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This was a small commission for Domingo XXIV. I tried my best to follow his guidlines and not write too much but i struggled with a lot of it because i've never done a story like it before. I'm not overly happy with it but the next one will be a lot better and this one has to be uploaded for the storyline. Hope you enjoy it, just don't be too harsh on the criticism because i know this one wasn't great.

None of the characters are mine they belong to Domingo XXIV

A bright ray of sunshine burst in through the window, dousing the room with glittering specks light and the hint of morning. The morning was accompanied by the soft sounds of the village waking up, the birds chirping gleefully in the light and the tired groan of a teenage dragon. The sunlight was much too bright for him, worming through his eyelids and disturbing his dreaming mind. As beautiful a morning as it was, he would have preferred another few minutes in bed.

Rather reluctantly he opened his bright red eyes, regretting his decision and ducking his head underneath his covers once more. It was futile though, he was awake now and wouldn't get back to sleep. He gave a beaten grunt and he flung the bedsheets back, feeling the cool morning breeze flow to his body helping to wake him up from his dozy state. It took a few moments but he finally managed to shake most of the tiredness from his body. He pulled himself upright so he was sitting on his bed, his legs dangling over the side and his paws holding the edge of the bed to keep him upright as he gave a wide yawn. Morning was not for him.

His name was Arson and, rather befittingly, his scales matched his fiery name. They were a deep crimson colour like the finest summer's wine and he often prided himself on how they looked. His underbelly was a brighter red, more akin to a spring rose and they made him a very noticeable dragon and a very handsome one at that. He took care with his scales and made sure to clean them regularly which made them glint in the morning's sun, a sea of red dots sparkling onto his bed from his scales. He was thin, but not ridiculously so and, although not exactly muscular, he had tone to his body. Work as a Blacksmith's apprentice certainly did him and his figure a lot of good.

With another grunt of excursion he pulled his 6ft 2 frame upright, an average size for his species, and moved over to his mirror, stroking his dark hair back into position and preparing himself for the day. Looking at himself in the mirror he smiled a little as he noticed his developing body. At 17 years of age he was well matured but his body had only recently began forming up nicely and with his extra work at the blacksmiths he was quickly becoming a fit healthy young male. He wished he was confident though. He sighed softly, knowing that he always shut up around females, becoming flustered and easily embarrassed. He could never keep himself together long enough to make a good impression. Finally he pulled on his simple brown loincloth, something that all male dragons in his village had to wear, before he headed out into the blinding morning light.

Stepping outside he looked around slowly, taking in the morning's view as his eyes began to adapt to the light. He could see the low-lying fog that hung lower down the mountain range on which his village rested, taking a moment to watch how the wind made the fog roll over the tree tops curiously. Above him the bright blue sky was free from any disturbance by clouds as far as the eye could see. He smiled as he looked around him, expanses of lush green forests spread out all around him, some sloping down to the mountain base and some heading back up the mountain, closing in on the peak and covering most of the surface with thick foliage.

He made his way slowly through the village, heading for the town's blacksmith, feeling in no rush to get there and start work. A few of the other dragons had begun surfacing from their houses too, small dots of greens, blues and various other colours dotting across his village as their bright scales dazzled around him. Of the males some were formed like him, some were well formed and more muscular, others were young and playing but all wore the same simple loincloth. The females that emerged all wore a sort of small skirt that covered them but was not long and in the way and they had a small cloth band that covered most of their breasts. He offered a few polite nods of his head to his friends and other villagers, making small talk with one or two of them before finally reaching the blacksmiths.

Arson opened the door slowly and poked his head inside to see the large muscular dragon facing the other way. He had dark black scales and had a form that all males envied. With a strong stomach and a large barrel chest, he was the strongest of all the dragons in the village and he needed to be with the tools he worked with. His name was Ferrous and even though he was a strong dragon, he wasn't as young as he would've liked and was fading past his prime. It was Arson's job to fetch the various materials for him and at the moment he had to start learning the techniques to do the job when Ferrous retired. So far he had only made a few small things but he was learning, even if the job was very tiring.

