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In the faraway lands of Thaltus, ruled by the good king Klethir, summer had just begun. The grand castle was thoroughly decorated, and the surrounding area was in a great buzz, a great curious buzz. The entire kingdom was in exuberant, loud and colorful celebration. Everything could be found here, from simple colored pieces of clothing, to balloons, not forgetting giant ribbons and flowers. Petals were scattered everywhere, mostly red and pink white in color. The main building, a normally white limestone structure, had "blushed", attaining a white-red coloration. This was due to a substance present in the summer breeze of that area, which clings to the castle and reflects red wavelengths. The very air seemed to shimmer with a festive, laid back aura.

The smells and scents around the area gave away the big feast that would follow the great ceremony. The people had long ago gathered in a crowd so dense that heat and body warmth instantly began flaring up the area. Even the inside of the castle was bustling with preparatory activities, ranging from the setting of the stage to the preparation of the main figures whose presence was to be witnessed at the grand Festival of Renewal. The time of the year where a few select females were mated by a single mature male, usually belonging to the royal family, thus generation a clutch of eggs that would soon hatch into the next generation of inhabitants. This year, the chosen male was the prince, Daekyr. This was usually a motive of great pride for the chosen male, as it meant they had been recognized as the potential creator of strong and genetically apt descendants.

This was not the case for young Daekyr, whom had just reached sexual maturity. In fact, this celebration put great mental strain on him, because of one simple reason. The fact that the mating had to involve females, furthermore considering that this was purely for spawning purposes, made him feel nervous. So much so, that he had to ask his father for privacy. The young, sea blue feral dragon shivered with great concern. The implications of the festival echoed inside him, like a haunting nightmare given a hissing, terrifying voice. The thought...and to an extent, memory of mating a female turned his bones to mush from all the shaking. He had only had such contact with a female once, about five years ago when he was out for one of his usual strolls. And it didn't have anything nice. Not the beginning, not the duration, and most certainly not the end. Essentially, this cold winter morning, the young prince had stumbled upon a cave behind a waterfall, which he used to duck in for some time, to be alone. His time soured greatly when a rather brute green feral dragoness forced him to mate her in a rather painful way, afterwards just slithering into the shadows. His body and mind bore the mark of such an encounter, one that wouldn't heal so easily. The images and sensations of the dreadful encounter plagued his head and adhered to his memories as if they were glued there. Headaches began to sprout and rise from the depths of his subconscious, but he costly sent it away, his eyes giving off a stare of suffering and pain. His snout was rubbing up against the ground as he whimpered to himself, until a knock was heard on the door to his room, and the door opened to reveal his father, the King. In seeing his son's sadness riddled expression, the king wondered for a moment what could be ailing him, but in his already slightly disoriented mind he just chuckled and trotted near his son, his green scales reflecting the good illumination of the room, his proud red eyes not giving off the smallest sign of worry.

"Hey, son, let's go. We need to leave for the festival now. They are waiting to see who the lucky female is this year." Klethir added. Daekyr although shook his head, his lime green eyes meeting his father's in a watery, almost depressed state.

"Not at the moment, father...I need to stay here for a moment...would you please summon Kyron? I feel he's the only one who understands me at the moment..." the young prince requested of his father, who nodded with a shrug.

Not just because of that though..., Daekyr thought. He dug his head on the back of his forepaws, resting his weight on the floor below and drooping his ears before, minutes later, he felt a familiar, warm touch to his neck...it was Kyron. The prince immediately beamed with joy and looked up, fortunately confirming his suspicions. Kyron, the king's best guard, was an incredibly resilient and strong anthro, although wingless dragon. His bright yellow scales were always showing themselves off proudly, accompanying his curious yet knowledgeable brown eyes everywhere they went. He studied Daekyr's expression, every single detail of it, until he found the real reason of having been summoned. He sat with his back against a wall and wagged his finger so that the prince would sit in front of him. So the sea blue feral did, and sadly surrendered his head to the firmness of the anthro's chest, somewhat soothed by the beating heart. Kyron proceeded to rest a paw over the back of the feral's head, whom let out a soft whimper.

"...It's about the festival, is it not, Your Majesty?" Kyron knowingly asked. Much to what he expected, Daekyr nodded.

"It is...I just...can't mate a female. Not after what happened five years ago. I...just..." he said, his voice fading away in the midst of moans of sadness and pain, shortly after turning into a tearful crying, all the while Kyron did his best to hold him close, his head looming just over Daekyr's own, his tail softly wrapping around the suffering soul's waist, cradling him gently.

