FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"That's nothin', Rannik, my girl's been for over a week. I didn't even know mares could stay in heat that long."

"I thought so, but I didn't know they could, either." Rannik replied, grunting as he tugged at the plough behind him. It was early spring and the two were working on their farmland, prepping the fields for the summer crop. Rannik and Septun were neighbours and friends, and while they each had their own farms and families, they tended to help each other out as often as they could, helping each other plough fields and tend to the land. Rannik owned an apple and pear orchard, but Septun had three seperate fields for hay and other vegetables that changed yearly.

"It's hell, man. I ain't never been so rialed up in m'life. You know 'swell as I do that I can't have no fun with her, lest we get burdened with 'nother foal. We already got three, and they ain't no use as it is!" Septun was walking alongside Rannik, their massive muscular legs dragging the ploughs behind them. Each of the ploughs had a massive rock on top of them to ensure they dug deep into the soil, the contraptions attached to each of the stallions with a heavy duty leather harness.

"Well you know me. I don't plan on having kids for a while, so I'm completely out of luck, myself." Rannik said. "I mean we could have some fun, but if I know her as well as I think I do, something tells me that when she's in heat there'll be no stopping her."

Septun nodded and let out a deep, equine snort, shaking his golden mane as he did so; the blonde hair that covered shining in the midday sun. He was belgian, almost as strong as Rannik, who was a clydesdale. "Well, it's a shame she don;t wanna try it in the other hole, or we could have fun. Even she's sufferin'"

"It'll all be over soon, no need to...wait, what's that?" Rannik asked as he let go of the harness strap that was wrapped around his thick, black and white-haired upper body to point at the massive boulder that separated their fields. While normally a dark grey or even black, it looked like it was all covered in gold.

"I dunno. Let's go check it out." Septun said.

The two of them continued to drag their ploughs behind them, not wanting to waste a second of potential work time to investigate the sudden change in color of the boulder they used to chat when not busy. Their vision wasn't very good, so they had to get pretty close to the boulder to see the cause of the color change.

"Is that a dragon?" Septun asked, ears perked up.

"Looks like it. Big one, too."

"What should we do?" Septun asked, somewhat averting his eyes.

"I don't know, what do you normally do when you see a dragon?" Rannik had to raise his one white-floofed arm to shield his eyes from the sun and reflection of the dragon's golden yellow scales. The dragon was quite a bit bigger than the stallions, at least 20 feet long. It had two long, thin horns on its head and a row of smaller ones around the hinge of the jawbone. Other than that, the dragon was mostly featureless, just a quadruped dragon. Its wings were spread out over the boulder, almost entirely covering it and the dragon's tail was curled up to take in as much sun as it could.

"Well, normally I go 'damn, that be a hell of a dragon', then ignore it as it flies away, 'cause I ain't never seen one land."

Before Rannik could respond with a joke, the golden-scaled dragon shifted on the rock and opened one of its vibrant yellow eyes to stare right at the two stallions. "Well most people bow and get all flustered, but I like this better." he boomed, his voice deep and powerful.

Instantly, the two stallions fell to one knee, crossing one arm over their chest and lowering their head, the long mane covering their eyes. "Sorry 'bout that, sir." Septun apologized.

In this region, Dragons were considered to be like royalty, but it was so rare to see one, most citizens had forgotten all about the customs that accompanied a dragon's company.

"Oh don't do that." The dragon chastized. "Get up, there's no need to worship, I'm just passing through." He laughed a bit.

Nervously, Rannik and Septun got to their hooves, wiping dirt from their knees. Rannik had to ask. "What are you doing here, on our farm, my lord?"

"I'm nobody's lord, Rannik." The dragon asserted, and Rannik's ears shot up hearing his name. "No, I am heading towards the southern mountains, but I decided to have a bit of a nap on this wonderfully comfortable and dark-hued rock. We dragons must bask, you know, the sun is our life energy." He raised a claw to the sky and arched his back.

"H-how do you know my name?" Rannik asked, confused and a little worried.

The dragon shook his head slowly and pointed to the small hole underneath his horn that was his ear. "Dragons have phenomenal hearing, you know. I heard your friend call you Rannik. I also heard most of the rest of your conversation, I heard about your little...conundrum."

Rannik was relieved, he had thought perhaps this dragon was paying close attention to his life and liveliehood, like he was being judged. "Uh, what conundrum?" he asked.

"About your mares. A terrible thing to waste, a heat period."

