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Gym Buddies

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH story commission written for Drackonthanri, Karrn, Blazing Aurora and Adagiodajiang

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Drackonthanri grunted, the muscled, grey and white scaled dragon re-racking the barbell as he lay back down on the bench, his chest rising and falling sharply from the exertion of lifting the weight. The bench press was a favourite of many who lifted weights, considering the frequent jokes that many made about "skipping leg day", but the drake didn't think like that. No... With large, dark grey to black wings that he kept carefully tucked in when he was lifting, the bulk of his base scales were white, but there were grey ones layered down his arms, legs and even the top side of his feet like a kind of armour. A similar grey cross dipped across his chest, from his pecs to his hips, but the yellow crystal at the centre of his chest and the cross was hidden by his gym shirt and shorts. Not that Drackonthanri was at all opposed to working out in less. He'd just not gotten to that part, considering all that was permitted in that gym...

His toes curled and flexed, though he took care to not scrape his black claws through the matting, which was of a standard thick enough for dropping weights on it from overhead, when needed. He hadn't seen anyone taking up the floor space for Olympic lifting in some time, but was pleased with the service permitted there.

Still... He did attract attention at his size and another dragon was otherwise engaged in admiring his form, rather than focusing on his own workout, where he had been conveniently poised on the standing leg curl machine. The feel of the padded roller running up and down the back of Karrn's leg as he controlled it, though it felt like it moved further than it did with the strain in his hamstrings burning through, was soothing, as much as it pressed on sore muscles. He'd popped into one of the racks earlier to do calf raises, though the dragon who was bigger and more muscular than him had caught his eye.

With his white horns and the stranger protrusion of scales around them, giving a light appearance of hair, but that was not so, he would have been a little taller than Karrn and the blue drake smirked faintly, shifting his weight back and forth. He'd been to the gym a few times before but mostly at the quiet times so that he could exercise without getting distracted - they even had a new wing machine that allowed him to strengthen them for flying too, which was pretty neat to have. When there were others around and lusts were rising in the tangle of sweaty bodies, hm... Karrn wasn't all that sure that he would have gotten what he wanted out of his exercise sessions.

Chunky, spine-like scales lined the back of Karrn's neck, though the quieter drake didn't know how to approach the object of his attention, already noticing that there were others too in the main room set out with racks and machines who had taken notice of the big dragon. He likely wouldn't get in but, well...maybe he could still enjoy watching?

His eyes brushed those of a white fox, slim and lean, the kind who could have been said to have a swimmer's body, perhaps, all lean muscle and function. Sandor shook his head, trying to focus, but he had been just trying to walk through the main lifting room when his attention had been swayed. There were so many in there and the fox had only come in to get a drink of water, for the other water fountain was broken at that time, spending most of his time on the cardio machines, whatever took his fancy on that particular day. When he was doing LARP, it helped to have some level of fitness when his group was a particularly active one (yes, that had surprised even him!). But he had not realised that there was more going on in the gym before, thinking that those that he had caught and walked in on in the locker rooms and in darker corners were just sneaking around. Not that taking out more carnal, kinky pleasures could be allowed in the gym too...

That changed everything, the fox's sheath plumping out slightly as his shaft tried to make itself known, though he still squirmed in place. Was it bad to get a hard-on looking at that big dragon? He would have dwarfed him, easily, and, even then, Sandor wondered just how it would feel to be pressed up against his thick, studly body, that huge chest. And his wingspan! When the dragon stretched them out, they easily took up the span of three racks, though, to the fox's dismay, the dragon did not leave them out like that for very long.

But he did drag his shirt off, unhooking it from his wings with a grace and ease that surprised Sandor. And that exposed his chest to the fox, licking his lips, drinking in the sight, slipping more and more as a little more of his cock eased out softly from his sheath.

Karrn raised an eyebrow, his arousal obvious as he leaned back against the wall, though there was only a small bulge in his gym shorts so far. Even though he had gone shirtless in there that day, his shaft most often was tucked away in a slit at his crotch, holding his balls internally, which he, frankly, thought was quite convenient. He didn't often have to worry about the fit of clothing around his crotch because of it, but it did seem more obvious than ever when his pink shaft was sliding out, a hard-on rising in his shorts.

