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Aiden strains his ears as an unfamiliar fluttering reaches them. Louder than what birds chirping around him could manage with their wings, even the sloshing of the nearby river is drowned out. A floral smell accompanies it, except none of the flowers are blooming yet, and there's also a layer of...

"What is that?" he asks no one, sniffing. He recognizes it, knows he knows it, yet the words to describe it don't come. "I guess there's only one way to find out." He rises and pauses briefly to wonder if he should take his backpack, then decides not to; the scent isn't far.

"Careful with my wings!" a high-pitched voice exclaims from past a few rows of trees. "They're sore after all that flying."

Curious, most anthros with wings are vestigial, though there is one species...that Aiden can't remember much about except they live far away. Although, if he-a polar bear that pants ceaselessly despite the "temperate" weather-is here, any species could have moved here. He advances toward the voice.

"Just get in position already," a gruff voice says. "This place is a little exposed."

"It's fine, there's no settlements anywhere near here," the first voice responds.

"I saw some houses on my way down."

"Houses that they stay in. Now, are you going to find your mark already? Or do we need to find ourselves a kobold like the first time?"

"He offered, I didn't need him to," the second voice argues, then soon after, contradicts itself, "Fuck, wrong one."

Aiden stifles a laugh with his paw. As he quiets his steps, he pieces together what that smell must be: male musk. He sees the movement between the trees and crouches into a bush. Prickly against all of his bare fur, but an opportunity like this only strikes once in a lifetime. He shuffles forward so his eyes peek out...and jerks back at the sight. Surely I'm hallucinating. He rubs at his eyelids before looking again. Nope, that's two dragon-ish creatures going at it right in front of me.

The one on top has his snout buried in the nape of the bottom, who has her-wait, no-his eyes closed. They're also pointed slightly away, so detection is unlikely, even with Aiden's snow white fur. The top's inconceivably terrible aim-his giant log of a cock rubbing against the outside of the bottom's hind leg-allows the bear to focus on the fact that there's dragons. A long extinct species, much to many's delight, and what records exist report them as scaly and gigantic, not black-furred and the size of a feral horse.

It's been drilled into Aiden that if he ever sees any fantastical creatures, to report it immediately so they may be exterminated. There's even a hotline for it pre-programmed into his phone. A couple of clicks and, even if he doesn't say anything-no, especiallyif he doesn't say anything, the full might of the nearest military base will descend. Which isn't fa-

A unified grunt, then moan snaps Aiden's attention to what's before him. But the top's dragonhood only grinds further across the bottom's haunch. The answer to this confusion lies underneath the bottom: he has two cocks, one about the same size as the top's visible one, and the second smaller so it hides behind the first-when they aren't asynchronously twitching that is.

The bear pushes his shorts down and drops onto his rump. Itchiness be damned, he strokes his growing erection. With such an exotic sight, he's close before he reaches full mast. So he switches his paw to teasing mode.

The top stops to lick the bottom's ear in large, wet laps that weigh down the fuzzy ear even when he moves on to the other. When the bottom pushes back, growling playfully, the top rests his head similar to before and yanks his hips back. Aiden gets a partial glimpse at the pink shaft before the dragon rams it back inside, the bottom extending his claws to halt his slide across the ground. The top grumbles, and hobbles on his hindlegs, his exposed cock now boasting its urethra at the bear, then he establishes a rhythm, his wings unfolding from his sides to wrap around his partner.

Steadily, the top's thrusts become more shallow, the smacking sound growing louder and the bottom's cries heightening. The musky smell from their leaking cock intensifies as well, and curiously, so does the floral scent. Distracted from that, Aiden barely registers the top's cock throbbing at him before it, despite being meters away, blasts him in the face. The bear yelps and recoils, the floral-somehow exactly like chrysanthemum-scent enveloping him. Figuring he's already caught, he flops onto his back and pumps his dick. Within a second, any worry about what the dragons will do to him vanishes, bliss replacing it with fantasies about what they will do to him. Bad little bear like him needs to be punished; maybe a log of cock in each end will teach him a lesson. Next time, don't watch, join in, they would say.

But then some blood makes its way out of his retreating shaft and to his brain. There's a reason he's supposed to run and report them: they're dangerous. He wipes the cum off his eyelids and sits up.