"I could read it in your eyes that day. How dreadful that unexpected event was. And when you told me about it...I knew it had been even worse. I might've been the only one to discover that fake smile. I'm just glad I did..." the anthro, not too fondly, recalled. Daekyr nodded with a crushed face. His crying had become almost unending. His mind felt like it was being tortured with every second of that memory. Kyron did all he could to soothe the juvenile, yet already extremely tormented soul. They kept each other company for hours on end, until night fell. Horns and drums echoed across the castle, and an orange, crispy light suddenly flared up and shone from apparent nowhere, and at the same time, everywhere. Daekyr's heart and mind almost blew apart into nothingness. The fateful hour had come. He'd be forced to do what disgusted him the most. Without being able to say a word, he left the room with a slow, dragged pace, until he arrived to the set-up stage, right at the entrance of the castle. His father, his people, even his guars stood in the massive crowd in front of him. The designated female, a brown scaled, pink eyed dragoness awaited him across the atrium. He launched nervous, slightly defensive stares at her, while peering into the crowd to find Kyron. He breathed out in relief as soon as he did. With a still seriously troubled voice, he spoke up.

"It is a true honor to be this year's chosen male. I'd heard tales of how this felt to the chosen before me, but only now do I feel how real it is. I shall do all I can to guarantee that our proud species...Our strong people...Our grand kingdom in granted another healthy and proud generation and therefore, a solid continuation!" the young prince shouted to the crowds. He managed to earn applauses and cheers with every exclamation, every sentence he gave voice to. Kyron and he both knew though, he would break down just as he was going to start.

How long will be proceed with this charade for..., the guard wondered. Just as he was done, an exceedingly strong onslaught of clapping, cheering and applauding began. He looked towards the prince. He exuded a proud smile, although his soul was falling, bit by bit. He saw that the male already walked with confident, light steps towards the waiting female. The brown feral smiled to him, the honor for her being no less than the male's proud would be were this event not the utter strain it was on him. He then tightly clamped his front paws on her hips, essentially mounting her, the light of flames and torches lighting the stage, creating a makeshift spotlight. Eventually, his body began quaking, his paws shaking, his body almost fully tensing up. He then, unexpectedly, loosed his grip on the awaiting dragoness, walking to the front of the platform with an angry, yet sad expression. Everyone exchanged stares, and his father even went as far as to call out.

"What's the matter? Get behind her right now!" his father ordered. Daekyr although stood his ground.

"...I can't do it. I can't do this. Not with what happened five years ago. Not how that event left me." He summarily excused. He then hissed and looked at his father.

"And you...you did no better than that vile female I met in the forest. You dismissed it as a bad dream, as a hallucination, an unnecessary call for attention. Neither you, nor the people, not even the guards cared or had enough attention to notice the nervousness behind my smile. You're the King, but you do not know how to care for your own son. Only one person, among the thousands of us, was minimally intelligent. Only one of us noticed there was something wrong, and only one person cared enough to talk to me after I subsided into my room. Only one of us grew concerned about my unjustified request for privacy. And that one...he stands among the crowd." He once more remembered. Daekyr proceeded to walk between the crowds. First, he pushed his father aside. Then, he barreled through the people with a slow, yet strong walking pace. Finally, he reached the guards' line and walked to the anthro, who stood right in the middle of the squad, his maw agape at the courage the sea blue one had just exhibited. Only then did he realize he was being approached. He knelt and bowed his head to the prince, something all guards were supposed to do whenever a member of the royalty spoke or even moved towards them. Daekyr patted his forehead gently, allowing him to take his usual stand again. Their eyes were in full contact for long periods of time, as if having a telepathic conversation, just as the crowd looked in awe.

"...That someone. That person who saw how crushed I was then. Kyron was it. Kyron was the only one who cared enough to check on me. Kyron...Kyron felt like the only parent I had from that moment onward. I've lost all possible attraction and trust I had towards females then and there. I...turned homosexual. I could not be more afraid and disgusted by this event. I mean, what kind of party is this? What kind of party involves two dragons fornicating in public, just for the sake of a new generation? Isn't that what most of us do every day? Isn't sex supposed to be something special, heartfelt and serious?" Daekyr spoke up. The massive crowd now stared at him in disbelief and shock, and in the cases of some people, disgust and hatred.

