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Sweat drenched his fur beneath the heavy armor he donned; the very best the village offered up. Carrus struggled and failed to calm himself as his heart raced. Before him was the mouth of a vast cave and there was nothing but blackness to be seen inside it. He cursed his nerves. The beast would surely smell the fear wafting off him. The wolf pressed forward nonetheless. The entire village depended on him and he couldn't let anyone down, least of all, his girlfriend Deena.

A curse had been cast over his village; a shadow. Livestock went missing in the night but the herders and shepherds simply thought there was a thief in their midst. Soon though, the beast made its arrival in the valley quite evident. Property would be found in the morning smashed to bits; large amounts of earth would be shifted as thought it had come in for a rough landing, like the ground simply exploded. The beast was quite literally, circing overhead (as seen on some days), and the villagers were beginning to get restless. What if a loved one went missing next? Snatched and taken away to its lair high up on the mountain, where exists a great cave. It was then that the village elders decided a hero should be sent forth to deal with this menace. And Carrus made the perfect candidate.

He was built, and at over six feet tall, his presence was intimidating (or at least some of the older women in town claimed. Carrus wasn't sure if they really meant it or they were just teasing him. Nevertheless, he always kept his manners in check and smiled in return. Most of them were good friends of his mother's.). His father and his father before him were farmers and Carrus spent much of his youth drenched in sweat; his muscles aching as he worked hard in the fields to earn enough to keep his family afloat. He did his dad proud. The hard work paid off in other areas as well. He hated to brag but he had to admit that he looked rather good too. A grey wolf and as ordinary as they come, all his efforts had rewarded him with a rather polished form. The thought often came to him butt naked while he bathed in the stream, his defined muscles shifting to scrub out dirt in the moving water.

Today, he would be going through a trial of a lifetime. He would be up against a foe so great and deadly, he didn't know if he would be making it back home again. This was it. Over two hours of hiking up to the mouth of the cave led up to this moment. He paused numerous times but he always ended up going a little bit closer to the mountain, and then the cave. Carrus took in a deep breath and entered.

He felt like he was surely sealing his fate. His heart was pounding against his chest and his breathing was a bit ragged. His hand went for the hilt of his sword.

'Ah... it's about time someone showed up. I was beginning to get restless...' boomed a voice to his right. The thing that said it ended the last word with a sharp hiss.

Carrus' heart could've leaped out of his chest. He drew his sword a bit too quickly, making him dip to the right. He straightened himself and took a battle stance.

He could see a pair of green orbs staring at him.

'Oh, where are my manners? I'm sorry, it's been a while since I had some company over. Hmm... where is it? Ah yes!'

Suddenly, it was bright as day inside the cave and Carrus' eyes seared with pain to adjust. This was it, he thought. This is how I die. The thing would be swooping in for the kill. But then nothing came. His eyes fully adjusted without incident and he found his enemy resting in a pool of light, surveying him.

It was a feral dragon! And it was massive too! The village elders often spoke of them. They were something of a myth; strands in the textiles of folklore; the object of far too many songs and poems. Even as he was about to meet his doom, the wolf couldn't help but stare at it; studying it. It was such a majestic creature. The dragon took note his wandering eyes.

'Ah, I see we both have found something of interest...' The dragon didn't look like it wanted to rip his head off. Rather, it looked a little... pervy.

Carrus cleared his stuck throat and finally said something. 'Er... what?_' _

The dragon looked at him with amused, half-lidded eyes and a jagged grin. 'So innocent... It's actually cute. What's not cute is your motive for being here.'

Carrus gulped. This was it, he thought, this was really it. But the dragon's sheepish (pervy) grin didn't falter one bit.

The dragon got up and Carrus readied himself for battle again. The dragon rolled his eyes as he circled him. His head, along with his long neck dipped and rose as he scrutinized the wolf thoroughly. The dragon paid special attention to his crotch and his taut ass. Finally satisfied, the dragon rested on his haunches.