"Yer tellin' me!" Septun laughed, whinnying gently.

"It's not all bad." Rannik Shrugged. "You have to be responsible, you know."

The dragon shook his head slowly. "Indeed, responsibility is in fact an important thing to keep, no doubt about that. However, I may have a solution for you."

Instantly, Septun's ears perked right back up and he clopped his hooves int he dirt. "Yer gonna use your dragon magic to make th' mares be in heat but not have no foals?"

"Aaaah, no." The dragon laughed heartily. "Contrary to popular belief, we dragon's don't actually practice magic. Even if we did, I don't think there's such a thing as a sterility spell."

"So what is your proposition?" Rannik asked, genuinely curious but more interested in getting back to work.

The dragon got up to all fours and pulled his wings in before sitting back on his haunches, tail flicking gently in the midday sun. "Well, I am here on your farm, far from any other of my kind. I've chosen a poor time to migrate, as I've just entered my own rutting season myself. What say you to a mutually beneficial agreement? I offer you release, and you do the same for me?"

"Release?" Septun asked. "You mean what I think that means?"

"Indeed."

"But I aint into no stallions, not even drakes." Septun protested.

"Me neither." Rannik added. "I'm not sure if we can help you, drake."

"How did you know my name?" the dragon laughed.

"Uh what?"

"Drake. My name is Drake. Drake Arson." the dragon introduced himself, hopping down off the rock and extending a foreclaw to the two stallions.

"I didn't know your name was drake, I just said...isn't a drake the name for a male dragon?"

"Indeed it is, Rannik. My parents weren't exactly the most creative when they named me." He kept his claw extended to offer a shake. Neither of the stallions extended their floofy forearms for a clawshake. Drake lowered his claw and brushed it off on his other foreleg. "Well, I understand the both of you are more traditional, but remember, I'm a dragon. I promise you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me and your mares."

The two stallions looked at each other, Rannik ran a hand through his mane. "It's not really about that, sir. Even if you were female, I'm not really all that interested in anyone but my mare."

"Isn't there something in your equine laws stating that you have to obey a dragon?" Drake inquired, knowing fully well there were laws in place that said all mammilians must adhere to a draconic demand.

"Well, yes, but I don't think the law exactly covers sexual favors. Pretty sure this has never come up." Rannik whinnied in defeat, knowing full well he still had to adhere.

"Aw, come on Rannik, it ain't so bad. I mean, I dun care for no drakes neither, but he is a dragon, I don't think anyone'd think less of us fer doin our civil duty. Besides, it's been more than a week of only bein' able to use m'hand, and with her stinkin up the place with her wonderful scent, it's been hell. I'll do it Drake!" Septun started to unbuckle his harness, leaving the plough in the dirt behind him. He tilted his head toward the drake while looking at his best friend. "Come on, it ain't so bad."

Rannik sighed. "I'm still not so sure about this, Septun."

Drake bowed his head and crossed one foreclaw across his powerful looking chest. "If it helps, I'll let the two of you go first, so I don't have the option of taking advantage only to run on you."

"That doesn't really help, there's still the issue of a dragon drake having his way with me."

Septun rolled his eyes and reached out to forcefully unbuckle the harness from Rannik's chest, forcing it to fall to the ground. The two of them were now compeltely bare-chested, wearing only simple shorts to cover themselves. "I dun wanna hear no whinin. You was just bitchin at me not twenty minutes ago 'bout needin a release, and your mare's only been in heat for two days. Mine's been like 10 days, and there are worse ways to relieve yourself. I mean, you could be off shaggin old Gil's cows, instead we have this regal dragon offering himself to us!"

"I have gold." Drake offered. "Mountains of it back home that I have no use for."

"I'm not a whore!" Rannik protested.

"Indeed not, but you are a farmer and a responsible stallion. Anyone could use more gold to help cover expenses." Drake looked over Rannik's shoulder to get a look at the plough. "I'm sure you could use better ploughs, perhaps automated ones, or maybe more land. Tell me, what do you need most? I could get it for you."

Rannik let out an equine snort and looked down at his white-furred hooves. "You seem awfully desperate to get laid. You sure there aren't others who you could badger into being your sex slaves?"

Drake's eye twitched as a puff of smoke billowed out from his one nostril. He wasn't angry, but he was a touch frustrated at not being able to get what he wanted. He wasn't used to mammals, not even equines, saying no to him. "Of course I could, I could easily get any mare, bitch, or pussy I wanted, but I like you two. You two are big boys and I'm a dragon. Do you really think anyone else would be a viable partner? Besides, you two have needs, I have needs, there's no reason we can't come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

"How much gold."

