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The New Roommate: Chapter 1

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Anonymous

WARNING: This story contains: dragontaur, taur, human, magic, macro, normal size, size-difference, plot development, world building, hyper cock, hyper balls, oral sex, musk, aprhodasiac, masturbation, frotting, rimming, excessive cum, and more. If you aren’t 18, or none of these interest you at all, then you might as well hop, skip and jump your way out of here, because there’s like 7000 words of plot development and 3000 words of smut. And if you really are only here for the smut, well then wait for the second part which should have a lot more. Otherwise, enjoy!

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The old Victorian mansion, perched on a hill overlooking the town of Mackenzie Creek, had long been a local landmark. The tall spires and massive halls were the home of the eponymous family that had virtually built the settlement of four thousand a century and a half ago. They had their hand in everything: a quarry five miles away that built the foundations of many of the old homes and stately civic structures, a mine where valuable iron ore had been turned into the steel that built New York and Chicago, the local bank that saved and loaned the money to the first settlers and their descendents, a half dozen shops and stores along the formerly bustling Main Street, and a large, sprawling community college built with a massive grant a century before. The Mackenzie’s were wealthy and powerful, many of them having been mayors, state legislators, and governors: one was a powerful senator in Washington at the turn of the 20th century.

But now, with the 21st century rolling on, the Mackenzies were but a shadow of their old glory. The quarry had long since been abandoned and left to the elements, the mine had long exhausted it’s rich but shallow stores of iron, the bank had been taken over by a larger national institution, and a big-box store on the other side of the town had gutted the thriving businesses.

But even before modernity intervened, the Mackenzie family was struggling. Several big, risky investments went kaput in the Wall Street Crash of 1929 that overnight halved the family fortune. Then family squabbles over the rest of the inheritance as the second generation of politically minded, but increasingly cash poor, sons and daughters died off led to lawsuits between siblings and cousins, and the rapid depletion of the tens of millions of dollars that had been saved on the lawyers, frivolous spending on fancy cars and boats, and the conmen that managed to convince a few of the lessy savvy children to let them take the money and run.

Now, all that remained of the grand Mackenzie name was a statue in front of the Mackenzie Creek town hall, a plaque commemorating their donations to found the library and the museum, and the mansion at the top of the hill.

And now the old house belonged to Daniel, inherited via his grandmother’s will, who passed just six short months before.

Daniel had a lot of fond memories about the house. There had been many birthday parties, weddings and family celebrations in the grand old building, and he had spent many of his summer’s here when he was growing up, exploring the many nooks and crannies of the three floors, the attic, the basement, and fifty some rooms. Despite its age, his grandmother had done her best to keep the building in good shape, setting up a trust fund to help pay for the maintenance, utilities, repairs and even taxes that came up. This fund went along with the house, ensuring that Daniel wouldn’t have to worry about the house in the future.

However, the stately old house was far from its original splendour: the formerly gaudy and bright white, green, blue and red paint on the exterior was peeling from the sun and weather; many of the walls on the inside were bare, the old wood panelling scuffed and cracking, the wallpaper five decades out of date; two-thirds of the rooms were empty, their furniture having long since been sold off to pay debts; the flowerbeds that filled the front yard were now grass and overgrown bushes; there were some excessive creaking and groaning that sent shivers down the spine.

Daniel was roused from his slumber as he could hear the floorboards and structural beams complain and cry out, which made him sigh, and throw off the snug covers of his bed, stepping into his slippers and grabbing an old housecoat and tying it around his waist, before groggily leaving the old master bedroom to the grand staircase that would take him to the grand hall on the first floor. The sun was only just starting to filter through the old glass panes in the windows, casting light and shadows through the rooms, which only made Daniel wince and groan.

Down the stairs, toward the source of the creaking and groaning, which got louder and louder as he got closer. Daniel stopped at the large double doors of the ballroom, and rested his hands on them. He took a deep breath, and banged his fist against the old wooden door.

The creaking and rumbling stopped. “Who is there?” a deep, rumbling voice asked from the other side.

“The only other person in this house,” Daniel called back, trying to stifle a yawn, but failing.

THOOM. THOOM. THOOM. THOOM. The door then creaked open, showing off the half illuminated, bent over body of a fifteen foot tall dragontaur. Grey scales that shimmered in the early morning light covered most of his body, both the feral lower half and the anthropomorphic upper half, except for a bright silver colour that stretched from the dragon’s upper chest and down his feral belly. He had razor sharp ivory claws on each hand and paw, a mouth full of ferocious fangs, bright blue eyes that seemed to dance and glow, and two large white horns on his head that looked like a crown. There were two large wings as well, folded up and tucked against the larger lower back and was more than big enough to carry the dragon in the air. The dragon had some muscular definition, though how much of it was genes and birth, and how much of it was because of actual physical work, Daniel had no idea.

Compared to the giant that now also resided in his family home, Daniel was, well, a normal human. Just shy of six feet tall, and a rather normal frame, maybe a bit leaner thanks to the heavy lifting he had to do at his job, with short cropped hair and brown eyes. Daniel was, to put it mildly, fairly normal, in a world that had giants, animal people, magic and much, much more.

The other thing Daniel noticed as the door to his giant roommate’s room opened was the scent that came out. It wafted over his nose, a strong, potent, masculine scent. Daniel tried his best not to inhale it, but failed.

“What is it, Mr. Mackenzie?” the dragon asked, his voice a quiet rumble, with a clipped and clear accent. At his size, there was no other volume setting.

“The fact that it’s only six in the morning, Theodorus,” Daniel grumbled. “Could you keep it down till a more reasonable hour?”

The dragontaur with the fancy name shuffled, the floorboards creaking and groaning some more under the weight of the giant creature. “I apologize. I am usually awake by this time back at home, so my body has gotten used to it. It is hard to change a schedule after three quarters of a century, you must understand.”

Daniel sighed. “Well, just… you know, keep it quiet if you can. I had a late shift last night, and I need to get some sleep so I can actually, you know, function.”

“Of course. I understand,” Theodorus replied, giving a bow. “I will try not to disturb you any more then.”