The top has dismounted and now nuzzles into the bottom's side as he circles to his front. "You feel as wonderful as always. I love you, Nawi."

"You came a little fast, but," Nawi draws out the word, then takes a slow breath, "I suppose I love you too, Squone." He giggles and places a forepaw on Squone's head, forcing it to dip. "Now get down there before I resort to rutting the dirt."

Aiden doesn't understand how they don't see a white bear doing the opposite of camouflaging in the grass, but he takes their obliviousness as a blessing and pulls his shorts up. His legs are shaky from previous activities so he slowly crawls away, only attempting to get up when he hears slurping and moaning behind him.

After he retrieves his backpack, he sniffs himself to see if he can rush past Shara, his mother, and to the shower like this. Reeking of his own cum and flowers is...not uncommon for him when returning home, but a different scent tickles his nose, evoking fractured memories from years ago. A book fair, a bus...then a bedroom and he's with...Bethany. Underneath the chrysanthemum, the dragon's cum smells like the time he buried his nose in Bethany's soaking cunt. A fond, if faded memory.

His mother will ask far too many questions if he returns like this, so instead of heading up the hill, he circles around it. The sound of running water magnifies, and the trees part to a calm-enough stretch of the river. He strips and leaves his stuff on the bank. His mom is the only other one out here, and she's cooking dinner, so nobody will stumble upon him. He dips a footpaw into the pleasantly cool water, ceasing his usual panting. His own cum flakes off his fur even before the water can wash it away. But Squone's has hardened, yet is also squishy and smooth. It resists his clawed attempts at removal before suddenly chipping off, causing him to nick his flesh beneath. He curses, then patiently chisels the rest off, the streak on the back of his dominant paw proving the most difficult.

After he dries the best he can with his gym towel, he checks his phone to find a text from his mother asking where he is. He rushes up the hill, around to the front of the house, and through the front door.

Shara stands over the sink, washing a plate. "Ahh, that's what took you so long this time." She puts the plate on the drying rack and turns around. "Did you have fun?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Aiden crosses to the far side of the kitchen, but his mother blocks the hallway. "I just spaced out a bit when taking my usual walk."

"You smell of the river, honey."

And she smells of her chrysanthemum shampoo, a bit off and artificial, but has associations Aiden doesn't want to be thinking when talking to his mother. "I, uh, fell in."

"Yet your clothes are dry." She chuckles. "Did you take them off for some other reason?"

"Um..."

"Either you went skinny dipping, not typically a solo activity...except in the case of the other option: you thought you were being clever and washed off some other scent. Either way I hope you used protection, even if it wasn't a female...polar bear."

Aiden brushes past his mother and to his bedroom.

"Dinner's in the fridge!"

Isn't assumption of gayness reserved for the twinks? While it isn't completely wrong, why is he, a giant, fit polar bear always encountering it? Because, dummy, your one sexual experience by nineteen nobody believed happened. But he did recently get cum sprayed all over his face, so maybe he can chalk it up to two. Though honestly, it wasn't much different than all the porn he has watched on the computer that he boots up.

As expected, there's nothing online about fluffy dragons, but there's plenty for scaled ones. All horror stories of how they pillaged, raped (to death due to their size), and tore down countries before they met their end. The bear considers calling that hotline, then figures whatever dragons he encountered are a different subspecies, or not dragons at all. Whatever the case, Nawi and Squone are not the type to commit atrocities; they're just a pair of lovebirds. Still, he should do his best to avoid them. Peeping toms risk being attacked when it's regular people, so with dragons...not a good idea.

*

A few days later, however, when he hears flapping, grunting, and moaning, he doesn't hesitate to spy on the dragons again, conveniently fucking in the same clearing as before. They're identical, so it isn't until all three of them are finished and Nawi and Squone banter with each other that Aiden realizes Nawi was on top this time. He looks a bit closer at the dragons lazing in the grass, and the only differentiator is their eye color: Squone with ice blue and Nawi with vermilion. Actually, when they rise, Nawi has a few centimeters on the other dragon. They stretch their wings out, sprint across the clearing, and leap over the trees. Slowly, they ascend into the mountain and out of view.

With only his cum in his fur, Aiden heads home without washing. Shara doesn't comment on the scent, face covered by a letter.

"Another foreclosure warning?"

"No new development." Shara tosses the paper on the kitchen table. "They're just trying to coerce the money out of me."