"A chest full of it. 5000 pieces. Each."

Septun's eyes lit up and he nearly fainted. "Each?!" His foals were starting to get very expensive to take care of; 5000 gold pieces would do so much to relieve him of his burdens. "Come on Rannik, you gotta do it! Do it for my foals! Do it for your mare! Do it for the farm!"

"Yes Rannik, you see that everyone will be happy." Drake added, the corners of his maw curling up into a smile.

"When will I get the gold? When will we get it?"

"As soon as I can get it to you. My home is about a week's flight away from here, so two weeks minimun. Perhaps a month."

"And what in the world makes you trustworthy? Who says you don't just fuck us both over and never return?"

Drake looked offended. "As a dragon, my word means everything to me. Also, if I really wanted it, all I'd have to do is hold you down and take it from you. I'm offering you an opportunity to go first, and I don't have to offer you gold at all, yet I am. If that isn't proof enough, then my friend I can't see what is." He hopped back up on the boulder and sat down on his haunches. One foreclaw lifted to show his moist slit between his hind legs.

"Come on, Rannik, dun be such a prude." Septun urged as he hopped up on the boulder himself, his massive hooves clopping on the rock surface. As he landed, Drake rolled over onto his side and exposed himself fully, the glistening flesh around his cloacal opening dribbling bits of fluid down his inner thigh. Septun rubbed his massive hands together and licked at his snout. "Don't need to make it a chore."

"You do realize that once you're done with him, he gets to do the same thing to you. Ever had something that size shoved up your rump?"

"Well, no, but..." Septun hesitated.

"I have. I don't think you'll like it at all."

"Why's that?" Drake inquired. "I've been with many stallions, not one of them didn't enjoy it."

Rannik's face twitched as he tried to think up some logical explanation why Septun wouldn't like being penetrated, but he was a believer that you shouldn't ever disregard something without trying it first. "I can't think of any reasons." He admitted. "Go ahead, have your fun."

"Will you be joining us?" Septun asked.

Rannik nodded slowly, "Just give me some time....I really have to get used to the idea of it."

"Suit yerself." Septun conceded as he turned back to the Drake, who was laying on his side with one leg raised, slit exposed. There was only the slightest sliver of a glorious red member slipping out from the golden scales, the pink flesh of his cloaca exposing itself. He could feel his own member slowly awakening inside his pants, the wrinkled flesh ballooning out as his girthy tip pressed against the inside of his pants.

"I see you're not as nervous as you think." Drake cooed, his golden eyes flashing in the midday sun. "Go ahead, my body is very, very ready." He exhaled a deep puff of smoke, his lower half writhing on the dark stone. He found his hips bucking forth gently to push a few more inches of his bright red member slipped through the pale yellow bellyscales. He pressed one of his foreclaws down on his belly just above his slit, rubbing gently to coax more of himself out.

Septun twinged a bit at the sight of the emerging cock, his own girth bulging out against the inside of his ragged shorts. He had to take in a few breaths to calm hiumself, but without conscious thought his hand gently untied the cord that was keeping his pants on. A moment later, his pants fell, catching on his bulging member before slipping down his legs. And onto the dark rock. He looked back at Rannik, who was staring up at him with a stoic stare, before looking back to the dragon's slit.

Drake rolled onto his back, tongue lolling out as he smiled at Septun. "Don't be shy, go ahead, it'll feel great."

Septun had to focus fully on the pink flesh of the dragon's slit, doing all he could to mentally block out the image of the thick draconic member pushing out just a few inches north of the hole he was aiming for. He closed his eyes and imagined his mare laying there on her back, legs spread and cunny split open, the juicy, meaty lips dribbling her own creamy yellow fluids. The image was so strong in his mind he could have sworn her sent was tickling his nostrils.

Eyes still closed, he stepped forward and raised a leg to mount the dragon's tail, the tip of his mostly soft member resting just below Drake's drippy cloaca. Septun was surprised to feel just how soft and tender the dragon's bellyscales were, so he found himself leaning down to massage the area on either side of Drake's opening. He took in another deep scent and found there was a bit of musk lingering in the air in front of him. He shook his head in protest for a moment, but he found that even the scent of the dragon's cock wasn't bothering him as much as he thought.

