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"What a lovely city." Vinn marveled. He was walking down the path from his new home to the marketplace in New Jorai, a massive city located on the side of Jorai Mountain. They called it New Jorai because a few decades earlier, the mountain - actually a volcano at the time - had erupted, destroying most of the city. Once the volcano was deemed inactive the surviving citizens rebuilt the city as they deemed was best. In the proceeding decades, New Jorai had grown to a massive population center on the entire western side of the mountain, and was one of the biggest commercial zones in the world. For this reason, almost every trade route on the continent had some branch that led into or out of the city. This, of course, meant the marketplace was absolutely stunning; you could get anything your heart desired from the mundane of groceries to magical potions and elixirs.

The green lizard had a pack on his back and a few bags in his hand, ready to reap the benefits of New Jorai. He'd just moved here from Alakomo to get a job at the local hospital, and his home was higher on the mountain than the marketplace, so as he stood on the pathway, he could see the city sprawled out beneath him, It was a gorgeous sight.

He happily jaunted down the path with a smile on his wide-lipped face and his frills at full mast. His blue splotches were especially bright today - an outward expression of contentment in his species.

It would have been easy for him to hop along down the side of the mountain city and get to the marketplace, but he'd much rather take the time to enjoy the view while fantasizing about just what he wanted to get. Maybe a melon salad, or perhaps a fish taco! He had cash to spare, so his mind naturally gravitated towards the more elegant offerings such as the potions he'd heard about. Potions to boost arousal, potions to put you in a hallucinogenic state, and even some potions that could supposedly allow you to hold your breath for hours. It really was a mecca of consumerism!

It took him nearly an hour of daydreaming and fantasizing to reach the market. He'd seen it from atop the city side and it looked huge from afar; he had no conceptualization about just how big it really was up close. He'd come into town to drop off his belongings from the other side of town, so he'd never actually stepped foot in the Jorai Marketplace.

The city was awe inspiring, but the Marketplace was flat-out intimidating.

Thousands of citizens of all races and species were milling about a series of vendors, buildings, fires, and travelling merchants; at least as far as he could see. As he raised himself onto his toes to get a better look, he couldn't even begin to see the end of the market in either direction. A powerful sense of dread slowly overcame him, dampening the perkiness of his fins. He was no claustrophobe, but this many people in a place he wasn't familiar with was more than a little overwhelming.

There was a split second where he seriously considered turning around and returning to his quiet, peaceful home, but that moment passed when a thought of a cock-growing potion entered his mind. "I'll just have to deal with it eventually!" HE told himself before hunkering down and pushing his way into the mass of shoppers.

He immediately regretted this decision. Now, instead of seeing the colorful storefronts and energetic merchants, now all he could see was the mass of green, blue, orange, red, and pink flesh and fur smothering him from all angles, tugging at his bags and even seemingly trying to rip the pack right from his back. Felines, canines, reptiles, dragons, and birds everywhere. He only caught slight glimpses of any produce in between the shoppers.

Desperate, he pushed his way forth into a little opening between two vendors to take a breather. He reached out to one of the merchant - a reptilian with horns all over his head, neck, and back - and tried to get his attention. "Um, hello, can I..." but the Vendor didn't pay him the closest attention, he was too busy trying to sell apples and small, dead rodents to a couple of dragons. With a roll of his eyes, Vinn turned to the other vendor - a white and black striped quadruped gryphon with a black beak and talons - and tried to get his attention. "Hey! Can you hear me?" He waved his hands, but the gryphon only offered a fleeting sidelong glance and pointed to a barrel of swimming fish before returning to his other customers to negotiate a trade of snake potion.

Vinn sighed. "How rude." He muttered under his breath before reluctantly pushing his way back into the crowd. If he couldn't get the attention he needed by being polite, then perhaps he'd just rush in beside the other shoppers and hope he got what he needed.

With bag still in hand, he pointed one extended hand out between a feline and canine to push forth. He was smaller than both the orange furred cat and gray-splotched dog, so he managed to get in front of the two of them to...see that he'd managed to be first in line at what appeared to be a drug-peddling stall.

Still disappointed and more than a little disheartened, he slunk back out between the feline and canine to disappear into the crowd.

It was like a party in the streets. A battle in the fields. Vinn actually wasn't sure how all these people managed to cram together as tight as they were without destroying something. There would never be enough room for a horse and carriage to slip its way through; even the quadruped dragons were having a hard time navigating the mess of flesh, feathers, and fur.

"You look lost." a loud, booming voice managed to bellow over the gentle roar of the crowd.

Vinn looked around, curious as to where the voice was coming from. It felt like it was directed at him, but the writhing mess of bodies made it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. "Hello?" He squeaked out. "Are you talking to me?"

"Indeed I am, follow me." The voice instructed.

Vinn spun around and saw the head of a large blue quadruped dragon poking out from the crowd, a full three or four heads taller than most others. He was looking down at Vinn and cocking his head to the side, as though he was pointing him towards...something.

The blue dragon turned away and used his relatively massive rump to push others aside, resting his tail right down in front of Vinn. "Hold my tail so you don't get lost." He said over his shoulder.

Vinn did as he was told, grabbing the tip of the tail with his free hand. He had to push his bags up into his underarm so that they were secure.

The blue dragon walked away and Vinn followed. Luckily for him, the crowd parted a bit to make way for the massive beast of a dragon that was leading Vinn to what was hopefully a spot of rest; perhaps a less maddeningly busy area of the market.

"So, who are you?" Vinn asked. His voice didn't seem to make it to the blue dragon's ears, as there was no reaction. "Alright then, I guess I'll wait till we're somewhere quieter." He muttered to himself.

