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How long had it been? He wasn't sure anymore. He'd been in his new form long enough that he couldn't even remember what his original body had looked like, or even what species he'd been. The only thing he could remember was that taking on a new form had been his decision; that he'd done it willingly, though why was a question he'd long since stopped asking. He was sure he'd known the answer, once, but in truth it no longer mattered. What was passed was passed, and he no longer cared who or what he'd been before. He knew who he was now; that was what mattered.

And right now, he had problems.

Necrotes shouldn't have been surprised when the soldiers showed up. The kingdom's army was famous for its dragon-mounted cavalry, and it was about that time of year for them to go out and gather mounts for the new recruits. But what had been a surprise was when they decided to take him as well. He wasn't quite sure how he should be feeling about that - flattered that they had thought he so impressive they wanted to claim him, impressed that they had actually been brave enough to try, or pissed off that he'd lost to their sheer numbers and bullheaded stubbornness. And so he was left feeling all three. Not really problem for someone like him.

Unlike the other dragons that had been bred and raised to serve as mounts for the cavalry, Necrotes was wild, unbroken. But even more than that, he was a hydra. Clearly a creature born of magic, not nature, he'd rarely seen another creature like himself in the wild, though it had happened on occasion. Pale blue-grey scales ran down his necks, over his belly and down the underside of his tail, the rest of his body a deep, shining black. Just like a typical dragon, he had four thick legs ending in sharp claws. His tail split in two towards the end, marked by fins on the end and on each side near the base. The spiked ridges that ran down his back and along his tail gave off a pale blue light, a glow matched by the acid green of his eyes, a clear sign of his magical nature.

But Necrotes' most distinguishing feature was his head. Or rather, his heads. As a hydra Necrotes had not one head, but three, each one on the end of a long, snake-like neck. And while Necrotes most often acted as a single unit, each of his heads possessed their own personality. While they certainly could and did act in unison for the welfare of their collective shelf, there were times when having three so very different personas within a single form had led to trouble, as group efforts gave way to bickering like that of siblings.

The right head was called Sly. His was a bit of a troublemaker, with a passion for pranks and practical jokes that had more than once gotten Necrotes into trouble. Though not nearly as much as his passion for sticking their dick into anyone that would let them. Unless he was pranking someone, Sly tended to think more with their penis than with his brain.

Aggro, the left head, held most of Necrotes aggression and fighting instinct. An assertive and dominant personality, Aggro would go for what he wanted with equal drive, whether that was someone to fight or someone to fuck. More than either of the others, Aggro especially loved pinning someone beneath him and fucking them stupid. Unfortunately, his tendency towards fighting had gotten them in more than their share of scrapes, and they hadn't gotten away from all of them unscathed. With was made obvious when looking at the center head.

Confidence maintained a balance between the other personalities. Brave and caring, he also had a bit of a submissive streak, which meant that at times he had trouble keeping the impulses of the other two in check. But after one of Sly's pranks went wrong and Aggro insisted on fighting rather than fleeing, Confidence had been injured, and now bore a long scar scratching across his right eye and down his face to the base of his muzzle. He hadn't lost his eye, and the injury had healed, but it served as a constant reminder for the other two what could happen if they went too far. So while they still argue and disagreed often and on many points, Sly and Aggro would usually listen to Confidence in most situations, if reluctantly.

Unfortunately, even a unified front hadn't been enough to stop Necrotes from being taken by the cavalry for use as one of their mounts. When it became clear that he wouldn't be able to escape them, he had been trained as a mount. And it had gone well; he understood everything that was expected of him as part of the cavalry. But there was one area where he was still causing trouble.

Necrotes refused to allow any of the soldiers to ride him.

He hadn't done any of them any lasting damage, but he'd made it clear that while he'd accepted that he was stuck there, he certainly was not going to make it pleasant having him around when he didn't want to be. The soldiers that had been responsible for bringing him in got the most violent responses, courtesy of Aggro, who absolutely refused to allow any of them near enough to even attempt to mount him. The cockier soldiers who did at least manage to get into the saddle - none of them directly involved in his capture, luckily for them - found themselves at Sly's mercy, who quickly showed them what he thought of the uppity little bastards with a few tricks of his own. The injuries to their pride might heal, with time. Or at least until one of them tried again, and Sly decided to put him in his place.

