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The small black dragon dashed his way through the gym, the wide aisles between equipment making it quite easy for the smaller feral to navigate the room. He'd been coming to this gymnasium for nearly five years now, and he was quite surprised to find they had been so accommodating to him. Or, he'd like to think it was because of him, though if the truth be told, there was a surprising number of ferals and quadruped species that were fond of utilizing the gym's equipment. It was only a matter of time, he supposed, though it was also a tad annoying.

However, there was a small problem when he visited the gym during peak hours. Often times, the gym-goers were quite clean and fresh scented, but as their routines would progress, they would often pollute the air with their scents, even with what sparse deodorants they used. Now, for most normal furs, that wouldn't be a problem... but for a young, feral male dragon with a heightened sense of smell, it wouldn't take long at all before his workout became a "work-up."

That was the case today; he'd encountered a particularly dashing young wolf-taur doing a similar routine as his - a simple quadruped's core exercise designed to improve one's flexibility and strength - and he was in fairly decent shape too. Normally, that would have been easy enough to ignore, but it was quite apparent that he was here more to pick up potential dates than to actually get fit; his scent was apparent even through the cologne he'd worn, making it quite difficult to for him to focus on anything but the scent of the male's virility He'd persevered as best he could, even though it became harder and harder to focus the more "involved" the taur beside him became with his exercises. It was only a matter of time before the quite huffs of air became almost lustful, feral grunts of exertion. It was simply too much for his wandering mind.

Now, he was scampering as best he could through the gym with his wings tucked low, just hoping that none of the patrons would notice his erection. In hindsight, he probably should have reconsidered his course through the gym - it would have been far less noticeable of him had he just slipped out the front doors to deal with it instead of skirting his way through the scents of hundreds of other arousing males... but hindsight was twenty-twenty. Ahead of him, he could just make out the double doors that lead to the shower rooms, most of which were usually empty anyways, the patrons often preferring to go to their own homes to shower - or he supposed.

The smooth steel doors swung open without any effort, the small dragon slipping on the smooth tile floors as he rounded the corner. He could see a small mist of steam rising from the open shower, a small flush of blood rising to his face as he could hear some motion within. Sounds of wet paws slapping the floors echoed throughout the cavernous showers, small grunts coming soon afterward.

His curiosity got the better of him, his claws barely clacking against the tiles as he peered through the steam to find the faint outline of a green lizard reclining against wall with an oddly distorted throat and stomach. He grunted a little as he backed away slowly, watching the lizard's wide jaws spread wider in a smile, a single pair of plush, pink-padded paws squirming from between his lips. The lizard's tongue lashed out and wrapped around those paw pads, pulling them in without any effort, an audible gulp filling the room before it reached around to turn off the water.

"Hmm, Fyrre, I wasn't expecting to... ah, see you here."

Blinking a little, the dragon peered through the steam as the familiar voice fell upon his ears. He could make out the splotched frills adorning the lizard's head and back, the membranes flaring a little with each soft, wet footstep that fills the air. The electric green and yellow lizard rose from the mist, his arms spread welcomingly, the light blue patch on his chin swelling a little in happiness.

The loud squelches of the basilisk's footsteps became louder as he approached, snickering a little with a gut that squirmed and writhed slowly with whatever poor creature that had just shared the showers with him. He gulped once more before placing his hand gently along the black dragon's back, his claws tickling along the creature's scales. His fins flared a little, showing the black and white splotches along the insides of the soft, smooth membranes. His tongue flicked out slowly as he just sniffed the air, a smile spreading on his lips. "Mmm, I suppose you encountered someone who was perhaps a little... fiery in their approach to their work out, hmm? Now you need to take care of your problems first. Don't worry; I understand your plight completely. Just took care of my own problem that's been festering for a while now, though he was a good sport about it." He smirked a little more before just walking past the dragon, his long, slick tail just slipping from the polished tile floor of the shower to the slightly smoother, glimmering tile of the waiting area. He reached for a towel, his claws splaying wide in an almost sensual grasp, picking out his "modesty towel" provided for the patrons of the gym. "But I'll tell you what: Meet me in the sauna in a half an hour after you've dealt with your issues, and we can catch up a little more. It's been far too long since we've seen each other."