The two of them both swerved and zigzagged through the crowd for only a few minutes before, sure enough, the mass of bodies thinned to a gentle collective. Vinn could see the vendors, stands, and storefronts on either side of the wide pathway in between bodies with relative ease, and he didn't feel he needed to keep a firm grip on the dragon's tail to not lose his guide, so he let go.

Instantly, the dragon turned and got a good look at Vinn. "Careful now, you can still get lost here." His voice was calmer now, quieter.

Vinn shrugged. "I'm not so worried. You're bigger than most, and your scales are..." He paused, leaning in to drag his fingertips across the blue dragon's shoulder. "...very nice and bright."

The dragon laughed, not bothered at all by Vinn's caress. "Well, just stay close. Would not want to lose you." He turned again and continued walking down the street and Vinn followed for near a Kilometer in silence. Well, it wasn't silent thanks to the constant murmur of the crowd, but the two didn't talk. Both were pacing briskly through the street as they got to what appeared to be their destination. The dragon made an abrupt turn and guided Vinn into an alleyway between two stores, each with an open market front, but only a few customers browsing the wares.

Vinn had a moment of hesitation. This strange dragon was leading him to an alley way in a less-populated area of town. No that didn't seem fishy at all. "Hey, dragon, I'm not so sure I want to follow you in that alleyway." He stated.

The dragon laughed. "I suppose that does look rather peculiar; I apologize. And the name is Firon. Your name?"

Vinn considered giving a fake name, but figured it wasn't too big a deal. "Vinn. And can we perhaps stay out here, not in the alley?"

Firon nodded. "Sure, makes sense. I just wanted enough quiet so that you could hear what I had to say." He spun around and sat on his haunches, keeping his front talons up off the ground and folded on his chest. Vinn could actually see the dragon's sheathe poking out in the dark. "So, now that we're here, I had to ask: first time in the city?"

Vinn nodded. "Indeed. Just moved here a couple days ago. Was hired to work at the hospital. Thought I'd come down and enjoy the legendary marketplace."

"Indeed. A common mistake for an outsider. You managed to enter the market at what is possibly its most busy area, the outskirts like here are much better. You pay a bit more than the cheaper stores in the heart of it, but the quality is much better and the variety is just so much better. Far more niche items." He spread his wings a bit and smiled. "So, let me help you find what you're looking for. If there's a chance what you're looking for is not right here, then you'll probably just get lost."

Vinn nodded again. "Well, I didn't actually have any one thing in mind. My goal was to just kinda look around, see what was for sale and but what I fancied. I know I am fond of melon, how about you?"

"Melon, eh? Actually, I know a merchant just a few blocks down the road from here who sells some amazing melon. She specializes in fruits. Would you like to check her out?" He raised a paw and pointed further away from the busy market center they'd just come from.

"I suppose. Can you see it from here?" He asked, turning around to look.

Firon scooted forward and laid his hands on Vinn;s shoulders, his breath tickling the lizard's frill. "Indeed, see that storefront? The really colorful one with the red and blue striped awning? It's that one. But tell me, will you need help finding other groceries, or shall I be on my way?"

His breath was very hot, like the corona of a fire melting Vinn's neck fin. He could feel the dragon's body heat from neck to crotch on his back, even though they weren't touching. He blushed and crossed his legs, the gentle pleasantry of hot on his cold blooded form stirring up sensations in his torso from neck to hips - mostly between the hips. "Uhm...well, I think...you can accompany me, if you wish. I could certainly use the companionship."

Firon chuckled and pushed off Vinn to land on all fours. "Alright then, let's go see Delfine. She's got amazing melons."

Vinn couldn't help but purse his lips shut as he tried to contain a laugh. "Melons. I bet she has the best."

"Oh, you're damn right she does!" Firon winked and nodded. "You'll see." The two trudged through the streetway side by side. Vinn took a mental inventory of all the stores that he saw, situating himself with the lay of the land and getting an idea of what he could expect if he was in a hurry to return to his mountainside home. He mostly saw food vendors selling meats, veggies, fruits, breads, and spices, but he also saw what appeared to be an alchemy peddler and a potions crafter.

"Hey, after we get some fruit, think we can check out the potion and alchemy stores?" Vinn asked, nearly tripping over his toes as he kept his eyes trained on the potion shop even once he'd walked past it.

"I'm not your boss. Do whatever you'd like. Right now, you asked for melons, so I'll find you some scrumptious melons."

Vinn nodded and hopped forward. His little trip left him a few paces behind Firon. "So why are you so interested in helping me out?" He asked his dragon guide without any provocation.

Firon kept walking. "No real reason. Saw the lost and confused look on your eyes, and I wasn't planning on doing anything else. That, and you smell."

Vinn stopped in his tracks, lip curled up in what could best be described as a failed attempt at a snarl. "Excuse me? What do you mean I smell?"

"You smell. Simple as that." the blue dragon kept walking away from the enraged reptile.

"I do not smell! What do I smell like?" Vinn protested as he sniffed at his underarm. Smelling nothing out of the ordinary, he ran up to beside Firon again. "I think you're delusional."

Firon chuckled as he shot a sidelong glance at Vinn. He held his head high and puffed out his chest. "You certainly do smell. I didn't say you smelled bad, but you smell."

Growing increasingly frustrated and a little angry, Vinn stepped in front of the much larger dragon to obstruct his path. The two stared at each other for a moment as Vinn attempted another growl that came off as more of a cough mixed with a squeak. "No, you are going to tell me what you mean by that. You don't just tell something they smell, but don't tell them what they smell like! It's rude!"