The large dragon turned his head backwards and saw his apprentice watching him through a gap in the door. He sighed and rolled his eyes a little, before turning his head back to his work.

"I do not need you today Arson. There are no jobs you can do and I need to concentrate on one job. You may take a day off." He was very blunt and his voice sounded rough and gristly. Still he meant no harm and Arson wasn't going to turn down an offer to take a day off so with a spring in his step he shut the door and headed back through the village.

He felt his minor annoyances fade as he took in a deep breath of fresh air, cleaning his lungs and letting his mind relax. He had a day off from work today and it was a beautiful day to enjoy it. He spread his wings and fluttered them slightly, his tail straightening out behind him as he stretched for the final time that morning before heading off on the forest paths, deciding that a walk was just what he would enjoy on such a warm and wonderful day.

The path that he had chosen was like the many others that his species had made in between the trees and he'd learnt from a young age where all of them led. It was an important thing to know the way around the area from a young age so now he had a map of all the paths embedded in his mind. With the knowledge locked in his brain, he set out for the mountain springs at a casual pace, knowing full well that he had plenty of time to get there and enjoy the warm bubbling water. For now he could enjoy walking in the sea of green leaves and colourful flowers that the forest offered. Small streaks of bright sunshine trickled through the trees making lines of light that struck around the forest creating a dazzling clash of brightness of the colours.

He had a more pressing matter at hand though. As his body woke up, becoming aware of what he needed, he began to feel a strong pressure in his bladder. He wanted to try and make the springs first, thinking that he could hold it but it slowly got to the point where he struggled to walk properly without letting himself release his bladder. So without much hesitation from his part he walked off the old dirt trail, heading into a set of waist-high bushes and lifted up his loincloth.

He revealed what few knew about Arson. He reached down to stir his sheath and let his shaft slide out fully. It was quite large for a dragon of his age and size, hanging at around 8 inches when it was flaccid, the rounded tip of which hung well below his large orange-sized orbs. He wrapped his paw around the dark red meat and relaxed his body, giggling a little to himself as he felt the wind tickle at his shaft and make his waking member stir a little. He sighed as he realised that he hadn't met a mate yet or had sex like some of the males his age had and it was all because of how nervous he got around them.

The red dragon let the thought slip from his mind, deciding not to let it trouble him on his day off. He shut his eyes for a moment and he let his bladder loose. The young dragon sighed loudly as he felt the pressure relieve itself and the calming trickling sound rising to his ears as his body drained itself of it's waste. Looking down he watched as the powerful stream of bright yellow urine sprayed from the tip of his shaft and formed a small musky puddle on the dirt below the bush. He continued to watch the stream splattering the leaves until it finally ebbed and all the pressure had gone. Arson shook his shaft lightly to remove the remaining drops before letting it slide back into his sheath and then finally placing his loincloth back on. With a much more casual walk than before he waltzed out onto the path, leaving behind him a sizeable puddle under the bush.

The young dragon couldn't help but feel relaxed as he walked up towards the springs. It was still fairly early in the morning and he wondered who, if anyone, would be up there. The springs were volcanic and so were lovely to relax in as they bubbled and were heated by the underground lava chambers. Thinking about them only made him more eager to get into the water and relax for a couple of hours. One of the things he liked best was that people were allowed to drop their clothing before going in so he could enjoy the day without the loincloth rubbing against his sheath.

Nearing the springs he could hear voices and splashing, something he did not expect at this time in the morning. He got closer and could hear the girlish laughs and giggles; it sounded like there were a couple of females there at least. He decided to take a small detour and headed off of the track, heading around the side of the water through dense bushes and foliage, trying to see if he could spot who was in the water before he got there.

He gasped as he saw who occupied the springs. There were four dragonesses in the water and he knew them all from his own village. They were all the same age as him and now he could see them clearly and they were naked in front of him. He was pretty sure that they couldn't see him from where he was sat amongst the tree's and bushes so he kept himself low and, fighting his moral judgement, he stayed to watch. He could see their ample breasts, free from any clothing and looking down he could see that when one of them stayed still he could clearly make out their pink cunny just above the water line, teasing him with the sight of it.