And so it continued, until the soldiers had finally started to realize that they weren't going to be able to force the hydra to accept a rider unless he decided to allow it. So they decided that, if they couldn't use him as a mount, they could at least use him for some entertainment. Which led to the cavalry's little 'hazing ritual'. Every time a new batch of recruits would join up, the veterans would choose the most prideful or talented among them, and force him to attempt to make Necrotes his mount. And through he hated that he was doing as the soldiers wanted, these recruits were always every bit as conceded and arrogant as the soldiers that had captured him, and the hydra had quickly shown that no, they would not be partnered with him if he had any say about it.

But all of that started to change when the fox arrived.

He was a skinny thing; not weak by any means, but nowhere near the muscled brutes that seemed to make up the majority of the cavalry's forces. His fur was a brilliant russet, save for the brown gloves covering his forearms and feet. His tail was tipped with white, like he'd dipped it in paint, and his ears were a subtle black.

Like many of the new recruits, he'd arrived wearing simple leather armor - a bit battered but well made, holding up despite the obvious wear and tear. He had a simple traveler's pack slung over one shoulder, and a quiver over the other. That was the thing that made him stand out most from the others. Unlike his armor, the bow was in pristine condition, clearly well cared for. Which made sense, in a way - a good archer might be able to get by with worn out armor, but without a reliable bow he was as good as dead, no matter how well protected he was. And if an archer planned to join the cavalry and fight from his mount, he'd have to be damn good to make that work.

Too bad the other soldiers didn't seem to see it that way.

"Damn, look at that scrawny little thing," said one of the soldiers to another, eyeing the fox with a look of disdain. "Must be slim pickings for recruits this time."

"The commander can't be serious, can he?" asked the other guard. "Look at that runt; he'd probably break in half the first time he falls off his mount."

"Like he could even get on one in the first place," scoffed the first soldier. "No way can a scrawny fox like him use a bow like that."

As they stood inside the gate, the recruits looked over at the stables, eyes wide in awe at the dragons waiting inside. It was clear some of them had never laid eyes on a dragon from so close before. Their looks of awe turned to ones of shock as the hydra's three heads snaked out to look at them, and they all jumped so hard they nearly cleared the ground when Aggro hissed at them, laughing at their reaction. But Confidence noticed another reaction that quickly got the attention of all three heads.

It was the fox. He had the same look of awe on his face as he looked at the hydra, not the confused or baffled look that the other recruits had been sporting. And when Aggro hissed, the fox didn't jump, or even really react. In fact he laughed along with Aggro at the fear of the other recruits before bowing respectfully in the hydra's direction.

The new recruits were greeted by the base commander and led to their barracks. They were given the night to get settled, and in the morning they would start their training with the cavalry, beginning with choosing a dragon mount. When the older soldiers were assigned to prepare some mounts for the rookies to choose from, the two soldiers who had been eyeing the fox earlier sported devilish grins as the placed saddles out for each of the mounts they'd decided were ready for a rider, before dropping the final saddle outside of Necrotes' stable.

The hydra's heads watched the laughing soldiers walk away, before looking down at the saddle and then to each other.

"I get the feeling those two are up to something," said Confidence.

"They can't really be stupid enough to try riding us again, can they?" asked Sly, grinning. "I would have thought they learned their lesson the last time."

"Of course they're that stupid," snapped Aggro. "Those fuckers think that just because they managed to catch us means they can do whatever they want with us. No respect at all. And they wonder why we won't do what they want."

"But did you see that fox before?" asked Confidence. "He seemed... different."

"Yeah, did you see how he laughed when Aggro scared them? I thought the others were going to wet themselves!" laughed Sly.

"But he didn't even flinch," said Aggro. "Even those experienced prickers are jumpy around us when they come in the stables."

"And he bowed to us," added Confidence. "And it wasn't because he was afraid of us. That might be the first time since we got stuck in this dump that somebody actually showed us any kind of respect."

"Kid must have quite the pair on him, not to be scared of us even a little," said Aggro.

"Quite the ass, too," said Sly, licking his lips. "I wouldn't mind getting some time alone with a cutie like him. Just imagine all the fun things we could do."

"I like the way you think, Sly," growled Aggro. "It's been way too long since we've gotten to have any real fun."

"If you too could stop thinking with our dick for a minute, I have an idea," said Confidence. "If things go well, we'll not only get to show up the soldiers again, but we might also get the chance for some special fun later."

Sly and Aggro looked from Confidence and then at each other. Honestly, they were a little shocked. It was rare for Confidence, the gentlest of the three, to suggest something that sounded so devious. Usually, he was the one keeping the other two from going too far. But if even Confidence was willing to raise a little hell, they certainly weren't about to try to stop him. Especially after Confidence told them his plan, which had all three heads grinning like fools.

