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"...overcompensating for the drain in his right arm, Herbertius threw his greater lightning spear above his opponent, and struck the kite some fifty miles away. So, in conclusion, Benjamin Franklin would never have learned to harness electricity if Herbertius hadn't been such a bad shot."

It was at this point that most of the students began to file out of the auditorium. There was still another twenty minutes left in the Magic and Common History class, but if the professor got started on another topic, they'd be there all day. Richard and Zachary were among the retreating crowd of journeymen. The two of them had been best friends and roommates since they arrived at the Institute of Advanced Magic and Sorcery two years ago. Richard was twenty years old, tall, and dark haired. He arrived on a full scholarship after coming first place in the National High School Destruction Tournament, and was studying to become a Tartarus border guard, like his family had done for generations. Zachary was twenty-one with blonde hair, and wore frameless glasses. He had taken a year off after high school to travel the world to learn foreign forms of magic. He was the only one in the school who could use the Japanese tea growth, Egyptian fire, and Venetian water control spell all at once. He could make a great cup of tea whenever he wanted, and even managed to earn a bit of extra money running a tea stand on campus, which he conjured himself.

"That class is so~ boring!" Richard moaned the moment they stepped into the bustling hallway. Every wall in the school was built from a single layer of muddy red brick, which was magically insulated against the cold and the heat. It gave the exterior of the building a rustic charm, but on the inside, it almost looked dirty. All around them students packed the halls, each wearing a pointed hat that made the crowd look like a rolling sea. Regardless of how stereotypical it was, the hat was mandatory.

"Yeah, but you know what we have next, right?" Zach asked.

"Transmorphology!" they both exclaimed, high fiving enthusiastically and causing many dozens of heads to briefly look their way.

Transmorphology was a side course that they both took to fill up their schedule. Originally, they had only taken it because it would bring in some easy course credits. Turn a rock into an apple, change a pencil into some other thing. It was all easy stuff like that. But after their second day, it became one of their favorite classes. Zach turned a yard stick into a snake and it ate another student's mouse that he'd made from a soda can. Then by a complete fluke, Richard and three other students all transformed their textbooks into rabbits. There ended up being two males and two females, who quickly gathered in the center of the classroom to have an orgy. It turns out that breeding like rabbits is actually pretty sexy.

Unfortunately for them, the Magic and Common History room and the Transmorphology room were on the opposite side of the school from each other. It would take them quite a while to walk there, especially through the dense crowd. It was for such this occasion that they had spent a long night studying to perfect a single spell. Teleportation. Of course, there were dangers to teleporting. One could appear inside a wall, or another person. But they also knew how to scry, to prevent disaster. Using Zach's glasses as a medium, he recounted in his mind every detail of the hallway outside the Transmorphology classroom. The walls were the same everywhere in the school, so that was easy, but he'd need other, subtler differences if he was going to find it. He knew that there was a coffee stain on the wooden door, and a deep gouge just above it. There were three rounded windows across from the door, where you could see the eastern parking lot and broom stands. Slowly, the image of the hallways began to shimmer into focus on his left lens. First the hallway floor formed, and a moment later, he could see a few people walk by. Moving the lens physically, he panned his scrying view to see down the hallway in either direction. It looked clear enough, so he picked a spot to teleport to, and then handed his glasses to Richard. Without holding onto his glasses directly, Zach had to increase his concentration to send his magic through the extra foot of air between them. A moment later, Richard handed the lenses back, and after returning them to his face, he cut the flow of energy. The image slowly began to fizzle out.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Just don't pop up inside me," Richard replied.

Teleportation took a lot longer to charge than other spells, and any non-mage would probably mistake them for praying in the middle of the hallway. They both had their hands tucked in close to their chests, and their legs were tight together. It was ideal to keep your body compact, just in case you clipping a wall or something on the other side with an outstretched hand.