The dragontaur closed the door, before the deep, low THOOM, THOOM, THOOM, THOOM of six thousand pounds of muscle and mass walked back across the old ballroom, and then a FLUMP that made the whole house shake as Theodorus laid down on his bed of pillows and cushions.

Daniel sighed, before turning around and walking back up the stairs to his bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

A year ago, had you told Daniel that he would be the landlord to a dragontaur from Europe who was trying to escape the stuffy lifestyle of his royal family by coming to America to study at a small town college, Daniel would have laughed, thinking it would be insane and crazy. Why the hell would a dragontaur want to come to some rural backwater in America to go to college? Isn’t that what Oxford and Cambridge are for?

Yet, here he is now. Daniel Mackenzie, the descendent of a family that had long since lost it’s wealth, power and prestige, was now playing host for who knew how long to Prince Theodorus of the House of Vierbein, third in line for the throne of a small city state in Europe, one of the last few monarchies ruled by dragontaurs in the world.

Daniel pushed open the door to the master bedroom, took several steps toward the bed, then flopped onto it, letting his slippers fall off his feet, but not removing the housecoat. He was dead tired from a late shift at the department store, stocking shelves and dealing with high or drunk customers.

But despite his exhaustion, sleep wouldn’t come back to him. He tossed and turned, trying to find a cool, comfortable spot on his bed and under the covers, but he couldn’t. Birds were chirping, cars were driving by, he could even hear the muffled conversations of people walking by. But it was the occasional creak and groan of the house as the dragontaur tried to move slowly and silently, but causing floorboards to creak and groan anyway.

Finally, after another hour of trying to sleep, and failing miserably, Daniel groaned, rolled out of bed, and went back down stairs to the main floor.

When he arrived, he saw Theodosius’ door having been left open, and he could see the long, thick tail of the dragon poking out of the kitchen, swaying back and forth. Then there was a crash, a roar, and the tail started thrashing about.

“Ow! Ow ow ow!” Theodosius bellowed, making the house shake again. Daniel, halfway down the stairs, now sprinted for the kitchen on the other end of the hall, sliding on his slippered feet into the linoleum floored kitchen, to see the unclothed grey behemoth waving his hand, then sucking his finger, while standing in front of the stove, a frying pan upside down on the floor, half burnt, half raw eggs splattered all over the tiles. His wings were outstretched, as if trying to warn off a dangerous threat, but that just hit the walls and cupboards on either side of the kitchen. The long barrel of Theodosius’ lower body was about the same length as he was tall on the front end, though his thrashing tail added another eight or so feet at the end.

And from his position behind the dragon, Daniel was confronted with one of the rather… large attributes of a dragontaur, namely the two, beach ball sized testicles that were bouncing around in a grey, leathery sac. A large sheathe was just in front of them, though there wasn’t any dragon dong poking out at the moment.

This was the first time he saw, up close, one of the aspects of the taurs, especially of the draconic variety, that made them, well, unique. It wasn’t just because of their magic abilities, or the fact that many used to rule empires, but the fact that they were well known hedonists and almost excessively sexually active. Unlike with human politicians, where being caught in flagrante delicto could, and often was a career ender, it was almost normal, if not expected, for a taur to just… rut and have sex in the middle of public.

At least that wasn’t the case here. Though being this close to the dragontaur, and the rather strong, masculine scent that came off of him, did make Daniel’s manhood stir and rouse to attention. Something in the air just made him feel horny all of a sudden, and he struggled to push the thoughts out of his head.

“What are you doing?” Daniel shouted, making Theodosius turn around, his ears laying back against his head much like a dog would.

“I was just trying to make some breakfast,” the dragontaur said, finger still in his mouth, and retracting his wings a bit. “I just… well, burnt myself.”

Daniel, climbing over the tail and squeezing past the large lower torso of the dragon, while trying to avoid groping the dragontaur’s nuts or rubbing against his sheath, reached the stove. “No wonder why, you turned it way too hot,” the human remarked, turning the knob to click the electric oven off. “You could have burnt the place down!”

“S-sorry, Mr. Mackenzie,” the dragon said in a low voice, bowing his head. “I was just trying to, you know… do something myself, without bothering you. And apparently my magic doesn’t work on these appliances.”

Daniel sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This house wasn’t exactly built for giant taurs, you know. Much less magic ones. I’ll go make you some breakfast.”

Theodosius backed up toward the door of the kitchen, then sat on his haunches like a dog would. But with his rather prodigious size, that just made his heavy balls and fat sheath stick up and out. Daniel tried not to pay attention as he cleaned up the mess, got a new pan, and started cracking some eggs. “How many eggs?”

“I usually get six in the morning.” Theodosius replied.

“Do you want some sausages too?”

“That would be fine, yes please,” Theodosius said, and Daniel went to the freezer and got half a dozen of them, and put them onto fry as well.

“I guess you don’t cook much at home, do you?” Daniel remarked, as he flipped the eggs.

“Well, no. There are servants who make the food, clean up, and all that stuff. Mostly anthros, but some humans as well.” Theodosius remarked.

Daniel turned the sausages over. “So why did you decide to come here of all places, when everything was just handed to you?”

“Well, uh… Because I didn’t like it that much,” Theodosius replied.

“Really? I would enjoy that. Never having to work, being waited on by loyal servants. Hell, basically being able to have sex all the time would be awesome. That sounds like the life!” Daniel flipped the sausages again, and once he was convinced they were cooked right, he slid them off, and the eggs, onto a plate, and handed it up to the dragontaur.

“I… I guess so,” Theodosius said, as he held out his hand to lift up a fork from the drawer, and into his hand, invisible magic placing it right into his talons. “It’s just… it doesn’t feel right. I don’t know how to explain it.” The dragon took a bite of his eggs. “I guess after so many years living in a palace, sheltered from the outside world, I want to see what the humans do, how they act and stuff. Which is why I came here, Mr. Mackenzie.”

“Daniel, please.” He started to make his own breakfast, a much more modest two eggs and sausages.

“Hmmm?” the dragon said, mouth full of food.

“Just call me Daniel.”

“Oh, sorry Mr…. uh, Daniel,” Theodosius said, as he ate some more. “That was what I was told to call the owner of the house when I first came here.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t this the first time you’ve been to the United States?”