"Oh, it's perfect!" said Sly, sounding almost giddy. "Just think of how the soldiers will react!"

"Oh, I am," said Aggro, a pleased rumbling in his throat. "It's the perfect way to teach those fuckers who's really in charge of us around here."

"So, can I assume you two are on board with the plan?" asked Confidence.

Sly and Aggro replied in unison.

"Oh, yeah. We're in."

***************

Early the next morning, the new recruits were lined up in front of the stables.

"Good morning, men," said the base commander, a tiger whose muscles strained at his uniform. "You've been selected to join our esteemed unit. But we can hardly call you members of the cavalry until you've got a mount of your own. We have a new batch of dragons that have been trained up even longer than you have. They know how to follow orders. Now it's time for you to show me if you have what it takes to give them."

One by one, each of them was paired up with a dragon, led out of the stables by one of the veterans. Each of the recruits was then made to prep and mount their assigned dragon under the watchful eye of the commander, who was evaluating each of them as they went, making note of their strengths and areas where they needed improvement. Once their dragon was ready, each of them was made to run a short obstacle course around the training track that ran behind the stables, letting them test out how well they were able to ride. The dragons had proven they could run the course with little trouble under the command of the veterans, so this was designed to test the rookies ability to control and guide their new mounts. Until he knew they could ride properly, there was no way the commander could send these fresh face newbies into the field as proper soldiers.

Finally, it was the fox's turn. But when the hydra was led out of the stables, the other recruits hurriedly backed away as he came nearer. Necrotes turned all three of his heads to gaze over the gathered soldiers, before turning his attention to the fox. He bowed his head slightly to the hydra before picking up his saddle and walking forward. He made quick work of strapping it into place, though he had been worried about the spiked ridges running down the creature's back. As luck would have it, they were softer and far more flexible than they looked, the saddle easily fitting over them as it was tightened into place.

The other soldiers couldn't be the smirks off their faces as they watched the fox climb up into the saddle. Getting a saddle on the hydra wasn't the hard part. The hard part was what came after, and they were looking forward to seeing him get humiliated after the black-scaled beast tossed him on his ass.

As he settled into place, the fox grabbed the reins, which were little more than handles to the straps around the base of each neck. They'd help him stay on, but wouldn't offer much in the way of control. If the hydra didn't want to follow his instructions, there wouldn't be much he could do about it.

Necrotes heads turned to look back at him as he gently ran a hand over each neck, scratching them gently.

"Name's Jon," he said, looking at each of the heads in turn. "Looks like we're going to be partners from now on, if that's alright with you. I've heard the others talking about you, and I know about some of the stunts you've pulled. It's pretty obvious you don't like to be controlled. So how about we work together instead, huh?"

Digging his heels gently into the hydra's sides, Jon steered them over to the starting line for the obstacle course. Necrotes heads whipped around when he heard the other soldiers laughing.

"Bet you five silvers foxy there doesn't even make it halfway."

"Ha! You're on!"

From the way Jon's ears flicked, it was clear he'd heard it, too. But the fox didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip on the reins, acting as though he couldn't hear what they were saying. Confidence couldn't help but grin slightly to himself. Looked like he'd been right. This fox - no, Jon - had some spirit and fight to him, a lot more than was apparent at first glance. Necrotes turned his heads back to the track, eyes narrowing as he crouched down, getting ready.

The commander gave a shot, and Jon dug in his heels as Necrotes took off, moving down the track with astonishing speed. The first obstacle came quickly, a slalom between stakes that Necrotes navigated with ease. The second obstacle was a series of fences for him to leap over, testing the riders ability to stay in the saddle. This was a spot where the hydra had unseated several riders, both on purpose and through their own failures, but Jon stayed in place like he'd been riding all his life. Had either Necrotes or Jon looked back at the starting line, they would have seen the soldiers had stopped laughing, staring in disbelief at how well the fox seemed to be handling the hydra that had given them all so much trouble.

The final obstacle was a series of platforms suspended above a pool of water, each one tilted at an angle and set progressively further apart, meaning that the rider would have to remain in the saddle as the dragon leapt from platform to platform fast enough not to slide down into the water. Several of the recruits had failed at this stage, either from losing their balance and falling in, losing their nerve and stopping their mount short, or trying to slow their dragon down and causing them both to go for a swim.