Zachary felt his magic flow up around his body, rippling around him like a casket of water. When the magic closed in at the tip of his hat, he was ready. Casting out to his side, he could feel Richard's magic was ready to release as well. Returning all of his focus to the hallway he had scryed a moment before, he moved there. It was difficult to explain exactly what he did with his magic, but when he looked around the next moment he was in front of the Transmorphology room. Richard appeared a moment later, stumbling forward a little as he put a little too much force into his teleportation. Teleporting was almost like throwing a baseball, he supposed, except the ball was himself inside his own magic. Magic was not a very definite thing, so explanations were hard, even for the professors sometimes.

"Anything missing?" Zachary asked.

"No, and I'm not attached to anything, either," Richard replied, giving his body a twist and a shake to make sure. Zachary did the same thing, lifting his feet a few times to make sure that he hadn't teleported into the ground a little bit by accident.

"Let's go in and see if we can get something cool to transform," Zach said, and led the way into the classroom. While they were usually among the first to enter a class, he was surprised to find the room completely empty. The professor was usually getting something prepped, taking a blanket off a cage or making more stools out of water balloons only to have them revert in the middle of class and leave somebody sore and soaking wet. That had been a great introduction to the course. "Umm... hello?"

"Oh, you two," a voice called as a door flew open to their left. The professor burst from his office unceremoniously, a leather briefcase in one hand and a rugged broom in the other. He'd probably made the broom out of his sandwich at the last minute. "I was going to post it on the door, but I've just been asked to make the keynote speech at the Transmorphology summit in London. It's in...oh, five days, so I'm leaving now. I have to leave some time to swap the front row with water balloon chairs."

"Congratulations professor, but what are we supposed to do?" Richard asked.

"When I get back, you're all going to partner up and transform each other. I figured I'd let you all get some practice in before that. Just make sure to follow the reference material in the book carefully. It will work, I wrote it, after all. So...yeah. If you don't make the organs the right way, your partner could die. Have fun!"

With that, the professor brushed past them, slapped a piece of paper against the door, and went straight down the hall, leaving Richard and Zach to stand in the awkward silence of the empty classroom. A few of their classmates stepped into the doorframe, but never came near them as they saw the note, and then turned to leave.

"So...I guess we should go practice," Richard said finally.

"I guess so," Zach agreed. "You want to go out to the field?"

"What better place is there?" Richard asked.

****

About an hour later, after a returning to their apartment to pick up a couple of things, Richard and Zachary arrived in a wide, open field. It was a short broom flight outside the city, bordered by a thick deciduous forest to the south and east and the highway on the north and west. It was a good few acres of rare untouched land, just small enough to not be made into a farm, but large enough to give them ample privacy. This was their secret training grounds, where the two went to practice their magic without fear of disturbing anyone. While mages and the like were common and relatively free of persecution around the world, the neighbors still didn't like it when they cast fireball spells in their apartment.

A large, flat boulder sat around the eastern edge of the field, just clear of the tree's shade, and that was where the two undergrads left their stuff. Their brooms, the transmorphology textbook, and Richard's expense smartphone were all left on the rock's flat surface, and the two of them gathered around the book to read the directions inside.

"Transmorphology is a very flexible school of magic. It is only limited by two basic directives. One, the desired form must be complete, and exist in three dimensions. Two, if the desired form is living, it must have the proper component structures to operate. If the organ systems of the new form are not constructed properly, the new organism will die. It is important to know your strength as a mage. It can be catastrophic for your subject if you use all of your energy in constructing a complex exterior, and cannot create adequate internal structures to support it," Richard read aloud. "It should also be noted that if you are using Transmorphology on another mage, or yourself, it is recommended that you do not alter the shape of the brain in any way. If the brain is altered, one may lose their ability to perform magic at the same capacity, and could be stuck in their new form until released by another mage."

"Alright, alright, I get it," Zach replied. "Come on, let's try it out."

"Alright, but let's start off small," Richard said, and glanced back at the book. At the bottom of the page was a quick flow chart on the steps to make a frog. "I'm going to try giving it a shot. You ready?"