'My, my... You are a very fine specimen - very fine indeed. Most of the so-called warriors they send are middle-aged neanderthals who've had one too many beers. Don't know what it is you two-legs like so much about this "beer". It makes your midsections look like you're carrying young. Is it for appearance? It doesn't suit my tastes but... really, I'm nobody to judge. I tell you though, I like them lean and mean. Very much like you._' _

That caught the wolf off-guard. He wore a stupid look; a cross between shock, embarrassment and seriousness. The dragon simply chuckled.

'Oh, don't be surprized. You must've realized by now that I've taken quite a liking to you. Mmm... yes, you are a very handsome young man - tall, built, not a bad coat of fur, by the looks of it too, and submissive..._' _

Carrus opened his mouth to protest. The dragon clapped once with his fore-limbs. His armor and undergarmets fell off his frame all at once, landing in a noisy heap at his feet. He was butt-naked, his bare form exposed to the dragon. Carrus yelped. He bardished his sword, the only thing that didn't fall off him. His face was flushed. Oh God, I'm going to die naked and everyone's going to find out, he thought. The dragon would've raised his eyebrows if he had eyebrows.

'Very impressive. I must say, very impressive. Wonder how long it gets, though...' he said, squinting at his rather large sheath. He muttered what must've been an incantation and immediately, Carrus felt like he was being held in place, like he was tied to two poles. His feet left the ground and no sooner could he protest, that some very embarrassing sensations kindled in his loins. He couldn't help it and he groaned out loud, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson beneath his face fur. Try as he might, he couldn't stop his cock from coming out from its hiding place to stand proud at its full ten inches, knot and all. He tried to stifle a moan but it was pointless. What was going on!? He'd never been this horny, not even Deena.

'Oh, yes... Very, very impressive. Stud like you must get all the ladies or... men, if that's what rocks your boat. In case you haven't already figured out, I prefer the latter. I'm afraid the females of my kind are just difficult to to bump into these days, so I've adapted to a more... practical approach to sate my desires. Anyway, the females of my kind bitch incessantly about the most trivial things so that's really nothing to cry about,' the dragon rolled his eyes again. ' "Not commited; laying eggs is all you drakes think I'm good for," Lucky you, you probably don't get that where you're from. Anyway - I'm sorry, I tend to let my thoughts wander. Bad habit from being alone too much. - I'm ready to cut you a deal. And personally, I think it's a ruddy generous deal considering the circumstances.' the dragon sniggered and came forth to flick the wolf's cockhead, which was leaking a steady amount of precum. Carrus moaned and then looked away. His face would be glowing red if it weren't from the fur. He was just so aroused. He thought he would pop soon.

He brought his giant head up to his ears and felt his hot breath against them as he spoke almost lovingly. 'You're going to be my bitch for today. You're going to pleasure me as if you were an actual dragoness_.'_ Carrus' jaw dropped. Was he hearing that correctly? Pleasure him? Panic bubbled within him. The dragon continued, 'And in return, I will grant you riches... Generous riches. Oh yes, farm life is difficult and wouldn't it be nice to be able to kick back and relax a little more? Well, wouldn't it... _Carrus?' _

The wolf's eyes widened. The dragon pressed on. 'Big though I may be, I'm still no ordinary slab of meat. I can do things, I can know things. I can make things happen. I admit, I'm being a little irresponsible with my gifts but sue me...' The dragon roved a hand down his pecs and abs, through his soft fur and well-defined muscles, and then making Carrus gasp as his entire member was engulfed by his claw.

'I'm a generous guy and I promise you won't find another drake quite like me. I'll give you a choice. You can do as I say and go home rich and a hero for "defeating" the fearful dragon. I've found a different hunting ground and I will solemnly swear to never bother your charming little village again, if that's what gets your rocks off. You'll be famous! And Deena would be proud. She would be so proud, I think she might finally be ready.' Carrus blushed, if it were possible, even brighter. Things with Deena were slow and as such, he was still a virgin.