But Jon did none of these. If anything, he dug his heels in, pushing Necrotes to move even faster. The hydra leapt across the platforms, three sets of eyes making it easy to keep track of the best way through the obstacle. But even more impressive than how easily Necrotes had maneuvered was how Jon had kept his balance, shifting in the saddle to keep himself upright as the hydra moved, allowing him to keep his own balance without throwing off the hydra's.

Landing the final jump, Necrotes raced towards the finish line, crossing it and skidding to a stop in a cloud of dust that cleared to reveal Jon still firmly in his saddle, and other soldiers' jaws practically on the ground. Except for the commander. The old tiger just grinned, shaking his head and turning to the gathered recruits, some of whom were still dripping wet from their own failed attempts at running the course.

"And that, gentlemen, is what a real rider looks like." He turned back to Jon. "Well done, recruit. It's been quite a while since I've had new meat that showed such promise. Hopefully you'll bring the same level of drive to everything you do here."

"I will, commander," said Jon, sitting up a little straighter in the saddle at the commander's praise. "You have my word."

As the commander left, Jon scratched over each of the hydra's necks again, all three of them turning to look at him.

"Thank you," said Jon. "I know it can't have been easy putting your trust in me after being stuck around those assholes for so long. What say we work together to prove them wrong? About both of us."

Confidence, Sly, and Aggro looked at each other, then back at Jon, blinking slowly and bowing their heads the tiniest bit. The fox had shown he was tougher than he seemed, and they'd managed to put the other soldiers doubly in their places. Not only had a rookie succeeded where they had failed, but that rookie was the brawny little fox they'd been talking shit about since the moment he arrived.

The looks of shame and embarrassment on their faces was like a drug for Aggro and Sly; even Confidence couldn't help but be pleased with how things had turned out so far. Part one of his plan was complete. Now they'd just have to wait and see when the first opportunity for the next phase would present itself.

*************

As luck would have it, Necrotes didn't have to wait long before getting his chance. About two weeks later, the commander and some of the other officers took the new recruits out to begin teaching them the patrol routes through the nearby forest. The mountainous area was thickly wooded, and though the trails and roads were clearly marked, they would need to be able to find their way around even through the forest itself.

The group had been about halfway through their patrol when the storm hit. The sunny day quickly gave way to gusting winds and torrential rain, turning the roads into seas of thick, muddy water. The commander had ordered them back to the base as the storm worsened, the thunder threatening to drown out his voice as lightning lit the sky.

It was just as they were starting across the river that it happened. The storm must have triggered a mudslide in the mountains upriver, as without warning a wall of muddy, debris-filled water surged down river, completely obliterating the bridge and sweeping it away. No one was injured, but Jon and Necrotes, who had been bringing up the rear, were stranded on the opposite bank of the river. Normally, the hydra would have been able to easily swim across, but the raging floodwaters made it far to treacherous, especially while he was carrying the fox.

Knowing they had no choice but to wait until after the storm had passed to try to cross the river, Jon doubled back, leading them to a cave the commander had shown them earlier that day. It was one of the rest points along the patrol route, a large cave stocked with supplies and plenty of firewood. The large overhang outside also kept it reasonably dry, providing the pair some welcome relief from the rain.

Removing the hydra's saddle and setting it to one side so it could dry, Jon built up a large fire near the mouth of the cave, the warmth and light a welcome change from the deluge outside. Grabbing an empty spear rack from the storehouse set in the back of the cave, Jon turned it into a makeshift laundry pole, quickly stripping out of his clothes and wringing them out before tossing them up to dry in the heat from the fire.

Necrotes, who didn't seem to be all that bothered with his wet scales or the fox's nudity, curled up around one side of the fire and appeared to drift off to sleep. Jon, meanwhile, shook as much water out of his fur as possible before settling down in front of the fire, leaning back against one of the logs that had been cut and dragged into the cave as makeshift benches.

Jon sighed as the heat of the fire washed over him, drying his fur and warming him up considerably. Between the warm fire and the sounds of the rain on the rocks outside, it was actually quite peaceful. Though to be honest, Jon would have been a little happier if one of the other recruits had gotten stuck with him. At least then there would be somebody around to talk to. And maybe more than talk to, with a little luck. He'd noticed most of the recruits - and a few of the veterans as well - eyeing his body when they'd gone to bathe. Though some would describe him as scrawny, once he'd stripped away his clothes it was clear the fox was actually quite lithe, and far stronger than he looked. His russet fur was beautiful and well maintained, and the snowy white that ran from under his muzzle, down his chest and belly to between ween his legs highlighted the definition of his muscles. Though the main focus of their stares had been the fox's firm ass, and the white-furred sheath and balls between his legs, which were a respectable size, possibly even a bit more than average for a fox like him.