There was Zonia, a bright orange dragoness with a perfectly shaped body and, like the others she had perky breasts and was very playful with her friends. Rain was, rather befittingly, a sky blue colour and she seemed at home in the water, running about and splashing water at her friends. Rose was a very light red and her scales shone brightly in the sunshine. She was slightly more shy than her friends but she was still a beautiful dragoness with an immaculate body.

It was the fourth dragon though that held Arson's attention. She was a voluptuous young dragoness named Amelia. She had beautifully dark purple scales and seemed to be the leader out of the group. Arson could remember the time's he had fantasised about her, dreaming that she felt the same way about him that he did for her. He could remember the times where he had been out and their eyes had met from a distance. It had always made him clog up and become nervous. He never worked up the courage to even get near to her but whenever she did see him she always gave him a small smile. He never managed more than a goofy grin back himself but he still hoped that she would like him. Her smile was perfect and, now that he could see it, so was her body. Every movement and every sway of her body seemed to make him bite into his lip as he watched enviously as the beads of water trickled down her body.

He watched as she turned around to face away from him, catching a glimpse at her round rump, the water making her scales glint and only making it look all the more exciting to him. He fantasised about that rear; running his hands over it and squeezing it lightly, feeling her body against his as he toyed with her rump, letting her beg for more before he had his way with her. Amelia's friends were all beautiful too and he would be lucky to mate with one but it was Amelia that Arson wanted and lusted.

He peered down himself and noticed that his shaft had now become hard and was pushing his loincloth aside. Standing fully at 13 inches, he knew he was well hung and he could only dream about sharing it with Amelia. He wanted to feel her lips around his shaft, sucking his cock dry and begging for more from him. He wanted to please her in every way he could think of and have her please him back for hours on end.

He wrapped his paw around his shaft and began to stroke slowly at his meat. The young dragon wasn't a frequent 'pawer' but he felt in dire need at that moment, his mind unable to stop the flow of images from flooding his mind. He could see himself over the top of Amelia, sliding himself into her tight wet cunny and slamming all of his shaft inside of her. He wanted to hear her moan for him and beg him for more; he'd never let her go unsatisfied and he'd do his best to make her lust him like he lusted her.

He gripped tightly, already feeling his knotted base swell slightly in his paw as his mind drifted to the other females too. Picturing them licking at his long shaft, taking turns to wrap their wet lips and playful tongue around his hot flesh, drinking down his warm pre and begging to have his seed all over their faces. Arson couldn't help but want them all to suckle at his shafts and letting each one of the perky dagonesses have their turn at drinking from his large 'tap'.

Everything about the dragonesses excited him; he could feel the pre already trickling over his paw as he beat faster and faster, his thoughts coming quicker and quicker through his mind. He was young and had never mated before. He wanted to feel their bodies, his mind quickly rendering a picture of his paw running slowly down Amelia's body, coming quickly to her breasts. In his mind's eye he rubbed over her breasts with both paws, letting them squeeze lightly at the soft excitable flesh. His fingers rubbed gently over their nipples, hearing her soft moans from above. He'd trail downwards, letting his paws rub slowly over her belly, feeling every curve on her body as he slowly drew his paws around the back of her and cupping at her round tight butt cheeks.

He would squeeze and grope at her rear for a while, letting her moan in his ear, even going as far to let his finger slide gently down the crack of her rump and rub at her tight puckered tailhole. He felt more pre trickle over his paw as he imagined more of his fantasy, his paw would rub downwards and slide back around to the front of her body. The tips of his long dark red fingers poking at the soft pink flesh, feeling the oozing female juices dribble onto his paw and mar him with her scent. How he desired to stroke at her cunny and feel the dripping of her sensitive folds and hear her moan in his ear and beg for him to please her. His fingers would slide deep inside of her and slowly pump in and out of her tight pink folds, his tongue caressing her body and his teeth lightly nipping at her purple neck as he toyed with her.