'Or... you can go home as you are: naked, with blue balls and awaiting complete and utter humiliation when the village folk find you trotting down main street with your tail between your legs and a raging erection bumping against those tight abs of yours.' The dragon eyed him. Clearly, he had the upper hand here. 'So... what will it be?' He squeezed his cock and it spurted yet another shot of pre into the drake's already soaked claw. Carrus whined.

Carrus realized he was still clutching the sword. He realized he could still move his arm around. He was defeated without landing a single blow. He considered his options. The first sounded a lot better than the latter, but-

'This will stay between us, and us only.' The dragon gave him a solemn look. Carrus realized the drake could read minds. He hoped he wasn't setting himself up for disaster. He let go of the sword and the impact echoed through the cave. The forces holding him up failed and he fell on both feet.

'Good boy... Or, should I say girl. You are my bitch for the rest of the day, after all. I suppose we should get aquainted. My name's Truce... It's a pleasure to meet you...' He made a rumbling laugh and fondled him some more. His claws were the size of dinner plates. The wolf whined internally as Truce let go of his hard cock and held up his wet and sticky claw to Carrus' muzzle. He got the message and began lapping up his mess, making sure to get everything. He had to admit, his own pre tasted bareable, if not, pretty darn good.

When he was done, the dragon backed up suddenly and laid down on his back with surprising grace. He spread his hind legs, exposing a slit. He beckoned him closer. Carrus paled and his virgin pucker tensed.

'Oh come on... We're not going to start with that. We'll play a little bit. You two-leggers enjoy this sort of thing, no? I want you to begin with your mouth. Honestly, I don't think it's difficult. Just... imagine Deena doing it to you, only... put yourself in her shoes!' Carrus gulped. Deena. He was straight! He liked girls! But here he was, about to pleasure a male dragon. Could he sink any lower? The dragon simply smiled.

'Fine.' Carrus said. The dragon stopped him. 'What?' He said immediately after.

'You're my bitch for today. You are to address me as "Master" or "Sir"'

'Yes... sir.' the wolf said, resigned. His erection still hadn't died and it bobbed against his abs as he knelt in front of the slit. He stared at it and started lapping at it. The dragon groaned. It was a distant but massive sound, like the sound of a boulder crashing at the base of a mountain in the distance and smashing into pieces. Carrus blushed. This was too freaky. He'd seen males naked before but he'd never gotten up close and personal with their _goods. _Carrus went at it faster, pushing through his haze of thoughts. He thought that if he could get this guy off quickly enough, he wouldn't need to do any more degrading things. Even as he thought that, he couldn't help but marvel at how great the big guy's pre tasted. It was a cross between sweet and salty and Carrus found himself lapping more enthusiastically. And then there was the smell. The dragon's musk was just thick and masculine... He couldn't be liking this, he thought. He couldn't, but he did! The dragon's slit parted ever so slowly and the pink pointed head head of a massive cock began to emerge. Carrus nursed it as best as he could and found himself having to shift his position as the thing slowly extended to its full length. Carrus' eyes widened in shock. It was about the size of his whole leg and it was leaking pre like a small stream, effectively covering him in the stuff. He really hoped he didn't have to take it up his sacred orifice.

'Like what you see? I thought you would.' he looked down and chuckled at the wolf's red rocket, which was still up and hard. It was miniature in comparison with the dragon's drakehood. 'Now, get off me, girl!'

Carrus looked up surprised and then stood up. He caught himself laping up the remaining pre on his muzzle and mentally kicked himself.

'On all fours.'

He complied. Truce too got on all fours and moved behind him. Oh shit! Carrus thought. His guts tensed for fear of being violated by a giant dragon dong. But the dragon knelt low aligned his muzzle so that it nudged the crack of his muscly ass. A warm burst of exhaled hair against his pucker made him raise his tail. His tail was up! Like a bitch about to be mounted. About an hour ago, he was a proud young man, with his looks and his small town manners and a girlfriend and now, he was a dragon's bitch. He was naked, on all fours and about to have his sacred orifice violated by about four feet of male dragon. Right now, the dragon was doing a good job of exploring his tail end. His tongue bathed his hole and ocassionally his balls. Carrus inhaled sharply as his tongue passed through his tight opening and explored his passage. The dragon's claws roved over his muscly form, kneading his tighs and his cheeks. He shuddered. It felt good!