“Not exactly,” Theodosius said, as he ate the rest of the food on his plate. “I came here when I was young hatchling, maybe a year or two old. That would have been… oh, 1954, if I did the math correctly.”

“Oh? I wasn’t aware you came here before,” Daniel said, as he flipped his eggs. “Sixty-six years ago?”

“Yes. Diplomatic trip by my father, the King, and the rest of the family. My brother’s did more with my father, seeing different sites and such, while I stayed here. I was very young, and dragon’s aren’t exactly great babies to deal with in public. So I was here with a lady named… oh… uh… Vivian, I think?”

“That was my grandmother,” Daniel said, dishing up his plate of breakfast. “She passed away six months ago.”

“Oh. My condolences,” Theodosius remarked. “She was a very funny lady, and played with me the whole time.”

“She would have been in her twenties then,” Daniel said, eating from his plate. “Honestly, I would have said you were like… my age. I didn’t realize you were so old.”

Theodosius chuckled. “Maybe in human lifespans, but for a dragontaur, I would be just past adolescence, young adult. My father is about 250 years old, and there are old Kings of Vierbein that lived to 500 or so. So I have a long life left.”

Daniel thought about that. How much a dragon like Theodosius will see in his life time, and how much other dragontaurs would have seen. His dad would have been born at the time of the French Revolution, when the tauric Kings of France and the anthro nobility were overthrown, and humans claimed their place as the not only the ruled, but the rulers as well because they were 90% of the population.

Almost two centuries of tauric, anthro and humans fighting each other would ensue, trying either to restore the old order, or to wipe out all non-humans. It was only after the Second World War, at the last defeat of the anthros that tried to form a global dictatorship to push the humans back into slavery, that almost all nations on earth accepted that the humans, as the largest segment of the earth’s population, had as much, if not more, of a right to rule themselves than giant, magic wielding animal creatures did.

Daniel had studied history in the college named after his family (and a fat lot good that did him, he often thought as he stocked shelves or dealt with a high teenager wanting food at 2 am). Part of it was because his family had a lot of do with the Anthro Rights movements in America that occurred in the early to mid 20th century. America had been settled by mostly humans, who drove the overwhelmingly anthro and tauric Indian populations to the verge of extinction through disease and warfare. The Founding Fathers considered the “feral beings,” as they were often called back then, to be both a European anarchism, a Barbarian danger, a sexually deviant horror, a characteristic of the monarchical societies, ancient magic or animalistic lust that they tried to shunt aside in favor of a prudish, technology focused, human-centered republic.

It would take until the middle of the 20th century for anthros to be able to get full rights, not limited by outdated laws that considered them a danger to democracy, a step toward monarchy, or a front for facism. And the Mackenzie family did much to make that a reality with their efforts with Anthro Rights groups and others.

Daniel finished his plate of food, and took Theodosius’ and put them in the sink to wash later.

As much as he liked history, and wanted to learn more about it, and his family’s role in it, Daniel couldn’t spend all day thinking about that.

“Thank you for the meal,” Theodosius said, standing up. “Next time, I’ll try something else.”

“Or just let me know, and I can help you,” Daniel said, before making himself some coffee in the rather expensive single serve coffee machine he got as a birthday present a few years ago, and drinking it to banish the last of his tiredness, at least for a while.

“So now what?” Theodosius asked, as Daniel started making himself a second cup.

“Well, got to get some groceries,” Daniel replied. “With you here now, I’m going through food a lot faster than any person should be.”

“Ahh, I see,” Theodosius remarked. “Should I come to help get groceries? I’ve never actually had to do such a thing before.”

Daniel was about to say no, that was alright, when he remembered that one of the reasons why Theodosius was here was to see what living in a human society was like. And frankly, the grocery store was as good an introduction as anything else.

“I guess it can’t hurt,” Daniel said, and he could see the dragon’s face light up. “I just have to get changed and we can head out.”

“Changed?” Theodosius asked.

“Well, yes. I have to wear actual clothes outside.” He looked over Theodosius. “And you might have to cover up as well.”

The dragon blinked. “W-what do you mean?”

Daniel pointed to the lower part of the dragon’s back. “It’s usually common courtesy to not have your junk just hanging out to show to the public, especially in a town like this.”

“A town like this? I thought this was a nice town,” Theodosius said.

“You haven’t actually been in the town itself, have you?” Of course the dragontaur hadn’t: he arrived in the middle of the night in the vast open backyard that was a pain and a half to maintain, and hadn’t left the house since. “Just because it was my family that built the town years ago doesn’t mean that everyone here is exactly fans of dragontaurs. So, for the sake of yourself, at least find something to hide your nuts, okay?”

The dragontaur gave a sheepish nod, before ducking out of the kitchen, and back to the old ballroom. Daniel followed behind, but continued up the stairs to his bedroom, where he found a pair of blue jeans that wasn’t too dirty, and a t-shirt of a band he saw a couple years ago from the pile of clean but unfolded clothes on a chair. Thus dressed, Daniel returned downstairs, and knocked on his roommate’s door.

“You done yet?” Daniel shouted.

“Uh… just… one moment,” the dragon replied. “I’ll be right out!”

Daniel rolled his eyes, and walked back across the hall, to the room that at one point have been the grand mansions lounge. Currently, there was only an old sofa, loveseat and chair set from his grandma, but a flat screen TV that Daniel had bought a couple years ago at a garage sale for $100. It worked just fine, and had enough HDMI and cable ports to work with a game console, so he really didn’t need much more.

But the rest of the lounge was a rather sad state. Old bookshelves lined the walls, many of them now empty as the books that had been in here for a hundred years were donated to the college library. Paintings that used to hang on the walls were also gone, now sitting in a storage room in the museum. An old fireplace, long since bricked off to prevent drafts and animals from getting into the house, was about the only piece of original furniture left in the rather large, empty room. Even the old bar, where the best and most expensive alcohol in the town could be found, had been torn out for a relative who had a fondness for the bottle.

Daniel sat down on the chair, sighing as he looked around the room. The wallpaper, green with gold designs, was old, fading and peeling. You could actually see where the old furniture and paintings used to hang, as the sun had bleached the walls around it.

