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Dr. Black wiped his brow ineffectually at the heat of the afternoon. The drive home had been sweltering since his AC crapped out. He knew that he should have taken his car into the dealership, it was new after all, over his lunch-break but the results of his latest feral breeding programs were simply too enthralling. A delivery sandwich was all he could manage as he went through the piles of statistics, 'mother' physical status reports, and genetic analysis summaries.

So now he had to drive home in the heat. Not having sweat-glands made it all the worse and his black fur, short though it was, made him feel like he was baking in his own skin. Though despite all this, he heaved a huge sigh of relief as his home came into view. His heart sank almost immediately as he remembered that there would be no one home when he arrived. After an afternoon of hard-core science, hasty lunch, and reviews of breeding programs, Mace wanted only to get something tasty and then blow off his ample steam with someone even tastier.

Unfortunately his mate, Stryfe, was away on business. A conference with some big-wigs over eight states away, and Stryfe had to be there to present his project and sit through dozens of lectures. Worse yet, with the time-zone changes he would probably be preparing for bed at this very minute. The sun, at least, would be down where he was; not like the blazing death orb still hours from setting on Mace's part of the world.

I wanted to be pampered, he thought to himself as he parked the BMW in the spacious garage, I wanted to stop being 'Dr. Black' for a night and just have someone there. Someone to...

Mace tromped down the lengthy driveway, a dark cloud hovering over his head as he went. Stryfe wouldn't be back for a week. Grumpily, he realized, this meant he was going to either have to go 'solo' or cheat. Of course, cheating had never really been cheating where he and Stryfe were concerned. They both were swingers, and beside all that Stryfe knew just what kind of escapades Mace could get up to with his "breeding programs". But just like cheating on a diet, every now and then one needed a good slice of cheesecake.

Worse yet, Mace thought as he panted in the heat of the late afternoon, his hand reaching for the stupidly-painted black mailbox, everyone I know is busy this week!

His dark mood stopped the minute the burning hot mailbox lid fell open. Inside was a package, non-descript and brown, that crowded out everything else. Besides this was a single envelope, a card by the look of it, nigh-crushed under the box. Mace's eyes brightened as he wedged the package out of the spacious box. Luckily, he had demanded an extra-large mailbox for home delivery of science equipment, and now it served him well.

Package under arm, card in hand, Mace no longer paid any attention to the heat. Excitement built even further as he glanced at the address stamp. It was from "Bad Dragon®"! What made it all more titillating was that the card was addressed from Stryfe and had the explicit instruction "Open First" in large, scripted letters.

The package thumped to the table as Mace sliced the envelope open. Mace could feel himself stiffening beneath his clothes. So turned on by now, he could barely wait to read what the words said.

Dear Mace,

I know how you feel about me being away, so I thought I'd get you something to keep you company. Give it a thorough work-out and we'll see what you've learned when I get back. Oh and, by-the-way, save some for me if you can!

Stryfe

Fingers trembling with excitement, Mace tore into the brown paper package. The box underneath was plain cardboard, but within were the true prizes! Shiny black with raised red letters spelling out Bad Dragon® across the tops, the smaller parcels gleamed in Mace's eyes. Half a dozen small boxes, each identical, contained little bottles of their trademark Cum Lube. All in all it was about 2 liters worth. But underneath those boxes was the thing he sought from the very sight of the package.

David the Werewolf.

Well, that was what the company had named it anyway. It was in a box more than a foot long, and several inches thick. The box hinged open, revealing the realistically colored toy in all its glory sitting in fitted foam. Mace had to take a few steadying breaths before he prized out the magnificent dildo and held it up to the light. The silicone scent told his nose a story of its newness; freshly made just for him.

'David' was a full foot long, from tip to base, and over three inches wide at the bulbous knot. Getting it in would be a hell of a stretch, but Mace grinned in primal satisfaction that it would be a task he would relish. Stryfe might not have been quite so large, not that he was in any way small, but he certainly knew how to relieve Mace's boredom!