"If you would let me get a j-"

"I've told you: you have to focus on school. After you graduate, maybe, but only until the taxes go back down."

"We'll see how long that lasts. They're just gonna build another outpost right next to the new one."

"All the more reason for you to study and get a job better than Burger Shack. Now," Shara motions in the direction of the bathroom, "get on with your routine shower. You're not skipping it today."

Aiden sighs as he loses the same argument for the millionth time, then does as he's told. The cooling stream of water helps little with his frustration. What's the point of these military installments anyway? The country's not at war, and what fantastical creatures remain are the small kind that can slip between the government's fingers. Except for the dragons, but even with them, it seems a little much, especially since they're squeezing their populace dry to fund it all. Maybe if he turned Nawi and Squone in, then there would be nothing to hunt.

He shuts off the shower and its sweet iciness to punish himself for thinking that. The dragons aren't pests to be exterminated; they're people like any other. Besides their four legs, there's no difference. But then how is he supposed to help his mother? Study, she said, so after drying off and dressing, he does, once again, as he's told.

*

After a few weeks, watching Nawi and Squone every couple days, one of their conversations shift from casual to serious: Squone lamenting that they don't have a second mate. Which, if he thought he meant him, would make the bear jump out from his hiding spot. He means another dragon, with two dicks, beautiful midnight fur, and elegant wings capable of taking to the sky-none of which the bear has. So, he watches, expecting such a topic to offend Nawi (something like, "I'm not enough for you?"), but he agrees with a wistful tone. More than that, he gives him a muzzlejob to his bigger dick. Something they haven't touched till now, probably because it barely fits in his maw.

All that repeats four times, and realizing that he's been counting forces Aiden to admit he has a problem.

Back in his room, he leans back in his desk chair, groaning. He'll be caught eventually, yet no amount of willpower prevents him peeping on them again. Reporting them is so far off the table it's thrown in the river, and he can't turn to his mother or anybody else.

He repositions his paws on the keyboard and hides behind the anonymity of an online forum that supposedly is full of fantastical creature sympathizers. He sees mentions of smaller species, like fairies or gnomes, that people are harboring, and advice from them. All useless for his own situation, so he writes a plea for what Squone and Nawi could be, and what he should do.

Instantly, somebody replies with "inside information" that the dragons showed up out of nowhere a few years ago, and reside at the top of the government's most wanted list. AnonymousWeasel suggests doing nothing except being careful around them, as nothing is known about their disposition or their abilities. Aiden asks why the government wants them so badly if they haven't done anything, and they respond with, They fear that they're like the dragons of old, that they'll breed and in a decade have the numbers to overwhelm them.

Well, that's not an issue, they're both male.

That's never stopped them.

Aiden doesn't want to know what that means, so he closes the tab. It's ridiculous anyway; if either dragon were able to get pregnant, they would be, and would've talked about it. So there's nothing (more) to worry about. He powers off his computer and gets up, only to collapse onto his bed. For now his only concern is getting enough sleep for school tomorrow.

*

A typical quiet morning follows-Shara works later in the morning, so it's just him and some leftover spaghetti from a few nights ago-until a wooden smacking sound makes him jump. Living in the middle of nowhere all of his life, it takes the bear a few seconds to register that it's someone knocking on the front door. He hears his mother shuffling around in her room as he rises and answers the door.

A sharply-dressed weasel awaits him. "Good morning! Sorry to disturb you at such an early hour. I'm Tina Roberts from the International Primal Beast Pacification Agency. There's been reports of something flying that's not quite a bird. Have you spotted anything like that?"

"No, um, if I did, I would've already called it in."

"As well you should! That's all I needed to know. Thank you for your time, and have a pleasant day." The weasel turns away and walks to her car.

"Not so anonymous after all," Aiden mutters, unsure if he's talking about himself or the weasel. He should've know they'd tra-

"Who was that?" his mother asks from behind.

Aiden jumps for the second time in a day. "Don't sneak up on me like that." If his life keeps up like this, his heart will give out by twenty-two. "It was nobody."

"Well, 'nobody' just cost me an hour of sleep." Shara crosses her arms. "You're not getting into trouble, are you?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Ah, good." Shara relaxes her arms. "You're just making rich friends then." She gestures to Tina's car, a shining beacon in between two rust buckets. "Though they could've had the courtesy to give you a ride to school."