"Fire away,"

Richard picked up the book and held it open in his left hand, while using his right hand to direct his magic. Using wands or hand gestures wasn't required in casting, but it made it easier to direct magic down your finger into a beam than to simply push it towards your target. He also wasn't required to close his eyes and scrunch up his face in concentration, but he did it anyway. Once again, magic was a very difficult thing to explain to a non-mage. Magic has a convenient way of connecting the dots for itself. All Richard had to do was think of a frog, and then send his magic to Zach. Somewhere along the way, the magical energies figured out what they were supposed to do, and when Richard opened his eyes a moment later, Zach was gone, and under the pile of his clothing that remained sat a small pond frog.

"Wow! That's awesome!" Richard exclaimed, crouching down to get a better look at the frog. He was just sitting there, but he was breathing, and it looked like his heart was breathing. As long as he was alive, there was no reason to panic. Just then, his mouth came unhinged, the tee shirt he was under lifted slightly, and a pathetic croak strained its way out of his throat. Richard couldn't help but laugh. "You'd make an awful frog. Here, let me change you back."

A moment later, Zachary was back to his old self, standing on top of his piled clothing and completely naked. Both he and Richard blushed hotly, and he picked up his clothes in a heap to cover his flaccid member. It wasn't the first time that Richard has seen him naked, although the circumstances were different. There had been fifteen other naked guys in the aquatic center shower room that day, and neither of them had thought anything of it. But now, when they were standing just feet apart, in the middle of a field, alone, things suddenly felt very personal. And if you really thought about it, Richard had just stripped him.

"We, uh...should have hung around and partnered up with some chicks," Richard said, his chuckle only making it more awkward.

"The prof didn't say anything about clothes not working with transmorphology," Richard said, glancing around as if he could find somewhere to slink off and put his pants back on.

Richard took a glance back at the book. "Oh, it's on the next page," he said. "Clothing and other object both inanimate and animate are not included in the general spell cast. While it is highly complex and not recommended, two or more objects can be merged by specifically including the object in the cast. However, each item merged must be reconstructed carefully, or else it can become permanently attached to the subject. Because clothing is not included in the general cast, this has led transmorphology to become a very popular tool for sexual experimentation."

"And he wants us to do this in class?" Zach asked.

"I guess so," Richard replied, and then began to take his shirt off.

"Wow, what are you doing?" Zach asked, his blush deepening as his best friend threw his shirt unto the rock and then unhooked the button on his jeans.

"Well, you've got to try it on me, right?" he asked. He stepped out of his jeans next, leaving him standing in a pair of dark grey boxer shorts. "I just thought I'd get these out of the way."

"O...kay,"

"Come on, you put your stuff on the rock, too," Richard said.

Zach felt his cheeks come to a boil, but did as he was told. As he watched his clothing fall into an unceremonious heap on the rock, opposite from him he saw a pair of boxers being placed on top of a neatly folded pile. When he looked up again, Richard was standing square to him, letting his member stand against the breeze. Zach found it hard not to stare. He wasn't very good at approximating measurements, but he could tell from first glance that Richard was bigger than he was in every aspect.

"Come on, man. Are you going to change me or what?" Richard asked, not picking up on Zach's inner turmoil.

"Uhh, yeah. Right," he replied, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. If he tried to do this while distracted, he end up doing something very dangerous, or very embarrassing. It was entirely possible for Zach to transform his friend into a penis, if that's what he was thinking about while casting the spell. But Zach had learned a long time ago about how to clear his mind before casting. Sticking with something he already knew, he drew on his past experience with the snake, and cast at Richard. Within an instant, his friend blinked down into the grass, about five feet long, green, and as wide as a garden hose. Richard simply lay there for a moment, his head shifting shakily as he tried to move his body.