Turning the rigid tool over in his hands, Mace realized that there was one additional feature he had not immediately noticed. Of course, when he did he shook his head and felt a fool. Why would Stryfe have included half a gallon of Cum Lube if the faux-cock didn't have a cumtube?! For just a moment Mace forgot all about maturity and scientific seriousness and allowed himself a childish giggle.

This is going to be so awesome, he thought vivaciously, playing with the tube and the ejaculator.

Wasting very little time, Mace made his way toward the bathroom with his latest acquisition. He tried not to run, but his excitement saw him bounding down the hallway, stripping clothes as he went. Excitement, arousal more aptly put, had his own wolfish cock springing out as soon as he stripped off his restrictive underwear, poking at his navel as he bent over to remove them fully. At a whim he stood, looking into the mirror in the bathroom.

His own penis was of modest size... at least that's what he told himself. Truth be told, "modest" underestimated it by a fair amount. Still, it wasn't as big a "David" was. A wolfish grin crept up Mace's cheeks as he lowered the toy down, side-by-side to his own member. David might have a couple inches, he thought, But I don't get penis envy.

He slid the silicone dong against his own, imagining the werewolf if he stood before him. The big bad werewolf would enjoy a bit of frotting, he thought, before heading on to the main event. Especially when ol' David found out that the 'main event' was a bigger surprise than he thought. Though Mace presented himself as male to the outside world he did have a penis after all, the world didn't know about the special treasure he reserved for only a privileged few. Reaching down under his ball-bag, Mace's smile broadened further as he felt his delightful secret.

Mace ran his fingers along his sensitive, wolfish labia, teasing the puffy triangle of flesh even as he stroked his toy against his cock. "Hermaphrodite" the scientific word bubbled up in his mind, reminding him how different he was from the average people wandering about the world. Only a tiny percentage of people had hermaphroditism, and even the vast majority of them had only one portion fully developed, if at all. Mace had won the genetic lottery, in this case, by having a complete set.

Maybe he had tweaked his 'genetic lottery' winnings with clever genetic science but...

His cock twitched at the sensation, snapping his mind away from creative genetics and biology. The masturbation, excitement, and his own mirror image had brought him to the vinegar strokes that preceded climax. His hand rubbed the two phalluses faster as he bit his lower lip in delight. Tingling tension flushed through his nethers as he went, especially when he slipped a finger inside his eager vaginal opening.

In a rush it was all over. With a clench of muscles and barely a grunt, he came, sending spurts of his milky white seed jetting onto his mirrored image. Lines of cream dribbled over the toy and on the reflection of his hands. Some of the tension felt relieved as he took a few steadying breaths, but the aching in his loins had not fully abated. His cock might have been satisfied for the moment, but he had other matters to attend. And looking at his jizz-streaked toy, so did David.

Mace had been toying with the idea of a bath to wash off the heat of the day. Having the new 'playmate' around would have certainly added to the pleasure of it... but just now he had no intention of getting all wet. Well... not that kind of wet. Speaking of his loins, he could feel they were already sopping with arousal, slickened by his desire to have that rigid rod well within him. Eagerly he plopped himself upon the toilet seat and spread himself open.

The toy teased at his labia, the pointed tip parting the triangular mound and tickling with its gentle passage. His face went from smiling to concentrated and back to a perverse grin as he worked the head around the entrance of his tight peach. It was certainly bigger than he normally took on and as firm as Bad Dragon could make it. For a moment he doubted whether or not he could fit it all.

Mace bit his lower lip and his eyes widened in lustful determination. The upside to a wolf's penis was the taper it had, making it easy to get in. Still, the head was quite wide and the determined smile turned into gritted teeth following deep, quick gasps as he met the widest point. It was as wide as his hand, but unlike four fingers in a line this was the same width all around. With fingers, he could flex them, but this was like getting fisted from the get-go! Luckily Mace had a fair bit of experience over these things.