No underwear, of course. But what Karrn had not expected was for the big dragon to rise from the bench, take off his shirt and approach him. A horse moved by in the corner of Karrn's eye - the kind of stud too that the dragon would have been interested in if times had been a little different - but the dragon couldn't pay him the attention he would have otherwise. Not as the dragon smirked and approached with a long, rolling, languid gait, covering the ground between them so easily that he seemed much larger than he was.

"Hey," Drackonthanri rumbled, flaring his wings out a little, to show the spread of them, as he leaned in and put his hand casually up on the wall above Karrn's head. "Name's Drackonthanri... But you're not interested in that, are you?"

He smirked lightly, though there was no wickedness or malice in his gaze, just lust, rising arousal as the thick bulge in his shorts, which were the only thing left on his body besides his underwear within, grew larger and larger. There was a surprise in there, one that he didn't often let out in public, but, well...the time seemed right. And no one there seemed all that interested in lifting that day anyway, a fox already watching him while a bay stallion slipped in close to him.

Maybe chest day is done for now...

"You seem to be enjoying the show... Or what those two are getting started, at least."

Sandor gulped and blushed, the white fox grateful, at least, that the pressure of the horse up behind him stopped him from jumping too much. He was not often one to be startled, but he had simply been so focused on the dragons getting together in front of him that, well, he had been a little too focused on things.

But the horse... Sandor grinned faintly and shook his head.

"Aethon, you know you shouldn't sneak up on me like that..."

The stallion grinned, a stretched white diamond on his forehead, coming down so far between his eyes that it could have been considered a blaze. Sure, he liked teasing Sandor, though their relationship had, so far, been restricted to the gym and a few little sneaky flings in the car and around the back of the locker room. Although Aethon would never have considered himself shy at all, there at the gym to fuck, to work out, to socialise and anything else that he pleased, sometimes he had to be a little more careful of those around him.

He wouldn't have been so careful, back in the day. But even a horse like him had to grow and change, as times did.

The stallion stroked the fox's muzzle gently, trailing his finger, with the rougher, chunkier nail with a hoof-like texture, down the sensitive edge of his muzzle, pulling his lips back from his teeth. Sandor whimpered, eyes darting back and forth, clearly checking out those around them. A lot had paused their workouts to watch the show, others getting on with it, though there was no telling for just how long that would work for them.

"Hey, it's alright," Aethon soothed, a hand resting casually on the fox's hip, pulling his crotch up against the stallion's. "Take what you want, take your time... Or maybe it would be better for you if you didn't have to think too much?"

Sandor gulped, glancing over to where the big dragon had pulled out a bench and had laid Karrn (another dragon who he had said hi to in passing, though their inclinations were too similar for them to enjoy more than a little quiet time together) down on his back on it.

"Yeah... Yeah, I don't want to think, Aethon," Sandor said, surprised by how much his voice came out in a whimper. I trust you... This is just a lot in public."

"They're all just thinking that they want to fuck a little snack like you, don't worry," the horse said confidently, so much so that Sandor felt himself getting caught up in it and swept away, pulled by the dominant confidence of the horse who didn't seem bothered at all, not by anything. "They want to fuck you, they want to fuck me, they just want to fuck. Some will, some won't. We're just lucky we get this place."

And that was how Sandor allowed his trust in the horse to grow and grow, a resistance band looped through itself to tighten and bind his wrists, though it was short enough that pressure was given on the band when the other, wider, end was looped over his head and neck. It raised tension on the front of his throat and Sandor could not help but whimper and wriggle back and forth, ever so slightly, testing the resistance.

"Oh..."