Curious and needy, he grabbed the end of his own member and pressed the bulbous head against the moist dragon's slit. He found his girth passed through the soft scales with remarkable ease, his head rubbing against the velvety flesh of Drake's cloaca. "Rrrh, wow..."

"See? Just like a mare." Drake cooed as he laid back, his head dangling over the side of the boulder.

Septun gritted his teeth a bit as he ground his hips downward, his hand guiding his stiffening member into the slit. His tail raised instinctively, the long hairs tickling at Drake's tail. "Well...rrf, not quite al lady, but I'll be damned if it's not..." He stopped mid-sentence to lean over, his weight pressing more of his cock into the dragon's slit. He was amazed at how tight it was; for a creature so big, his walls clamped down on the first few inches of Septun's member with surprising tenacity.

The blonde stallion kept his eyes closed as he rested his hand on his own hip and pushed in, inch after inch of his member slowly slipping between the folds, parting Drake's bellyscales as his cock invaded the deep and tight rump of the dragon. He could feel the reptile's heartbeat throbbing around his cock, making the hole a fraction tighter twice a second, massaging him. Over a foot of his member was buried inside the dragon, his median ring resting happily between Drake's belly scales but not smothered in the eager pink flesh. The velvety base of his cock was throbbing, veins gently pressing outwards to match the dragon's own rhythm.

"Rrrrh!" Drake roared, bits of liquid fire oozing out from the side of his mouth, and landing in the dirt before extinguishing themselves in a puff of smoke. His head was still upside down, leaning over the side of the rock. "To the hilt, little stallion."

Septun cocked his head to the side, opening his eyes to look at Drake. "I am not little." Indeed, Septun weighed over 400 pounds and was almost all muscle; not as well built as Rannik, but still a massive stallion in his own right. Taking Drake's assertion as a challenge, he leaned down between the dragon's legs and rest his hands on the massive belly in front of him. He was careful to not let Drake's tapered, ridged cock touch his chest, he still preferred to not think about it. After steadying himself, he began to buck his hips, pushing more of his length into the dragon's tight, smothering hole until he could feel the soft bellyscales pressing against his hips; he could almost feel the dragon's slit spread open to moisten his lower belly.

"There we go, yess!" Drake purred, hind legs clawing at the air. His tail tip was flicking, but he was careful to not buck the somewhat smaller horse off him.

"I'll show you little." Septun grunted as he began to thrust, the slick sloshing sounds of his cock pushing in and pulling out of the dragon's slit echoing off the rock. Every time he pulled back, a little bit of fluid escaped Drake's cloaca, dribbling down his tail and wettening up the stallion's belly and balls with every vigorous slap.

Septun could feel himself getting close to climax, his spongy head was filling up and widening rapidly. Equines certainly weren't known for their endurance when it came to lovemaking sessions; instead they were known for being able to have a go at it up to a dozen times in a row before being spent.

Just as his flare inflated to its full girth, the bulbous girthy edge pushing in and out of Drake's depths, massaging his flesh deep, Septun's one hand slipped and he fell forward, his chest landing square on the dragon's massive member. The moist length was covered in thick lubrication, soaking up Septun's chest hair. Instantly he lost his flare and he stopped thrusting. Drake's walls kept pulsing around Septun's length, but the stallion had lost his groove. The smeared fluids all over his chest broke his concentration and ruined the fantasy that he was having a go at his mare.

"Oh, don't stop!" Drake whined, his muscles tensing up to slap his member against his belly, anal muscles massaging the stallions still mostly erect cock inside him.

Septun slowly pushed himself up, not saying a word. His girth was still buried in the dragon's hole; it almost felt like Drake's rump was sucking on it. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly was able to get over it. He loved the sensation of the dragon's anal canal massaging him, and dammit he needed a release! He could feel his climax building in his sack, eager to jump out, if he didn't release soon, he knew an overbearing discomfort would emerge from his swaying orbs.

Throwing caution to the wind, he wrapped one hand around Drake's cock and used the other to balance himself against Drake's inner thigh. Once he was steady, hooves resting comfortably on the rock and his inner thighs gripping the dragon's thick tail, he began to thrust his hips with a vigor only a stallion could muster, his single hand trailing up and down the dragon's member, curling around its head and squeezing, a method he employed on himself often. His tail was raised, his back was arched, and his cock was a throbbing, rock-hard missile aimed right at Drake's fleshy opening. He could feel the plump round rim of flesh that was his own rumphile tense up as his flare engorged once again, dragging its massive rim up and down Drake's canal.