It was a stretch, but after much work and the lucky jar of lubricating jelly in the medicine cabinet, the head was finally in. Mace heaved a sigh of relief, though the toy still sat uncomfortably within his vulva. He gave a moment for his insides to adjust to the girth and then slowly, satisfyingly, slid the length in. The shaft was a good ten inches long, if not more, but with the first push he didn't even reach the knot on the thing before he felt the jolt of bottoming out. Mouth now open, tongue lolling out among his happy grin, he took a bit to enjoy the incredible feel of the smooth silicone phallus stretching him out.

Soon enough his insides adjusted to the almost too-wide intruder sliding along within. He had to focus on staying relaxed and loose since even his biology would only go so far. But never-the-less, a vagina was built to handle quite a lot and now his had an awful lot to handle. Sliding the huge fake dick in and out excited his every nerve, setting him panting as the pace quickened.

Being a hermaphrodite definitely had its advantages. Angle the shaft one way and it hit a spot of pure pleasure that jolted through him, angle it the other way and another spot was rubbed. Males only had one, females the other, but between them was pure bliss. A tiny part of Mace's mind felt sorry for those poor single-gendered folks who would never know the difference.

But within that, another thought occurred. So far, only one hand was pumping that delicious rubber shaft into him while the other gripped on to the seat, trying to keep him from slipping off and flying away in ecstasy. That hand could be put to much better use, he thought as he reluctantly let go his grip on anything solid and wrapped his hand around his own cock. A few experimental strokes told him that a few more minutes of "cool-down" was needed before he could be fully responsive there. In the meantime, he had more he could do still.

Mace gasped aloud as his fingers found his clitoris, resting at the top of his wolfish pussylips and pushed out from its normal hiding place thanks to the shaft stretching things out beneath. A new surge of enjoyment swept him as the diddling of his love-button enhanced the experience of being thoroughly fucked. His tongue bounced with every powerful thrust of his wrist and his head hung back on his shoulders, lost in pleasure.

The first orgasm hit, sending his vaginal muscles clamping and quivering around the too-large invader. So hard did he squeeze that he had to stop playing with his clit to hold the shaft well inside himself, lest it be shoved out and launched across the bathroom. No, he thought, if he was going to cum with a dick inside, that dick was going to stay inside and give him another. No sooner had the orgasm subsided into aftershocks was Mace back at it again.

He loved post-cum fucking. Everything always felt so incredibly sensitive, and now was definitely no different! His every nerve was alight as the shaft slide back out only to thrust once more within. It was like someone had hooked up electricity to his playtime and every movement sparked. Again and again he drove himself to the next thrust, now biting his lip in concentration to keep from losing control.

It wasn't until the small of his back met the toilet seat that his mind snapped back to reality. He had been pumping himself so hard, so much that he had slid himself down without realizing! Laughing to himself, he pulled out the toy and righted himself, surprised at how he was panting. That toy was heavier than it looked and took a lot more energy to work it in and out of his pussy than normal. On top of it, he had been so excited that he inadvertently had been going all-out when, perhaps, a slower approach would have been at least less tiring.

"Woulda been better if I had loaded this damn thing first, too," he chuckled to himself.

Standing up reminded him just what he had been doing only moments ago. Every step felt like he had just gotten off a horse... well something like that, he chuckled to himself with the amusing afterthought. After cleaning himself and David, he wandered out to the table where the rest of the Bad Dragon equipment lay. His sheath was just beginning to stir with renewed arousal as he picked up one of the pints of Cum-Lube. Straightening, Mace stretched himself, relishing the feel of a post-orgasmic body.

The instructions for the cum-tube were simple. A long bit of plastic piping connected to the special hole at the base of the toy and ran back to a nozzle. He could connect a squeeze-bulb or syringe (both included, he found happily), to that nozzle so he might simulate a realistic ejaculation.

Mace could hardly wait.

Excitedly he popped open the cap on the Cum Lube bottle and squeezed a small drop onto his finger. That's odd... still warm, he thought as he smushed the drop with his thumb, real slick, but sticky too. He took an experimental sniff. How did they manage to get it to smell just right?