"It's not rude at all, it was an observation. And if you're going to be angry about it, you can find your own damn groceries. Good luck navigating the Market without a guide." He turned and tried to circumvent Vinn's obstruction, but found that the persistent lizard wasn't going to stay out of the way.

Vinn sidestepped to once again get in Firon's way. "No, you are going to tell me what you mean!" Vinn commanded, his voice growing deeper and angrier. "What do I smell of?"

Firon raised an eyebrow and huffed. "You really want to know?"

"Of course!"

"Are you suuuure?" He asked, drawing out the last word as he leaned in close to Vinn's face.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

Firon smiled and leaned in even closer, his lips practically touching Vinn's ear-hole. "You smell like my dick when rutting."

Vinn was taken aback. His face scrunched up in confusion and a hint of contempt. "Your cock? How dare you!" He stepped backwards and curled his lip up again, once again attempting one of his ineffectual growls. "How could you be so rude!" He spun around and walked away, aimed right towards the fruit stand.

Firon rolled his eyes and took a few long-bound steps towards Vinn. As he was far larger, it only took him a brief moment to catch up. "I meant no offence, my reptilian friend. Sensitive as you may be, that's a compliment."

"Excuse me?" Vinn stopped pacing and slowly turned to look at Firon. "What kind of messed up culture resides in New Jorai where they feel it's a compliment to tell someone they smell of dirty dragon dick?!"

"Hah! Perhaps I should be asking you what kind of repressed, boring land you come from where likening someone to one's most prized body part is considered an insult." The dragon sat on his haunches, raising a claw to speak. "Don't pretend you don't agree with me. You're a doctor, so you're educated; you can't possibly have come here not knowing that our culture was a bit more open than yours; wherever you came from."

Vinn took another notice of the very clear sheathe and balls that hung between the blue dragon's hind legs before shaking the vision from his sight and returning his gaze to Firon's eyes. "B-but-"

He was cut off before he could finish his stammer of a sentence. "No buts. Earlier today I caught you staring at my sheathe, and I saw you do it again just now. Plus, I can smell your arousal. It's not hard to figure out you're just as sexually charged as I am."

"So...you sought me out just so you could coerce me into sex?" Vinn's one eye narrowed, giving the larger dragon a stink-eye.

"No. Not really. I mean, it couldn't hurt, but that wasn't the intention."

The two stared at each other for an extended period as the other shoppers walked by them. The fruit stand was only a few meters away from them at this point, and Vinn had already done an inventory of all the stores he intended to check out before returning home, so it wasn't like he needed Firon's guidance anymore. On the flip side, this was a new town, and it wasn't like he knew anyone, let alone any potential casual hookups.

It was Vinn who spoke first. "So what you're saying is that you're horny..."

"Who isn't? But yes, you arouse me."

"And you were interested in some fun?"

"I don't see why not. You game?"

Vinn paused and looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at the fruit stand. He had to decide how he would respond. "Okay then. You promise you don't plan on eating me? Be very easy to lure me back to your place only to gulp down the newcomer. Nobody would even miss me."

"Well, I wasn't PLANNING on it, but the way you say it makes it sound mighty appealing. Douse you in protective fluid and feed you an air potion, you're good for a round trip!"

A smile gradually spread across Vinn's wide maw, his eyes brightening up. "I like how you think! I like it a lot!"

Firon smirked and bowed. "Then I propose we get some stuff at the vendor, then we'll go back to my place! Sound good?"

"Indeed!"

The two practically hopped over to the fruit stand that was being attended by an earthy-green scaled gorgon with nine snakes for hair and a pair of two mammilian-looking breasts popping right out of her chest! Vinn chuckled at the sight of a reptile with breasts, but couldn't help but be drawn into them; both nipples had swirled markings trailing out from them, so it was practically hypnotic.

The vendor was more than happy to make a few melon jokes before selling Vinn and Firon a farmer's wealth of what they needed. Melons, Cucumbers, Oranges, apples, pears, carrots, potatoes, and figs.

Vinn made a joke about not having the foresight to get all his bags back to his house once they were that filled, but then Firon offered to wear some saddlebags and help carry the load.

After they were done flirting with the busty gorgon at the fruit stand, they migrated back down the marketplace street to check out some of the vendors that had caught Vinn's eye. They picked up some smoked meat from a golden-feathered hippogryph, and even got some spices from a coral-patterned viper dragoness before finally ending up at the potion stall.

It was a peculiar beast selling goods at this stall. A bird with the snout of a reptile and the beak of a raptor, with deep earthy green legs and pale yellow belly scales. His face was white with a half dozen thin black lines. Vinn couldn't help but stare as he tried to figure out what this beast was.

"Can I help you?" the reptilian-avian asked.

Vinn continued to stare. He knew it was rude to do so, but his curiosity got the better of him. "I'm sorry, I just can't figure out what you are."

The creature laughed. "What I am is a merchant, who I am is irrelevant."

"No, I mean, what species are you?"

The vendor looked down at his red feathers and green scales. "I think the polite term is a cockatrice, but I'm just your average bastardized chimera. Mom was a bird, dad was a dragon."

Vinn nodded. "So then Mr. Cockatrice, what do you have for sale? My dragon friend and I were looking to have some fun."

The cockatrice vendor nodded. "Yep. Pegged you for a horn dog, especially if you're hanging out with this Firon guy." He pointed to Firon, and Firon laughed. "Yep, dude's always looking for someone to smother."

"Really now?" Vinn turned and raised an eyebrow. "Regular whore-drake, are ya?"

"I wouldn't say whore. I told you, much looser society here than it is up north. You'd call me a slut, I'd call myself happy."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Generous?" The cockatrice interrupted the two, extending his hand with some beans in a pouch. "How much would you be willing to pay for seeds that will increase your seed production tenfold?"