He was so caught up in looking around the sad state of the lounge that he had turned into a slightly dumpy TV den, that he nearly jumped out of his skin when Theodosius called his name.

The dragontaur only had a large vest over his upper body, a shimmering red silk with gold highlights. He didn’t wear anything over his lower body, but to the surprise of Daniel, the massive balls of the dragon had vanished, as had his sheath. Had Daniel not known any better, he would have thought this was, well, normal.

“What…”

“I found a magic spell in one of the books I brought with me,” Theodosius said. “I enchanted one of the rings I had, and it will hide my private parts for the time being,” the dragontaur said, holding up his hand to show a large golden ring on his clawed finger.

“I guess that’s one way to be presentable,” Daniel said.

“Yes, though I can’t guarantee it will be effective for a long period of time, so we should get going.”

Leaving the house turned out to be another hassle. For one thing, despite the generous dimensions of most of the house, the front door was still about four feet too short for Theodosius to just walk through, and was barely wide enough, just a bit more than the dragontaur’s six feet breadth. So the fifteen foot tall dragontaur had to shimmy and duck and bend to try to fit underneath the door frame and get out of the house.

“Next time… let’s walk through the Ballroom doors,” Theodosius said, as he carefully extracted his hind quarters from the house, on the creaking front porch. “Less likely to break something that way.”

Daniel gave a wary, nervous nod, as Theodosius finally stood up to his full body height, listening to the old boards on the porch creaking and groaning at the massive weight of the dragontaur. He only breathed a sigh of relief as Theodosius stepped off and onto the old concrete pathway, and they both headed for the town, with the smaller human, just about a third as tall as the dragon and weighing more than 30 times less, leading the way.

Theodosius was so large that he more than took up the full sidewalk, and he was increasingly self conscious as he put one foot in front of the other, trying to keep his massive feet on the concrete as much as possible and not step on the grass on either side. And of course, every step he took made the ground tremble: not as bad as inside the house, but enough to be noticeable.

And then they started to meet people.

A woman was walking her dog, a small white terrier, when Daniel and Theodosius rounded a street corner. The dog started barking, little, high pitched, annoying yaps at the massive beast. The canine, despite his small size, had a lot of spirit and gusto for the dragontaur that could have simply stepped on it and barely notice. The woman, so engrossed on her phone call, tugged on the leash to try to quiet her dog, but when the canine continued barking, she sighed, pulled the phone from her ear, and picked up the dog, still yapping at the approaching dragontaur.

“Hey! Sush sweetie! You’ll bother the…” she started to scold her dog, before looking up to see the massive grey mass of the dragon. She was stunned momentarily, as Daniel approached, nervous and apologetic.

“Uh… hi?” Daniel said, giving a small smile to the woman.

“Th-th-that’s a-” She stammered.

“Yes, it’s a dragon,” Daniel said, glancing back at Theodosius, who gave a smile, but only showing off the massive rows of sharp fangs.

The woman screamed, her voice even higher pitched than her still barking dog, before she turned around and ran, still clutching her dog, who was still barking at the giant monster.

Daniel looked back to Theodosius, who’s smile faded. “I guess maybe I should have let some people know that you were going to be here.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt them,” Theodosius said, with a sad voice. “I never would.”

“Yeah, I know… but remember, you are new here, and furries aren’t exactly common here, much less taurs like yourself.”

They continued down the street, getting more stares and startled expressions. A kid who was skateboarding nearly ran into a street lamp when he first saw Theodosius. A jogger listening to music with earbuds blocking his hearing nearly tripped on Theodosius’ tail. A couple people shouted stuff like “Go back to where you came from!” and “No taurs in America!” which made Theodosius twitch a little bit at the hostility. Daniel was getting his own side eye glances at being associated with the taur at all.

A toddler heading for a nearby park stared wide eyed, before turning to his nervous mom to ask if they could get a big dog like that. There wasn’t any true panic, but everyone gave a wide berth to the dragontaur, scared of his sheer size, and his ferocious looking fangs, claws, wings, and talons.

Daniel and Theodosius did their best to ignore the looks, stares and shouting, and eventually arrived at an intersection with a busy road controlled by traffic lights, and needed to cross to get to the grocery store. But as the human and his dragontaur roommate waited for the lights to change, traffic crossing them started to slow down, people in cars were surprised by the giant dragon, and some were trying to get a better glimpse at the new sight. But the traffic light turned, and Daniel started across the street, followed by the cautious Theodosius, every single footstep of his making the cars bounce and jiggle on their suspensions and shocks.

Daniel and Theodosius carried onto the grocery story and got their supply. It turned out to be a lot harder than expected: the sliding doors at the front were able to let the dragontaur enter, but the aisles throughout the store were not wide enough for him to go down each one. So Theodosius was left toward the front of the store, as Daniel went up and down the aisles, picking up a variety of foods to get the approval of the dragontaur who had to stand at the end, who would occasionally pick up items with his magic, setting them into the cart to the stunned views of other gawking and nervous shoppers. He did his best to avoid bumping into displays and workers, and trying to keep his tail out of the way of the shoppers and their carts. The dragontaur knew how much he would need to eat in a week or so, and soon there were shelves that were looking fairly empty.

“I’m thinking this may have been a bad idea,” Theodosius whispered to Daniel, as he pushed two overloaded carts to the checkout counter.

“They just have to get used to it, that’s all,” Daniel said, trying to spin the morning’s encounters so far. “Just need to show that you aren’t the bad guy even though you are different.”

Daniel hoped that was true as well, because he would never be able to go through Mackenzie Creek the same way again if the town decides they don’t like Theodosius, and since he was so tied in with the dragontaur…

The clerk at the till was intimidated by the giant dragon, but she did her best, checking everything out. In fact, it was Daniel who was getting nervous, as the total value started to tick up higher and higher: a hundred dollars, Daniel would be able to cover. Two hundred was stretching it. Three hundred would require a credit card and months to pay off. Four hundred was insane…

“The total comes to $567.92,” the cashier said, then turning to Daniel.

Daniel gave a nervous smile, reaching for his wallet, before Theodosius cleared his throat.

