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Just something quick I typed up, I saw that I'm a couple of thousand views short of the big TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND views on my submissions, and I decided that the best way to keep that counter ticking is to WRITE ANOTHER STORY!!!

Here we go, my second story to deal with dragons, so it was also good practice for me, too!

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Alistair panted loudly when his claws finally struck the ground and dug into the soil, his sturdy legs absorbing the brunt of the impact that came from the young dragon's body coming to a halt after the race. While his wings ached and his lungs burned from the race the knowledge that the competition for who would fly over the craggy valley had been decisively won by his cavemate, Felix, was almost worse a thing to bear.

The green-scaled dragon saw Felix standing nearby, his own black hide glistening beautifully in the afternoon sun, and judging by the proud pose and slightly spread wings, Felix was already quite literally basking in his glory after winning the impromptu race.

Alistair shook his wings to relief the tension in them that built up after the fast dash, and breathed out deeply, calming himself down the best way he could, stomping the ground as well, to relief some of the nervous energy the little dent to his pride caused by the loss was bringing out of him. The green dragon was not any less cocky than his sparring partner, the now victorious Felix, but nonetheless, he knew the look on the black dragon's eyes, and he didn't even have to let his own eyes fall lower to know that Felix expected his prize to be gathered immediately.

The green dragon walked over with a swinging, bird-like gait, his tail flicking from side to side for balance, and he gave his wings a few extra customary shakes, as he allowed them to regather their strength after the stressful flight.

Felix's long snout was split into a broad grin once Alistair had approached close enough, and he held his head up tall, and made out a loud, barking call, to signal his victorious nature, and to show off the ruby-like scales than ran over his neck and chest, the only contrast to the deep black of the rest of his body. He was muscular, perfectly proportioned, and everyone in the valley knew that once Felix would come of age and be allowed to find a nest partner, he would not have any problems at all at having the pick of his choice amongst them.

Alistair knew that much as well, and while he himself was not a modest dragon, it was still easy to feel a twinge of envy as he watched the graceful young male of twenty-four summers, still another twenty-six years before he'd officially leave his adolescence and be a full member of the mature dragons of the clan. Alistair was twenty-two, a little younger, a little less developed, but none the less eager in sparring with his best friend, whom now was watching him, with his head tilted off to the side a little.

"You almost had me, you know, Alistair, " Felix grinned, snapping his teeth together in that annoying gesture that was the fashion amongst the youth of the valley at the moment, one Alistair immediately mimicked, because it was said to remind of the elder hunters of the clan.

It made them cool, even if they were whelps in the eyes of the elders, and the hunters, but for these youths, it was just a sign of belonging to their group, of friendship, and shared source of admiration in the group of dragons who would often be seen flying in formation, heading out to the hunting pastures. Everyone under the age of forty wanted to be one.

But now, the thing foremost in Alistair's mind was their adolescent little game, and how it had ended up in his own defeat, no matter what Felix was saying.

"Almost isn't good enough when you're hunting," Alistair replied.

Felix chuckled throatily.

"But it made the game so much more exciting...when I got to fly behind you...thinking...watching..." he flapped his wings briefly, drawing more attention to him, the least detail not being the hard foot of pink, ridged maleness sprouting out of his slit, between his thick thighs.

The fierce, red member was a proud, dripping reminder of the male's burgeoning masculinity, not yet fine-tuned to the adult enjoyment of a female's pheromones, but still so very easily agitated by even the slightest stimulation. Alistair knew that sometimes he even got hard from the air rushing over his belly when he was flying, and he suspected that Felix, the black dragon, was not any different in that case. Now, however, the reason to his aroused state was not a mystery to the green dragon. He knew all too well that Felix had won his favorite game once again, the one he usually called "The Butt Bet", especially when he was drunk from eating those red fermented berries.

It was a name to annoy those he challenged for the rights for dips in draconian backsides, usually belonging to his peers, Alistair included. Even though the complaints Felix gave once he lost were mostly token in nature as he got ploughed in his own rump, Alistair knew very well that the dominant-minded dragon preferred to be the one sliding his hot member inside the tight, dry heat of another male's rump. It was the young dragons' gleeful substitute for the rumored pleasures involved in sticking into a female in heat, and nobody really bothered to batten an eye in the practices of the horny adolescents, as long as they didn't hurt anyone in the process.

"I'm sure," Alistair growled at his friend's jest.