The first thing they noticed when they'd been transformed is that it's entirely different from being a human. They had to relearn nearly every muscle movement, especially if the shape is drastically different. Needless to say, the transition from human to snake was not an easy one, and a moment later, when Richard made an attempt at slithering forward, he meagerly shuffled his body without gaining any traction. Satisfied that he'd transformed his friend properly, Zach changed him back, leaving Richard lain out on his face in the grass.

"That was so weird," Richard said, pushing himself to his feet. "You see everything's temperature, and the air tastes like things. It was like tasting the smell of grass everywhere."

"Yeah, being a frog just made it really hard to see," Zach replied. "So, what are you going to do this time?"

"Why don't we do something a little more...interesting?" Richard asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to make something up," he replied.

"You mean you're going to transform me without a plan?" Zach asked. "Isn't that really dangerous?"

"I know what I'm doing," Richard said, giving his concern a dismissive wave. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Well yeah, but," Zach began, trying to word his response carefully. "I'd feel better if we did things by the book."

"Man, you're no fun," Richard complained, and then took a seat on the rock. "Fine, how about this. I'll look up something on my phone, and then turn you into that. I'm sure there're plenty of cool guides could find."

"I...alright, fine," Zach conceded. "Just make sure you call somebody if you screw things up."

"Don't worry, man. You're in good hands," Richard replied, and then buried his face in his phone.

He sat that way for a good five minutes, periodically smirking or shaking his head. But, after gathering a few ideas, he stood up again and faced Zach. He held his phone in his left hand, and held his right hand out to direct his magic.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I guess so," Zach replied, taking a deep breath.

Keeping his eyes locked to the phone, he began to release his magic. First he changed the hands and feet, making them all the same while extending the nails out into sharp claws. He changed every limb into a leg, and changed the pelvis and shoulders so he could use them properly. He heard a thump as Zachary's new, strange form caused him to topple forward onto his belly. Next, Richard made a long tail, which sprouted rapidly out of Zach's tailbone. He changed his friend's musculature, removing the excess fat and leaving him rippling with lean muscles. He added two new limbs then, jumping out from either side of Zach's spine. Long, bony stems from which a thin membrane grew. It jointed and bent into serviceable wings, falling limply at his sides. Next was the neck, which he stretched out a good two feet. He wedged the head, merging the mouth and nose and extending it in front of his face. His ears disappeared completely, leaving only holes in their place. His eyes narrowed and widened, while his pupils narrowed to slits. The once flat teeth that lined his jaw were sharpened and extended, and his tongue was lengthened and narrowed to a tapered tip. Richard couldn't see how the organs changed, but he followed the instructions to the letter, it even changed the way Zach's cock was shaped, which he changed without even thinking. The shaft tapered and grew, extending both vertically and horizontally with three ridges. The whole thing slid back into a new sheath, and his sack grew heavier. To finish off the transformation, a coat of radiant green scales covered his entire body from head to tail, with a lighter green used on larger plates across his underbelly. Zach was now a dragon roughly the size of a great dane.

With his spell complete, Richard puffed out his breath and dropped his arm. It felt heavy from the strain, and a headache was coming on. The spell was more strenuous to perform than he'd thought. Putting his hand up to his forehead, he sat himself down on the rock to rest.

In the meantime, Zach was beginning was stir. The spell's process has stunned him momentarily, but when Richard looked up, he could see him struggling with his new muscles. He tried to get his front legs to support his body, but they kept collapsing. After a few tries, he managed to pull himself shakily to his feet, with his wings hung comically on the ground. He tried to pull them in, but the muscles in the middle of his back were so foreign that the best he could do was rotate the shafts a little. His tail swished haphazardly as he tried to reign in that muscle group as well.

"Hehe, how does that one feel?" Richard asked.

Zach's attempt to reply resulted in his jaw simply falling, and him being unable to pick it back up. He tried to speak, but all that came out were guttural growls.

"Whoops, I guess I changed your vocal chords, too," Richard said. "I was thinking that I should leave those alone so you can talk. Oh well, it doesn't look like you could move those lips to make many words, anyway."

