushes and Canith was right behind him, and after only a few moments they met up with Drake, and Will waved farewell.

"So." Drake said, turning to watch Will walk off. "I got word you would like flying lessons, and not the type in the bedroom or in the cockpit of a fighter. Although I can do the second, and excel at the first, I'm also best suited to teach the winged version." He then turned to get a good look at Canith. "If memory serves, you didn't have wings when you first went through the change. So they are recent. I'm guessing that you also don't have any instincts about how to use them, other than how to open and close them?" The last sounded more like a question than a statement, so Canith spoke up.

"Yeah. Point of fact, the first time I saw them and tried to unfurl them I overbalanced. So no, no instincts to speak of- just motor control." He didn't flush at this, but internally he cringed at how bad that sounded.

"I see." Drake said. He then motioned Canith to follow, and led him over to a decently open clearing. "For starters, lets take a good look at them. Brace your stance, get good footing, then lean forward a bit and extend them slowly, like so." Putting action to words, Drake spread his feet apart, used his tail as a balance, then slowly extended his wings as he leaned forward slightly. His wingspan was definitely larger than Canith's, but not by much.

Canith nodded to himself, and followed Drake's lead. As he did so, Drake refolded his own wings and paced behind Canith to observe. The stance helped tremendously, as he didn't feel as if he was overbalancing like this. Drake then spoke from behind him. "Yes, yes, this is very good. You may have come into them late, but they are very well-formed. No abnormalities, no apparent flaws. I'm about to run my hand across them, so be warned that it's a bit of a strange sensation at first."

Canith was puzzled about that last part, until the western dragon ran one talon lightly along the membrane. The feel of it was like a cross between a tickle and a caress, not actually causing him to start laughing or jerking away but extremely sensitive to the light touch. Not truly expecting it, he gave a shudder that seemed to originate from the wings themselves.

"Yessss. . ." Drake seemed to hiss, which sounded a bit strange coming from the dragon. He then continued talking, the hiss gone. "Seems all the flight surface nerves are working perfectly. It's rather ironic that you don't have the instincts for it- even among those born anthro wings this perfect do not appear that often."

"Why did that feel so strange? It wasn't tender, but really sensitive."

Drake laughed at this. "The let me cause your brain to hurt a bit more." He then ran the palm of his hand along the wing membrane. It wasn't the soft caress of the talon this time, but the pressure one would apply to a muscle to warm it up or to work out a kink. And it felt . . . normal. Not the strange sensation from before.

"Wha . . .?" True to what Drake had said, his brain DID hurt a bit- after all, why would the two touches illicit such contrasting responses?

Drake just chuckled a bit more, then explained. There are two types of nerves in our types of wings. One type is akin to what is in scale and skin- not overly sensitive, but active. The other, however, is very sensitive, and only respond to the lightest of touches. Those particular nerves are used to sense air pressure, wind speed, and a host of other factors one needs while flying." He closed his eyes slightly, tipped his head back, and gave Canith a glance from his partially slitted eye that was facing him. "It's also fun to play with them while in bed. You won't cause your winged partner to climax from playing with the wings, but as an erogenous zone, it does heighten the pleasure a good bit. As payment for these lessons, why don't I show you how dragons truly mate?"

Canith did blush at this, and for more than one reason. While he had experimented a bit with only two members of the crew so far, this was the first time that one of the crew had come onto him. And it made him feel . . . desirable. And from his distinctly human life previously, that was not something he ever recalled feeling. Sure, companies had wanted him, mainly due to his technological genius, but not in a sexual way. This he liked, more than he cared to admit out loud. But to be on the safe side, after the recent talk with Aura, he did pose a question to them.

:Aura, am I being influenced in any way right now?:

The response was immediate. :Not in any chemical way- you are as balanced chemically as I could manage. It was part the pod, and part the changes I made that settled your hormone levels so quickly. If you feel any stirrings right now, they are all you.: This made him smile shyly at Drake.