The dragon fed his passage more and more of his tongue. Carrus moaned loudly, unable to help himself this time. Oh shit, he thought. He could almost sense the dragon smiling behind him. His tongue tested the same place again, elicting another audible moan from Carrus. The dragon continued to tongue that spot within him, making Carrus buck and jerk uncontrolably. The dragon had found his prostate. This time was sure he was going to pop soon. Suddenly, the dragon pulled out, elicting a rather effiminite whine from Carrus. He blushed. His hole just felt so empty now.

'Does missy like it when I poke that special place?'

'Yes, Master,' Carrus said. He wasn't lying.

'Well then, show me how much you like it. I want you to play with yourself. On your ass.'

Carrus complied again. He clutched his cock like he did so many times over when he was alone and feeling a little hot. He was going to give this dragon a show, Carrus thought, when a claw shot forth and smacked his hand away, leaving his cock leaking and needy.

'Girls don't have pointy sticks between their legs! Or iddy little balls.' Carrus grimaced as the dragon flicked his sack, which had recently expanded. 'Oh no, girls like it in their holes!' And with that, the dragon plunged a digit into his anus. Carrus howled, both from pain and pleasure. The dragon lifted him off his tush and his passage clamped down tightly against his digits. The sudden intrusion made Carrus' eyes cross in pain until the dragon found the little pleasure button within him again. Carrus was in ecstacy.

'Show me now, with your clit.' The dragon lowered him to the ground and unplugged his fingers from his hole.

The dragon backed away to watch the show. Carrus stared at his digits. Not once had he ever thought about stuffing things up... there. Well, first time for everything, he thought. He pushed in a digit, parting his tight ring. His insides were slick from the tongue bath earlier. He searched for it. How ridiculous he must look, a muscly stud of a wolf, naked and fingering himself for stimulation; completely ignoring his dripping, ten inch cock which throbbed with his heart beat. His passage was beginning to get irritated from all the poking around he was doing in there. Then he found it, and good God did it feel good. He moaned, forcing a second digit in there. His cock spurted a shot of pre right at his face. He went on for about five more minutes, completely forgetting about his cock as it spurted jet after jet of pre on his face and front, effectively wetting his fur down and highlighting his hard pecs and abs, and how they shifted as his arm worked hard to finger-fuck himself.

'That's enough.' The dragon called out. Carrus almost forgot about the dragon, his Master for the day.

'Evidently, little missy likes it up her butt hole a lot.' He smiled.

'B-But I'm still not ready to take all of y-your's, Master!' Carrus said, his voice cracking as his eyes darted to steal a look at the dragon's hard-on. It was still as huge as before, if not bigger. The shadows obscured his view.

'My, my, already thinking big, are we? I don't recall mentioning I expect you to ride daddy's pole. But since you insist.' Shit, Carrus muttered to himself. 'Well, you're ambitious. Want to prove you're the biggest slut in the valley, no doubt and I admire that. But first, I think we're going to have to practice first.' He smiled and then clapped his hand.

The room around him became brighter. Carrus thought he was on the surface of the sun. Carrus fixed his watering eyes on the source for all of the glorious light. His jaw dropped. Treasure! He was surrounded by it; the stuff stretching out as far as the eye could see. There were sand dunes of glittering gold coins, crowns, treasure chests... There was just too much of it. If the dragon had somehow decided to give it all to him, he would need multiple lifetimes just to get it all out. The dragon meanwhile, was far less impressed. In fact, he looked positively bored; hunched over and sifting through a pile to Carrus' right.

'Hmm... Celtic... Roman... Egyptian. I know it's here somewhere!' Truce muttered to himself. He dug through the pile more forcefully, making the items scatter and clang noisily as they connected with the hard floor. The soft gold! The perfect jewells! Carrus flinched and jump to catch a priceless-looking goblet laden with deep green emeralds as it soared over his head.