"How dare he question this ancient tradition? Who does he think he is? Isn't the King going to do something about it? They should exile him..." the crowd muttered. King Klethir calmly walked to his son with a stern face, although quietly seething with searing rage. His paw lifted into the air, pointing behind the guards, into the gates of the kingdom.

"Get out. A dragon who's homosexual...it's a perversion against nature. It's filthy, it's fruitless, it's unnatural. Daekyr, you shall no longer hold the title of Prince, because from this moment on, I shall not look to you as my son. You have one day. After that, our guards will pursue you, so that you'll be brought for execution. Depart." Klethir spoke calmly. The sea blue feral gave one last look to the eyes of the crowds, in particular, in the eyes of his father, casting an offended, shattered, tortured look. Klethir's will did not bend though, and in realizing this, Daekyr walked towards the gates, but just as he was about to cross to the other side, he chuckled in a dark tone, glancing back at the king.

"I'm the only member of the family that's left. Or should I say, was. No one cares for you as much as I do, or Mom did. She would have understood. The guards only obey because they are ordered to under threat of execution. The people only respect you because they see you as a source of security and wealth. But even the trust of your close ones you betray. You killed mom for that whore you forced me to call 'Mother' for all these years. You think I do not remember the real mom? You're wrong. I could never forget that true maternal figure. She was just and well-measured. She was true and kind. You disgust me, Klethir. You couldn't avoid turning your blind eye to your son, who needed your help. Instead, you let a guard do your job. Good riddance." He spoke. Then, he entered a stage of almost hysterical laughter and looked at the crowd of people.

"And you, you sell-out fools. Leeches, opportunists, needy bastards, that's what you are. I'll have you know, you don't even have your so-called security anymore. Your precious king sold us - no, you - to the empire just south. At what price? Lots and lots of dragonesses and wine, I jest you not. I was present at the moment of the sale. That's right - you are now sold to another empire, another species - and your blind trust brought you to that. You were robbed of a just line of rulers, because my father's ancestors killed all the opponents when this kingdom was formed. Greed and lust are your rulers now, and with it comes all that can be called evil and perverted. Enjoy." Daekyr informed them. He finally strode off with a wide grin and hid behind a bush that was close by. This grin only became bigger as he heard the sounds of uprising and mutinies grow in volume. His father's nervous yet still commanding voice tried to calm down the angered crowds.

"Stop this outrage! I am your king! You'll find no one else to rule you if I die! GUARDS, SUBDUE THE CROWDS AT ONCE! Filthy traitors! Is this how you repay all the homes and food I'm giving to you?! Is this how I'm repaid for my just and clean rule?!" Klethir uselessly tried to intimidate the crowds. The guards soon followed, fighting against the raging crowds, but to no avail. Yet, out of the forty-three guards, only Kyron stood still, processing all that had just happened. When he was done, what he saw was the nightmare of nightmares. He saw blood and gore everywhere he looked. Klethir stood gravely harmed, but alive. The guards hadn't changed. They still obeyed the king. And so, they were carrying the king off to his chamber, so as to let him rest. Kyron followed, his mind set on young Daekyr's destiny. Activity started to fall, and the lights were put down. Only one female - that year's chosen - had survived that ordeal. Klethir commanded one of his sentinels to mate her and impregnate her, and so he obediently did, time and time again, all in an attempt to replace the slaughtered populace. Somehow, no feelings had sprouted from either side. As for the other guards, they merely tended to the king. Half the remaining guards stood all night to take care of the king.

Not Kyron though. He had long retreated to his chambers. He had tried to sleep for hours, though such efforts were an utter failure. He could not remove his mind from Daekyr. His head pounded with the worry, and to an extent, with how much he already missed the exiled one.

I...hope Daekyr is okay...I miss him...if something happened to him, I would not be able to forgive myself...

Such thoughts plagued the guard's mind. He had managed to fall asleep once, only to rise from sleep minutes later.

Whenever I think of him...something inside me stirs...my body shivers...a warm feeling travels across the integrity of my body, mind and heart. What if...what if I am...attracted to him, much like he is attracted to males? If that's the case, I must depart tonight, else the signs of that will become obvious. Heck, even the fact I don't hate him will make me into an exiled, too...

Finally, he nodded to himself and stood up, baring one of his claws.