"I think I will take you up on that. After all, Will was just telling me stories on how mysterious you western dragons were in bed." He batted his eyes playfully, and in response Drake let out a bit of a snort.

"Probably all rumors, as most of the time I stick to other westerns. It's not a speciesist thing, but instead a preference thing. If he wanted to ride the dragon, he only needs ask. Although," He trailed off for a second, thinking. "Yeah, he would definitely have issues going back to anything else after." Drake waggled his eye ridges at him, and Canith took this opportunity to let out a snorting laugh himself.

"Someone sure is full of himself."

"Rather, someone else will be full of me later." Canith resumed blushing at this. "Anyways, I believe our first issue is to resolve the whole 'no instincts' issue with you." Drake said, stepping away and letting Canith compose himself. As he was technically not wearing any undergarments, and the clothes he was wearing were not very loose, he felt the wetness when he shifted his legs after closing his wings.

"So how are we going to go about that?" Canith asked curiously. "Normally, if you want something on an instinct level it takes months or even years of repetitive drills to make it muscle memory, and even then sometimes it still doesn't cross over to instinct." His training in martial arts and weapon work could attest to that fact.

"Well, normally even that wouldn't work for this- you have to know what you are feeling for before you can start to interpret it, and without those flight instincts that is pretty much impossible. However," he looked Canith dead in the eyes, "I have what some call a 'Wild Talent' branch-off of telepathy that I can use to correct that issue."

Canith's mind went completely still for a moment as the conceptual idea of what Drake had just revealed simply soaked in. An off-shoot of telepathy, somehow able to bypass having something instinctual? He just couldn't fathom this. He felt that as abilities went he had a decent grasp at this point, but this was leagues beyond him.

"Heh, from your blank expression I might need to elaborate." He motioned for Canith to sit down across from him as he sat down himself, and Canith slowly lowered himself down. "So normally, if both people have telepathy they can talk directly to each other, right?

Canith nodded. "Yeah, I follow you so far."

"And you know that you can share senses too- for instance smells, tastes, sight, the feel of something, even the sound of something."

Canith nodded slowly. "I didn't know about it being able to share all 5 senses, but I did at least know about sight. The rest I guess are not so obvious."

"Actually, they are pretty clear, you just never associate it with telepathy as you could just as easily have gotten that info yourself. But regardless, as you are following so far, here is where my unique talent comes into play. I like to call it a 'Data dump'. Not a flashy name, but what I can do is create a solid lump of, for lack of a better term, 'data' that I can place just like a thought into another individual's mind- but more than just generally place, I can target the particular regions of the brain where certain data is kept."

He paused and let Canith draw the logic chain together. "You are talking about more than just the 5 senses here, and much more than a thought or idea here, are you not?"

"Exactly. It has a few drawbacks though- It's mentally tiring for both parties, more so based on how large the package is. It's range is also extremely short- It requires I'm touching the target's temples both for a complete transfer and for accuracy's sake."

"Not too bad of a drawback, honestly. It could be worse. So you are implying you could, what, implant the instincts into me of how to fly? That seems rather convinent." Canith let a bit of skepticism enter his voice. "With a gift like that, you might as well not have to do any actual 'teaching' to get that piece of tail you bargained for."

Drake simply stared at him for a second, before laughing at him. "I guess you could look at it that way, but reserve judgement till you actually go through it. You might find that I bargained cheaply for this. Anyways, if you are willing, shall we begin?"

Canith nodded, and Drake grinned, then reached forward. He placed a talon on either temple, and closed his eyes. After a moment of nothing happening, Canith began to say "I don't feel anything" but never got the chance. One moment he was looking at Drake, the next he was staring at the trees above him while lying on his back. And he had a headache the likes of which reminded him of when he had over strained himself with the telekineticlly constructed bow.

"Owww." He moaned out quietly. He didn't feel like any other words described what he felt and it also limited how much he had to speak. Or think.