His eyes were free to fix on the dragons as the bigger white and grey one slid his shorts down - and out sprang not one cock but two! And two pairs of balls too, one for each dick, the fox's jaw dropping. There was a hint of a bulge at the base, where the knots lay, but they would not swell fully until that delicious point of orgasm, which Drackonthanri was more than eager to wait for. Even though he was not tightly bound and could have wriggled his way out of the rubber resistance band if he wanted to, it helped to be bound like that, to feel that he was in the control of another. Aethon, of course, had more in mind, but it was a good start as he fetched another length of rope, something that might have been used with the hanging rings (Sandor hadn't tried those out yet) when they were suspended from the ceiling or even the racks.

It was slim enough to be fashioned into bondage, tying his wrists together so that his forearms, lightly, lay against one another horizontally across his back without pulling his shoulder blades too much. A few loops and knots, tucking the latter away from curious fingers, was all that Aethon needed to restrain Sandor fully, though he wondered just how cute the fox would look at his apartment too, perhaps bent over the arm of the sofa with a spreader bar between his legs.

Damn, I'm getting into some kinkier shit...

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But that was up to Aethon what he explored, however he pleased - as long as he always had a willing partner. The stallion shoved down his shorts easily, not bothering to remove them all the way, revealing his hard cock, sliding it back and forth against Sandor's arse as he stood behind him, a wicked kind of nicker pulling at his nostrils. He didn't bother hiding his smirk, not as the fox let out a low moan, the stallion exposing his shaft with a downward sweep of his hand, leaving the fox's shirt on while his workout pants, loose and easy to move in, slid down to pool at his ankles.

"You know you want this," Aethon grunted, his cock throbbing up thick and full, the dark spear of horse meat trembling with arousal. "And you're going to get it too... After you suck my dick good and long, foxie."

Sandor whimpered and moaned, falling to his knees, though he still got a brief sidelong view of the dragons as the bigger one fucked the other's muzzle and throat, a large bulge showing just how deep he was going. Yet he had his own partner to enjoy in the moment, even if he may not have been as confident out in public as some.

That was okay, as long as he had a good partner, even if just for sex, to experiment and explore with...

Karrn had tried to introduce himself, but he could not be sure, not at all, if Drackonthanri had heard him say anything. For it had been all too easy for the more dominant dragon to pin him down on his back on the bench, the wrinkled and shift of his wings awkwardly crushed between his back and the bench. It was difficult, to be in such a position, but so very worth it as the dragon fed a thick length of meat into his mouth, despite Karrn still reeling from the revelation.

"Unff... Nnnggghhhh..."

How could he, after all, have possibly expected Drackonthanri to have not one but two cocks? They were not tapered to a point like his was either, but were thicker and fleshier, blunter at the tips with large but soft and pliable "spines" lining them. And he felt every last one of them as a single cock sank into his maw, stretching it wide, leaving Karrn scraping and scrambling not to accidentally touch such sensitive, glorious flesh with his teeth.

That would not have done at all, no... No, not when he felt hot all over, not when he snaked his long, flexible tongue out around the base of Drackonthanri's second cock where the knot was faintly throbbing, the big, muscular stud drake towering dominantly over him. If he had not been lying on his back on the padded bench already, Karrn would have surely swooned before him - yet all in a good way. He shifted his weight, anchoring his tail around the leg of the bench, even if the drake was not all that sure that that was going to help things at all, not when his heart was pounding and leaping and hammering quite as it was.

No... Drackonthanri knew that too, closing the distance above him as he drew Karrn's cock out of his gym pants, the long, grey fabric falling to Karrn's ankles, but, well, it did not need to be there anymore. The drake rumbled a pleased growl at the size of Karrn's shaft, pink and thick with a bulge at the base that was reminiscent of the knot, but Karrn could not match up to the dominant dragon with two cocks to boast, all at once.

"Maybe your tail will take both of these," he rumbled, languishing in easy, casual dominance. "Or maybe not... Maybe you'll just gag on each one. A knot too, I'm sure... It'll wedge your jaw open real damn nice..."

Karrn shuddered. Fuck, that was hot, and he knew too that there were all kinds of eyes on him around the gym, even if he could not see who else was there, not from his vantage point. No, all that filled his vision were the dragon's heavy nuts, resting on the top side of his muzzle while he sucked down one of Drackonthanri's cocks, slurping and suckling, his tongue dragging reluctantly back inside to please the shaft that was ploughing his maw at that moment.