Seeing the red flesh hanging out in the open, stiff as a stick fallen from a tree, made Alistair's own tight opening snuggly hidden under his tail squeeze down on itself. He knew that by all propriety, Felix had just won the right to stick his meat into Alistair's rump and breed him until slick seed dripped out of his stretched hole, something that'd require him to take a bath in the lake before joining the ranks of the rest of the valley's population. It wasn't as much to hide the fact that he'd been bred but that the feeling of a damp butt made flying feel strange to him, and he didn't need any extra distractions when he still had a few things to learn about the extremely subtle wing adjustments that were the key to the perfect flight. Alistair knew that Felix was a more skilled flyer yet, and he knew that chasing the black dragon always gave him a few useful tips on how to improve his own skills...and indeed, today, at some point, he had even overtaken his elder friend, and held the lead, briefly, before the inevitable happened and Felix sprinted to the win.

Felix smirked and flexed his long, curved cock by the muscles at its base, making it slap against his belly pleasurably. Alistair's cheeks heated a little at the very sound of the act, and he felt an itch in his own slit, his own arousal beginning to grow as well.

"Come on, Alistair, we want to get back for dinner in time, so that we can have a nap after the flight back," the black dragon smacked the rocky ground with his tail, obviously impatient now for his reward, the one Alistair would have to provide.

The green dragon ruffled his wings, partially for comfort, partially to make himself look more big and imposing for a small moment.

"One day I'm gonna win this," he said before he gave a curt nod and un-decorously leaned over, putting his hands down on a flat nearby rock and lifting his long tail up high.

Felix's eyes were immediately drawn to the small crease at the base of that now lifted tail, between those firm, large buttocks belonging to the halves of the rump of Alistair's pert young ass. The black dragon moved over with a few shift steps, savoring the power and the temporary submission exhibited by his strong friends, by presenting his rump for the older dragon, for inspection and then enjoyment. Felix's long cock drooled pre over the rocks below him, as he put his hands over the thickly muscled rear and gave each side a squeeze, simply to remind himself of the wonderful feeling of his friend's rump.

The dragon on all fours huffed a little at the feeling, and his tail swayed, but Alistair offered no complaint or interruption, while Felix fondled his rumps for a few moments before his hands began to move over his taint and his balls as well. The fleshy, seed-filled orbs rested close to his body but were clearly felt under the palm that pressed between his legs, the sensation strong enough to make Alistair croon a little with pleasure, and he could feel his own cock poking out of his slit, stimulated from the outside by the pressure of Felix's hand. The black dragon smirked as he heard the pleasured exclamation, and kept up the rub, harder now, for some time more.

"Hmmm...you're so very warm...," Felix spoke, quietly, enjoying the feeling of sliding his palms over the exquisite, tight flesh.

Alistair simply breathed out.

"And so tight...I know you are..." Felix's eyes concentrated on the small light-skinned spot, and how fleshy it looked.

The big dragon coughed and then slipped his tongue out of his long muzzle, to give the little pucker a few well-placed licks, to spread his ample saliva over it to provide some extra ease for his imminent penetration, and for the extra pleasure. Alistair shivered and his tail flicked more broadly. Felix could feel the flesh under his tonguetip flex, stimulated by the touch of his tongue over it, and his own cock pulsed rapidly now, longing for the heat he could already feel, ready to wrap around him.

Alistair's muscular body rippled as he tried to keep still and brace himself under the pleasurable touch of his friend's tongue over his hole. His own cock was now fully pushed out of his sheath and pulsed untouched against his belly, already leaking a little as the young dragon was prepared to be bred hard, for pleasure, for fun, and for the reminder that he had been bested, yet.

"Hmm...delicious...," Felix rubbed his snout against Alistair's taint, going up and down and breathing in the subtle musk of his balls and licking over them as well, leaving them wet with spit before he craned his neck back and stood there, simply watching at the glistening rump in front of him.

"I'll take you now, Alistair," the dragon gave a fair warning as he stepped forward and pushed the ridged, pointed tip of his erection against the hole he had prepared for being spread open.

Both young males shuddered at the feeling of the initial touch, how hot their flesh truly was, excited by the race, and now the sexual energy that was coursing between their bodies, making them ready for this extra game, to make it into a perfect, lazy day. Felix's cocktip twitched and oozed out extra pre over the tight, pursed anus, and the added musk was breathed in by them both, enjoyed, while breeze stroked over their bodies, letting the nature partake in their act of lust in its own way.