There was a very quiet laugh from down near his feet, and Canith slowly propped himself up to look at Drake. Gone was a lot of the energy the dragon had seemed to exude subconsciously. He looked worn out, and his entire posture drooped with weariness. "I must actually thank you. You probably get this a lot, but you have a very clear mind. Most often, I would be lying beside you nearly comatose after that large of a transfer- mostly due to having to mentally wade through so many random thoughts swirling around in their minds. But you, I was able to place them rather easily. Easy being relative, of course. There is still energy being expended, and with something that large, it was bound to take its toll."

Surprisingly, Canith's headache was already beginning to fade. :Aura, was you able to track what he did?:

When Aura responded, they sounded confused. :I was following the conversation, and was monitoring when he began the transfer. However, I actually detected nothing except the large mental strain you both experienced. His case was more energy usage, where yours was a bit more complicated. It was like a hybrid of physic strain coupled with mental exhaustion.:

He cocked his head sideways a touch at this, noticing the pain was almost gone at this point. :So you only was able to detect the after-effects, but not the process itself?:

Again Aura sounded confused. :I understand that he did SOMETHING, but I detect no changes or abnormalities aside from what I already mentioned.:

Now that WAS strange indeed. He spoke to Drake this time. "I don't feel or think anything different. Did it work?"

Drake just sat there, slowly getting his energy back. He smiled mysteriously. "How does the wind feel?"

Canith started to say that there was no wind on the ship, then stopped. He knew that air did move about the ship on a logical level, but as to feeling it, normally he didn't unless he was near a vent. Now, however, he not only felt it, but many other parts of it- where it was spatially, how fast, how much force, even the temperature of it. And along with this new information, he knew what each of those factors meant- how his wings would need to be adjusted for the temp, how hard he would need to flap to achieve liftoff, and many, many more. It was astounding, as he had not actually gotten around to doing any studying on the mechanics of atmospheric flight mechanics back on Earth, or anytime after for that matter.

He looked at Drake, who still had his mysterious smile on his face, and answered simply, "Oh."

"Yeah, that's what I meant by not something you could learn by drills. It doesn't seem like a lot to process once you have the instinct for it, but trust me- it is more than most can handle. There is a reason planes have so many gauges, and they are fixed wing flyers. We integrate motion into it, so there are hundreds of calculations that go into it that most would never account for. Thus the instinct."

Aura chimed in at this point, and even they had a bit of awe in their mental voice. :I was tracking your thoughts when he prompted you, and was able to parse the information you were receiving from your wings. It's as he says- without a computational AI, I believe it would be highly improbable for a normal individual to fly without these instincts. And I still cannot track what he did to give you this information. It's as if he didn't so much show you what you needed to know, but instead rewired the way the brain processes that information- making it make sense, instead of just being a tactile sensation. But this is all hypothetical, as I still cannot detect any actual changes.:

"I believe a simple thank you is definitely not enough for this." Canith said as he got to his feet. He held out a hand, and Drake took it to help himself off the ground as well. "So I have the knowledge of what all this means now, as instinct. So I guess now I learn how to fly?"

It was Drake's turn to look sheepish. "About that. Normally, you would be right. But remember how I mentioned how clear your mind is? Well, under normal circumstances I would have dropped the instinct in there and called it good, but due to the ease of placing that, I went a step forward and planted the how-to's and why's of flying as well. As a result, you should be able to fly as good as if you had been born to it."

This got an eye ridge raised from Canith. "Really now? That was awfully kind of you. And I believe that was also a complement layered in there, so thank you for that as well." Knowing now what Drake had done, he turned to the opened air of clearing, and as if they had a mind of their own his wings snapped open and then relaxed slightly. He felt the minute breeze play across the membranes, then crouched and leaped up, kinetically propelling himself up and forward, towards the open air. He felt the air currents as they eddied and swirled around the deck, and he made a few laps around the deck, reveling in the feel of flight.