Not that Jon had minded. He'd certainly been enjoying getting an eyeful himself. And watching another male pop a boner from seeing him naked certainly didn't hurt his self-esteem. But he hadn't gotten to feel another guy under him, or inside him, since arriving at the base. It wasn't that he couldn't, but more that an opportunity had yet to present itself to get him what he craved. And as he felt a stirring in his sheath, his vulpine cock sliding out to stand in the air at the thought of those wet, naked bodies, Jon knew he was going to have to do something about it. Looking over at Necrotes, the hydra appeared to be fast asleep. Leaning back, Jon moaned softly to himself as his fingers wrapped around his cock and he start to stroke himself, thinking back to the last time he'd really gotten to enjoy himself with someone else.

*************

It was the night before he'd arrived at the base. Jon had stopped at an inn in the nearby town, taking the opportunity to relax in the tavern after his journey. Jon had just started working his way through his dinner and his second pint when he spotted him. The rabbit was adorable, with brown fur and pale green eyes, and a fluffy puffball of a tail over one of the best asses Jon had ever seen. All rabbits had strong legs, and that tended to lend itself to some choice rears, much like the one currently highlighted by the bunny's pants.

The rabbit ordered some food from the man behind the bar, but when he looked around the room, every table was packed with people. Noticing the boy's dilemma, Jon waved him over, offering him a seat at his table, which had the rabbit's ears perking up at his offer. Settling into a seat, the fox had offered his hand, which the rabbit happily shook.

"Name's Jon. Nice to meet you."

"Will. The pleasure's all mine," said the rabbit, returning the handshake. "Don't think I've seen you around here before. You new in town?"

"You could say that," said Jon. "I've signed on with the cavalry stationed just outside of town."

The pair talked as they ate, sharing stories about their lives. Will was a local boy, an apprentice to the baker. He'd been finishing up his last delivery of the day, bringing some fresh bread to the tavern owner's wife. As they finished the last of their food and ale, Jon found himself to be pleasantly full and relaxed, save for a growing firmness in his pants. The young rabbit was rather attractive, and Jon was hoping for some private time with him. He'd been about to raise the subject when Will spoke up.

"You know, this might be the nicest night I've had in a while. You make some pretty nice company, Jon. Hopefully I'll get to see more of you at the base when I make my deliveries."

Jon hoped the rabbit was implying what he thought he was. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he said. "You know, the night's still young. Why wait? If you like, we can go up to my room and you can see more of me right now. I know I'd certainly like to see more of you, if you catch my meaning."

As luck would have it, Will was more than willing to accompany Jon up to his room. This was made even more evident by the growing bulge in the bunny's pants when he stood up and took Jon's hand, following the fox up the stairs and down the corridor into the fox's room. As soon as the door was shut, he was pinned to it was Jon pressed up against him, kissing the rabbit deeply and pushing his tongue into his mouth, their hands running over each other as Will returned the kiss with a needy groan.

Jon quickly undid the other male's belt, shucking off the bunny's pants to reveal a delicious looking pink erection throbbing in time with Will's heartbeat. And he was delicious, the fox quickly swallowing the bunny's length down to the root, his lips kissing Will's sheath as he start to bob up and down on that tasty length of rabbit, holding Will's wrists down by his sides as the brown-furred boy moaned and humped into the warm, wet suction of the fox's muzzle. Pulling off briefly, Jon stuck two of his fingers into his mouth, slicking them up before slipping between Will's legs and pressing into his tailhole, holding both wrists with his other hand as he went back to sucking the rabbit's cock, working his fingers into a tailhole that was tight, but clearly not that of a virgin. It didn't take much longer with this treatment before Will threw his head back and cried out as he came, filling the fox's mouth with his cum and squeezing down on his fingers.

Jon stood up, pulling Will's shirt and leaving him completely naked before kissing him once again, letting the rabbit get a taste of his own cum before moving them to the middle of the room and getting Will down on his knees, kicking off his own pants, his proud fox-cock bouncing free before quickly being surrounded by the bunny's eager mouth while Jon removed his shirt. Jon rested his hands on Will's head, gently stroking his ears as the bunny worked on his cock, reaching around to fondle the fox's ass and move him in time with Will's sucking, making the fox hump his face as his lips pressed against Jon's growing knot. Jon started moving his hips to help him out, loving the feeling of his tip pressing into the back of the other male's throat when he thrust forward to meet him.