'Ah here it is! I knew it would be here. Spent a better part of the last three centuries organising this lot.' Truce grinned and held up a very familiar-looking item.

It was a massive horse cock; almost as big and as girthy as Truce's. It was familiar to Carrus, because the feral stallions on the farm got a little raunchy sometimes. He noticed. The thing before him wasn't as small or fleshy. It was rather, a stick that had been expertly carved to look like one... and then dipped in gold, laden with jewells and finished off with intricate carvings that probably took a skilled craftsman an entire lifetime to finish once upon a time ago. Truce set it down before Carrus.

'Crafted in Egypt by the renowned craftsman, Maerus at the request of the Pharoh Huntakafrie himself. Naturally, the ancient Egyptians thought he was a bit... off. Very little of him, if anything in the history books. It has a built-in valve and tank for spurting stallion semen at a push of a button - collected fresh before every use. It's empty now, unfortunately but enough facts, get to it, girl,' Truce ordered.

The wolf hesitated, but only for a second. No good backing out of the deal now. He was about halfway through this now. He hoped. It was HUGE. He looked between his legs nervously as he braved up and aligned his star above the massive pole. He actually had to stand up on his toes to reach the slightly flared head. This thing's going to rip me apart, he thought. Truce, with his mind magic abruptly conjured up a pot of olive oil and kneeled down low to help Carrus lube up the luxury play toy.How thoughtful, Carrys thought. Truce only smiled between his legs, glancing up at Carrus' still-hard cock as it drooled pre. As he got up, the tip of the dragon's massive tongue brushed the tip of his cockhead, taking with him a sliver of pre that was dangerously close to dripping off. Truce winked and then backed up to watch.

Never would he have considered humiliating himself for money or posessions. Carrus had his dignity, after all. He definitely would've said 'no' if another male had asked him to strip and impale his tight virgin hole on a luxury dildo if this were any other day. But this wasn't any other day. This was his day. This was a day that could change his life forever. He thought of his family... (no) and then quickly shifted his thoughts to Deena. He thought about the life they might have if he pulled through this. They wouldn't have to worry about money so much. And his pups, when it finally came to having them, would live a better life than him and his forefathers. They could go to school and get a real education. Carrus grimaced. This better be worth it. He couldn't imagine telling his kids one day, "Daddy met a fierce dragon one day in the mountains and agreed to be his sex slave for a day so that we could have nice things." Nope, he couldn't. Regardless, he slowly lowered himself over massive gold pole.

The resistance his tight anal ring put up was titanic. Carrus grunted from the force of sitting down on the thing. But as soon as the flared head made it through, Carrus sucked in a breath. It went right in, the expensive oil eliminating almost all resistance. He had to sink his foot claws into the floor to prevent the thing from going right through him. Carrus took a couple of deep breaths before slowly lowering himself down on it again. His taut cheeks swallowed the length in stride. Truce produced a low rumbling laugh as he watched the studly wolf take the horse cock. Carrus' cock jumped every inch he sunk. Finally, he couldn't take anymore. He had gotten a good foot of it up his hole. This is no good, Carrus thought. He rose up and started to ride the pole, gritting his teeth through the pain. He needed to loosen up if he was going to take the dragon.

The dragon meanwhile licked his chops as he watched. He had to wear a cockring to keep himself from cumming as he stroked his massive member. The wolf was delicious. This Adonis of a wolf was taking it up the no-hole for Truce's pleasure! Truce thought Carrus put up a marvelous show; even better than when Alexander the Great once rode the same horse cock a forever ago. Gods, he was tight.

Carrus doubled his efforts as he felt a familiar feeling start to swell within him. He gripped his knees for balance as he prepared himself for what was to come.

'Ah, shit!' Carrus bellowed as he sunk another inch within him. The hard wood was making his wood hard, that was for sure, but it was unyielding. This was going to take a while, Carrus thought, whimpering as he did. Truce didn't mind though. They had all the time in the world.