I must reunite with young Daekyr. I must be with him. I must...be his personal guard. I...must depart, too, Kyron concluded. With this, he directed himself to the King's chamber and in a silent strike, took all guards from conscience, but let them draw breath out of pity. Then, he carved a message onto the wall right next to the king.

"I have fled from this kingdom. Daekyr needs a watcher. Daekyr needs someone who cares about him. Someone who understands him, someone who is attracted to him and likes him for who he is, not who he's supposed to be, and we all know that the only one who can do that is...well, me. You failed him as a parent and a king, Your Majesty Klethir. Now, I shall be his father...and much more. Farewell.

Kyron"

And with that, he faded into the night, silent and swift. He was bent on finding his friend, and he would not rest until he did. His steps were questing, quick and effective, and his gaze burned with determination. His yellow scales glistened in the moonlight as he strode across unending fields of grass and trees. After some long, exhausting minutes, he found a cave, hidden behind a waterfall. He remembered this was the exact site of Daekyr's incident. Without doubt, he speared himself into the stream of water head-first. He noticed the feral inside the small cave, holding a deep blush, back pushed against the furthermost wall, panting, sighing and moaning constantly. He wondered why he was like this, but his question was promptly answered by a glance to his waist, where a tall, proud and erected dragonhood stood, caressed and stroked by one of his paws. His tongue hung out of his maw and his tail swooshed across the floor of the cave, lifting little clouds and trails of dust from time to time. As Daekyr noticed Kyron had arrived, he stood still, frozen by surprise. He was quick in hiding the blushing and hopped on his fours in front of the anthro, wagging his tail in a mildly happy way, all the while holding a nervous smile.

Kyron stared in slight awe and disbelief, much like Daekyr fixed a glance of shock and embarrassment on the guard's eyes, the subdued blush returning with double the intensity it had left with. The juvenile feral tried to hide his head between his paws, but for some reason he wanted Kyron to look at him, to see how he was, to study his every detail. With the arrival of the anthro, a feeling of safety and peace also blanketed him. He trotted near Kyron and rubbed against his leg, all the while purring in joy and glancing in his eyes.

"Ah, Kyron, my friend...I was just thinking about you, you see." The former prince spoke with an amused, pleased voice. The yellow anthro only watched intently, knowing what his longtime friend meant with those words. As he finally got to that conclusion, his cheeks fired up to the point of attaining a strong red in coloration. He lowered himself and smiled to Daekyr, who returned the smile happily and trustfully. The feral then began to rub his snout against the kneeling anthro's sides and chest, sniffing at them and murring quietly.

"You know...we've been friends for a long time...and lately, I've been feeling much more attached to you..." the young sea blue dragon confessed.

"I...I have, too, prince Daekyr. I've had certain...thoughts, concerning you. Thoughts I've been trying to hide for a little too long." the anthro equally confessed. Daekyr didn't hold a face of utter surprise and shock. Had he just heard those words from who he had? Apparently so, and as he came to realize this, a smile grew on his face, one he could not control. He launched himself onto the anthro's arms and rested his head on the yellow, strong chest and looked up unto the anthro's face.

"You...you have? Are you really..." the feral asked, to which the anthro nodded.

"Yes. I...apparently...I love you. I have for some good months. And to be here with you...alone...it only makes me sure of those feelings. I...I want you, prince." The anthro added to his confession. As he finished, the feral backed off slowly and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Incredible...it...I've been the same way. I've felt...ever since you started to be with me, I've been...attracted to you. I've felt...connected...attached to you. I felt...safe when you were around. Happy, cared for as well. I felt...in love." Daekyr finally clearly stated. Kyron approached Daekyr, who in turn showed his back and tail to his friend, the hard and throbbing shaft still visible.

"I...I was pleasuring myself...while thinking of you. Your strong body...your gentle manners...your smooth touch...I've been dreaming of feeling its deepest reaches for...months." The blue feral lastly said.

"I...I only have one wish...and that...is to be taken by the one I love, by you. Please...this night...under this waterfall...would you take me, Kyron?" the feral humbly asked with a look of true want, care and love in his eyes. Kyron set his paws above the eager feral's hips, holding onto them with a steady, firm yet comforting grip. His head loomed just over the submissive dragon's own head, and Kyron lowered his lips onto the feral's neck, kissing here and there, licking as well. Daekyr purred with each contact, the blushing on him growing over time. The anthro continued caressing the feral with slow and smooth gestures.