Jon didn't last as long as he would have liked, but Will was cute and eager and the fox was very worked up. Will swilled every drop when Jon came, his cheeks bulging from the size of his load. And while the blowjob may not have lasted too long, that was okay with Jon. Now that he'd worked off some tension, the real fun could last even longer. And if the renewed erection between Will's legs was any indication - not to mention the way he'd squealed when the fox had been fingering his ass - the rabbit likely wasn't going to complain.

Moving them over to the bed, Jon bent Will over, pulling the rabbit arms above his head and holding them their as he ground his cock between the bunny's cheeks, smiling at how the other boy squealed and squirmed at the feeling of a hot fox cock rubbing under his tail. Will was clearly a male who liked his partners to be a bit more dominant, and that was a kink the fox was all too happy to provide this cute prey-boy.

Lining himself up, Jon thrust down, spreading Will's tailhole open as he sank into the rabbit's tight, warm ass until their balls slapped together, the full, deep stretch forcing a moan from the rabbit. A moan echoed by the fox as that firm rump clenched down on him, giving him a nice squeeze that drove him to start humping, getting faster and harder until the bunny's bottom was bouncing on the edge of the bed with every thrust, the brown-furred male squealing and moaning in pleasure as Jon claimed him. That thick fox-cock spread him open good and deep and wide, pummeling his prostate every time it sank into him, forcing a near continuous stream of pre from Will's cock.

Will couldn't withstand the assault on his prostate for much longer, and with a loud moan, he came again, leaving strings of white over the floor and the side of the bed. But Jon wasn't done with him yet. Pulling out, the fox climbed onto the bed and pulled the rabbit up with him, getting Will in position over him before pulling him down, bouncing the rabbit in his lap as Jon laid back, watching the cute expressions on the bunny's face as he came completely undone. The feeling of riding a big, hard fox-cock in this new position was keeping Will hard, his head thrown back as he wailed in pleasure, his pink penis slapping against Jon's belly every time he was pulled down onto that wonderful vulpine dick.

Finally, with a cry of pleasure from each of them, Jon thrust up, pulling Will down extra hard until his knot popped into the rabbit's backside, the squealing bunny cumming once again, covering Jon's belly with his cum as the fox emptied his balls inside the rabbit. Still not done teasing his new bedmate, Jon spun Will around, both males gasping as this tugged on the fox's knot. Then he laid back and pulled Will down on top of him, hugging the bunny from behind and kissing him while grinding his dick into the rabbit's ass, running a paw across Will's belly as they enjoyed their shared afterglow and waited for the fox's knot to shrink so they could go again.

*************

That had been a fun night. Will had insatiable. Just the thought of that cute bunny bouncing in his lap again, combined with the memory of that night and the pleasure it brought, was enough to push Jon over the edge, his cum shooting out and streaking the floor of the cave. One powerful shot even landed in the fire. Jon licked his fingers clean, not minding the taste of his own spunk. After all, it was hardly the first or the last time he'd be tasting it. Leaning back once again, Jon opened his eyes to gaze at the fire.

And the three pairs of green, glowing eyes staring back at him.

But Jon wasn't sure what surprised him more. That the hydra had just watched him jerking off, or that when he climbed to his feet, it was obvious he'd enjoyed what he'd seen, made clear by the startlingly large length of pink dragon cock swinging between his legs.

*************

"See, what did I tell you," said Sly. "I knew once he was naked it was just a matter of time."

"And now that we're alone, there's nobody around to stop us," added Aggro.

"Which hopefully means Jon will be more receptive," said Confidence. "But we've got to be careful. We don't want to hurt him."

"Of course not," said Aggro. "Foxy has more guts than all the other soldiers put together."

"And an ass that won't quit," said Sly.

"An ass that I want to have again. So we have to make sure he enjoys this as much as we will," said Aggro.

"Then I think it would be best if I start things off," said Confidence. "That way he'll have more time to get used to this."

"And give your more time to enjoy putting out," said Sly, grinning.

He wasn't wrong. Among Necrotes' three heads, Confidence was the only bottom, and that meant he didn't get to enjoy getting topped nearly as often as he would have liked. But while the other two might keep him from getting it under the tail like he wanted, they had no problem with him sucking as much dick as he wanted (especially if it was their own). So neither Sly nor Aggro complained as they walked over to stand over Jon, using their front claws to spread his legs and pin them in place as Confidence lowered himself to fox's crotch and extended his tongue, licking from beneath Jon's balls all the way up to the tip of his cock. The feeling of that large, warm tongue on his dick silenced Jon's words of confusion and complaint, replacing them with loud moans of pleasure as Confidence sucked him into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the fox's penis and suckling on it gently but eagerly, the hydra rumbling in his chest at the taste of fresh cock on his tongue after far too long without.

