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Tehuantal blew out a long stream of smoke from his pipe, adding to the already thick cloud around him. His servants, the souls of priests that had served well in their lives, looked up at the dais that the winged jaguar deity sat upon with concern. Whatever they had been in life, they now wore forms that benefited their eternal service to the patron god of male sexuality: large black, winged stallions, with manes and tails that seemed to be made of flames that did not burn. Those few that wore loincloths had prominent bulges of large flared shafts and huge round balls- but for most, these were on display for any that entered the Lord Jaguar's realm to admire. Concern flashed across their faces: their lord was thinking about the mortals again. It had been almost a year since the trio of two dragons and a white tiger had become heralds of the Lord Jaguar-and still Tehuantal seemed preoccupied with them. Most of the "pony priests", as they were called by their lord, shook their heads and went back to their duties. Lord Jaguar had taken a special interest in the trio, but he had not disclosed why. When the time came for them to know, he would tell them.

Tehuantal was indeed thinking of the three males that had "trespassed" in one of his temples. The crimson dragon ranger Jaden, the huge black dragon warrior Trystram, and the former gladiator white tiger Ravgar. Lord Jaguar could sense danger threatening them, though its nature eluded the god. Like the smoke curling around his pointed ears, it was at once present and ephemeral. Tehuantal bared his feline teeth and snarled. Then, with a deliberate grace he raised a paw a waved it in front of his eyes as if to clear the smoke from in front of them. If any mortal had been present to see the lord's action, he would have been shocked to see that instead of the cloud parting and drifting away with the motion- instead a thin slice of the cloud moved away, shearing off like cheese cut from a block.

Lord Jaguar stared intently into the smoke, and his gaze was carried far from his eternal abode and onto the mortal plane. Sand, dust, heat shimmers...

Jaden would never understand the almost mythical status that many, hell most, furs assigned to his species. He supposed that there were few other species that could transform from massive winged quadrupeds to smaller winged bipeds. Or breathe fire. Or change into other species, as Trystram was sometimes found of doing. But the fact that Ravgar was not overly surprised by these features of dragonhood made it somewhat annoying to the crimson drake.

But, the status was assigned- and so now the trio was after a lost caravan that had been hauling a palm resin with the name of "dragon's blood" which was used in the making incense. As such, it was an extremely valuable commodity to the desert community of Dusand. The community was made up of fennec foxes, servals, and a few other fur species that did well in arid environments. But there was an undercurrent to the community that made the dragon wonder: and it had to do with that very question of money. To the ranger's long trained eyes, the city was too modest, too neat, and too free of those that wanted to take the easy road in life for the amount of money its resin brought in. A town like Dusand should have boasted as many pleasure houses and saloons as residences- but there was only one tavern, and it most definitely did not cater to the pleasures of the flesh. Jaden had instinctively hated the place, fearing that it would turn out to be one of those close minded places that did more than just frown on those that found love in the same sex. But the money the trio of lovers had been offered to find a shipment of resin that had gone missing was just too good. At least Tryst thought so, and Rav had agreed. So now, here they were out in the midday sun dressed in loincloths and their cloaks following a line of wagon and camel tracks. The two dragons were doing reasonably well in the heat, but Ravgar was beginning to collect sand in his fur and that wasn't letting him stay cool. So Jaden swallowed his doubts and went as fast as he could, even though the fact that the trail was so easy to follow left him even more nervous. After a long time, they came to a split and Jaden paused.

"What now?" Trystram asked, looking over the diverging set of tracks. To the warrior both trails seemed equal in depth. The big dragon stretched his wings so that his shadow was big enough to provide shade for Ravgar. The tiger slumped to the ground and was already uncorking his canteen. Jaden prowled between the twin trails, one breaking off to the north, and the other continuing on the diverted trail- the main road, which ran north to south, was behind them, with Dusand several miles northeast of them at its end.

"There's no difference between them," Jaden finally grunted, kicking the ground in frustration.

"Then we just have to follow them both," Tryst said as he unhooked a massive ax from his back. Then he looked at his smaller dragon lover with genuine concern. "Will you be okay to follow the new trail by yourself?"

Jaden thought about it for a long moment, while several competing ideas flowed through his head. He hated leaving his two loves behind: particularly Ravgar, with whom the dragon had developed a relationship that had him in a mentoring and caring position. The love he felt for Tryst was no less strong, but it lacked that element. Trystram the Black needed no one to "take care" of him. It made sense that the new trail was a decoy, and Jaden was the best tracker of the three- he would be most able to identify and deal with that eventuality. With a quick nuzzle to each other, the broke off down the two trails.