It was intoxicating the freedom he felt.

After a little while though, his wing muscles began burning and his shoulder muscles felt as if they would cramp. As a result, he slowly landed and went through some exercises that he knew would help cool the muscles down and keep the threatened cramps from becoming actual cramps. As he did so, he strolled back over to where he sensed Drake watching him.

Drake nodded as he approached, and stood back up. "Not too bad for your first flight. Good to see you had the sense to stop when you did, too. Would have ruined the fun we will be having in a bit if your entire back was a giant cramp. I would feel obligated to help work the cramps out, and then the fun would have been put off till another day." He started to the lifts, and motioned for Canith to follow. "Also glad that the instinct to stretch out those sore muscles after sunk in properly, too. Too many skip that and cause themselves no end of pain for the negligence." The boarded the lift and Drake keyed in B deck. "Now we have 1 more stop before our destination. Food. Me because I burned a ton of energy and calories in the data dump, and you some food because you just preformed some of the most intense excercise you could have done with muscles that are not even remotely built up for it. Give it a few months of training though, and multi hour flights will be on the table."

Canith nodded to this as they rode the lift up to the habitation deck, and together they grabbed a large meal courtesy of Sylvie, who smiled knowingly at Drake. Drake, for his part, simply smiled back, but did not put any more emphasis on it than that.

After a nice meal, Drake led Canith outside, then pointed at a door a little ways away. It was on the second floor, and upon thinking a moment, Canith realised Drake's room was right beside his! "I have a bit of a challenge for you. As a way to somewhat passively build up your wing muscles, no more stairs on this deck. When you are coming or going from your room, or mine for that matter, you fly up and down. It's not a hard thing on the way down, more a glide, but up you need to work for it. And as a handicap, no kinetic thrust for this. You will quickly see that while it makes it much easier, you don't appreciate how much work it is to get off the ground the normal way."

Canith nodded and agreed. It made perfect sense, after all. Even though his flight was instinct driven, this would give the added bonus of making the exercise familiar to him. And that would go a long way to making it feel natural. As he thought this, Drake did as he had mentioned, and took several heavy strides forward as his own wings snapped open and with a jump and a powerful downward sweep of his wings launched into the air. The second flap moved more air then Canith was expecting, causing him to stagger a step back. The third flap found Drake slightly above the balcony of the second floor, where their rooms were. He landed on the railing, tucking his wings smartly as he landed perfectly, then hopped off onto the walkway.

Canith didn't feel any strain from his wings after the time they had been resting in the galley, so he started to imitate Drake, and immediately realized it would not be possible at the moment. Sure, he had the wingspan, but without the developed wing muscles that Drake had, he could not simply use a few flaps to get the requisite lift to get up there. He walked to the opposite side of the deck, turned, and after checking that there was no one likely to step in the way, started into a run. As he did, he began flapping his wings, attempting to generate the lift he needed. Just as he reached the halfway point, he leaped up as hard as he could without using his telekinesis, and managed to gain some small bit of height. Five flaps later and he was even with the railing, but not high enough for a proper landing even though he was much closer than what would allow another downward sweep. Instead, he grabbed hold of the outside of the railing and stopped flapping, pulling his wings tight to his back.

Upon doing this, his forward momentum crashed into the railing, and he nearly lost his grip and fell. As it was, it was a close thing, aided only by a small lip on the outside of the railing for support. Drake laughed at this, and helped him over the railing. Unlike his time on C deck, his wing muscles this time felt like they were on fire from the strain. "You did good for a first try there. It took me over a week to realize that if I took a running go I could get more lift. Now that isn't really necessary, but good to see you using your head."

Canith panted, out of breath. He looked up at Drake. "You didn't slip that in with the rest?"