He would play with her for a while, feeling his warm insides and letting her get worked up before finally filling her with his long crimson shaft, burying it deep inside of her and taking her lovingly. She would gasp and moan for him, begging him to take her harder, to help her release herself and he wouldn't disappoint. With his long shaft he would give her pleasure that she had not experienced before, slamming in and out to the sounds of her ecstatic cries of lust and passion. As they rose towards orgasm together he would slide himself out further, thrusting back inside faster and faster, deeper and deeper reaching the hilt of his shaft with ever push.

Arson's paw moved faster and faster, a small slapping sound going unheard by him from the pre that covered his shaft. His eyes had glazed over and were open, staring at the dragonesses but they only saw what his mind was showing him and his body was acting it with his paw, pumping it powerfully as his fingers made a tight wet ring for him to thrust into. He panted quietly, trying to keep unnoticed by the oblivious females, his knot beginning to swell as he neared the inevitable. His hormones continued to play havoc on him as he body flexed and humped forwards without his control, giving him small boosts of pleasure that only sent him closer.

He didn't slow down though, his mind only sped up. He wanted to try everything with the females in the pool, especially Amelia. He could imagine her bent over in front of him, begging him to take her anally so that she could have him in every orifice that she could think of. He could imagine that her perk rear would be even tighter than her cunny and he would definitely need some lube beforehand but it would be worth the trouble. He knew that she would shove herself back against him, meeting his every thrust as his thick cock swelled up with seed and he would slam his knot into her tight rear, letting her anal walls tighten like a vice around his shaft as he flooded her with cum.

He fondled his balls lightly, feeling the heavy orbs with his free paw. It had been a long time since he'd last released and he was desperate for one now. As he continued to run his paw over his heavy swaying balls he imagined Amelia on her hands and knees, suckling on his musky balls, making sure to clean every inch with her long ample tongue. She made sure to massage them with her lips lovingly and cover them in her trails of warm saliva so that he could hardly hold on any more.

He continued to fondle his balls and pump his shaft, his paw becoming a dark red blur as he beat faster and faster to the thoughts of Amelia and the other three beautiful dragonesses. He dreamt of everything about them, from their smooth curvy breasts to their tight squeezable rumps. He thought about their dripping wet cunnys and their beautiful muzzles all pleasing him and making him eager for their bodies.

Arson couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of his shaft and bit into his arm, trying to stop himself from moaning or roaring loudly in front of the dragonesses. His knot grew thick and his balls tightened against his body before the tip of his shaft let loose a huge shot of thick white seed, splattering all over the floor and landing in the spring water. Again and again his cock spurted long stringy jets of white cum, his balls continuing to release as his seed soaked the floor around him and dribbled into the water, making parts of it thick and cloudy.

For a long few moments his seed continued to shoot from the tip of his shaft, his teeth now bitten hard into the side of his arm as he struggled not to alert the girls as to where he was. It was only after what seemed like minutes had passed that his cock finally slowed down but looking down he saw that the damage was done. The floor in front of him, along with the plants, had become coated a cloudy white and the water nearest to him had a long trail of seed floating on the surface. He knew it was obvious to see so, with great effort, he pulled his tired legs up and began to sneak away.

He quickly did his loincloth back up and headed back onto the path. In the distance the red dragon could hear some loud shouts picking up behind him, angry shouts, and he guessed that someone had discovered his seed in the water so he began to walk slightly faster, hoping that no one would suspect him. His heart was thumping quickly in his chest as he passed anyone on the path, hoping that they didn't know. Even as he reached the town he still kept his fists screwed up tightly but no one seemed to suspect anything and no one seemed to even know what had happened up at the springs. He sighed quietly and slowly began to calm down as he made his way back home, slipping inside and lying down on his bed for a while. Inevitably his mind began to drift back to those dragonesses that he saw at the volcanic springs and under his loincloth he felt his sheath begin to stir once again.