"Yes...I will. I would love to...much like I love you." Kyron replied with a smile, to which the feral murred and warbled in joy. The yellow anthro then slowly pressed his chest against the submissive's back, his paws still caressing Daekyr throughout the full extension of his body. Daekyr's reaction to each of Kyron's gestures was quite noticeable and positive, croons and rumbles frequently leaving the sea blue dragon's maw, his tongue hanging limp just outside his maw. His tail, at that moment, began to swoon and swivel around the yellow dragon's waist. Kyron released a low croon of arousal and desire, and soon enough his red, bulging tip poked through his genital slit. The submissive's tail maintained the smooth caressing until he heard a long, rumbling warble of lust from Kyron's maw, at which point he stopped and lifted his tail high in the air, Daekyr's lime green eyes turning to fix themselves on the anthro's brown eyes in a look of passion and longing. They both nodded, just as the wingless anthro's dragonhood had reached its full length and girth, exhibiting moderately large ridges and a knot on its base, a bit less than twice as thick as the rest. He looked in his lover's eyes and saw a 'yes' stamped in them. He very slowly pushed his tip inside the warm, tight anal canals of the bottom drake, his maw eliciting moans and groans of delight and pleasure and, to a point, lust. His sounds of carnal pleasure were soon joined in a peaceful symphony by Daekyr's own sounds, entwining with unmatched harmony and love. The anthro's firm grasp grew in tenacity, his claws now grazing the feral's hip scales, but not so far as to cause bloodshed, just as he pushed his shaft in further, inch by inch, ridge by ridge, his moaning soon evolving into a combination of huffing and hissing, just as the knot bumped onto Daekyr's rump with a slight thud. Kyron then rasped his tongue to and fro his partner's neck and cheeks, much to the recipient's delight, who murred gleefully. Kyron slowly drew his dragonhood out of the tight, warm tail hole and slid it back in, the continuous yet relatively small stream of pre from Kyron's tip slicking the entrance and tunnels, making entering and drawing out of Daekyr's rump easier with each insertion. Kyron promptly picked up the pace, guided by pleasure, lust and desire, but also love and compassion for his partner. The slapping sound of the knot against the rump was easily blocked by the waterfall, and as such inaudible for anyone outside the cave, but inside it felt like the most magical sound any of them had heard, the sound of making love, of reinforcing a relationship that only needed that last push. Kyron's tail tightly coiled with Daekyr's own as soon as it had the chance to, the tip of the tails forming the shape of a heart. Kyron, once more, sped up thrusts up, the knot slapping harder and harder on the feral's tail hole as time went by, both their lengths throbbing and pulsing with an imminent release, the knot spreading the tight entrance more and more with each colliding thrust, an explosion of moans and growls of pleasure emanating from both dragons.

"D-Daekyr...I'm...aaagh...I'm close...ssssooo close" Kyron noticed, only to have Daekyr nod with a deep blush, his right front paw grabbing very softly on the anthro's right paw and steering it to his side, where he held it with a loving smile.

"Ky...ron...I'm...ssso close...too...it feels...incredible..." Daekyr mouthed out. With one last, particularly strong and deep thrust, Kyron's knot popped in with a loud sound, his hot, slimy and creamy dragon spunk flowing plentifully from the shaft, right inside the feral's depths, just as a faint "Thank...you..." was heard from Daekyr's maw in an extremely pleased and satisfied voice. The dominant drake's orgasm went for a good while, long enough for a small, yet noticeable bulge to appear on the submissive dragon's belly. They both slumped down on the crude, rocky floor of the cavern behind the waterfall, and Daekyr squirmed until he managed to turn and lay his back on the ground, Kyron's knot still tying the couple together. Their stares locked, they lips soon following, in a fiery embrace. Kyron wrapped his arms around Daekyr, their tails still coiled in the same fashion as before, the sea blue feral's wings gently shielding the yellow anthro from the cold. Low moans and croons of passion, love and trust sounded from the kiss as their hind legs twined as well.

"Kyron...will you be mine...as my mate, my love, my life partner?" Daekyr asked with a deep blush, his eyes twinkling as tears of happiness had begun to appear. Kyron, in turn, nodded with a wide smile and lowered his maw near the feral's ear to whisper in a soft, soothing voice.

"Yes...my love. I will be yours. Now and forever, for my heart rests with yours, in a way it never has with anyone." Kyron confirmed, their lips locking once more and staying like this as the now-mated creatures surrendered to the cold, yet mystic embrace of the night...