"Hold on a moment." Rannik protested as he hopped up onto the rock.

Drake glanced over at the massive black and white stallion, his head still lazily arched over the side of the rock; everything looked upside down to him. "No, don't stop him!"

Septun squinted out one eye to look at Rannik, not wanting to stop. He slowed his thrusts as he kept an eye on Rannik. He noticed his friend's pants were stretched out from a massive growth that had started in his crotch. Clearly the stallion liked what he saw.

"Step aside." Rannik demanded of his friend. Seeing how much fun Septun was having, Rannik needed a piece of that deliciously sensual hole before it was fucked sloppy.

"Nuh uh." Septun protested. "I ain't pullin out till I've filled her with mah load!"

Rannik was temporarily confused by the assertion that Drake was a she, but he shrugged it off. "Fine then, don't move." He dropped his pants and stepped over the dragon's tail just behind his friend. His member was emerging rapidly, pressing itself through the triangular slit between Drake's golden scaled tale and Septun's inner thighs. His memeber was a few inches longer than Septun's, and almost a full inch thicker in diameter, so it wasn't hard at all to push his own head up to the slit beside Septun.

"Ride em, Cowboy." Septun cheered as he continued to thrust. Bits of Drake's fluids burst out with every thrust, drops landing on Rannik's cock, slicking it up.

Rannik slowly began to thrust, smearing the bits of lubrication splattered on it all over, making it easy for him to slide it up and down the dragon's scales. The black and white stallion had to push his friend's raised tail to the side to press his own bod forward. He was grinding his hips gently against Drake's tail, but was finding his head wasn't staying anywhere near the slick hole that seemed so eager to let him in.

"Don't be shy, darlin'." Septun whinnied as he reached back to grab Rannik's hand to guide it between the blonde stallion's legs and to the dragon's slit. Septun leaned far forward, Drake's cock dragging down his chest so he could expose the slit to his friend. He knew that he'd never penetrate if he didn't have better access to it.

Oh my! Rannik thought to himself as he got a glorious look at the pink triangles of flesh on either side of his friend's cock, in between the wide golden yellow belly scales of the dragon. He took his cock head in one hand and aimed it at the slit right beside his friend's member, which had stopped thrusting to allow him in. Rannik could see Septun's median ring, exposed in the midday sun, a single trail of fluid dripping off it and onto Drake's belly. He felt so wrong, but the slick sensation of his cock covered in the dragon's fluids and the soft flesh of his bellyscales was far more inviting than he'd expected.

He remained still for only a moment before taking in a deep breath and leaning his hips forward, his hand guiding his cock into the tight hole alongside his friend. At first his hard member felt like it was just being pressed against a fleshy, flat wall, but as he continued to push, his rock hard member forced the dragon's walls to part, and he felt his fleshy, spongy head emerge into Drake's opening.

The golden dragon let out a powerful roar, more bits of the liquid fire spewing out onto the dirt, leaving patches of black char before dissipating in a patch of onyx black smoke. He curled his claws and released his muscles to let the two girthy horse cocks invade his depths.

Rannik tensed up, worried he'd hurt the dragon's tight hole, but it was soon clear that Drake was loving it. The flesh was malleable and forgiving, but it tensed to tightly on his member, it felt like it was in a death grip around his length. Reluctantly, he pressed forward, hand still wrapped around his median ring to ensure it didn't bend, and he felt inch after inch of the dragon's flesh part to accommodate him. Once he got his median ring in, he released his cock and began to thrust alongside his friend.

The two of them thrust in unison, not wanting to hit each other. It's only gay if balls touch.

Rannik could feel his friend's massive flare sliding around inside, dragging it's bumpy rim up and down the shire stallion's shaft, tickling at his own member. They continues to pump at the dragon's seemingly tight hole until Rannik felt his friend's flare grow firm as his tail flicked. HE knew what this meant!

Mere seconds later, he could feel Septun's cock tensing, his urethra expanding to allow a flow of cum to burst through and into the dragon's hind end, He could feel the warm liquid gumming up Drake's canal, making it even more slick to thrust into. Rannik wasted no time, he grabbed a hold of Septun's waist, thrusting vigorously.