More... He needed more. The dragon's overpowering presence, at the very least, forced him to accept Drackonthanri's dominance, caring for nothing else. It was funny how he had not honestly thought that he would be able to cross the room to proposition the dragon at the very least, but, well...Drackonthanri had done everything that he needed, taking the lead.

Being submissive, of course, did not mean that Karrn was incapable of taking the lead and initiative, of course, but there was a difference there when it came to inexperience, to dithering for a second, shifting back and forth - until the moment was lost and he couldn't do anything more, not at that time. He heaved and panted, dragging in all the air that he could through nostrils that puckered and flared, tail swinging free of the bench and thumping against the bench, but he had to be there, right there in the moment, grunting, groaning, losing himself.

Sandor watched, but Aethon was making it more and more difficult to concentrate on his voyeuristic delight, the fox trying to take everything in, wanting to do more, wanting to see more. It was funny how things like that could come to the forefront of things when he least expected them to, but he yearned for it, ached for it, his skin prickling under his white fur as the stallion caressed him.

Tentatively, he squirmed, but Aethon had bound his arms too tightly for him to move them or get free - not that Sando wanted to be free. It was too hot, especially as the dragon leaned down over the blue one to suck on his cock, seeming to toy with him with it, tracing and twirling his tongue around the other dragon's shaft to tease him.

"Mmmph..."

"You'd be so cute to toy with like that," Aethon said, humping his long, aching rod against the fox's muzzle, standing while Sandor spread his knees apart a little more for him. "So hot... Whimpering, begging, pleading... You already want to cum so badly, don't you?"

Sandor whined, nodding quickly, his tail flicking up. He didn't care, not anymore, that his cock was out and throbbing, so hard that he could barely even think straight, others watching. Oh... That had to be a good thing, a very good thing indeed, if how his body ached and tingled was a sign of how he liked being watched.

Aethon smirked, the stallion grinding against the fox's muzzle, and Sandor opened his mouth willingly to accept the beast inside. The fox sucked cock like a pro, even though he could get a little clumsy, from time to time, in his lust. He'd never hurt Aethon, however, not as the stallion muttered a curse under his breath and speared deep into the vulpine's muzzle, making use of every inch of snout that he had there at his luxuriously kinky disposal.

"Unfff... Fuck...yeah..."

There was teasing and then there was lust, ardent pleasure, his eyes raking casually over Drackonthanri and Karrn together, the dragons sixty-nining, sucking one another's cocks. There was no question, despite the position of pleasure, who was in control there, Karrn struggling to take down all of Drackonthanri's single dick while the other bounced and smacked off his muzzle, the knot throbbing so much that he could feel his pulse through it. The larger drake, after all, had a cool air of control about him, eyes dancing with the hint of a smirk, wings spreading out and out and out.

Aethon might have liked a go at being under those wings himself too, at some point, but he enjoyed taking Sandor's muzzle too much, relishing in the eyes on him, the mutters and the stares, how some of the other gym-goers had stopped their workout routines entirely just to stare. Many were looking at the dragons but others stared at him, at the exposed muscle of his chest after he had removed his shirt, wanting to be nude, though he could have done better than shove his workout clothes down and out of the way when it came to his cock. He'd rectify that, however, before he fucked Sandor.

The fox slurped on his cock and the stallion bore over him a little more, coaxing more and more of his cock down Sandor's throat. The fox whined and gulped yet managed to suppress his gag reflex, just as he managed every time, the thick length of horse dick worming its way deeper and deeper. The fox's tongue crushed faintly to the middle of his mouth, safely tucked down between the two lines of teeth on his lower jaw, the horse dick doing what it needed to do to take its own pleasure from him.

He didn't need to do anything, not as submission washed over him, luxuriating there, in the release of the tight control that he had held over himself for so long. That was why he was more submissive in sex - at least when he was experimenting and being playful, that was. He'd just wanted to let it all go so that he could enjoy the moment a little more, to not have to be thinking, always, about what came next.