After about ten minutes of practice, Zach managed to pull his lower jaw back into place, and even lifted his wings up to rest them against his body. Although, he hadn't moved from where he stood the entire time. When he took his first step towards Richard, his left leg extended start the walk, he began to sink into the step as his other three couldn't keep his balanced. He would have fallen on his face, if he hadn't gotten his foot down to stop him. He tried again, this time moving his left hind leg forward. He managed to do it with minimal stumbling, but when he tried to move both of his right legs at the same time, he ended up toppling. Richard couldn't help but laugh as the miniature dragon stumbled towards him. A minute later, Zach fell the last foot between him and his friend, stopping with his head laid across Richard's thigh. He was panting from the exertion, and his wet tongue dropped out of his parted jaws and sat uncomfortably close to Richard's cock.

"It looked like you were finally starting to get the hang of it for a second there. Maybe I should just leave you like that." He chuckled. He leaned down to rub Zach's shoulder, like he would to a dog, but froze when he felt something very wrong. He could feel a warm, smooth surface under his flaccid member, and puffs of hot wind against it. Looking down, he saw that his member had lain over Zach's snout when he'd moved, and his cheeks erupted into a blush. He pushed himself back suddenly, and slid the dragon's head towards his knees.

"I...I'm really sorry," Richard stuttered, averting his gaze. "Here. Just...just let me up and I'll...I'll put my pants on."

But when he tried to stand, Zach would not move. In fact, he was advancing on him. Placing a hand on Richard's other thigh, he pulled himself until his snout was level with the member lying limp across his leg. The petite dragon nuzzled and sniffed at the musky flesh, causing Richard to shiver and try to back away. However, his legs were pinned by the heavy reptile, and he was stuck.

"Hey, Zach?" he asked nervously. "Are you sure you don't want me to change you back?"

The dragon maneuvered its snout under his shaft, and began to nuzzle back and forth against his sack, as if he was shaking his head.

"You...want to do this?" he asked.

In response, Zach snaked his tongue out and cupped his balls with it. In one long, drawn sweep, the organ dragged all the way from the base to the tip of his shaft.

"I...I don't know, man," Richard replied, still totally conflicted. He was still a virgin. They both were, as far as he knew. But he'd always looked at the girls in the school. He'd never thought of doing it with Zach before. But, his touch had felt so good. Maybe they could just...try it out...this one time.

He decided to just lay back on the rock, make a pillow out of his clothes, and just let Zach do as he liked. He never expected him to be so forward. As soon as he had his back flat to the rock, the dragon repositioned himself. Keeping his snout tucked to Richard's groin, he awkwardly rotated the rest of his body, until there stomach's lined up. Richard, who had closed his eyes while thoroughly enjoying the ministrations, now looked up to see Zach's ass and balls swaying above him. He was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to do. He didn't have long to consider it though, because as he watched at the ruffled star wink at him, it quickly lowered towards him. Before he could even get his hands up, those hips dropped against him, and his face was pressed firmly into the cleft between anus and sheath. It was hot and musky, something so heady that it filled the air completely. The earthy aroma of male was something that Richard didn't have any experience with, but he didn't find it entirely unpleasant. He took a moment, trapped in that complete darkness, to simply smell his friend. It didn't take long for the scent to intoxicate him, and he wondered what other sensual wonders could be found here.

Richard parted his jaw and found soft, supple skin between his lips. His tongue reached forward, not even leaving his mouth before making contact with the generally tasteless flesh. He put a bit of suction on it, feeling it fall in and out of him mouth with his breathing. There was something incredibly arousing about the whole thing. Knowing where he was, what he was doing, who he was doing it with. But most of all, knowing that they would never be caught out here.

In the meantime, Zach was still eagerly sucking away at his member. He couldn't feel much outside of the dark, humid trench in which his face was trapped, but he could detect every twitch against his cock. The dragon had his entire maw wrapped around his groin, with his hot, wet tongue lapping firmly at his shaft and groin with irregularity. He didn't know if Zach had ever done this before, but it didn't feel like it. There was something arousing in that, too. Knowing that they were each other's firsts.