His own cock dragged back and forth down his friend's cock, held tight by the tender walls that encased them both. His own tail flicked and his rumphole tensed as his flare exploded outward. He could feel the slit tighten up as his own shaft thickened; his engorged flare actually got stuck past his friend's still throbbing tip. He tugged on his member, but it wouldn't budge as long as Septun didn't move. He was trapped as he felt his own seed bursting through his urethra, exploding against the dragon's slick walls, mixing with his friend's to create a creamy concoction inside the dragon's rump.

Drake's hind legs flailed about, almost kicking both Rannik and Septun in the face. His tail curled to press both Stallions forward, their cocks being mashed into the dragon's slit, Septun's balls resting atop the base of Rannik's shaft. He stifled his final growl as the tight sphincter of his anus clenched down on their cocks, a wave of muscle contractions massaging them from base to tip, sucking the last drips of cum from their cocks.

One final clench by the dragon pressed the stallion cocks together and pushed them out. They were already beginning to go soft, pulling themselves back into their bodies as the sides wrinkled up. As their heads emerged from the dragon's slit, a stream of sticky white fluid poured out, a puddle forming between drake's bellyscales before overflowing and dribbling down around his hips and onto the rock.

"RRRRRR!" Drake growled as his pucker tensed up rhythmically, pushing out bits of cum. "Now that's a fun time!" Legs still flailing about int he air, he gently pushed the two stallions off him, urging them to get off his tail. Their still partially aroused cocks dragged across his tail as they stepped away, hopping down off the rock.

"Well...uh." Rannik said as he blushed. He saw a glimpse of Septun's member; it wasn't as big as his own, but it still looked like a tender, juicy treat to him.

"Yeah...can we keep this between ourselves?" Septun suggested. "I mean, ah needed that an' all, but...." he panted heavily, cock still dangling between his legs, a thick strand of his own fluid stretching down towards the dirt.

Drake rolled over onto his feet, still on the rock. He could feel more of the stallion's seed dribbling down his inner thighs. He flicked the base of his tail to close his slit, even though his arm-length, tapered and ridged member was still clearly visible, it's bright red flesh glistening in the sun. "Oh, this isn't over yet. I still need my release."

Septun leaned over to the side to get a better glimpse of Drake's package. "An' where d'ya think that bludgeoning weapon be going?" He idly rubbed at his own slickened member before reaching underneath his tail to cover his hole with his palm.

"Told you it wasn't worth it." Rannik chastized. "That....thing has to go inside one of us."

Septun's eyes went wide, his tail lowered between his rump cheeks. "Ah'm not sure if that's physically possible! That thing has to be as big as..." he held out his arm. "Least as big as my forearm, even bigger'n your equipment."

Drake smiled and hopped down off the rock, spreading his wings and shaking his body. "No worries, my stallion friends. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Rannik was about to protest when he smelled something very familir. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air, looking around until he saw something that made his heart sink and his cock crawl up inside him, leaving the wrinkled, velvety sheathe covered in lubricating fluid and horse cum. It was his wife, his own mare in heat. Beside her was Septun's wife. He tapped Septun on the shoulder and pointed.

Septun had the same reaction; his cock shriveled up into nothing, his ears dropped, and his eyes went wide. "Darling! I Swear..." he started as he walked towards her with open arms.

"Don't 'darling' me, Septun." She scolded.

Rannik held his hands behind his back and tried to look away sheepishly. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife in the eye.

"Listen here Rannik." His wife started with an incredibly angry tone.

Drake stepped back a few feet, contemplating leaving. He didn't mean to cause a problem, he didn't want to anger people.

"Rannik...you turn your little rump around and bend over for this here dragon."

Both stallions and Drake stopped in their tracks, shooting each other nervous glances.

"What'd you say?" Septun asked, holding back laughter. "Aaaha, Damn right Rannik, you gonna be Drake's mare!"

"Don't think you're getting away so easily yourself, honeybuns. You get your tail over there, and you better expose yourself for this here dragon." The two mares looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

Rannik and Septun stared at each other, tails held tight between their cheeks. Neither of them knew what to say or do, both were shocked not only that their wives were watching, but were encouraging it! Maybe they were punishing them, maybe they liked it, the stallions had no way to know for sure.

"Uh, pardon?" Septun asked.

"You heard me sugarcube, you walk your little buns over there and lift that tail. This here dragon offered himself to you, now you repay the favor!"

"But, he's huge..."

"Too bad, I guess you will just have to learn to live with that."

Septun held his hands over his rump and kept his tail lowered as he shuffled across the dirt to the boulder that separated their properties. He leaned his ass against the rock, a nervous blush spreading across his cheeks.