"Nope. That was all you. Instinct is the foundation, but the rest is up to the individual. After all, knowing how something works in general is different than how your own body interacts with winds and thermals during flight. That sprint is an extension of that. If you are light enough, and have a large enough wing span, you can generate tremendous lift from a dead stop. But with mine and your stature, if you don't have a boost or height, you need a running go. Well, you do, I have been doing this for years, and the muscle tone I have now makes that jump pretty easy."

He winked at Canith, as he lead the way into his own room.

Canith expected to see dragons everywhere, and was surprised to see his room was sparsely decorated. In fact, at first Canith didn't even notice the decorations. Then, when Drake flicked on the light, Canith realised why. Drake had not decorated his room at all. He had altered the very appearance of it. The door seemed to open onto a cave. His depth perception was actually fooled for a minute as well, as the back wall seemed to go off into the distance, As did the wall opposite to his room. The bathroom didn't break the illusion, so much as blend into it as a sliding door build into the cave wall. The light fixture had been redesigned to appear as glowing moss, and multiple section seem to have been wired into the illusion. There were no wires visible, though, leading to a rather fascinating visual fantasy of walking into a cave, complete with a bed and table.

"Yeah, most don't go as far as I did, but it makes if feel more special, more like a home instead of a box." Canith could agree with that. Once the inital visual sunk in, he started noticing the small details. Crystals on the wall that at first looked ornamental, but then started glowing (ah, the equivalence of lamps.). Cleverly disguised tech embedded into the wall, like the PGU and the wall monitor. On the outcropping that held a few personal effects (his bedside table) was also a candle, but upon closer inspection proved to be a hologram. (Smart) Turning in a full circle, letting it all sink in, he could almost imagine himself in a cave on an unnamed planet, and not on a ship. There was even the sound of slowly dripping water, likely enhancing the illusion.

His inspection of the room was suddenly interrupted by the feel of a nibble on his neck. It was light, with only a hint of fangs, but it sent a shiver down his spine and started making him moist all over again. Drake, at some point, had stepped out of view, made some adjustments, and then snuck up behind Canith. The inital nibble was just the start, as Drake's arms wrapped around Canith's waist, pulling him close. It was then Canith noticed another adjustment Drake had made- Drake wasn't wearing his jumpsuit anymore. Point of fact, Drake wasn't wearing anything, and his erection was pressing up against the side of Canith's tail, and judging by the heat, partway up his back as well.

Canith took a half step away and, while still in Drake's arms, turned to look at him fully. Judging from what he could see, Drake shared the genital slit feature with Canith. Unlike Canith, It looked as if he did not share the female anatomy that many of the crew did. His erection was easily a foot long, with all multiple ridges along the shaft, and a sizable knot at the base. In the dim light, it was impressive, and then he noticed that like when he had fucked Will, Drake's dick was giving off more heat then normal.

"So I have to ask, the whole time today I noticed you are in custom clothes. Is there a special reason? Because I am about ready to rip them right off of you." This came as a low growl, and was followed by Drake licking his muzzle.

"You could try, but I have a better idea."

"Hmm?"

"Watch." Then Canith stepped back into Drake's arms, and with a mental twist dismissed the clothes he had created with his crystals. Between one moment and the next the layer of clothing that had been all that was separating them vanished, leaving Canith as nude as Drake, and the latter's erection pressing into the former's belly.

"Nice trick, gonna have to show me later." The low growl came again, as the western dragon picked the hybrid up and carried them to the bed. "But for now, I think that I will be . . . extracting my payment for services rendered." There was no malice in the words, only a simmering lust.

Canith didn't respond with words, instead parting his legs since he was already laying on the bed thanks to drake. The Western took no time, rubbing his erection against Canith's slit. The heat of it caused him to begin panting a bit, but it was obvious that there was a reason to what Drake was doing. Of the few dicks Canith had seen thus far (his included), Drake was by far larger then was normal. Without prep, that thing was liable to tear him apart. The head he was giving off, combined with the steady leak of pre, was both helping to slicken the shaft and Canith's entrance, but also loosen his muscles, which would allow for easier penetration.