The sounds coming from the fox were magnified by the cave, echoing off the walls as he moaned in pleasure, the warm tongue of the hydra playing with his cock, the difference in size between them letting Confidence's tongue tease him everywhere at once, stimulating every sensitive spot on Jon's dick, those black-scaled lips teasing at the vulpine's knot mercilessly. Thanks to the grip of the hydra's claws, Jon wasn't getting away. He could do little more than squirm in place as the hydra sucked him off, until he finally gave up on trying to get him to stop, his hands no longer trying to push Necrotes away as they instead came to rest on the top of Confidence's head as he bobbed up and down on Jon's cock.

But after such a recent orgasm, Jon's penis was extremely sensitive, and he was still pretty riled up from reliving his night with that tight assed bunny boy. And Confidence was very, very good at sucking dick. Far too soon for either of their liking, Jon came as Confidence took everything Jon had into his mouth, cock and sac and knot all at once, suckling and slurping over the fox's twitching privates like he was trying to swallow them whole. Though it wasn't as much as he would have liked given his recent orgasm, Confidence was still happy with the amount of warm fox cum Jon was able to feed him, murring as the flavor washed over his tongue. The taste of another male always got Confidence going, as he felt their cock throb and grow even harder beneath him.

Once Confidence had pulled his mouth off of Jon, it was Sly's turn. Watching another male get a blowjob always made him want one for himself, and if he knew Aggro, Jon was going to want to get them as slick as possible for what was coming later.

Grabbing Jon as gently as he could with his claws, Sly spun the fox around and stepped over him so that Jon was staring down the barrel of the hydra's impressive dick; thirteen inches of thick dragon cock, fleshy ridges running down the underside and a growing knot at the base. Jon wasn't immediately sure what the hydra wanted from him, but any doubts were quickly dispelled as Sly thrust his tip against Jon's lips, smearing his face with the hydra's pre.

Clearly he wanted Jon to return the favor. And given the grip on Necrotes still had on his legs, it seemed unlikely that he'd be allowed to move from this spot until he did as the hydra wanted. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Jon grabbed the large pink shaft with both hands to steady it before he started working his lips down that thick length, working his tongue as best he could given the limited space this left within his muzzle. But the hydra's sheer size meant that there was no way to the fox to take the whole thing in his mouth. So Jon did the best he could, swallowing as much of the hydra's dick as possible while working over the rest with his hands, massaging and stroking every inch he could reach.

All three heads moaned in pleasure as that warm little mouth surrounded their cock, the fox's strong hands pumping the rest of their length. While Aggro was a bit more vocal in his pleasure, talking to the fox even though he couldn't understand them, Sly had a different way of keeping himself occupied. He pulled Jon's legs up, bending the fox ever so slightly until his ass was pointed into the air without limiting his ability to suck on the hydra's cock. Jon's tail was waving in the air, his tight pink pucker visible between the cheeks of his ass, nestled in that downy white fur. This was Sly's target, and he was quick to attack it, burying his snout beneath the fox's tail and starting to lap and lick at Jon's pucker, getting him nice and slick for their next bit of fun.

Jon was surprised at the feeling of the hydra's tongue under his tail, but not as much as he might have otherwise been, given the situation. It was hardly the first time he'd had another male rimming him. What was new, however, was when the hydra's tongue, easily thicker than any cock Jon had ever taken before, forced it's way inside him, making the russet-furred male squeak around his mouthful of cock. A sound that quickly turned to moans of pleasure that vibrated up the hydra's cock as that warm, wet tongue began thrusting in and out of him, stretching him out and lubing him up all at the same time, practically fucking the fox on Sly's thick tongue.

Sly took his time with Jon, pumping in and out of the beautiful rump with his tongue, making the fox squeal and moan and gag around his dick as he thrust into the smaller male's face. The sight of another male, especially a smaller one, sucking on his cock always got Sly going, and soon he could feel his climax approaching. He worked over Jon's ass even more, licking at the fox's prostate, prodding and poking it with his tongue. Tickling over one last super sensitive spot, Jon came once again, his whole body shaking as he painted his chest and belly with his seed.