Both Vinn and Firon slowly turned their heads until they were looking at one another, and a sly grin slid onto both their faces simultaneously.

They bought those seeds. Over a dozen of them. Not only those, but about half a dozen different potions, too; each a single use. Once they were done with the grocery, spices, alchemy, and potion purchasing, they hurriedly went back up the mountainside to Vinn's, then Firon's home. Vinn rode on the dragon's back because he wanted to save his energy.

He was nervous, but only a little. A lifetime of dealing with people had given him a particularly keen eye for psychos. Firon was perhaps a bit more direct and aggressive compared to what he was used to, but the dragon was no psycho. Not only was he kind and generous enough to spend his afternoon helping Vinn get what he needed and bring it back home, but there was a real sense of humanity hidden deep in his eyes, hidden beneath the lust.

Once they'd dropped the groceries off in Vinn's Cellar - a cold and somewhat damp basement that kept food like fruits, veggies, and meats fresh for weeks - they headed a few blocks over to Firon's. Both homes were similar, and not very far apart.

"We don't even live that far away from each other!" Vinn marvelled as his dragon mount bowed down to offer him footing out front of his door.

"This is my humble abode." Firon said as he opened his door, inviting Vinn in.

"Same as mine, but about ten times the size." Vinn observed as he walked inside.

Despite it being large, the house was incredibly simple. Just one big open room with a doorway to a cellar at one end and a perch up on what could have been a second story window on the other with a ladder leading from the ground up to it. The perch looked like it was for watching the sun set over the lower end of the mountain. Somewhat romantic and beautiful, to be honest. The only other feature was a massive, velvet pillow atop what looked like a nest with smaller violet pillows and blankets.

"You certainly know how to live." Vinn complimented.

"Sometimes simple is best. So come with!" Firon cooed as he walked past Vinn, tail swiping at the lizard's ankles as he went.

Vinn took the bag off his shoulder that held the potions and laid it by the door. "Well then, hard to say no to an offer like that!" He daintily tiptoed towards the massive crimson nest-pillow behind Firon, nose held out in front of him as though he was being tugged by scent.

Firon stepped up onto the nest and rolled over onto his side, splaying wings out and spreading his legs to give a clear and direct view of the bulging sheathe and balls that lay between them. "Well, you wanted it, come and get it!" He instructed, curling a talon in a 'come hither' motion.

"O-kay..." Vinn cooed as he crawled up onto the nest on his hands and knees. The velvet was as smoothe as could be, and whatever was inside the massive pillow was softer than down. "You sure you're not royalty?"

The azure-scaled dragon chuckled. "Not royalty, I just know what I want, and my cock gets priority. Now come here and give it the attention it deserves!" His tail lashed out and wrapped around Vinn's upper body, tugging him forth so that he was straddling the base of the very tail that held him, muzzle just inches above the dragon's sheathe.

Vinn smiled and closed his eyes, taking in a slow but deep inhalation. A pungent but sweet odor struck his nostrils, forcing a shudder from him. It was the thickness of musk, emanating from the moist slit-hole. He could see a single drop of the dragon's arousal budding up in the hole of the slit only to be pushed out as the member inside presumably began to grow. Testing his theory of the bulging pre-seed fluid, he pressed his palm against the sheathe, wrist resting between the scaled set of balls. Much to his delight, he could feel the bulging shaft growing inside, pressing against his palm and throbbing rhythmically. Vinn could tell this was his heartbeat, so he leaned down and pressed his ear hole against the outside of the sheathe to get a better feel for it.

"Well now, what do you hear?" Firon asked. "Is it the ocean? It's the ocean, isn't it?"

Vinn shook his head, ear still pressed against the scaled sheathe. "Nope, just your heartbeat. I can feel your cock growing with each throb of your pulse. Feels real nice." He cooed, bringing a hand down to between his legs to see if his cocks were doing the same. They weren't - not yet.

"Oh..." Firon was taken aback. Such an odd thing to focus on. "How about I just...here." He reached down and pushed his sheathe back, exposing the glossy ebon flesh of his member until the sheathe was all the way down at the base, the slightly inflated bulge of his knot keeping the loose flesh at bay from sliding back over his length. "Much better." Firon purred as he tensed up his pelvic muscles, forcing a single bead of precum to push out and dribble down the underside of his shaft.

"Oh yes, much better!" Vinn agreed. The lizard laid both hands on either side of Firon's cock and gaped open his maw to push his tongue out, dragging its forked tip up the underside of the black-fleshed shaft before teasing at the dragon's cum slit. It tasted of fruit, actually. Firon was a dragon, so his fluids should have been bitter due to what was likely a protein rich diet, but it was sweet, and almost tasted like pineapple. Vinn pulled back and smiled, getting a better look at the glistening tip before smothering it with his maw, suckling as he pushed his tongue in circles around it. To mix things up, he prodded his tongue into the hole just an inch, and that's when Firon's muscles clenched.

"RrrrrrH!" The dragon growled, curling his lip up as his tail flicked underneath Vinn. It wasn't a growl of anger, it was clearly of pleasure. The lizard's tongue was talented, that's for sure, and every time he felt it slip into his cock he suffered an involuntary spasm as all the muscles in his lower body tensed up. He kept prodding at the back of Vinn's throat, pushing the cock in deep enough that the tongue slipped out. He let out a gentle meep every time, relaxing to let the lizard get back to work.