He didn't do this for long, though. Slowly, he changed his angle a bit, and the tip began catching on Canith's folds. At first, it was just a slight catch and release, but as the angle increased, it became a catch and stretch, before backing off. The heat would loosen the muscles a bit more, and then after less then a dozen of these slow thrusts the tip did more than catch, it achieved penetration.

For his part, Canith's eyes went wide as the tip slid in, as it was followed by the head. The first ridge was still outside, but already he could tell that Drake wasn't joking. If this ride was as intense as he had joked about, he could easily believe that it would be hard to go back to anyone else- the stretch would leave them quite loose! But as he rocked back and forth, the ridge slowly trying to work it's way inside, the heat continued to work wonders at loosening his muscles.

Drake's next trick was only suprising for a moment, as he had pretty much said he was going to do it hours ago. He leaned forward, but instead of going for a nibble on the neck or a full on kiss, he kept leaning over, and caught Canith's wing membrane in a feather light nibble and lick. Sparks seemed to fly over his wing webs, both pleasurable and oddly ticklish- so unlike the talon stroke from earlier. A couple more licks and nips later (while the dragon managed the first of the three main ridges before the knot and began working toward the second) and then he spoke again.

"When your thoughts are in order between the bursts of pleasure, let me tell you a secret. The reason the licks and nips are so pleasurable is actually a reaction that comes from a natural phenomenon. It's actually tame in comparison to the actual thing- stormriding. The wet moisture of the clouds mixing with the ambient snap and pop of the static in the air is much more pleasurable. It is, of course, mixed in with the adrenaline from being so close to something so dangerous, but that only increased the thrill." He moved sinuously, working his way down with more light nips and licks to the edge.

"Of course, the ones that can truly appreciate it are those that have compatible energy crafting, as they can insulate themselves somewhat from the truly destructive energies. It leaves the rest of us panting at the thought of it. But . . ." He moved a hand into view, showing an odd rod with a handle on one end and a ball at the other end. "Even if we cannot play in the playground, doesn't mean we cannot play at all."

With a twirl and a flick, he spun the device around and caught the handle, then lowered it to lightly caress the membrane where it was still moist from his licks. He flicked a small switch as he did, and pushed ridge number two in at the same time. The device sent electric current racing through Canith's wing. Not a strong shock, but a weak current. The saliva that Drake left helped conduct it, and the ridge popping in at the same time caused him to try to arch his back in startled surprise and pleasure.

The current set his new senses from his wings alight with blindingly bright pleasure, and if it had been any more intense it might have made him cum on the spot. As it was, it cause him to clam down hard on Drake's shaft as the western dragon held him down with his other hand. As his muscles loosened, Drake went back to thrusting the two ridges in, slowly working up to the third.He then slowly stroked the wing again with the electro rod, causing more flashes of pleasure to course through Canith's brain. He was moaning constantly now, between the amazing stretching and the shocks, and was almost senseless.

Drake grinned, and set the rod aside for now. He leaned back a bit, and with a slight pop slid the third ridge in. Canith was more full than ever, and a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that there was one more hurdle left- the knot. Unlike Will's and Canith's, Drake's knot didn't look like it would inflate much once locked into place. Instead, it looked like forcing it in would be challenging but rewarding. So after working for nearly 15 minutes with just the head and the three ridges, when Drake whispered in Canith's ear to brace themselves, he tried to relax as much as possible.

Drake had been pushing a small bit of his knot forward as he had worked, but at this, he changed his rhythm. Instead of full thrusts, it was short, jack hammer thrusts that mashed the knot against his already straining slit. It burned, both from the intense heat and the O he was being stretched into. Then, between one thrust and the next, something gave, and the knot slid home.