"You too Rannik, don't think you're getting away with this so easily." Rannik's mare warned.

"He's the one who wanted to do it." Rannik protested. "I didn't want to! Besides, looks like Drake only has one..." he paused to think of what word he wanted to use. "He only needs one hole, let Septun do it!"

"Nuh uh, you've got more experience around back, he'll need someone to practice on. 'Sides, you took advantage, now you repay the favor."

All the while, Drake was slinking down, trying his best not to interrupt the mares's lectures. Part of him was cheering at the thought of having their wives' permission, and another part of him was cheering even louder at the prospect of having an audience. Now instead of it being a simple release for him, he got to show off!

"M'ladies, thank you for your generosity." Drake said as he lowered his head in a gentle bow. "Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I have some delicious horsey rumps to ravage." He let out a puff of smoke as he said 'ravage',

Rannik and Septun were both leaning against the rock as though they were under arrest. Septun's tail was still tightly pressed between his rump cheeks, but Rannik's was raised high. Drake decided to take Rannik first, as he apparently had more experience.

The golden scaled dragon looked back at the two mares, who were sitting on the giant rocks that weighed down the ploughs with their hands underneath their dresses, before he got a good look at the stallions. He leaned down and buried his snout underneath Rannik's tail, his fire-heated breath moistening the stallion's rump cheeks. Curious, he gave the tender, round pucker a bit of a lick to moisten it up.

Rannik's back arched and his tail raised higher, the tips of the hair of his tail tickling Drake's face, neck, and horns. He sneezed a little before pulling away to whisper in Rannik's ear. "I hope you're ready for me." the dragon boasted as he hopped up, placing his front legs on the rock on either side of Rannik.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." Rannik whimpered, burying his head in his folded arms and hiding his face.

Drake closed his eyes and arched his back, spreading his wings as most dragons did, as he poked and prodded around Rannik's rump. He could feel his bulbous tip pressing against the stallion's cheeks, upper thighs, in between his legs, and even the underside of his swinging ballsack, but he couldn't quite find his mark. He continued prodding and failing, but then he felt someone's hand on his head, guiding it towards the tender, moist pucker. It was Septun!

Drake opened one eye to look at the blonde stallion, winking with a grin as he gently pushed forward. He could feel his cock pressing tightly against the flesh around Rannik's hole to slip to its destination. The dragon's member was long as tapered, with a bulbous tip about as big around as the stallion's own glans, but getting so much thicker near the base it had to be 6 or 7 inches in diameter! Every inch of it was lined with ridges that circled around its circumference, a feature he found amplify sensations in his dragoness partners.

With a pop, he felt is bulbous glans poke through the stallion's rump, the meaty rim of flesh pursing out to suck on the first half dozen inches of Drake's 26 inch long member.

Rannik let out a groan as he felt his hind end stretching wide, the fleshy pucker tensing up with every heartbeat. He had to keep his tail raised for fear of the dragon's slick cock attracting hair that would turn its slick, ridged surface into a grinding pad that would be very unpleasant to have thrusting in and out of him. He could feel his flesh parting for the dragon as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch of his member disappearing into the dark black flesh of Rannik's behind, the flesh stretching to accommodate the girthy invader.

Drake knew deep down inside he wouldn't likely be able to last long. Most of the time, Dragons were known for their endurance, but as he hadn't been with a dragoness for weeks and had been rutting for days, he knew he wouldn't last long.

The dragon's member continued to stretch the stallion's tight little hole, the powerfully muscled rim of his sphincter clenching down on the midway point of Drake's member, it was so tight it almost hurt, but the father he pushed in, the more he felt the stallion's muscles give way for him.

He could hear Rannik grunting and groaning under the pressure of the thick member inside him, so he slowly pulled out, his ridged member tugging on the stallion's inner flesh before emerging, a trail of draconic slime and precum drooling out the equine's tenderized rump. "Don't worry Rannik, I'll be returning to you in a moment." Drake whispered before shuffling to the side, standing over Septun.

"You don't have to, you know." Septun pleaded. "Ain't nothin' wrong with Rannik's ass, y'know."

"Perhaps not, but I did make a promise. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Drake reached down with one claw to raise Septun's tail, arching his back to poke at the tender flesh. He used just a single finger to guide himself where he needed to be; he felt his slimy and gloriously slicked up member press against Septun's hole. He didn't push in, he didn't want to hurt his little dragoness - er, stallion.