Some time later,

'Oh, pretty. Very pretty. Just like a real bitch.' Truce sniggered.

Carrus blushed as he emerged from the changing room the dragon magicked into existence; donning women's lingerie. A delicate and expensive-looking bra hugged his hard male pecs hard. Carrus thought the thing would snap at any minute. But that was nothing compared to what was going on below. The almost comically miniature panties Truce had given him with the set did nothing to hide his erect wolfhood. There was just no conceivable way to conceal it, so resigned, the wolf let it press against his abdomen; very much visible and wedged in place by the string-like band of the lewd piece. His toned rump looked bare in it. Jewellry adorned him, along with a long, flowing semi-transparent scarf to complete the look. The dragon gave off another rumbling laugh as Carrus tried and failed to not look at himself. The gleaming treasures acted as quasi mirrors, forcing him to look at what he'd done to himself. Carrus whined. As Truce had claimed, he did look very feminine, if a little butch. He looked like a harem girl!

'Alright, enough games. It's time to begin. You ready, girl?'

'Yes, sir,' Carrus muttered, making him think of the teasure and everything else that would come out of this. He just had to hang a little longer.

He started to dance, or tried to. He felt foolish twirling around with the cloth. Also, there was something missing; something he thought was unnecessary but apparently, the dragon thought different. Carrus yelped, trying to scurry away to hide behind a gleaming bronze statue, but he was stopped by a wall of scales and a reproachful look. An ensemble had suddenly materialized in a circle around him; a greater audience to his humiliation. Carrus covered his crotch and blushed. Slowly, he realized something. None of them cared. The Arctic Wolf nearest to him continued to strum his sitar, without so much as a crooked grin. They all just carried on playing, unfazed by the presence of a large male wolf in women's undergarmets. Carrus glanced at Truce. The dragon wore an expectant look. Carrus took several deep breaths before allowing himself to get lost in the rythm.

He once chanced upon a live show in a neighboring city. It was something amazing to a degree. Carrus wasn't much to appreciate this sort of thing but the dancers on stage; two contract workers were just excellent. They were large and male, like he was. They looked like they spent their other days hard at work on the fields. But the thing was, they were graceful. They made intricate swoops and twirls, mirroring each other. Carrus tried to picture himself joining them; a third dancer.

'Goodness, you're good,' the dragon suddenly boomed out, making Carrus trip on his own feet. The ensemble vanished, the ghost of the last chord echoing throughout the cave.

'Absolutely amazing. You must've done this before.'

Carrus blushed. 'Um... no, I haven't.'

'I find that hard to believe,' the dragon pressed on.

'Beginner's luck, I suppose.' Carrus said, suddenly finding the ground to be very interesting. He was good at dancing! He couldn't be. He musn't be. Nobody would ever let him live it down that he danced better than some girls.

'Anyway, speaking of lucky...' The dragon lightly shoved Carrus so that he landed on his bottom.

'Wha-'

'I think it's time we wrap this thing up. You've gotten me all hot and bothered.'

'B-But I'm not ready!' Carrus resisted the urge to scream in horror at the sight of the dragon's massive shaft as it bobbed between his legs. It was still as large and intimidating as it was before.

'Oh, I think you are. Just relax...' Truce towered over him. Carrus yelped as he felt the head of that little monster nudge his used opening. The only thing protecting him was the thin material of his lewd panties. 'Brace yourself... this might hurt a little.'

'AAAAAAAA_AAoooohhhh,'_ Carrus' scream morphed into a moan as Truce's member tore through the seat of his panties and penetrated him, passing through his loosened anal ring without much difficulty and pressing against his prostate as it made its way deeper into his passage. This was it. If it didn't count before, it did now. The wolf had just lost his anal virginity.

'Damn, you're tight, girl!' Truce grunted somewhere above Carrus. Carrus moaned. He was in ecstacy as the massive dragon started to ease himself in and out of Carrus. Carrus spread his legs a little wider to accomodate the dragon. This was a million times better than the dildo, Carrus thought. While the stick was stiff and had no give whatsoever, Truce's member was hot and slippery. And while it was hard as steel, the skin was soft; almost carressing Carrus' inner walls. The mighty rod pulsed within him, teasing him in all the right places.