Jaden was worried now. It wasn't something that he had seen; rather it was something that he hadn't seen. There were no carrion birds anywhere- and that didn't sit right with the ranger. What it told him was that there were no corpses, but what that meant he couldn't tell. The dragon pondered it as he continued to follow the wagon tracks in the sand. That none of the guards would have fallen in the hijacking of the shipment that they were paid to defend was unbelievable. He could certainly believe that some of them could be in on a plot to take the resin, but not all of them. How was it possible to steal the shipment without harming those shipping it?

Suddenly, the nagging doubt that this was a trap returned to the dragon's mind. He suddenly regretted splitting up their group- something was very wrong. Even as he continued to follow the deep wagon tracks, the certainty that this was a trap grew in his mind. He broke into a run, fully convinced that he was following a false trail and worried about his partners.

Ravgar was not as experienced a tracker as Jaden, so he couldn't tell anything from the tracks that had so worried the dragon. So he just followed behind Trystram, his weapons ready for anything. After a few moments, Tryst pointed out the wagons up ahead and he picked up his pace. The two warriors ran as fast as they could, stopping only to inspect the wagons. Tryst went to the farthest wagon, while Rav took the last one. The big tiger put his paws on the back of the wagon and thrust his muzzle into the darkness of the covered wagon. The smell of dust and sand greeted his nostrils, and his eyes quickly adjusted to find the wagon empty. He slammed his paws against the wagon bed in frustration, before turning away. At least now they knew that Jaden was on the right track.

But even as his thoughts turned to his absent lover, Rav was stopped dead in his tracks by a pair of slit pupil, purple eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the former pit fighter knew he should be surprised by this, worried by the fact that any owner of such eyes could sneak up on him, but... such thoughts died stillborn. The tiger's worries faded- along with every other thought in his mind: all that mattered was those eyes. It all felt so right. All he had to do was look into those eyes, and all was right with the world. Ravgar just felt so good, just staring into those inviting eyes. The tiger smiled as the warm, calming influence spread through him seemingly coming from those eyes. Rav's body began to relax even more, letting his weapons (why did he even have weapons?) fall to the sand. He was feeling so relaxed, warm, happy, open. Obedient. Yes... anything the owner of those eyes said to him was the greatest idea ever... and so, so arousing. He should take his cloak off; there was no reason to be wearing his cloak. Why in the world did a tiger need a cloak? Rav undid his cloak and let it fall to the sand. The sun on his bare fur was so wonderful, natural- the way a tiger should always be. He stretched his arms and reveled in the warmth, just as the voice in his head told him to. Even with his eyes closed, he could see those purple eyes that his world revolved around, yes those perfect (shouldn't they be green?) eyes.

So consumed with those eyes and waiting for what the voice that came with them would tell him to do next that he barely felt the scaled claws running all over him, feeling his muscles, squeezing his rump, playing with his tail. But that was alright, it felt good... natural. He was used to it- it felt like Jaden's (who was Jaden?) claws running through his fur. Ravgar moaned a little, and the voice began praising him, telling him what an excellent specimen he was. The Prince would be pleased to have him. The tiger had no idea who the Prince was, but pleasing him sounded like the greatest idea in the world.

But first, it was time to relax. He was going to make the Prince happy, and that made him a good kitty. Good kitties needed to relax, to enjoy themselves- they didn't need to be tense when they went to meet the Prince. Rav knew he was a good kitty, and he knew just what good kitties did to relax. Without any hesitation, he hooked his thumbs under his loincloth and slid the unnatural garment to the ground. Good kitties had no need of clothes. His nudity revealed another sign that he was a good kitty as his shaft was fully hard, the exposed flesh feeling so wonderful in the desert sun. He purred to himself as those clawed hands explored his shaft, sac, and rump, the voice in his head telling him how much the Prince would love him. But first, it was time to relax: Ravgar obeyed the voice in his mind, the voice that came from those lovely purple eyes, and began to stroke his shaft. He fell to the warm inviting sand, as the instant his paw closed around his shaft it was the most pleasurable feeling he had ever experienced. Stroking himself off as his new masters watched was what he had been born for. He was a good kitty. Rav moaned loudly as he stoked himself, and reached a paw to cup his balls. This was what good kitties did, and not that he served the Prince, he would be a good kitty all the time. Finally, he could not contain himself, and moaned loudly as a shot of pure pleasure went through him as he orgasmed, spraying a thick stream of cum onto the sand. He slumped, exhausted and pleased. He purred to himself, licking his seed off his paw, like the good kitty he was. The warm salty taste made him sleepy, and his body began slumping to the ground. But before he could hit the ground, a pair of muscular arms took him under the armpits and lifted him up. Ravgar cooed like the cub he suddenly was in his mind, and wrapped himself around the serpentine body that lifted him and rested his tired head on the scaly shoulder. As his new master carried him to the wagon that would take them to meet the Prince, Rav saw two more serpent masters (one beautiful bipedal one, and one perfect one with a body that became a tail- just like the one carrying the sleepy tiger cub) escorting Trystram to the same wagon. Rav smiled to himself as he saw that Tryst had learned to be a good draggy too with his large shaft half out of its sheath and dripping, and was being rewarded by the legless master continuing to look in his eyes. How lucky the dragon was to get such treatment... to stare into those eyes all the time. But before the tiger cub could even think to complain, the master set him in the darkness of the wagon, and like the good kitty he was, he fell instantly asleep.