Vinn, however, noticed this pattern, so he stopped and pulled away. A thick strand of slime bridged from his chin to the underside of Firon's cock as he licked his lips. "You know, it's very clear you know what you like, so how about....ah, I have an idea! Be right back!" He wiped his mouth off and hopped off the velvet nest, bounding across the open room in two long steps to reach the bags that were in the cellarway. He rooted through the bags, occasionally looking over his shoulder to see firon leaning over on his side with a look of despair, cock hanging over his thigh to drip thick fluid all over the fabric of the nest. Vinn laughed and rolled his eyes before coming up from the bags with a pair of massive, forearm-length cucumbers in each hand. "Now it's a party!"

Firon cocked his head to the side and raised an ear. "Now what do you plan on doing with that?" He inquired with a hint of sarcasm. He knew precisely what Vinn planned on doing with those massive veggies. Eager and literally dripping with anticipation, he leaned back on the massive pillow and pressed a talon on his belly above his cock, pushing the shaft down and squeezing some fluid out the tip. He tensed up his muscles, which flared out the opening just a bit to encourage his partner.

"Someone's eager!" Vinn commented as he hopped back up on the nest, crawling over Firon's tail on all fours with a cucumber in each hand. Once he was close enough, he pressed his hips against the underside of the dragon's tail, readying himself with one cucumber on either side of the massive cock in front of him. He licked his lips again and brought one of the two up, rubbing the side of its form against the underside of Firon's shaft, using both hands to smear it with the thick, slimy precum that the dragon was drooling out the end of his cock. "You ready?" he asked, but didn't wait for a response. He brought the veggie up and pressed the tip against the dragon's cock hole with one firm push. The urethral flare bulged out over the rim of it and easily slid over its bottom half. Vinn watched as the little bumps on the cucumber caused a bit of turbulence in the dragon's cock flesh, leaving clearly defined bulges in the underside of his shaft. With half the veggie resting in and half out, the thickest part beig the only stopper keeping it from sliding in fully, Vinn gave a gentle push, licking at the rim of Firon's cock head as it went down.

Once the thickest part of the cucumber slipped in, the rest was practically sucked in. The tighter urethral opening clamped down on the thinning slope and pushed it in fully, leaving the rounded upper edge of it resting just inside, the cock hole gaping to show the rippled flesh inside.

Vinn blinked in disbelief. He didn't actually expect that. "Wow!" He marvelled, maw agape and tongue still resting gently on the underside of the dragon's cock tip. He gave another gentle tongue-prod at the gaping urethral opening to push at the cucumber only to find too much force was holding it in place. He wrapped his hands around Firon's base and gave a gentle suckle, squeezing at the underside of the cucumber as he did so. He could feel the dragon's pulse throbbing rhythmically, and he used that to time his gentle squeezes and sucks to get the cucumber back out. He wanted to grab the end of it so he could truly cock-fuck this dragon.

But Firon wasn't pleased with just one cucumber. His back was tensing and his teeth were bared in a pleased scowl as he tried his best to hold back a vigorous thrust up into Vinn's maw again. Instead, he reached down and fumbled around his crotch with his talon, looking for the second cucumber.

Vinn took the hint and laughed, lips slapping on dragon cock flesh as he did so. "Fine, fine!" He affirmed as he reached down, grabbing the cucumber. He gave the tip of it a suckle and used both hands to smear dragon slime all over it. He didn't wait for approval, he just pressed the tip against Firon's gaping cockmaw, pressing down against the other cucumber inside. There was resistance, at first, but once the veggies began to slide deeper into the dragon's cock, the muscles loosened and they slid in with ease. This second cucumber slipped into Firon completely, pushing the first one deep into his body and the second one deep enough that his cock opening closed over the tip, no longer gaping.

"Hnnngph!" Firon moaned, body writhing as his talons reached out to the edges of the bed, clawing at the fabric.

Vinn knew he was doing well, pleasing his host. He, too, was hard as could be with both cocks hanging out his slit and pressing against the underside of the dragon's tail. He wanted to bury his flesh in Firon's rump, but he got the distinct impression this dragon wanted something different. Something unique. Something more!

He left the two cucumbers enveloped in dragon cock as he hopped up on Firon's belly, tail pointing towards his host's chin. He straddled Firon and looked down at the tip of his throbbing cock, wrapping both hands around its midsection. Once again, he could feel Firon's heartbeat throbbing in the cock's veins, and it was a wonderful sensation to see, feel, and smell such a wonderful mass of ebon flesh giving him all the sensations of pleasure. He leaned down to give the tip a kiss, but he slipped a bit and clenched his hands tight around the cock, right between both cucumbers, pushing one deeper and popping the other out with a splash of fluids all over his neck.

"Eep!" Firon yipped as his lizard guest used his cock as a balance. It didn't hurt, nor was his shaft bent or otherwise damaged, but it was startling. "C-careful, Lizard!" He warned. "just...be careful, be gentle." He cooed as his voice trailed off into a moan thanks to Vinn's ongoing attention.

"I'll show you gentle." Vinn muttered under his breath. He pulled the cock back so that it was resting on Firon's belly with one hand, and lined up his cocks against its tips with his other. He had to press both down against Firon's belly if he was to stay erect - as in not falling over to get a face full of balls (not that it would be an issue). HE held both his pointed tips at the same point, using his fingers to pinch the tips together before bucking forth. He could feel both his own ridged shafts poke into Firon's stretchy flesh, which was constricting around both hemipenes in rhythmic pulsations. Yes, that heartbeat worked as a cock massager as well.

He leaned back, hemipenes still engulfed in dragon cock flesh as he laid back on Firon's chest. He leaned back and gave the dragon a gentle nip at his cheek.