And the vulpine wanted a partner too, ripped and muscular, who could control him, who could dominate him - who he could trust to take their pleasure from him without much more due care or consideration for him, not at all. For he wanted to be a vessel of their pleasure, something that could be used while he was swept along for the ride.

His hard-on peeked out, aching and pink, but he paid it no mind, not as he focused on opening his mouth as wide as he could to take down every inch of horse cock that he could.

Drackonthanri grunted, spearing into Karrn's maw with raw, wild abandon as his knots swelled achingly. It was all Karrn could do to keep up with him, though he found a pace of his own too, jacking off the drake's second cock so that he had something to do with his hands. The additional pleasure seemed to send the larger dragon's thrusts stuttering and juddering and Karrn would have smirked if his mouth had not been stuffed full of dragon dick. His head swam with submission, aware that he was being watched and yet exulting in it, in that he had been the one that Drackonthanri had chosen to fuck that time.

However, he was not under any illusions at all that he would be the only one that Drackonthanri would choose to fuck, of course not. He wasn't even sure, not then, that his own stamina would live up to what the drake had in store for him...

"Unff... Your maw is good, but can you take two dicks at once?"

It sounded like a taunt and Karrn grunted around the dragon's cock even as it was dragged from his muzzle. Hauled around like a toy, he huffed as he was lifted and turned around on the bench, a leg kicking out, trying to find footing and balance himself, but he was not to be needed, not like that. For Drackonthanri had found a hole to fuck and was intent on taking it however he pleased, pinning Karrn down on his stomach that time, facing the fox and the horse who seemed to be more greatly enjoying themselves with a big length of horse dick bulging its way down the fox's throat.

Yet he watched them hungrily too, enjoying the show. If he was going to be used for public play then, damn it, he was going to take his voyeuristic pleasure too! And the drake did, whimpering and grunting, straining to keep his eyes open as the bay stallion hunched over the fox's head to hammer into his throat with long, demanding strokes, a length to dragon dick burrowing its way up deep into his backside. Unconsciously, Karrn squeezed around it, panting heavily, though it wasn't going to do him any good.

He was going to take both of Drackonthanri's dicks one way or the other and he revelled openly in the submission of it, drinking in the eyes on him, the strain of his tail hole bearing open wider and wider around just one cock. It was a big dick but he could take it, watching as the horse hefted up the fox slowly to his hind paws, seemingly struggling with the force of having such a big cock come out of his throat.

"Bend over..."

Sandor whimpered and shook his head, though it was not in protest, no, not at all. He didn't mind, though he didn't know how he was going to stretch up enough to get to the taller horse's height. It wasn't specifically that there was all that much of a height difference between them, but more that Aethon had longer legs than him, which was pretty much it. Still, he bent over and lifted his white, fluffy tail as high as he could for the stallion, flicking it teasingly back and forth against his stomach.

Though he should have been prepared for the overpowering force of the stallion's thick cock pressing into his tail hole, forcing him to stretch around him, one way or the other. It felt as if Aethon was matching the strokes of his cock, ramming deeper and deeper, to the dragon's thrusts and a delicious rush of heat flooded the fox.

If the stallion was doing that... Damn, that was hot. Hot enough to have his cock jerking and drooling pre-cum, dripping and leaking, even though he was too busy resting his paws on his thighs and trying to balance to think about it. He couldn't even spare a moment to grasp his own dick while Aethon pounded his backside, but he took every stroke anyway as they ground up and over his prostate with every slamming, driving thrust.

Aethon had to flex his hocks and bend his knees more than was strictly comfortable for him to come down to the right level to fuck the fox, but it was well worth it. Both for the position and the view as he dragged the smaller fox, lither than him, back onto his dick with every thrust, the smooth shaft thrusting deeply. He secured every inch of his cock inside the fox's tail hole, dragging him back by the hips, snorting heavily as he enjoyed the view. There was nothing quite like filling a full slut like that, the heavy musk of his arousal flooding the air, balls swinging proudly and openly between his legs.