“Let me get this, Mr. … uh… Daniel,” Theodosius said, snapping his fingers and making a small portal, glowing orange and blue open up, and making both the cashier and Daniel jump in surprise. The dragontaur reached into the rip of the multiverse, and pulled out a small card, the size of a credit card, and handed it to him.

“What is this?” Daniel asked, looking at the shiny silver card, with “House of Vierbein” in fancy gold writing.

“It’s my own bank account, if you say that,” Theodosius said. “Well, more my family’s back home.”

Daniel sighed, tapped the card against the chip reader, and instantly, the amount was approved, the till clanged open, and the receipt printed off.

“Uh… do you need a hand carrying this out?” The cashier asked, looking at all the plastic bags.

Again, Theodosius stepped in, swooping his hand up and making all the bags levitate into the air, followed by the opening of another portal, and he carefully set them inside, then closed the rift of space and time.

“No thank you, not necessary,” Theodosius said with a small smile, as both Daniel and the cashier (and the other staff that saw it) tried to comprehend what just happened. But the dragontaur was already heading for the door, when Daniel snapped out of it, pocketed the special card, and followed the giant out of the store.

They started to walk back the way they came, arriving at the intersection they had crossed earlier, when Theodosius’s ears perked, the dragontaur snorted, and he turned around, nearly knocking Daniel over with his tail.

“What the hell are you…” Daniel started, as he saw Theodosius run to the other side of the street, through the intersection, avoiding the cars waiting and driving through, and running, stretching out his wings and leaping up.

As the toddler and mother from earlier, having finished their play at the park and now returning home, were crossing the street on the other side.

And a truck suddenly came roaring down the street, two sets of police sirens wailing behind it, red and blue lights now visible to everyone.

Theodosius landed on the street on the other side of the mom and toddler, picked them up with his arms and wrapped them into his body with his wings, landing on the pavement with his back away from the intersection...

As the truck crashed right into the dragontaur’s backside with a crunch of steel and glass.

Theodosius let out a howl that shook glass and windows, as the speeding truck was brought to an instant halt, airbags deploying as the front end was totalled.

The police cars screeched to a halt just behind the truck, police officers armed with their pistols carefully surrounding the truck, and the giant dragon that stopped it. Some of them threw open the doors, pulling out the driver and passengers of the doors, and handcuffing them.

The dragontaur opened his eyes, then stretched out his wings, to show the mother and child, shaken and startled, otherwise uninjured, pushed up against his chest. Two police officers dashed in, one picking up the kid and running to the sidewalk, the other helping the mom up and escorting her to her son.

Daniel ran across the street to Theodosius. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think so…” Theodosius said with a groan, staying as still as he could.

“What… why did you do that?” Daniel asked. “You could have been killed!”

Theodosius chuckled. “I think it will take a bit more than a truck like that to hurt me. But I could hear the sirens, and my senses kicked in.”

Daniel looked over to see the mom, trembling and in shock holding her son, who was pointing at Theodosius, laughing and excited about how the big dog had picked him and his mom up and wrapped them up and stuff.

“Well, at least nothing bad came of it.”

A policeman came around, holstering his gun, and staring at the grey dragontaur that lay in front of him. “I… I don’t know how to thank you, Mr… uh…”

“Theodosius,” he said. “My name is Theodosius.”

“Well, Mr. Theo, thank you so much for that,” the policeman continued. “Those four in the truck had just robbed a bank, and we were chasing them to try to stop them. So not only did you stop them, but you saved a little kid and his mom.”

A crowd was gathering now, as more police cars came, closing off the intersection. Phones were going off, taking pictures of the dragon lying on the street, the truck that had been smashed behind him, and the mom and kid who were saved by the dragontaur.

Finally, after the truck was pulled away, Theodosius was able to stand up, and an audible gasp from the crowd that gathered to see the full size of the giant dragontaur, followed by some cheers and applause for the day’s hero. The dragon grinned, showing off his wingspan and size to the amazed crowd that an hour before would have been terrified of him. The toddler, named Zach, was even able to get a picture taken with his rescuer for the front page of the newspaper, much to his delight.

But soon enough, as the road was cleared and the crowds dispersed, it was time to get back to their daily lives. After giving their statements to the police, Theodosius and Daniel carried on back down the street. But as it was a small town, news spread quickly: the story of how the giant dragon had saved a mom and her son, and stopped some bank robbers while doing it, was spread like wildfire even faster than it took for them to walk back home. Soon they were stopped every few houses as someone came out to thank Theodosius, and a brief introduction to the neighborhood. One old lady even gave Daniel and Theodosius a pecan pie.

“Well, you were right,” Theodosius said, as he looked at the tiny pie in his hands, which would have been more than enough to be a bite sized snack for him. “People just had to get to know me.”

“You did accelerate it by saving a kid,” Daniel remarked.

“Who wouldn’t have done that?” Theodosius asked.

“Anyone that wasn’t three tons of muscle with wings?” Daniel replied back.

“Touche.”

They finally arrived back home, a lot later than Daniel had first expected this trip to take. Once again, Theodosius had to squirm and wiggle his way through the front door, trying to not break anything. When he was finally in the entryway and the door was closed, he quickly took off the red vest, tossing it into his room, before heading for the kitchen, with Daniel, taking off his shoes, following behind.

“Okay, so I meant to ask… what is it with that portal thing?” Daniel asked, as Theodosius opened the tear in space and time to unload their groceries, and the two went to work on putting them away.

“It’s a pocket dimension, something that I can use to store stuff and keep them out of the way,” the dragontaur said, as he levitated boxes of cereal and granola bars into the shelves. “When you have magic powers, you might as well abuse them.”

Daniel set six jugs of milk into the fridge. “Is that where you are keeping your balls too?”

“Well… yes,” Theodosius said, as he used his magic to start gathering the plastic bags.

Daniel paused, as he was about to set several loaves of bread on a shelf. “I… I thought I was making a joke.”

“Well, it’s complicated,” the dragon said. “I basically just created a long lasting portal to keep my sack and sheathe from view. They are still attached to me, and are just in the pocket dimension.” He summoned some more snacks, setting them up on a shelf. “And, I must say - It feels really nice.”