Richard released the sack from his mouth, and moved it vertically, where the dragon's anus waited. The musky smell came from there, mostly, and he couldn't help but push his nose right up to the muscular star. It expanded and contracted erratically, even closing around his nose and suffocating him in a hot, barely-breathable air. He had to yank his nose free, his mouth opening to cough and splutter in surprise. At the same time Zach dropped his hips to grind against Richard's face. The star met with his lips, and they ended up engaging sloppy kisses. Zach's hole tasty almost spicy, but brilliantly seasoned all the same. He couldn't get enough, and dove his tongue straight in for more of it. It was like making out, but without another tongue to wrestle.

The soft lips of the tailhole squeezed softly against his lips, and he squeezed back in return. All the while his tongue made wide circles inside the passage, touching every surface within reach. The dragons growls against his member were enough to know that he was enjoying it, and the extra vibrations made him enjoy it, as well. He was getting close, his muscles tightening in his groin as he tried and failed to thrust upwards into the war, wet confines. Zach did enough to bring his maw down to his level, and put on a powerful suction for his release. It was like he was trying to suck his juices out like a straw. With a heavy moan into the anus against him, Richard blew into Zach's mouth, his body locked from the intensity of his first blowjob. Months of pent up seed painted the inside of his friend's mouth in white, and the way that Zach was moaning right along with him, he was enjoying it just as much. He felt the pressure around his shaft change as all of his seed was swallowed, and then Zach slowly slid his lips down his shaft until it popped off the end. After exchanging a final kiss with his tailhole, Zach lifted that away, too, and stepped off of Richard and onto the grass.

"Wow," Richard gasped between gasps of fresh air. He slowly pushed himself up, so that he sat over the edge of the flat stone. "That was amazing."

Zach gave a sort of chirp of approval.

"That was so much better than jerking off," he continued. "I know that we're not supposed to...but we should definitely come back here and do this again. Thanks, man, for showing this to me. You're the best."

Zach gave another excited chirp before leaping up at him and wrapping him in a tight hug. It was awkward for the dragon to stand on two legs, but Richard managed to keep him upright while he wrapped his own arms up and over the scaly shoulders. With their stomachs pressed tight together, Richard could feel the dragon's still aching member pressed tight to his screen. It was large, hot, and unsatisfied, and he couldn't leave his best friend like that after what he'd just done.

"I have a place for you to put that," he whispered, and pushed himself forward to grind against the ridged shaft. He earned a shiver from Zach, who promptly released his hug and stepped down onto the grass. Now free to move, Richard slipped forward, turned himself around, and now kneeled in front of the rock. He used his clothing pillow to support his chest and head, and then raised his hips, presenting himself to his best friend.

He immediately felt hot breath rush past his exposed hole, and a few warm, wet licks roamed over his hole. But to his surprise, Zach was far more straightforward, and of more foreplay, he simply threw his body up and over Richard's back. He felt very small when his once smaller friend was now pinning him flat to the ground, and he felt even smaller when his engorged cock slide down between his cheeks. It took a moment of blind rubbing to line it up, but a minute later the tapered head of Zach's member came to rest against his puckered hole. Even with a tapered design, it felt too big for him.

"Please be gentle," he pleaded. "I haven't done this before."

He received a gentle lick on the back of his neck, and then it started. The pointed, much narrower tip of his best friend's cock began to spread him open. At first it was just strange, with muscles firing that had never been used before. But as another inch sunk inside him, it started to get painfully tight. He'd never realized how empty his bowels had been until now, when they were stuffed full of virile dragon cock. His member seemed to produce a natural lube, which spread itself all inside his rectum and filled the air with thick musk.