Drake let out a low rumbling growl as it did, causing the vibrations to travel into Canith from Drake's dick buried to the root in him. Then, against Canith's expectations, it did begin to swell. And then Canith noticed, through the haze of pleasure and the burn and the slight pain, that he hadn't seen the base of Drake's dick, behind the knot. Apparently, there was about an inch where it narrowed significantly, so that once the knot slid in it allowed the muscles to retract around it and lock it in place securely. In this manner, it was similar to Will's wolf penis.

Drake's knot, however, was already as large as the wolf's at full swell- before Drake's had even begin swelling. It gained another inch in circumference in the process, pressing directly against his G-spot hard. Canith came hard, and it wasn't stopping easily. This became ever better, of course, when Drake began doing something Canith had only noticed himself doing as a feral- he began purring like a cat. The difference, though, was a cat didn't sound like a subwoofer when they purred, and the resulting vibrations had Canith going off again and again, all the while Drake unloaded himself directly into Canith's womb.

At some point, the pleasure hit a slightly different tone as well, and Canith felt another wetness join what was sure to be an amazing mess when the western would finally pull out- apparantly he had a male orgasm at the end, while completely soft. It made sense, in a way, as with the level of stretching he had undergone there was no way his dick could have gotten out of the vicegrip of muscles that the fully engorged knot presented. As it was, he just laid there, with Drake a work comforting (if vibrating) weight above and in him. And slowly, he drifted off on the waves of pleasure that still coursed through him with no signs of stopping.

Hours later, Canith slowly becomes aware that he was once again waking up in a room not his own. This time, however, there was no one draped across him heating him up. Instead, there was a small paper note folded on the pillow next to him. He moved slightly, realizing that everything from the waist down was extremely sore, and only superficially cleaned. The note from Drake was short, in a strong handwriting that slanted oddly to Canith's eyes, until Aura relayed that the reason was that Drake's handwriting showed signs that he was left-handed. The note itself simply stated that he had an amazing time, and that any time that Canith was up for some fun or some flying, he would be game for another round.

It then apologized for not being there when he awoke, but he had to head down to engineering for his shift, and that if Canith had any interesting ideas for his room outside of the norm, like with Drake's own room, to get together with him and he would help design and wire as need be.

Canith put the letter against his chest with a smile, then got up and walked to the door. He felt the dried seed on his scales, and felt an odd sloshing in his lower abdomen, before blushing in realization. NOW he understood the dreamy yet content smiles that Will had mentioned. If all westerns put out that much, such that it inflated his womb a bit, and still had enough left to make such a mess, it made perfect sense. Grinning, he simply walked out Drake's door, making sure to turn the lights off, and over to his room. No one saw him, even though he didn't rush, but the thought of someone seeing him like that made him blush again with a small smile.

Once inside, he had Aura pull up the work that they had done while he had been out of commission, and stepped into the shower to clean off the dried cum. He debated with trying to empty his womb out, when Aura did something interesting. They made a strange sound, something like an embarrassed cough. :I wouldn't worry about that actually. I did a bit of digging while I had close access to the files and records down in E-deck, and made sure to heavily encrypt everything I learned there as a precaution. Of note, it seems that an odd genetic addition to western dragons is something that is also shared with both old Earth horses as well as several other animal species. At the end of their ejaculation, they release a naturally dissolving gel that 'plugs' their mate's wombs, ensuring that none of their seed escapes. That is both the reason you are still carrying around so much of it, and why the mess is actually quite limited. My scans indicate that while some of what is on you is Drake's, the majority is your genetic material, both male and female ejaculate. What little was theirs was likely from the back pressure after pulling out where it had been trapped outside the womb but in front of his knot.:

This gave Canith a small fit of both laughter and embarrassment. Depending on how long that plug would stay in there, and how much mess it would cause when it eventually dissolved, he could be looking at a ticking time bomb of awkward blushes and rushing to the bathroom. In some ways, he was slightly angry at the dragon for putting him in this mess, and in another, felt a warm glow of affection for the gift. After all, it might not be exactly comfortable, but it was definitely a unique experience!