Firon leaned down and licked at Vinn's frill, nuzzling, nibbling, and slurping at the lizard. Vinn assumed this was just carnal pleasure manifesting itself, so he didn't bother stopping him. Instead, he kissed back, wrapping tongues around each other as his hips bucked forward into Firon's throbbing cock.

Each throb pushed the cucumber out just a bit more until, eventually, it was pressed against the crease between Vinn's hemipenes, pressing them out against Firon's cock's walls, intensifying the pleasure.

He tried, really he did, but once that cucumber added to the pressure inside, his pleasure hit a high plateau and he bucked forth once, forcing himself to hilt both hemipenes in Firon's cock, blasting off a stream of cum into the pulsating canal.

Firon responded in kind, cock clenching tight around the cucumber to force it out beside Vinn's hemipenes, blasting another wave of cum out against the lizard's chest as the cucumber landed in a splat beside his balls. He let out a roar as his cock continued to contract and suck on Vinn's still-erect members; his chest chest heaved in post-orgasm bliss. "H-how are you still hard after that?" Firon questioned in between ragged climaxed breaths.

Vinn sighed and leaned over Firon's cock again, pushing his members in as deep as they would go. He wrapped both hands around the shaft to squeeze himself inside the flesh, still gently thrusting into the shrinking cock. "I get two." He responded through gritted teeth.

"Two what?" Firon asked. His climax had slightly died down, and he was growing more lucid in his post orgasm bliss. He grabbed at Vinn and pulled him off his cock with a wet slurp to sit him on his tail. "What do you mean by that?"

Vinn whimpered as his cocks were pulled out of Firon to be exposed to the hot and humid but still relatively cool and dry air compared to what they felt when smothered in cock flesh. "I get two. I can go two rounds." He explained hurriedly. Before he continued, he was already leaning his lower body into Firon's to push both members into the dragon's soft rump. "And...uhm, I have two cocks, so..." he gave another long, drawn out thrust, using Firon's shaft as leverage to fuck him under the tail, "So I get twice as many...."

Firon had heard enough. He understood what the lizard was trying to say. "Okay, okay, just....have fun, okay? Just go ahead and finish." He seemed a little cold, perhaps even distant. He'd came, and Vinn had come as well, so he'd kinda relaxed into post-orgasm mode. He wasn't really horny, but understood the need for release so he let his guest finish up. His tailhole needed attention, anyway. His cock was flopped over to the side, drooling a mix of fluids including Dragon cum, lizard cum, and various lubricants. This slimy concoction was dribbling down around his balls, thighs, and eventually the underside of his tail where it was being used as anal lubricant for Vinn.

"Th-thanks for understanding." Vinn grunted again, legs spread wide as he thrust into Firon's rump. His cocks slipped into the tail hole with complete ease, only to find that the dragon's opening was perhaps a bit too open. It wasn't unpleasant, but it certainly lacked the tightness and throbbing pleasures of cocks in cock. As this realization dawned on him, his thrusts faded in strength and he eventually just stopped, both cocks shrivelling in disappointment.

"What's the matter?" Firon asked.

"Oh, nothing, I just...I dunno, your rump is nice, but I want to fuck your cocks again!" He pleaded, looking up at the dragon's sagging ebony cock. He reached up and cupped the tip to collect some of the fluid so he could lick it up. The flavor and overpowering scent revitalized some of his vigor, but not enough.

Firon sighed. "Sorry dear, I just...I'm spent for a little while, I can't get hard for a few minutes. If you're patient, I can let you have another go, but you need to do something about that now. I underst-" He stopped mid-sentence and he got an idea. "Back to the bags, there's a green potion in a vial with a yellow ribbon around it. Go get it!" He commanded.

Vinn wasn't too keen on being bossed around, but like his host, he understood just how much an orgasm can drain you. If Vinn was the one having blown both loads, he wouldn't want to go hunting through grocery bags either. Somewhat dishearteningly, he hopped off the nest-pillow and scuffled his feet over to the cellarway to get a potion. His cocks were still out, dangling side by side; he was still aroused enough that they'd not wither and suck back up into his slit, but his momentum had been stalled.

Reluctantly, he dug through the bags until he found the potions. Red potion with red ribbon, blue potion in a flask. Aha! Green potion with yellow ribbon in a beaker! He raised it to the sky as he walked back, triumphant. He pulled the stopper off it and gave it a whiff. It was somewhat bitter, but it smelled of a mountain spring, if a dragon had pissed in it. Not the worst scent. "So am I drinking this or you?" He asked, raising it to his host.

Firon bowed, still on his back with wings splayed. "All you, my friend."

"What potion is it?" Vinn asked, having not really thought about it before hand.

"You'll see." Firon assured him.

Vinn had lost count of how many times he'd been in a situation on this day that would have sent most rational, well-thought folks running, but he was having fun, and it seemed so was his dragon companion. There was a chance this potion was a poison for forcing him into unconsciousness, but he figured the chances of it being anything other than sexy was pretty low, so he reared back and swallowed the entire vial in one gulp.

It was actually pretty neutral in flavor, much to his surprise.

"There we go, now c'mere!" Firon instructed as he curled a finger informing Vinn to come hither.

"Well then!" Vinn said, tossing the bottle back to the bag. Luckily, it didn't break when it landed. "So what do I doooooooooOOOOooo neeeext?" Vinn asked, his voice trailing off into a high pitched squeak at the end. He gnashed his jaw as he tried to continue his sentence, but no voice came out. His eyes began to dart around the room as he began to panic.

"Oh, settle down, Vinn." Firon commanded. "It's just a breathing potion. You won't be able to breathe for a couple hours, since you downed the whole bottle. But it will supply you with air nonetheless. Now let's put that to use!" he spread his legs and reached over his cock to peel the rim of his rump to the side, exposing his ebony flesh inside, which was glistening with the runoff of fluids from his cock.