He was really unable to speak through the entire encounter, the burning need of his growing as he watched his friend polish off the fur. He simply nodded and whimpered a little to the sensual traces along his scales; it was good to know his friend hadn't changed since they'd last seen each other, though it didn't exactly make it any easier to deal with his issues. He just nodded before watching his friend turn to leave. "S-sure thing, Vinnie..." Fyrre stammered quietly, swallowing hard as he made his way to the special showers developed for the ferals.

"Good. I expect to see you there."

Sighing quietly, as he heard the jets activating in the other side of the showers, the room essentially a full body blow-dryer for the furred gym patrons, since it was often difficult to completely remove all of the moisture from one's fur with a towel alone. He wasted little time now, his erection - his dual cocks practically drooling from the torture the dragon had been forced to endure in his excursion through the gym today. He gingerly walked his way into the specially designed showers for the larger showers, just marveling at the design like he usually preferred too. Its cleverness never ceased to amaze him.

The room was divided into separate wired stalls that ranged in size from slightly larger-than-anthro to those barely big enough to fit in the spacious shower room alone. In each stall, the walls were laced with multiple jets of water that rotated and pulsed depending on which pads were activated on the floor. Each pad was assigned to each foot, one for hot water, one for cold, one for the side and floor jets, one for the jets up top. For those desiring additional freedom and flexibility, the top jets detached from the stall and could be maneuvered around one's body to get the deep clean that they desired... but that wasn't what Fyrre needed. Not today.

Stepping slowly into the stall, being sure to check that the jets were glistening and clean - which they were since the gym made it a point to install an automatic cleanser that disinfected and sanitized them after each use. He sighed and just splayed his hind legs with a small hiss, placing his front left paw on the floor pad, a small squeal escaping his lips as the warm jets caressed over his smooth scaled stomach and dripped over his pelvis before the warm water mixed with his slightly musky fluids and dripped from the ends of his cocks. He shuddered a little, inhaling a sharp breath before giving a shift of his hips, placing his cocks in line of those warm jets, his knees quivering as the pleasure washed over his entire mind.

This was lovely.

The water remained a warm, toasty few degrees above his body temperature, around thirty or thirty-five degrees centigrade; warm and soothing, it caressed and cascaded over his body, the irregular rhythm of the water much more effective than any paw could ever be. He pushed his paw a little firmer down on the pressure plate, the small croon escaping his lips growing louder as his shafts began to pulse a little faster, dripping pre that mingled with the water and flowed down the drain.

It had always been a bit of a guilty pleasure of his, using the empty showers like this; they always felt so good, and he was sure that no one would ever no... not that he'd ever been walked in upon before. He bit his bottom lip as his wings furled a little as he lowered his hips down toward the water jets, the water warmer at the source. His knees shook, practically vibrating with every single droplet of water that caressed and massaged his shafts. It made him whimper in delight. Shaking his head, he just crooned once more and arched his back, pressing his hips almost onto the jets as he felt his body tense and then relax as he reached the edge.

A soft, warm thrum escaped his lips as he climaxed over the jets, the water eagerly washing away every drop of his seed while continuing to milk him for the rest. He was only too happy to oblige as the quivering of his hips caused the force of the water to fluctuate, almost as if he had a lover there helping him along. It didn't take very long before he had to remove his paw from the water jet in order to remain standing, let alone sane. It usually took longer from him to reach that high, but after today, he simply couldn't restrain himself further, and the sticky white puddle slipping into the drain seemed to attest to that fact. Fortunately, with the dilution of the water, the smell wasn't that strong, though he was certainly glad for the auto-sanitizers in the gym.