"Then I wouldn't have a way to get home."

"Oh? So they're not from the same school?"

Aiden grabs his keys from the hook by the door. "I gotta go now, Mom."

Aiden makes his way to his car before she can respond, wondering what he's supposed to do now. They'll eventually find Squone and Nawi, who have zero awareness of their surroundings, and ground them before they can take off. Then...the bear shakes his head, he won't let that happen, especially since the IPBPA are here because of him. But he doesn't know where Nawi and Squone live. And they never come down from the mountain before the afternoon; he has looked for them on weekends.

He jams his key into the ignition and drives to school. He forgot his backpack, but he makes it through the day fine enough. He resists the temptation to speed his way home-the last thing he needs is to get pulled over. His legs, however, can race all they want when he arrives home. Running downhill with his weight, he reaches the clearing at a record pace.

Aiden slows down at Nawi's voice: "You're so impatient today."

"Stop squirming, I almost stuck my ovi-" Squone breaks into a moan. "Oh, that's marvelous. But you know I've got to give you my penis instead."

After assuming his position in a bush, Aiden sees Squone with his smaller dick on the outside of Nawi's leg. Combined with what he said...is the big one not a penis? Is it so gargantuan that they call it a big ol' slab of meat instead? What was that word Squone almost said? Aiden can't think of one word that starts with "ovi," and concludes that the dragon misspoke and meant to say, "other penis."

Besides, he's got a show to watch, and interrupting it won't end well, so he pushes his shorts down. Squone wiggles around so his larger dick is the visible one as usual.

A couple minutes later, the bear's mind is in a logicless state when Squone hobbles around like the first time, aligning his urethra towards Aiden, who makes no effort to move. Instead, he waits until the chrysanthemum shoots all over his snout, and throws himself into orgasm, not bothering to quiet his shuddering gasps this time.

After he comes down and pulls his shorts up, his phone vibrates. The nearness to his sensitive sheath causes him to squeak, which still doesn't draw the dragon's attention, so Aiden answers the call from his mother.

"Honey, are you outside right now?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Your 'friend'," the quotation marks are audible in Shara's voice, "is parked at the end of the road, down where you typically are, along with a few other vehicles."

Shit. Aiden could explain away his own cum on himself, maybe even just the dragon's. But both? There would be no doubt he fancies them. He could, however, sneak past the dragons without warning them. That way Tina and the rest will be distracted with them, while he washes off in the river. Even if he is caught on his way home, they won't be able to prove anything.

"You there?"

"Yeah, Mom. I...I love you."

"I love you too, but what's going on?"

"I'm about to do something stupid." Aiden hangs up before Shara can respond. She immediately calls back, so he silences his phone.

He rises from the ground and approaches the pair lying on their sides in the grass. "I hate to cut you guys short, but-"

"Who are you?!" Nawi jumps to his feet.

Squone looks over at Aiden, then rests his head back on the ground, panting."That's just the bear who's been watching us."

"What!?" Nawi shouts. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Huh?" Squone lifts up enough to meet the other dragon's eyes. "You didn't notice? I thought that's why you insist on mating here."

"I'm not into that! I just the view of the r-"

"Shut up for a second," Aiden interrupts, earning a glare from the dragons. "Sorry, but there's somebody coming for you both. We h-"

Squone springs up, wings extending.

"We've gotta get out of here," the bear finishes.

"We?" Nawi stretches his wings. "I don't want anything to do with you."

"Be nice, Nawi. He's helping us, and I doubt his people will accept him with my fluids covering his muzzle."

"Fine, but he's not riding me. Where should we go? Over the mountain?"

"No, that's where the city is," Aiden answers. "Um, east. There's a national park. We'll be safe there."

"Over the mountain it is then."

"Nawi," Squone whines. "He has no reason to lie, just go east."

"He definitely does, but I'll trust your judgment." Flapping his wings, Nawi sprints across the clearing. He jumps and barely passes over the treeline.

Squone crouches. "Hop on before I ditch you."

Despite instruction, Aiden hesitates; is this the start of the rest of his life with the dragons? Is he never going to see his mother again? No, he can find his way home from the park, and he'll make something up.

Aiden's just tall enough to wrap his arms on the dragon's back and hoist himself up into a sitting position. Enveloped by the onyx fluff, he waits to ascend.