Drake was careful with his motions as he pushed his hips forward. He could feel the stallion's rump press itself inward, but not part for him to enter, so he pulled back before pushing forward again. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, pressing in as far as he could without having to force himself farther. Each gentle thrust felt just a little bit more of the stallion's tender flesh enveloping his rounded head. He could feel the slick, rippled insides of the equine rump teasing his urethral tip, but he didn't want to force it, so he pulled back.

Septun was still whimpering, but part of him was beginning to enjoy the sensation of a cock prodding at his ass, massaging his tender flesh but not ripping him open. He felt his tail raise a bit more with every prod until eventually Drake no longer needed to hold it up.

"There we go, relax little stallion." Drake cooed as he used his free hand to grab a hold of Septun's shoulder, a firm grip that allowed him to thrust deeper.

The golden yellow dragon arched his back and pushed his hips forward with a little more force, this time he felt the fleshy rumphole part, his cock slipping through the first inches of his tight rump to emerge into the stallion's rippled canal. His entire passage was tight as could be, so tight it almost felt like his girth was being pushed out!

Drake, worried about hurting his eager stallion, tried to pull himself out to give the rumphole a much earned reprieve, but he found his bulbous glans didn't want to come out. The stallions rump just pursed out, unwilling to let it go. He had to look down to wonder why he couldn't pull out, but just as he did, Rannik had wrapped his hands around the base of Drake's impossibly thick member, rotating his powerful hands around the dragon's tapered shaft.

Drake wanted to keep going, but the sensation of Septun's incredibly tight, virgin hole clamping down on his head and Rannik's hands massaging near his base brought him to the edge.

He felt his muscles tense up in a wavelike pattern, starting at his neck and tail before making its way down his spine and up his tail to converge at his lower torso, forcing a wave of cum to spew out of his member and into Septun's hole.

"Oh...heavens dear!" Septun moaned as he felt the hot, sticky dragon seed filling him up, giving him a feeling like he was being inflated, a water balloon filled with hot sticky dragon cum! He arched his back and pushed back, feeling the dragon's tip sloshing about inside him.

Drake continued to spew gob after gob of seed into the horse's rump, his cock tensing up and veins popping out thanks to Rannik's hands wrapped around its base. He had to turn his head to the side as he spewed out a stream of liquid fire, not wanting to burn his little stallion.

The two of them out out a hearty moan, Drake's a mighty roar and Septun's a vigorous whinny, his muscles tensing up.

The extra pressure of the stallion's rump pushed Drake's tip out in an explosion of cum, his ass feeling tender and sore, but the seed seeming to tickle him just right. The thick fluid dribbled out of Septun as Drake backed off, getting to all fours. Rannik let go and fell against the boulder beside Septun, panting heavily. The two friends shared a look at each other before cracking up in laughter.

Drake looked at the two and nodded, smoke billowing out from his nostrils and the corner of his mouth. His cock was slowly deflating and retreating to his sore and tender slit. He shook his hind end off and bowed to his partners. "I, Drake Arson, thank you for your contribution." He panted.

Rannik and Septun tried to turn to look the dragon in the eyes, but their legs were shaking, and they both fell to the ground in a heap, Septun on top of Rannik.

"Uh yeah, wow. Okay, no problem." Septun managed to squeak out.

"See, I told you it wasn't all bad." Drake laughed.

Septun rubbed his sore rump, his fingers getting coated in white cum. "Naw, not bad at all, huh." He looked to his wife with a smile. She smiled back.

Rannik's own hands trailed up Septun's inner thigh to find his rump hole; he pushed Septun's hand to the side and massaged it himself, revelling in the slickness of the cum oozing out of it.

Drake let out a deep guffaw. "Well, I guess I have a debt to repay." he laughed as he wiggled his hips, feeling the stallion cum sloshing around as his walls rubbed against themselves. "5000 gold pieces each?"

Rannik laughed. "Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary." He brought his hand up to his nose to sniff at the dragon seed.

"Oh, but it is." Drake countered. "I made a deal, and I believe I will see you soon." He bowed to the mares, then bowed to the stallions before spreading his wings and taking to the sky. Just before the horses were out of earshot, he heard them each exchanging their own mushy expressions of love, and something about the mares being proud of the stallions. He could feel bits of stallion cum dribbling out his slit as he flew, but he didn't care; let them think what they want down on the ground.