Vinn paused from grasping at his neck to realize that, despite not breathing, he didn't feel any panic. He went to thank Firon but again realized that he couldn't speak, so he rolled his eyes and gaped open his maw, licking at the air. He wasn't adjusting all that quickly, but his mind was at ease the second he saw Firon's glistening anal flesh. He blinked and almost immediately dove across the room at it, muzzle first.

"Whoa!" Firon halted him, clenching both thighs together to keep the lizard from forcing himself into the dragon's rump. "What are you doing?"

Vinn stopped and pulled his head up to look at Firon with a confused look on his face. He opened his mouth to talk but immediately stopped because he knew he couldn't eek out a sound. Instead, he pantomimed his hands as Firon's rump sliding over his head, finished with a 'tadaa' motion.

Firon grinned and laid back, looking down over his belly at Vinn. "I was just kidding, go wild! You need the tightness around your form if you're to get off!"

Vinn glared and nodded slowly before shaking off his faux-anger. He leaned back down to nuzzle his muzzle into Firon's rump, spreading the dragon's cheeks wide to expose the glossy ebon flesh inside. He gaped open his maw ever so gently and pressed his tongue into the folds of the inner wrinkles, sloshing it about to get a taste. It was very different from the dragon's ebon cock, much earthier in flavor, though he couldn't smell it to his disappointment, due to being unable to breathe.

Regardless, Vinn still loved the flavors so he continued to push up into the incredibly soft, and surprisingly warm dragon rump. The juices from his cock and even the ones oozing out in the cracks and crevices between his head and the flesh smothering his muzzle soaked him from nose to neck, from forehead to frill and all down the back of his skull. He was covered and he knew precisely what he wanted to do. He wanted that ebon flesh to swallow him up. He could breathe thanks to this potion, and while he wasn't immediately sure of Firon's cooperation and eagerness to have a frilled lizard inside him, the lack of resistance was more than invitation enough. In fact, he felt that ever-present throbbing of the dragons heart intensifying and speeding up every few seconds; clearly Firon was as excited as he was.

The dragon laid his head back as he felt his loins stirring again. As much experience as he had, he wasn't one to go multiple sessions in quick succession like this, so despite being aroused and erect, his cock felt tingly and a little numb. Against his will, his rum contracted with every tongue lashing it got, and his cock began drooling more fluids over its underside to fall over the sides of his balls and eventually Vinn's muzzle. He was okay with that!

Vinn, on the other hand, was in a weird state of heaven. The sensation of not breathing mixed with his lack of scent was starting to impact his sense of taste, but not in a bad way. Normally scent was linked to taste, but this potion somehow managed to hyper-charge his sense of taste, like a snake's tongue. Every little hint of sweetness, bitterness, and earthiness exploded on his tongue as he nuzzled and pushed his way deeper. His cocks were again firm as could be, the bulge near the base forcing the tips apart in a V-formation. Both ends dribbled precum out over the sides of Firon's tail and the fabric of the bedding they were on.

He kept one hand up at the side of the dragon's rump, the other down between his cocks to fondle them gentle, using his dextrous fingertips to massage from base to tip. The deeper he got into Firon's backside, the more intense the flavors got, as the dragon's internal juices were slipping from his depths to pool just inside his rump opening. Only Vinn's muzzle was engulfed in ebony dragon flesh, but it was still insanely pleasant. His fin pushed out to its full extent, the tips tickling at the underside of the dragon's ballsack.

Firon let out a long, wailing moan as every muscle in his body relaxed, gaping open his rump as well as flaring out the tip of his cock. He reached down and forced a finger into his cock, using his other front talon to stroke near his base around his peculiarly uninflated knot. His gaping, cavernous backside practically sucked on Vinn's muzzle with a whoosh before the lizard pulled out.

What a view! Vinn was completely taken aback by the image of rolling mounds of tender black flesh illuminated by the bits of light that managed to slip into the dragon's anal abyss. He usually hated seeing such an open hole, but this hole was astoundingly inviting! It was opening up, literally making room for him! He couldn't dare let down such an 'open' invitation, so he immediately pressed his muzzle in as deep as it would go, the flesh forming a seal around his neck and closing off all light. He couldn't see a thing, but he could feel the fleshy walls clamp down around his head, forcing the air out around his shoulders in a wet squelch.

He closed his eyes tight and rotated his head back and forth inside Firon's tender rump. He could have kept his eyes open, but it wouldn't have done a thing, and closing his eyes seemed to focus his attention at the sensations and flavors of meaty flesh that he continued to lick and nuzzle into. The folds of tender meat continued to tighten around him, constricting him as the anal ring sucked on his neck. It was a wonderful feeling, to have such soft tenderness smothering you from nostril to neck, but it was even better knowing he'd not have to worry about breathing for hours.

Happily and perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm, he dug his feet into the fabric of the bed and pushed as hard as he could, bringing both hands up to pry Firon's cheeks over his shoulders. Much to his delight, the dragon's anal ring loosened up and practically swallowed the smaller lizard from shoulder to hips, his outstretched fins sliding along the dragon's anterior wall, tickling him every inch.

Firon instantly clenched up, the pleasure proving to be a bit too much to bare all at once. Vinn couldn't keep moving inside, so he tensed up his muscles to hold him in place. Unfortunately, that just further stimulated the much smaller lizard.

Vinn saw this powerful smothering as a challenge, so he brought his arms up and rotated his hips side to side, pressing his elbows out against every mound of tender rump flesh inside, pressing out against every bone and pressure point inside the dragon's cavernous but cozy rump.