“W-what…”

“My balls, just hanging in the middle of nothingness. Not being jostled or squeezed as I walk or move. It’s a very liberating sensation.”

Daniel could feel his own cock growing hard as the dragontaur so casually talked about sex. It felt… strange. Something that Daniel never really considered doing before with anyone, especially someone he barely knew.

“It’s a thing that us taurs had discovered millennia ago, the ability to open up a rift to another dimension to make use. There are stories of many of my ancestors spending most of their time living in such a place, for it was unbound by any laws of physics or gravity, and our magic is even more potent and powerful there. The place where we could indulge in fantasies and interests that would be difficult, if not impossible in this world.”

“Like… sex stuff?” Daniel asked.

“Especially sex stuff,” Theodosius nodded, as he set the last package of cookies away. “There, that should do it.”

Daniel nodded as he closed the drawers of the pantry and cupboards, filled to the brim with food for both him and the dragontaur. Meat, veggies, snacks, drinks and much, much more: the menu of two bachelor roommates, one of whom happened to be a giant four-legged creature. Who had a giant cock and balls that were the size of wrecking balls.

“Is something wrong, Daniel?” Theodosius asked, cocking his head in confusion at the human, who had become rather quiet.

“Uh… no. No. Nothing,” Daniel replied, trying to push the thoughts of Theodosius and his mammoth junk from his head. “I just have to… uh… go… do something for a bit.”

“It’s because I’m talking about me and my species proclivities, isn’t it?” Theodosius asked, crossing his arms as Daniel was just outside of the kitchen.

Daniel gulped, pausing in the doorway. “Uh… maybe. A little bit.” He could feel his face turning red, and his cock throb even harder.

The dragontaur gave a small chuckle, as he slipped out of the kitchen. “And it might be my scent as well. In an enclosed space like this, the musk can build up. It can work as an aphrodisiac for other species.”

The human gave a small gasp and whimper as the dragontaur brushed against him and into the hallway, the grey scaled beast glancing over his elongated lower half. “You know, we are very open minded and liberated when it comes to such matters.” The dragontaur walked past, to his room, and opened the doors. “If you are curious, you only need to ask.”

And with that, Theodosus slipped into his room, or as slippery as a living earthquake machine can be. All twenty-five feet on his length walked through the double doors, his tail wrapping around one doorknob and pulling it closed, while the other door was closed with magic.

Daniel was left standing in the middle of the mansion, blinking as he finally snapped from it.

To say he was conflicted would be an understatement. Daniel knew very well that he was gay, a fact his parents, espeically his religious mother, never really accepted or acknowledged, and his father didn’t want to rock the boat, though he had made some non-commital statements of conditional support. But his grandmother, in the true Mackenzie manner, was open minded and accepting: she had been a scion of civil rights from furries and humans alike, a supporter of all people, genders, races and orientations. Daniel had a sneaking suspicion that is why the house was left to him and him alone, and not to his grandmother’s only son and daughter in law, much to her anger.

So, yeah, Daniel had gone out with a couple guys in the past few years, but he also had a fascination, one might say a fetish, for the larger, animalistic creatures on the planet, furries and taurs alike. His internet browser history was proof enough of that. He had many a fantasy of turning into one, or at least being in a relationship with someone. A cute twink fox, a powerfully built stallion, a quick and lean tiger.

A giant, well hung dragontaur.

The past three nights had been filled with such dreams or fantasies, idle day dreams or fevered nighttime imaginings, usually leading to a mess on his stomach and bed.

Theodosus had commented on his musk: maybe it was starting to fill the house, and making him even more desirable to Daniel?

And he had just invited Daniel to see him. To join him. To experiment.

To have sex.

Daniel pulled out his phone from his pocket, and glanced at the time. It was almost one in the afternoon. He had six or so hours before he had to go to work. Plenty of time to experiment, have fun, then clean up and go to work.

His cock throbbed in his pants, making a tent that was hard to ignore. At least one part of him gave an answer

And he couldn’t deny that he would like to: it wasn’t just the aphrodisiac musk that was telling him that, he was sure.

Before he realized it, Daniel’s hand was wrapped around the doorknob, but he stopped again before he turned it.

It was an open secret (or really, common knowledge) that furries, due to their size, power, abilities, increased libidos and even magic that they could be rather… extreme. Daniel had seen some of the pictures among even just furries: of cocks that were the size of an average human, the excessive semen that they produced, that many had rather “interesting” quirks and abilities.

And a taur would most likely be just as kinky and depraved in their fetishes, if not even more so.

Some humans have been hurt, ome very severely, when they had sex with a furry.

What would happen if he had sex with a taur?

Would he even survive?

Daniel’s dick throbbed again.

He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

And was hit in the senses by the very strong, very masculine, very potent musk of a dragontaur.

The room had been transformed in the short period of time that Theodosus had been here: large bookshelves had been set up all around the room, filled with large tomes that would fit in his oversized hands to be read. Piles of books were precariously set up all around the room, some open to certain pages and others propping other books up.

On one large table pushed up against a wall, a series of bottles were set up, with a variety of potions and liquids inside, along with scientific equipment that would be used to make more. There weren’t any ingredients, and nothing currently seemed to be being made, but what was there were in large bottles, perfectly sized for the dragon.

The massive doors and windows that pointed out to the backyard were covered in large red drapes that Daniel knew he didn’t own, but helped keep any possible casual viewers from seeing the dragontaur inside and what he was getting up to.

Theodosus was sprawled out on the pile of pillows and cushions that served as his bed, showing off his long belly to Daniel as he walked in, his wings folded behind him, still without the junk that he normally carried around. He was fiddling with a ring on his hand, a book being held up by magic as he read it, before glancing over, a smirk across his face.

“I had a feeling you would take me up on my offer,” the dragontaur said, one of his back legs stretching outwards and his tail swishing around, as the book he had been looking at was set down to join one of the many piles of books.

Daniel gave a nervous smile. “Well… I was always curious about, well… being with a furry. Or, well… a taur.”

Theodosus smirked, before waving his hand. Daniel felt his feet lifting off the ground. He looked around, to see that he was levitating in the air, in the middle of the old ballroom, the doors shutting behind him.