He had nothing to hide, nothing at all, not as the smack of his hips against the fox's backside rose as if he was trying to make a point, trying to fill the workout room with his lust. Dimly, Aethon was aware that others were fucking, but, to be fair to him, there was only so much that he could focus on, even in a moment like that, raw power and arousal washing through him, stroke after stroke. And the clutch of the fox's backside was so tight, pulsing and pulling around him, that his head swam, losing his sense of self even as a smirk tugged slyly at the corner of his lips.

Fuck, he needed that. A long, deep, hard fuck, spearing into the fox again and again, feeling just how his hole clenched and pulled around him. Yet Sandor didn't have any chance at all of keeping him out, not as he revelled in the tightness of his backside, spearing deep, pushing in so roughly that the fold of his sheath, right at the base of his cock, was pressed back a little more, allowing him to grind in an additional sliver of his cock.

Every little bit... Yes. That was all he needed, locking eyes with the dragon as if they were challenging one another, even then, to fuck their submissives of the moment harder than the other. There was no true competition between them, but the lust that thrummed through the gym was surely making it harder than ever for others to merely get on with their workout. Everything devolved around them into lust and debauchery, Aethon grunting and snorting as he ploughed Sandor full with every inch of dick he had.

Drackonthanri heaved, pulling his two dicks together with one strong paw. His fingers folded around as much of the twin shafts as he could, balls aching fervently with the urge to spill his seed, though the moment was not right, not quite yet. He drew back enough so that the heads of his dicks pressed up to the dragon's tail hole, drooling thick pre-cum, need rising more and more.

Yet Karrn still bellowed out a roar as his cock jetted off, trapped between his belly and the bench, losing control as Drackonthanri slammed into him, forcing his body to comply. It was only the slick mess of pre-cum that let him grind in so easily, but there was still a tightness there, a sense that any more and Karrn would have been shoved right past his limits.

"Watch them..." He rumbled, pressing Karrn's head forward, forcing him lightly to watch the stallion and the fox. "You want my dicks but they're stretching you out far more than even that stallion's cock is... Feel every inch!"

He slammed in, humping and grinding, though he had to put a lot of effort into using the full length of both cocks at once, pleasure mounting more and more, swelling to that peak. And yet the dragon held himself there, not wanting to spill over the edge, using the tight hole as he broke in Karrn. It did not help that his double knots pressed up against Karrn's tail hole with every thrust, though it did not quite look like he was going to be able to grind both in that time. A pity, really, but he didn't want to fully break Karrn, no. The drake under him squealed, breathless from trying to take him. But the dragon had already made his choice there.

The drake would tighten back up again...probably. Yet there was a joy in feeling as if he was the only one to ever fuck him like that, the one who would ruin him, completely and utterly.

Karrn howled, broken lusciously, tongue lashing out against the side of his muzzle, though he was not entirely present with himself. There was just too much going on, slick pre-cum hot in his tail hole and need coursing through. Even though he was cumming, he didn't feel as if he had any relief, the grunts and groans of the horse and fox enjoying themselves filling the air, swelling as if there was to be no room left for anything else. The thick scent of musk wound around him as he inhaled deeply, trying to ease the strain in his lungs, but nothing softened it at all as his backside stretched, as if fit to burst.

Of course, that was not really going to happen, though the dragon could not remember the last time that he had been stretched open for quite that long and quite that hard. The overly sensitive burn of his hole made him want to thrust back onto the dragon's cocks even when he did not think that he could take anymore, his cock hard and leaking more and more pre-cum, perhaps even true cum mixed in with it. Yet he could not do anything, pinned under Drackonthanri, the dragon so thickly muscular that he doubted that he would even have the strength to bear back against him if he had been free to do so.

Karrn did not have to be free to do so, however, not at all. He luxuriated in being pinned, in having the dragon's weight on his back, crudely shoving his tail up and off to the side, well out of the way to get both cocks in his arse at once. He shuddered, eyes on the fox, though they were mistier than they had been before, licking his lips, trying to do anything possible to root himself in the moment, though it was up to Drackonthanri to sweep him away in another orgasm before his own climax.