Jaden swore to himself. The wagon tracks had gotten deeper- immediately after passing a rocky outcrop. Whoever the thieves were, they were clever- but not clever enough. It would take a poor tracker indeed to miss that detail. The thieves had loaded rocks into the wagon or wagons to fool a pursuer into thinking that they had the resin cargo. For the dragon ranger, it was clear that he was following the wrong trail. But he couldn't give up, not yet. If he couldn't find the cargo he had been sent for, perhaps he could find out some of those responsible. But he was now sure that Tryst and Rav were in trouble- the dragon began to run after the trail.

Half an hour later, he reached another outcropping and in the lengthening midafternoon shadows was the wagon that he had been following. No one was around it, which was the final bell in the dragon's mind: this was a trap. The ranger unsheathed his twin swords and approached the wagon with all his senses on high alert. He noticed the lack of the resin smell instantly, but pretended to look in the back anyway. Even fully prepared, the dragon still almost missed the subtle scrape of scale on stone- but "almost" was still enough warning. The dragon wheeled on the ambusher, his swords leading.

To his surprise and horror, the ranger found himself confronting a dodging naga. The naga's serpentine body slipped away from the dragon's blade. It was a scaled, long body, completely legless- with brownish-red scales with redder diamond patterns running along the flexible spine, with half rings of an almost golden color separating them. Despite having two arms like other furs and dragons, the naga was unarmed and the only armor it wore was a coat of leather scales over its chest. Not much was known about naga culture, but among those that did study the limited knowledge available this kind of naga was known as an "enthraller". Jaden hissed in frustration as he worked his blades against the serpent, enthrallers were able to hypnotize others with their eyes and could inject victims with venom that made them even more open to hypnotic suggestion. Jaden crotched into a defensive stance just in time to block the wide strike of a crescent sword wielded by another naga- this one a biped that look very close to the crimson dragon, but lacking the wings and horns. The warrior was encased in full mail armor with the wide bladed crescent sword. Jaden went on the defensive working his blades to deflect the warrior's attack and keep the enthraller away. Neither had the hoods that some associated with nagas, but Jaden had heard speculation that only the royalty of nagas had hoods- but nagas had little to do with the other species. Much of what their interactions with other species seemed centered around making them servants of the nagas.

Jaden whirled his blades, parrying the naga warrior's blades before swinging around to slam his fist into the muzzle of the enthraller, sending it to the sand. Smoke was curling from the dragon's nostrils as rage consumed him, he felt nothing as he accidently met the naga's eyes as he brought the point of his sword down on the throat of his opponent and twisted, splashing blood everywhere. The other naga charged with a cry, but left itself open for the enraged dragon to slash its throat and send it down to join its dead ally. Jaden didn't bother to even see if he had actually killed his adversaries, he just took off with a powerful pump of his gray wings.

The dusk was descending as the dragon slammed down next to the abandoned wagon. As soon as the sand settled, the ranger's senses began to process what had happened. The first thing he noticed was the tightening in his loincloth as the lingering scents of tiger and dragon semen filtered through his nostrils. But following it was the dry scent of naga. There was no blood to be seen or smelt. Jaden walked over to an out of place object in the sand and located his partners' gear and their loincloths. Taken unaware, Rav would have had no chance and while dragons' wills were notoriously hard to bend, it seemed that the ambush had allowed them to put Tryst under as well. Frantically, Jaden searched for a trail. But it was too late: the coming darkness brought with it a sand stirring wind and all chance of tracking them that night was gone.

From atop a dune the dragon let out a roar of frustration and rage, but only the wind and the stars heard it. In the mortal plane, at any rate: in the realm of Tehuantal, the deity's favorite pipe shattered in the god's paw.