Then, with unseen hands and magic, Daniel’s clothes began to vanish: the shirt pulled off his head, the belt undone and jeans falling off, and the underwear last of all. He was fully exposed, every inch of his body exposed for the dragontaur to see, from the messy black hair on his head to his erect six inches . He was slowly spun around in the middle of the air, allowing his whole body to be looked over and admired by the dragontaur.

“Well, I will make sure your first time with a taur will be memorable,” Theodosius rumbled, as Daniel came closer to the dragontaur, who reached out and picked up Daniel from midair, and pulled him toward his mouth.

A pang of fear raced through Daniel as the dragontaur, his pearly white fangs exposed in a lustful grin, made him afraid he was going to be eaten.

But the dragon instead lifted Daniel up, until the human’s cock was brushing against the dragon’s lips. The long, powerful, dexterous, and slick tongue slipped out of Theodosius’ mouth, over Daniel’s six inch manhood, and tightly wrapping around it. Daniel shuddered, gasping and moaning as the tongue enveloped his dick, which then began to slide back and forth over his pole, the rough and sensual and saliva lubed tongue feeling amazing for him. It was like no other sensation that Daniel had felt before: being sucked off by a giant dragon was incomparable to being given or giving a blow job to a regular ol’ human guy.

Daniel grabbed hold of the hand, his knuckles turning white as he clutched on for dear life, moaning out loud as he was pleasured in ways he never knew was possible. His whole body was tensing up, his cock aching harder than ever before, his balls tingling as they were jostled and teased by the tip of the dragon tongue, his toes curling and muscles twitching.

It only took maybe a dozen slow, sensual and slick slides over the dragontaur’s tongue before Daniel, his moans growing louder and louder, turned into gasps, and he came. Each shot of his cum was a relief for the human, his seed splattering over the dragon’s tongue, several drops landing on Theodosius’ muzzle.

As the last few drops of his semen dripped from the mushroom tip of his cock, Daniel slumped forward, basking in the afterglow of such an amazing blowjob. Theodosus withdrew his tongue, slurping up the human’s seed into his mouth.

“A very interesting taste,” Theodosius remarked. “I quite like it.”

“T-thanks,” Daniel replied, panting as he was let go, hovering in the middle of the air.

The dragon cocked his head at the human, before summoning a bottle from the table, which he then took in his clawed hand, the dark blue liquid sloshing inside the clear glass.

“Here, take a drink of this,” Theodosius said, handing the large bottle that looked tiny in his hands, but was the size of three or four 2 liter bottles fused together.

“What is it?” Daniel asked, as he looked at the bottle.

“It will restore your stamina,” the dragon said. “You humans tire out pretty easy, so I just want to give you the boost you need.”

“W-why?”

Theodosius’ eyebrow went up. “You didn’t come here just to get blown by me, did you?”

Daniel could feel the blush returning. “Well… I don’t know, to be honest. I just… I don’t know. I guess I wanted… uh…”

“To see how big I can get? How much I can cum? What does it take to get a dragon off?” Theodosius asked.

“Y-yeah,” Daniel said, his face turning an even brighter shade of red.

Theodosius smirked, playing with the ring on his finger. “Well, then I’ll give you a front row seat. But take a drink first. Just a mouthful should be enough.”

Daniel nervously pulled off the cork lid, and tipping the bottle toward him, allowed some of the blue liquid, rather thick and viscous, to poor out and into his mouth.

He was half expecting some disgusting mixture, a taste that would make him recoil or nearly throw up… but it actually tasted really good. Like blueberries and cream, a rather delicious taste.

And instantly, Daniel could feel the tiredness be banished from him, energy fully restored, his body ready to go again. His cock stiffened and throbbed, drooling precum, instantly ready for round two.

“Wow, that’s better than any coffee I drank before,” Daniel said, putting the cork back onto the bottle.

Theodosius chuckled. “We dragontaurs have long since found the secrets of magic and nature to let our companions keep up with our own sex drive.”

Daniel was drifting through the air again, this time directed toward the dragontaur’s hind haunches.

Daniel was gently set down on, back pressed against the warm scales of the massive stomach, resting on the massive red cushions that felt incredibly soft and comfortable for him. The dragon’s body lifted and fell with each inhale, and the heartbeat that powered the massive creature was forceful and loud to the tiny human, making his whole body shake and tremble with each echoing rhythm.

“Ready?” Theodosus asked, his voice a rumble.

“Yes!” Daniel said, his whole body vibrating as if he had just had five energy drinks.

“Then here we go.”

The dragontaur pulled the ring off his finger, and then let out a loud bellowing moan that made the whole house shake and his body tremble

Daniel looked up, concerned for the dragontaur’s health (and his own, if the giant suddenly rolled over in pain), but he was soon interrupted by a massive weight landing on his lap.

Theodosius’ grey covered shaft, five feet long and almost as wide, pinning him to the ground, followed by two giant orbs, each almost the size of a fridge, sloshing heavily, gurgling loudly...

“Holy fuck, you grew!” Daniel exclaimed, his eyes wide, and his own cock now throbbed and ached against the dragon’s sheath.

“Mmmm, yeah…” Theodosius moaned, as he tried to shuffle his body to let his bloated testes more room. “If we… don’t get off… ohhh… several times a day, we can get… umph, really pent up! Our extended trip to the store really amped up - fuck, they are heavy - my production.

“So if… ohh fuck… if you want to start rubbing me or something, that would be… oh, shit… great!”

Daniel didn’t need another invitation, quickly reaching up and groping and rubbing and stroking every inch of the grey scaled sheathe on top of him. He slithered and slid up from where he was pinned, until soon he was laid sprawled on the top of the dragon’s sheathe, still rubbing and stroking, and now even grinding his own, much smaller cock against the massive draconic package.

And soon Daniel was rewarded with the tip of the dragon’s ebony black cock poking out of the sheathe, a triangular tapered tip, followed by the shaft: large ridges slipping past the tip of the sheathe, each one making Theodosius rumble and moan.

Then a second tip, just underneath the first, also slipped out.

“Y-you have two cocks?” Daniel remarked, eyes wide in surprise.