"Hnnnngph!" Firon groaned as he fell back, releasing his cock from the grip of both talons as his heel came up to press itself between Vinn's tail and thighs. He'd done this before, using his ankle and foot to push a toy in, but now he was doing the same to an eager, hyperhorny lizard with twin cocks resting against the outer rim of his ass. He gave a steady but firm heave, pushing Vinn in deeper. He could feel both cocks poking at his tender flesh before popping inside, leaving only legs and tail outside of his ravenous rump. He quickly used his muscle control to clench down on the appendages - which were all thinner and smaller than the lizard's hips once they were pressed together - to force more of his guest inside him.

Vinn's body slid with ease into the rump until his snout pressed against what appeared to be a stopping point, forcing him to curl up inside into a fetal position. Just as he did that, his body rotated, dragging both his cocks around the entirety of Firon's innards, eliciting another powerful explosion of seed into the dragon's anal womb. His body tensed up and he curled into a ball, bringing his knees up to his chest inside as his form shifted; he was inside sideways now, but he was comfortable, so he refused to move. He pulled his tail up inside with him, dragging his fin along Firon's stretched and presumably tender rump rim. He could tell it was, in fact sensitive, due to the fact that it clenched down and closed him in fully as soon as the last inch passed through the opening into the cavernous depths.

Firon finally let loose with a long, wailing howl of a roar as Vinn's body shifted inside him. He clenched down as hard as he could, every inch of his muscle from his chest to his legs as tight as they'd go, rump barely keeping shut in lieu of the lizard that was inside, rocking back and forth. Vinn's frills pressed against his prostate and bladder, coaxing another burst of seed from him that splashed directly up into the air and back onto his belly and the underside of his tail, messing up his hole again. Spent, he finally reached down around his cock with both hands to pry open his rump, gaping it open to expose Vinn to the relatively cool air of his apartment. "Come out now, dear. You've had your fun." He commanded.

But Vinn had no interest in coming out. His tongue lolled out and his eyes were red with strain as he curled up into himself, cocks slipping back into their sheathe leaving a puddle of cum in his lap. He reached forth and pushed the dragon's fingers out from the hole, ensuring that they slipped out and he had to fumble to pull himself open again. Vinn didn't want to leave, he was comfortable at least for a few hours.

Eventually, Firon stopped trying to push his fingers in to pull the lizard out, so he gave up and relaxed, falling on his side on the bed.

The night hadn't fallen yet, but the multiple sessions in succession took their toll on the dragon, so he patted at his distended belly and let himself almost instantly fall asleep. Sleeping was easy for a dragon!

But Vinn still had energy to spare. As soon as he could feel the beast's body convulsing as he snored, he began to wiggle again, prodding around with his hands until he found the entrance to the dragon's deeper depths. He pushed on the depression the the side of the fleshy walls until it opened up, practically belching at him from the dragon's gut. Luckily, the hole was only a foot or so away from Vinn's snout, so he only had to use his tail for leverage as he leaned into it, popping his skull through the hole into the dragon's intestines.

The sensation was very different. Where the opening cavern inside Firon's backside was rippled and soft, the deeper he went the smoother the flesh got. The pulsating walls ceased being rippled and soft, but gradually shifted to a firmer but more silky and velvety wall. It was still pleasant, just different.

Navigating the dragon's guts was hard. He had a tail rudder for direction and control, but it seemed the walls kept shifting direction every few inches. He nuzzled into it until he felt more room open up, only to stop a moment later, requiring him to keep nuzzling at the walls until he found t he next corner. It was hard, but once he got the hang of it, he quite enjoyed the sensation of swimming through a winding cavern of flesh. He could hear the gargling around him as he shifted the dragon's insides just a bit more until eventually he was greeted with a rather unpleasant sensation on his snout.

He was nearing the end of his journey, as he could feel Firon's lungs expanding nearby, pressing flesh down against him in slow, deliberate inflations, the heart beating just a foot or so away. However, that also meant he was near the stomach, and that unpleasant sensation was a slight burning on his nose. This was where he had to be quick.

As soon as he managed to nuzzle his way through the valve leading to the stomach, he instantly brought his talons forth to grab the sides of the acid-filled cavern and pull himself though in one quick movement. He was careful to not claw at the sides, as he wasn't planning on hurting Firon, but the truth was simple: This stomach acid was not pleasant. It was a gentle burning, like too much basking followed by a leather seat, but it was still something he knew to avoid. He kept his eyes closed to protect that part of him and widened his legs for a moment before pushing off into the oesophagus.

He was almost out, only the tip of his tail remaining in the stomach, when he felt a pair of hands pressing down on him, holding him in place. He wiggled helplessly for a moment, not sure what to make of this, before they inexplicably let go, and the gut clenched down, forcing him out.

Vinn's snout breached the back of Firon's throat, and the dragon seemed to willingly open up, leaving him room to escape. The jawbone clamped down, making his escape hard, but once he wriggled one hand up out of the gullet, pulling the rest of himself out was easy.

He cautiously blinked his eyes to see that night had indeed fallen on New Jorai, and Firon was asleep with a Lizard crawling out his mouth. He was attempting to mumble and slapping gently at himself - likely having a vore-related dream - as Vinn pushed the last of himself out in a wet splash beside the nest-bed.

He still couldn't breathe, but that was fine. Probably had another hour or two before the potion wore off. Instead of cuddling up to this relative stranger, he explored the house to find a quill and paper where he wrote a note before leaving.

"Firon: I had a truly wonderful time and I hope we can do it again. I managed to fight my way out of you on this night, and I am back at home where you can contact me any time. Sincerely: Vinn."