Another inched slipped inside, and Zach suddenly stopped as his first ridge bumped against the outside of Richard's hole. Now, the dragon began to pull his shaft back out, all the way to the head, and then push his way back in. Richard would his in pain a little bit less every time, and his hole would grow a little bit wider every time that ridge connected with his ass. Richard just laid his head on his pillow and tried to remember to breathe. Zach's cock was poking at places that had never been touched before, and he got a shot of pleasure every time it happened. The feeling of the dragon's soft underbelly rubbing against his back, and the helplessness of being pinned under the massive reptile, only added to his pleasure.

"Go faster," he moaned.

Zach gave a growl in response, and moved his claws up to get a firm grip on Richard's shoulders. He rocked all the way back, and then slammed back in, the first ridge passing into Richard's body and then stopping against the wider second ridge. Richard gave a loud shout of pain at the sudden intrusion, but it was almost overshadowed by the bolts of pleasure that rocketed up and down his spine. His anal muscles clamped against his friend in rolling spasms, which also made his own solid member bounce pulse against his stomach.

As Zach's rough pace increased, the second ridge slowly began to force his entrance wider. Twinges of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure as the shaft rubbed against him, making a fire in his body. On every backstroke, his passage would collapse on itself, only to be forced wider next time, when the shaft slammed back in. But it was going too slowly for Richard. He wanted more, right now.

"Harder," he said, and began to push back against Zach's thrusts.

On the next thrust, the second ridge slipped into Richard's body, bringing moans and growls to their mouths. The thrust after that brought him in to the third ridge. And the next one, the first that elicited a grunt of exertion from Zach, pushed the third and final ridge into his rapidly loosening bowels. After a rapid withdraw and powerful push, Richard gasped as warm, scaly hips flattened against his ass, and a heavy sack batted against his own. There, completely buried inside Richard, Zach stopped to recover. He licked and nuzzled affectionately at Richard's neck, while the tight passage gripped spastically at his cock. Richard could feel every pulse and jerk of the dragon's member, and suddenly felt very intimate with his best friend. He didn't have very long to dwell on these feelings, though, as Zach decided that he'd rested long enough, and began to drill him with renewed vigour.

Every thrust, now touching the deepest recess of his bowels, brought new heights to his pleasure. His passage was now soaking wet with natural lubricant and pre-cum, punctuating every thrust with a lewd squelch. The air was now so thick with the smell of powerful, arousing male musk that he wasn't even sure that a shower could take it off. The thrusts against his hips were now so powerful that his whole body rocked forward from the impact, adding to his feeling of helplessness under this massive dragon. And finally, every time Zach's cock ploughs through his tract, it rubs against this little spot, deep in the back of his passage. Every time he touches it, jolts of pleasure overwhelm his other senses, leaving him a quivering lump on the pillow.

"I never want this to end," Richard moaned.

Some kind of growl came from Zach in reply, and he could feel the build-up to the dragon's release. His thrusts became faster and more powerful, his nerves run so raw that he couldn't feel anything but a jolt of half-pain and half-pleasure. He felt a rumbling against his back as a low, constant growl rose from Zach's throat. After every thrust, the volume of the growl rose, until one final push buried the engorged, pulsing member deeper than ever before, and the dam broke loose. A loud roar pierced the air as wave after wave of hot, gooey seed blasted out into Richard's bowels. Each spurt of semen lost pressure, but it never seemed to let up. Finally, after 8 jets, Zach's balls were empty, and he pulled out. Like taking a cork out of a bottle, the built-up fluids inside of Richard all leaked out into the grass between his legs, sticking to the tall grass and pooling in the dirt. The dragon's warm belly left his back, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he could move again. With a groan, he managed to roll himself onto his back, and just lay there. Above him, Zach had his lips parts in something that roughly translated into a smile, or at least it was enough for Richard to understand. Reaching up, he wrapped his right arm around the dragon's shoulders, and guided him down to lie against his chest. The green-scaled head rested under his chin, and he reached up to pet his forehead tenderly.

"We're going to ace this assignment for sure," he said, closing his eyes, and drifting off to sleep.