“Oh yeah,” Theodosius rumbled. “Usually can just do it with one, but sometimes if you are pent up enough, or really, really horny, a second one will come along. I think this is one of those times.”

Inch after inch of rigid and ridge lined black cock came out, feet of rock hard dragon penis: Daniel would have been able to lay on one, but wouldn’t be able to wrap his arm around the huge shaft and touch his fingers on the bottom. In fact, Daniel would have needed a clone on the bottom side in order to at least touch fingers and encircle the whole girth.

But the cock still kept coming out, until around the twelve foot mark, the tips of both cocks now past Theodosius’ front legs there seemed to be a pause in the growth, followed by a moan and rumble, and soon the base of the cock seemed to grow outwards. Daniel, still rubbing with untiring arms and frotting with his own cock, watched in amazement as the already massive dong grew even larger: large, canine-esque knots began to form and bloat larger on either side, bulbous protrusions that made the already gigantic cock even thicker and longer: now it would take three Daniels to wrap around the base of the cock, which now was as long as Theodosius’ was tall.

And there were two of them.

Daniel wasted no time, and climbed over the mountainous knot, and over to the long shaft, with at least five massive ridges that encircled the girth of the shaft, spaced evenly from the tip down to the knot: they still felt somewhat soft and fleshy to the touch, but were still hard, really able to stimulate whoever was luck enough to be fucked by such a huge cock.

The human, his mind flooded by the musk and sex drive boosted by the potion, began to rub and lick and kiss all along the cocks that were almost three times his size, still rubbing his own cock against the dragon’s until he came again, shooting a load the equal, if not even a bit bigger, than the first climax he reached this afternoon. But he was still hard even as his orgasm died down, and he just continued to frot some more, focusing his attention on one of the ridges in particular.

Theodosius, rumbling and moaning as he was serviced by the tiny human, decided to thank Daniel for his attention to his own cock. He used his magic to spin the blissful Daniel around, still worshipping the massive black cock, and the dragon bent down, grabbing the human’s ass, and using his tongue to rim the human.

Daniel had never experienced that before in his life, and the sensation of the massive tongue playing with his ass was too much, and he cried out as he came a third time, this orgasm even larger than before. The dragon continued to lick and slurp at Daniel’s butt as Daniel maasturbated and massaged the massive throbbing cock under him, even pushing the tip of his tongue into the human’s anal passage experiementally, and resulting in Daniel cumming again, moments after the previous orgasm had ended.

One thing about being a fifteen foot tall, thirty foot long, dual cocked, over sexed dragontaur was that it really didn’t take much to get him off, at least proportionally. If Theodosius had been with another taur, or with a couple furries, or an orgy’s worth of humans, it wouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes before he would have been blowing his load, splattering the room and everyone in it in a tidal wave of cum… and then be ready to go again minutes later. After all, dragontaurs were the quintessential “breeding machine,” that not even the best stallion or bull could hope to rival amongst their herds.

But with only one human, and a rather new and inexperienced human at that, it was taking longer to get off, much to the dragon’s increasing exasperation. He could feel his balls swelling even larger, as they begged to be released, to let out their gargantuan loads. Even as he ticked slowly, so agonizingly slowly toward climax with the help of Daniel, his own cum factories were producing more and more, which made it crazier, more intense… more desperate.

Theodosius couldn’t wait any longer, panting and throbbing and moaning as his balls now resembled two compact cars.

He summoned his magic, wrapping around the blissfully unaware Daniel, and with next to no warning, began to use the human as a masturbation aid, while more unseen hands stroked his second cock, while he played with the heads of both of his black crotch cannons with his own hands.

Daniel was forced against the massive pillar of dragon meat, moaning and groaning as his small, weak human body was rubbed up and down, over and under, a cock bigger than he was, by a magic that was so beyond his comprehension and control. All the while, he was driven to the heights of ecstasy and lust, the twin sensations of his body being pushed against the massive shaft and dragging his body and own much smaller penis against the gargantuan dong, and the mind numbing, libido enhancing and addicting musk of the dragontaur’s mere presence. He came a fourth, a fifth, a sixth time, until he long since stopped trying to count, each orgasm seemingly seamlessly blending together.

Then he felt the ridged and flared cock under him began to throb and pulse even more, Theodosius’ magical jacking off growing faster and more intense, the dragon breathing heavier, the balls gurgling and churning even louder and louder.

Then, with a roar that rattled the whole ancient mansion, he came.

The first shot was like two geysers at Yellowstone, pure streams of steamy hot dragon spunk, arching from the tips of both of his black cocks and landing with a heavy, wet, lewd splat on the floor, knocking over his books, cracking the old wooden panelling.

The second shot was even more powerful, adding another layer of potent dragontaur seed to the rapidly spreading puddle that the very appropriately named ballroom was turning into. The dragon thrashed and groaned, knocking Daniel off his perch and onto the now cum soaked cushions and pillows, as his twin artillery pieces continued shooting: soon one went out of sync with the other, so first one, then the other, would shoot the next strand, adding more gallons of semen to the room.

Daniel could only watch in stunned amazement as the dragon, so pent up, continued to cum for what seemed like hours. The bloated balls that would have made walking such a pain before began to shrink, returning to a smaller, if still massive, size.

The human was soon soaked head to foot, coated and marked, by the sheer insane volume of cum that came out of the dragontaur, an ocean of thick, viscous, potent and virile sperm and seed.

But as his twin pipe’s flood dwindled to a trickle, Theodosius seemed to return to his senses, panting, regaining his bearings. He glanced down, to see Daniel sprawled out in the middle of the white ocean. He gave a small chuckle, then lifted the human up with his magic, and not resisting the chance to play with the human’s frail and sensitive body once again.

“So, how was your first time with a taur?” Theodosius asked.

“I… I… it was amazing!” Daniel moaned, shuddering as he came again from the enchanted fondling and groping. “I didn’t realize it would be so crazy and intense.”

Theodosius chuckled, as he glanced down to see his cocks, having expelled hundreds of gallons of pent up cum, were still hard, and ready to go again.

“Oh, you thought that was crazy?” the dragontaur said, bending down, and pushing his muzzle against the human’s face, before licking the cum from his cheek. “You haven’t seen anything yet…”