His loud moans (or at least they would have been if his mouth wasn't stuffed with hydra cock) shook Necrotes' dick, and when those furry foxy hands squeezed down on him, he couldn't take any more. With a roar from all three heads, Necrotes came, the sheer size of his load quickly proving to be too much for Jon. After managing to gulp down enough cum to qualify as its own meal, Sly pulled him away, and turned Jon in place until the fox was covered head to toe in the hydra's cum, his fur matted and dripping. Even after a thorough bath, it would take a while for the hydra's scent to leave his fur.

"That's it," said Aggro, grinning down at the cum-coated vulpine. "Now anyone with a nose will know who you belong to, my little cum drunk cutie. And now I'm going to make sure that you never forget who you belong to, either."

Picking Jon up in his claws, Aggro rolled over onto his back, his erection pointing up towards the ceiling like a spear. Thanks to Sly's effort, both males were now slick enough (and thanks to Jon's multiple orgasms, relaxed enough) for Aggro to get what he wanted. Necrotes tail curled upwards, the twin tips curling around Jon's legs, lifting and spreading them to reveal his slick, gaping pucker. Aggro lined the fox up, the pointed tip of his cock kissing against the smaller male's tailhole. Through his post-orgasm haze, Jon had just enough time to realize what was about to happen before Aggro started pulling him down, slowly increasing the pressure against his pucker until it gave way and the hydra slowly worked the fox down his cock.

Jon's loud moan turned to a surprised squeal as the biggest cock he'd ever taken crushed his prostate, the sheer intensity of the sensations he was feeling quickly overwhelming his senses. A feeling that grew even stronger as Aggro started to bounce the squirming fox on his cock, all three of the hydra's heads watching with amusement as Jon's cock bounced in the air with each thrust, the deep stretching and non-stop assault on his prostate meaning that there was no chance of him going soft any time soon.

Aggro was having a hell of a time. It had been way too long since he'd gotten to fuck someone, and even longer since he'd gotten to enjoy stuffing himself inside a male so much smaller than him. It was wonderful. The way Jon's ass squeezed down on him, getting even tighter when his thrusts rammed into the fox's prostate, making his whole body clench. He especially enjoyed the way Jon squealed as the ridges along the bottom of his cock teased his insides in the most wonderfully erotic of ways, especially whenever Aggro pulled out, the curve of his ridges making each one catch slightly on the fox's pucker, making him squeal and wriggle every time he felt one pop in or out of him.

It was more than Jon could take, and soon he was cumming once again, his head flopping around like a dolls as he bottomed out on Aggro's cock, cum splattering against both his and the hydra's bellies as he was made to ride Aggro, the cumming cock swinging through the air.

The fox's near constant state of orgasm was having an effect on Necrotes, too. That tight ass spasming around him and milking his penis just felt so damn good! Bouncing the thoroughly used up fox even harder and faster, Aggro thrust up to meet him, determined to get his knot inside that sexy little body before he came. It wasn't easy. The first time with a smaller male never was. But with one last mighty thrust of his hips, Aggro forced Jon down, his knot popping inside the fox's ass as Necrotes threw his heads back and roared, torrents of cum flooding the fox's backside and spilling out around Necrotes' knot, the sheer volume being too much for even the fleshy plug to keep inside him.

Now that he was completely exhausted and covered in cum both inside and out, Necrotes finally let Jon rest, the fox collapsing onto the hydra's belly, pulling a pleased rumble from the bigger male as the new position pulled on his tied cock in a wonderful way. While the other two heads worked on licking Jon clean - Confidence out of a desire to help their partner, and Sly for the sheer kinkiness of licking their combined loads of the cute fox - Aggro laid back and relaxed, watching the fox rise and fall with the hydra's breathing. Outside the cave, the storm didn't show any sign of slowing down. And that worked just fine for Necrotes.

"You better enjoy this rest while you can get, Jon," said Aggro, even though he knew the fox couldn't understand him, even if he had been awake. "Because once my knot goes down, I'm going to have these two clean you out, and then the fun gets to start all over again."

And once Aggro was able to pull himself free, he made good on his word. Wrapping Jon up in his tail, he lifted the fox up just in time for Sly to close his muzzle around his hips, legs kicking on either side of the hydra's head as Sly's tongue worked over Jon's sensitive cock and balls before slurping between his legs and over his pucker, then doing it all over again. The fox's cries of pleasure were quickly silenced as Confidence moved in to kiss him, all of them ready to enjoy as many hours of pleasure with their new ride as they could get.