It was so realistic, he almost wondered if someone had been playing a prank. Of course, immediately his rational, scientific mind took over. Obviously it was warm because the package had been delivered in the middle of the day in the middle of summer. The things that chemists could do with esters and other artificial flavors and odors were amazing; hell, he had made banana-smell in organic chemistry when he was in college! And to top it all off, all they had to do was milk a small sampling of pheromone and impregnate it into the mix... so easy his grad-students could do it!

Satisfied that rational science could account for this interesting substance, he allowed his mind to drift back to its arousal. He could hardly wait to see if it would all come close to the real thing. What really made him hopeful was the fact that everything would be just about the right temperature. Filling the tube with the bulb attached, he trotted happily back to his room.

It was a large bedroom, to be sure, but right now it was empty. Stryfe had never failed to make the room feel just right, cozy even, but whenever he was away Mace always thought that the room was cavernous. Luckily, excited as he was, he barely noticed. In a couple bounding strides, Mace crossed the room and leapt onto the king-sized bed. Laughing to himself he reached down to caress his already wet and somewhat loose pussy.

One hand rubbed at his vulva, teasing the folds and roughly manhandling his clit, while the other stroked both David and his own cock together once again. But somehow the cock-rubbing was just not what he wanted right then. The pheromones, the life-like scent of the Cum Lube had captured his attention completely. He wanted that big ol' cock in him again. He wanted to be mated and bred and filled.

At the same time, his own biology was working against him. He could smell his own arousal. He could smell a female taken by that masculine scent. He wanted to have his cock buried in some warm, wet, tight pussy. This conundrum lead to Mace switching hands, pressing David against his eager snatch and moving his free hand to jerk his prominent cock. The sensation of working both of his parts simultaneously was nearly overwhelming, shocking his mind with more feeling than a single person should rightly hold.

Luckily, Mace had plenty of experience in working both his parts at the same time. While he'd never truly get used to the sensation, at least now he could cope with it. He already felt like he was being worked over by two lovers, and he hadn't even slipped the toy in yet!

Despite his previous use of David, Mace's vaginal muscles had already gone into tightening. His arousal was plain, but his body simply didn't care to remain stretched out like that. The natural elasticity of his vagina, however, made putting the remarkable dildo back in that much more pleasurable. David filled him, stretched him so much that he harkened back to the days of youth when he had first allowed cock inside. It was almost like being a virgin all over again.

As large as David was, Mace had considerable trouble matching his pace stroke-for-stroke. His own member simply wasn't as large as the monstrous lupine shape invading him. Though he tried to thrust faster, there was simply too much, too thick, for him to make any serious headway. In the end he settled on a nice pattern that worked the toy in and out for about four strokes of his own meat. Something about patterns had always appealed to Mace when it came to sex.

As much as he was loving the experience, he found himself wishing for just a little more. The toy was wonderful, but it didn't breathe, it didn't hug, it didn't sigh or moan. This was only the barest disappointment as Mace continued to pleasure himself, pushing that fat silicone boyfriend deep within himself. He barely cared now whether the toy bumped his cervix, and in fact was starting to enjoy it. It was a bit painful, it was true, but most of that was a perverse and even pleasurable sort of pain. The worst of it was that he hadn't even managed to get the knot in yet!

Mace felt his own dick growing hot and tingly in his hand, followed by a tightening in his loins that heralded orgasm. So too did his vaginal muscles surge, ready to bear-down and grip that plunging cock within and milk it of its sweet man-juice. Panting heavily and groaning nonsensically, Mace hung his head and prepared as best he could for a ground-shaking release.

A howl of wolfish delight ululated from Mace's throat as the dual-orgasm hit, setting his body alight. His own knot ballooned in his tight grip as his hips jerked forward spasmodically, sending jets of semen shooting away from the bed. At the same time, he shoved the toy in as far as he could, crying out with gasped breaths as his tight walls gripped as hard as they dared around the firm rod buried within.