'Faster...' Carrus moaned. A small part of him was turning away and blushing at his predicament. Did he honestly just say that? Regardless, the dragon obliged Carrus' request, upping the tempo by just a notch. A millenia of self-control. That was all that was keeping him from completely rutting this he-bitch. Carrus had gotten Truce really hot and bothered. True was dominating this straight, big male wolf; popping his cherry. None of his previous encounters aroused him this much. And the boy was liking it! Carrus moaned some more beneath Truce.

'Oh Gods, deeper... ' Carrus moaned openly. He really ought to shut up. Another male was taking him and Carrus thought there wasn't any way he could sink any lower than that. But it just felt too good. It was wrong. A part of him recoiled at how intimate the beast was being. But the other half of him was too lost in pleasure to care. And Truce was being gentle about it all; easing his way in between the wolf's spread cheeks; likely taking his well-being into consideration. This drake really was different, Carrus thought. Carrus was left wanting as the dragon abruptly stopped. He yelped and flailed his arms as the dragon suddenly rolled over onto its back, taking the wolf with him by his shaft. Truce reclined on one of the larger piles of gold. Carrus looked behind him, wondering if he had done something wrong.

'Um... look. You've come a lot further than I thought you would. And you're also quite the cock sleeve. No offense,' Truce added at Carrus' outraged look. 'You smaller guys are lots of fun but I hate having to always watch what I'm doing. Last time around, this other guy was puking cum for a whole hour and bear in mind, I was filling him from the other end, and that ain't pretty. So I guess I'm saying... would you ride me? I mean, go at your own pace.'

'Okay...' Carrus said, blushing as his mind cleared a little and the realization dawned upon him that he had about a foot and a half of dragon dong crammed up his straight tail hole. Oh, fuck it. He'd come this far to stop now. Plus, it's only gay if you touch balls and Carrus didn't think that would happen any time soon. He still liked girls. As if to accenuate his point, he ripped off the female garb, leaving him bare and naked in all his glory. Carrus started to pump the dragon's massive member, wincing as a few more inches vanished up his no-longer virgin pucker. He was tired. He wanted to go home. Go home to Deena. He just wanted to wrap this up at this point.

He pictured meeting her the day after, perhaps near the stables. She would be beaming with pride. Carrus moaned and Truce responded to his efforts with a deep rumbling sound of approval. Deena would say the words that played over and over again in the spaces of his mind. She was ready.

'Yeah...' Carrus moaned as he was lost to his thoughts. He pumped the massive cock faster. She would lick his sheath, coaxing his member out and Carrus would grin at the look on her face when it reached its full size. Carrus' insides were starting to protest but it existed as a mild ache thanks to the surges of pleasure he was feeling. Truce was hitting him in all the right spots. Deena would bathe his length with her tongue; teasing him before engulfing his member in her hot maw. After the foreplay, she would back away from him before giving him a show of undressing out there in the outside. Then, she would bend over and raise her tail, exposing her tight folds.

It was too much for Carrus. He'd only just lost his virginity. It would take practice for him to go on a little longer. He howled as he came but at the same time, he groused at himself for allowing his fantasy to end before it got good. He came hard; the hours of teasing finally reacing its crescendo. Potent wolf seed went everywhere. A wild buck on Carrus' part sent a jet of the stuff coating his jaw.

The wolf clenched as he came, making the dragon follow suit shortly after. Truce roared, making the wolf flatten his ears submissively. The sound was titanic; reverberating throughout the cave and Carrus thought he heard a crash far away in the darkness. He pictured stalactites falling from the ceiling.