Felix's body became taunt as he collected his strength and allowed it to come down to the singular act of pressing his hips forward and boring pressure over the green dragon's tailhole, until the muscles barely slickened with pre and spit gave out and allowed the sharp tip to slide inside, drawing gasps. The whole organ was designed for bringing the females in heat off in a spectacular way, to ensure that they would be bred well and start carrying a youngling, but now, sliding into another male, it simply felt immensely big. The sensations were only amplified by the presence of all those ridges, that did not add much to the girth, but stroked over Alistair's inner walls as more and more was pushed into him by the steadily thrusting black dragon, spreading him open and dwelling deep into him. Alistair bit down on his teeth as his backside was invaded once more by the black dragon, a frequent visitor, he knew he had to admit, but found no shame in the fact.

It was Felix's time to croon as he entered into his friend and pushed himself all the way into the comfortable, dry heat offered by that hole under Alistair's tail, until his hips touched the green scales on that now speared and spread butt, telling him that he was in. The lustful tunnel he occupied squeezed down on him, stroking over the dragon's shaft with convulsive waves that brought pleasure for both of them. Alistair's own shaft leaked and pulsed rapidly, there was pressure in that strange place inside him that could make him cum without ever touching his member, and it was fully in the action now, teased by the ridges of his friend's cock, soon moving in and out of him, when Felix finally began to thrust.

It was not a leisurely pace, but a fast, deep plough into the upturned rear. Alistair was filled over and over again by the constant stroke of the long cock inside him, drawing pleasurably along his walls and stretching out his hole with each roll of Felix's flexing hips. The black dragon easily pounded into his partner, any clumsiness overcome by the simple eagerness to partake in this secret act, and driven by his natural desire to fill a willing hole with his hot seed. The constantly flowing pre made the way through Alistair's body a more slick one, making it possible for Felix to hump faster into the subservient dragon, taking him and his hot, sucking hole with more energy than before.

"Ahhh...it feels as good as I remembered, Alistair...surely your hole is one I always miss if I don't get an opportunity like this," he teased a little, rubbing his palms up and down the sweaty, flexing back, feeling how the body he was fucking into accommodated his weighty presence.

Alistair grunted roughly under his breath, and simply concentrated on the sensations of being bred hard by such an eager young dragon.

It soon became a race of its own, really, both of them spurned on by the constant friction of Felix's hard member inside Alistair's rump, and the way how their slick scales rubbed together when their bodies ground onto one another, hard enough to make slapping sounds whenever that happened. Snarls and grunts brought out from their throats punctuated the huffs and pants they gave out, and the musk of sex grew stronger by the moment, when Alistair leaked more and more and painted the rocks slick with his fluids.

The hot cock raked through his body at an ever-increasing pace, until a great shudder went through Felix, his skin itching all over under his scales, especially under his own tail, as kept on pumping the tight ass. He let out another victorious bark when the pleasure exploded through him, forcing his hips flush with Alistair's when the thick, copious dragon seed burst out of him and began to spurt into the dragon's backside in a constant flow.

The heat of the cum filling his rump was more than enough to set Alistair off. His battened muscles squeezed down on the flesh invading him, beginning to milk Felix's cock rhythmically while his own pulsed and shot spunk all over the rocks in a roughly fan-shaped pattern, marking it as a site of hot dragon mating of the male kind. His back passage filled to the rim and began to leak, prompted by the little thrusts coming from Felix's hips that churned his cock in and out of the filled tunnel, forcing the oozing liquid out of the confines of Alistair's trembling body.

Eventually the liquid heat burned out, as Felix rested on his mount and savored the infrequent squeezes that still happened over his spent shaft, buried up to the hilt inside Alistair's tight, marked rump. Felix breathed hard, and so did the green dragon, still bent over, but with his back arched for comfort, so that he could hold onto the position as long as he liked, before his arms would tire. His rump throbbed a little with the typical feeling he knew from his past mating sessions, and his cock remained hard, kept in a constant state of firmness by the presence of the great, long cock inside his ass, filling the snug tunnel. His balls ached, fully drained for now.

Felix patted the well-reamed rump with his hands and straightened his body a little from his hunched position, still careful to keep himself fully buried and not slipping out from the tight, immense heat. Alistair still moaned a little at the tugging sensation it caused.

"Hmmm...this is so delicious..." the black dragon purred.

Alistair snuffled.

"Next time we wrestle, I'll make sure to compliment yours when I'm done," the dragon smirked, confidently, to himself.

Felix simply chuckled.

"Planning to place a butt bet, Alistair?" Felix stroked one of his palms over the green dragon's side and belly, rubbing him down companionably, as a small thankyou for the hot ride provided by his rump.

"Of course," Alistair crooned happily as he relaxed into the stroking provided by the butt-loving dragon, and allowed the sunlight a kiss over his back.

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