A thought penetrated the orgasmic experience, and with that thought Mace released his penis grabbed up the bulb that connected to the toy. With a squeeze, the first warm jet of fluid flushed into him. Amazingly, the toy even seemed to swell as he did, pushing his already stretched limits just a satisfying little bit further. Warmth flooded deep within his belly as he squeezed another jet of fake jizz followed by yet another. The only way it could have been better was if someone had grabbed him and held him tight as they flooded his womb.

The bulb empty and his energy spent for now, Mace flopped onto the bed, surprised that they toy didn't just go squirting out of him. Checking with his hand he found something to surprise and shock him. He'd somehow gotten the knot, the three-plus inch wide knot, of the dildo inside firmly enough that he had tied to it. An experimental flex of his pelvis confirmed that the tip must be buried in the tiny opening of his cervix, stretching it beyond what he had ever imagined.

As gingerly as he could muster, Mace gripped the base and extracted the toy with a lewd, wet "PLOP!" Seeing how the toy could never deflate its knot, Mace didn't like the prospect of it getting stuck inside. Still, his own muscles had resisted as they would around a normal, biological cock-knot. Trying to hold the penis in while shot after shot of spooge was dumped within.

The toy free and his fatigue rising; Mace flopped onto his soft bed. It took him a full three minutes to get his breath back under control, but even then he felt like he'd been hollowed out. David had really taken it out of him, and he wondered idly whether he would ever get used to it for anything more than short bursts. Obviously he was much more comfortable with Stryfe, and it just wouldn't do for his lover to feel dwarfed by his over-stretched orifices.

But as he lay recovering, he couldn't help but think about what he would do next with the toy.

***

Jade laughed heartily at Mace's recounting of that first day, several weeks ago. As the days had gone by, the retellings had become more and more extravagant and unbelievable. Though he may have over-exaggerated, there was little he could reasonably do to overstate the actual size of David. Between swinging from the ceiling and feeling like his head would break through the wall, he still kept the toy at roughly the same size.

"...I tell ya," Mace continued, "I got the whole thing in me, and my god was it something."

"I'll bet it was," Jade chuckled, "You've been jawing on about it for an hour already."

"No, seriously! It was friggin' in my cervix," Mace insisted, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "and it's barely been twenty minutes. Besides, you asked about it."

"Alright, alright, I believe you." Jade conceded, still amused.

"Nah, nah. You gotta see it to believe it!"

"Mmmm, I like where this is going," Jade purred, "You mean you actually brought it?"

"Sure did! Thought we might give it a test run. Stryfe is out of town for another week with that conference, so I've got lots of 'play around' time. You know how he is, he'd rather have me occupied than going stir crazy or turning into a workaholic."

Without further explanation, Mace retrieved David the Werewolf's box from among the pile of things he'd brought over. Jade had always been a long-time partner and friend; being of the only other hermaphrodites Mace knew of and being sexually open about many things only added to their relationship. Luckily for Mace, Stryfe was nothing of the jealous type that so plagued many other 'open' relationships. The fact that with two herms as his friends, his options were more open than any was just an added bonus.

Jade's eyes lit up as Mace hoisted the huge dong from the box. For a long moment he simply stared at it, taken by its sheer size. It wasn't as if he weren't familiar with large phalli, but there was something awe-inspiring even with his experience in seeing one so close. Mace's descriptions had been florid, but nothing really drove home the concept like having it right there.

"You got that all in you?" he asked incredulously.

"Sure did," Mace said proudly, "hurt like a bitch the next day... but it was sooo good. You wanna give it a try? I promise I won't take it further than you're set to go. I've even got..."

Mace trailed his word off as he lifted up a bottle of Cum Lube for Jade to see. He gave it a couple of exaggerated squeezes just to see what looks Jade would give toward the idea. Idly he handed over the bottle to the aroused looking dragon-cat, holding the dildo teasingly out of reach. As Jade took the bottle, his eyes jumped momentarily in surprise.

"Is it... always warm like this?"