The dragon almost launched the wolf off his member as he came. Copious amounts of dragon spunk hosed the wolf's insides. Carrus' belly swelled a little but mercifully, there was a break in the seal somewhere below, allowing the thick pearly stuff to leak out like a small stream over the dragon's crotch and the treasure below them. The dragon came for what seemed like forever. Carrus belched. He thought he could almost taste the ghost of something salty. Carrus looked down at his slightly distended midsection and hoped his insides weren't ruined.

'That... was amazing... You did well, girl.' Truce huffed. A small part of Carrus that wasn't focused on keeping himself from collapsing out of exhaustion, beamed with pride. He managed to tire a dragon!

Truce eased himself off the pole. He had to stand on his toes again. He winced as the slick, leaking head left his passage; coating his rump and back in some more dragon jizz. He was going to be sore in the morning, Carrus thought. He yelped as he slipped, trying and failing to righten his balance. He landed painfully, face down and ass up.

'Ain't that a pretty sight?' The dragon gave off another of his rumbling laughs. Carrus grumbled and blushed as he felt the stuff oozing out of his used hole down his sac and legs. Carrus tried to collect the remains of his dignity and rightened himself, straring straight at the amused drake.

'Ah, right. As I promised... feel free to help yourself to whatever catches your fancy.' The dragon groaned and yawned as he settled himself down on his belly and made an attempt to curl up, muttering about old age before hiding his massive head behind a wing. Was he going to sleep? Carrus shruggeed and grabbed a sizeable bag that had suddenly appeared before him. He smiled and immediately started shifting gold from the nearest pile into the bag. He tensed and clenched his cheeks at a sudden pang of pain; the price he paid for such spoils.

He turned to leave, heaving the heavy bag up over a shoulder. The gold in it chinked gently, making the corners of his mouth rise up. He was about to exit when he realized something was missing.

'Um, Truce?'

'Mmh?' the dragon grunted behind his wing.

'Where are my clothes?'

'Safe...' Carrus could almost see the smile on the drake's face.

Carrus looked outside. It was already late. The bastard had timed this. He'd planned this all along. Carrus stifled a growl and straightened up to continue on his way. He seriously hoped nobody would be waiting up on him. He took a step forward and yelped as something thin welted his right butt cheek. Turning around, he caught Truce's tail dragging along the cave floor to join the drake. 'Sexy...' he said teasingly. He couldn't see it, but Carrus knew the dragon was definitely smiling.

Naked, cold, heaving a sack of gold and with cum still dripping steadily out of his used hole, Carrus descended the mountain. He needed to get home first, so he took the longer way around; missing the village's main buildings in the process. He stopped at a stream to clean himself, even rubbing leaves and earth into his pelt to get rid of the strong male scent of the drake. Satisfied, he continued on. Gods, he felt cold. His loins were frozen. If they found him, he hoped his crotch would still be presentable, and that the townsfolk would think their saviour was still adequately endowed. Presently, he was at half mast.

He sighed in relief at the sight of his house; dark and empty. His family was in the town's square, awaiting his return. He lit a lamp as he entered, lowering his spoils to one side. He smiled despite everything that had happened at the sight before him. His clothes were indeed safe; folded neatly at the doorstep.

'He's here! He's home!' The sound was distant but it was clear enough. People knew he was here.

Frantic, Carrus dressed. Piece after piece went on but he couldn't finish dressing in time as the front door once again shot open. He only managed to dress his lower half but he was lucky he managed get anything on at all. Torches were lit, illuminating very familiar faces. Everyone was there, swarming the house. They were silent.

'You look like hell, boy.' A village elder commented.

'So is it done?'

'Yes, did you get it? It won't come back again?'

'Yes... I did get it. It won't come back again...' Carrus looked down as he spoke. He was somehow clutching his sword again. He'd forgotten it back at the cave. It was caked in blood and his bare chest fur was matted, like he was in a violent scuffle.

Everyone was cheering for him. People hugged, people cried. And Carrus tried to play along, while painfully aware that the seat of his pants was slowly bleeding through with dragon spunk.

*_I'm planning on a sequel to this. Something that'll see Carrus get some from both sides from the fence. :P Anyway, thanks again for reading! _