Sandor, however, did not have such qualms, not as his cock bobbed freely before him, moaning, his jaws hanging open. With every thrust that the horse gave, powering into his vulnerable backside, he tried to hump back, eyes fixed on the join of the dragons' bodies, even though there was a tail and a hip and buttocks in the way. He could imagine it and he could certainly hear the slop of the two cocks powering deep, even if he was quite happy to take Aethon's dick too.

He didn't think he could have been stretched that far, letting more and more pleasure rise in him as Aethon hunched down over him, his snorts growing more and more feral, more and more demanding. Yet the stallion would take everything that he wanted from the fox's body and more, Sandor willingly submitting, tugging his arms exhilaratingly against his bondage as if he had to remind himself of his place.

And yet it was Aethon who climaxed first, the fervour of his strokes suddenly speeding up, hips bouncing off the vulpine's backside, making good use of the softer flesh he had there. The stallion snorted, nostrils rippling softly, even though there was nothing soft about the rougher, harsher thrusts, cramming in his dick while ecstasy throbbed and flowed.

He climaxed, however, almost at the same time as the dragon, Drackonthanri bellowing just as Aethon shrilled out a whinny, tail thrashing, trying to stomp but needing to keep both hooves firmly on the ground. The fox was relying on him to stay upright, his backside thrust back to draw Sandor into the curve of his body, legs threatening to buckle, hocks flexed. Yet he spent ropes of hot, sticky cum deeply up where it belonged, into the unprotected fox's tail hole, slickening it with a heavy load that was truly becoming of a stallion like him.

Sandor took it all, whimpering and moaning breathlessly, though it sounded as if he didn't have all that much left in him anyway, thrust into orgasm, wonderfully not in control of his body. The fox would have toppled to the floor if the horse had not been holding him up, though Aethon wasn't doing all that great in that respect either, fingers hooked into the ties of Sandor's makeshift bondage to give himself a little leverage as his tail flagged proudly.

Yet the grand spectacle of Drackonthanri cumming was to be enjoyed by all, the dragon spurting and filling his partner with not one but two loads of cum. His knots throbbed, clasped in the dragon's clutch as he squeezed them, giving Karrn, at least, some mercy and not trying to grind them in, not even at the point of ecstasy. Karrn moaned out weakly as his tail hole was taken, cum forced to drool and spurt back out along the length of the twin dicks shoved into him, but he had no say in the matter, deliciously so. Not even as the blue dragon's cock twitched and drooled, his body broken through another orgasm even while he was cream-pied, Drackonthanri ramming his cocks deep and staying there while he ejaculated every last drop of his seed.

"Unnnff..." Drackonthanri shuddered, wings flared, muscles bulging. "Such a tight hole... Not anymore though."

Karrn shuddered under him, but couldn't even let his jaw hang open for any words to slip out. Dimly, he fixed his hazy gaze on the fox, the stallion's cock slopping out of him, cum dripping down the white fox's legs, though they didn't know one another's names. They didn't have to. Not as the dragon spent his load under Karrn's tail, filling him up to such a point that his lower stomach felt thick and heavy, bloated.

Only when Drackonthanri pulled out, however, did Karrn see the true nature of his filling, just how much cream slopped from his overly stretched, strained hole, how his heart pounded in the aftermath. Sexual satisfaction washed through him and yet he was present for every last bit of it, licking his lips weakly and giving a broken kind of chuckle, his body and mind struggling to find the "right" course of action for that moment.

All while Drackonthanri smirked and let everyone see what he had done, how thick drools of cum spilt from Karrn's tail hole, marking the underside of his tail, the bench, his thighs. A staff member muttered something about having a mess to clean up, but it was not for the dragons to worry about.

For everyone that mattered that day had found a new gym buddy who would not be all that helpful in their workouts, but certainly so when it came to other matters. And there was no one there that would leave the gym unsatisfied either.

Between lust and raw, male bodies, passion would always be found.