Mace thought for a moment and realized that, yes, it had always been warm no matter where he had left it. The stuff had just never cooled off. After the first time, though, he had paid it no mind at all. After about three bottles of it, he figured it must just be a quirk of chemistry.

"I just figured it was like that. I mean they have self-warming lubes all over the market these days."

Jade popped the top and took an experimental sniff. His eyes nearly crossed and he shook his head as if to clear it.

"Are you sure you know what's in it?"

"Water, a few Parabens, Polyethylene Oxide..." Mace replied unsure, "it's all right there on the label."

Jade dabbed a bit upon his finger and, before Mace could protest, tasted it.

"Ummm... are you... totally sure you know what's in this?" Jade continued, a slightly worried expression crossing his face.

"Oh come on... what exactly are you..." Mace stammered, trying to be sure that Jade was joking around

"And... I wouldn't normally ask... have you gained weight recently?"

"Jade, seriously," Mace insisted.

"No, Mace, I'm being serious. This isn't real... I mean... it IS real."

"Real?"

"Like... this is actual real dragon jizz..."

***

Mace gripped Stryfe's hand as the pains washed through him. It had only taken six weeks for the eggs to develop fully; dragon eggs, as Jade had explained, developed for quite a while outside the body like a normal reptile. What Jade hadn't explained was that pushing these eggs out was quite a lot more troublesome than getting them in originally. It was like being double-fisted in reverse!

Mace gritted his teeth and groaned in desperation as the first egg crowned. He could feel it stretching him past his limit at it attempted to emerge. But for a moment he stopped straining and the bloody thing slipped right back inside! With a gasp of wasted effort, he took a few good deep breaths and pushed as hard as he dared, eager to just get the damn thing out of him! Out it came once again, straining against his poor stretched flesh. But this time, with a monumental heave, the egg popped free and into the pillow-filled basket waiting beneath.

"You got one!" Stryfe encouraged, his own pain radiating from a crushed hand, "That was great! Now let's get the rest out!"

Mace resumed his pushing, his brow furled as another contraction welled up in him. The first egg had seemed such a relief, but that moment disappeared as soon as the next egg lined up to emerge. The second was easier than the first; his tortured muscles already loosened up, but he wished deep inside that there had been enough time to recover a bit more. Two eggs became three, four, five, and six before Mace collapsed back onto the bed and let Stryfe's hand go.

***

Duke gripped the edge of the counter as his loins tightened. His toes curled, scraping little grooves into the hardwood floor with his claws. His hand stroked vigorously at the long pink shaft sticking out from his bare groin and his grunts served a percussive counterpoint to the rapid rhythm. Finally, his breath caught as the climax took him. Though his body tingled with the orgasmic release, he still kept jerking, rolling his fingers over the spade-like ridge of his big throbbing cock.

Jet after jet of creamy seed gushed from his spasming member, dumping a prodigious load into the waiting catch-tube he had waiting for just this occasion. Duke heaved a sigh of relief as his pleasure abated and stepped away from the cum-catcher. In two strides he had crossed the room to the mirror-polished silver tray upon which stood a crystal decanter of fine brandy and a set of matching glasses. The silver caught the black and red of his draconic scales and the glistening pink of his not-yet-limp dick.

Just after he had poured the drink, but before he had the chance to take a sip, a shiver raced up Duke's spine. This had nothing to do with his nudity or the cool of the room. It was a missive. A message from the world that told him an event had happened. After so long as CEO of Bad Dragon, and after so many schemes, it was clear what had happened.

He set down the glass and walked back over to the cum-catcher. Surprisingly he found that he'd filled this bottle up, eight ounces at once being normally a bit too much even for one of his size and sexual appetites. Still, when he removed the container and set it up on the rack of dozens of other bottles, all labeled Cum Lube he felt a quiet twinge of exhilaration. He'd done it again.

Satisfied that somewhere out there, another clutch of his eggs had just been born Duke, the Bad Dragon, returned to his snifter and took a congratulatory sip.