As he felt his heart rate slowing once more, he placed his paw back on the jets to wash the rest of himself off, giving a small purr now as he felt a thousand times more relieved now. He scanned his mind as he stepped out of the shower, his erections quickly fading as he walked over to the driers. The sauna....

His claws clicked against the tile floor as he walked into the dryer, stepping onto the pads to activate the warm air that circulated over his scales, making his muscles relax a little further, especially after the workouts he'd performed today. A smile spread across his face once more as he opened his jaws toward the facial jet, just purring as he imagined that every buffet of the air against his cheeks was another micro slipping into his gullet. A dragon could dream, after all!

Thinking through his memories of the gym, he tried to remember where the bath-house and sauna were located, let alone how to get there; he was sure they had their own building on the grounds, but where exactly they were located was the key. Either way, if he forgot, he could simply ask someone, which wouldn't be too bad now that he'd finally taken care of his pulsing erections. He unfurled his wings a little, purring as the wind blew over them, even giving them a few strong beats just for the sake of putting them to use before stepping back from the air jets. His scales glimmered nicely in the pale fluorescent light. It was time to head to the bath-house.

He slowly stepped out of the locker rooms, cautiously looking both ways as the large double doors swung open; there was little risk of hitting someone given the design of the hallway, but he was more concerned with running into someone he knew. The stench of arousal hung around him like a cloud - or so he thought. It was entirely possible, given that he was a dragon... though the probability that anyone would care was low. His claws clacked quietly on the stone tiled floor as he made his way toward one corner of the buildings in hopes of finding a sign. Luck was on his side, for when he approached the corner, he could see a bright blue sign hanging on the wall with directions to various locations around the gyms.

The sauna was in the eastern section, where most of the cardio equipment, lighter weights, yoga balls, and the indoor track were located - a place he didn't frequent very often. He plodded through the halls, his plush, slightly damp paws leaving small prints on the floor as he wound his way through the thin trickle of furs making their way to the exercise equipment on the west wing. Today must have been slow if the eastern wing was this under-populated.

It was common to see a tide of younger anthro females eagerly chatting as they washed their way from the east wing to the showers, but today... it was barren, thankfully to Fyrre. He couldn't stand their idle gossip, though it was often flattering to hear them squeal in delight at his shimmering scales. Prideful thing, he was.

Thoughts of the cute girls, and the even cuter boys filled his head until he felt the warm gust of humid air washing over his body. He was close now. From down the hall, he could see a billowing gust of steam rising from an alcove in the wall, the area decorated by faux bamboo paneling. He caught the scent of mostly males riding on that warm steam, and the thought of what he'd find inside made his tail swish slightly. Plodding slowly toward the door, Fyrre could hear a pleasured squeal from inside the room, which only made him chuckle a little more. A growl soon followed, the soft hisses from inside the room becoming more audible as he approached the door.

More curious than anything, he pushed against the door and slowly let it swing open, a surprised hiss escaping his lips. He'd walked in upon a beautiful naga with glistening amethyst scales and a shock of messy hair on his head slithering and squirming with his back to the door. A surprised squeak escaped from the naga's lips as he curiously uncoiled himself and slithered around to block the door, his lower body visibly squirming and writhing. Partially glazed eyes focused on the dragon who had backed into his lower half; Fyrre couldn't pull his eyes away from the pair of glistening, ruby red cocks throbbing at full erection, small droplets of precum and condensation rolling down from the flared tips... the most enrapturing part of it all was the vibrant yellow and greens of his friend's hips slowly vanishing into the right cock while the left cock simply dribbled with precum.

The stench of the naga's musk filled the room, the air thick like syrup with the scent; it was almost unbearable to the sensitive dragon's snout, his own cocks lazily throbbing to life as his friend's hips vanish with a lewd schluck.

"H-hello... I didn't mean to interrupt..." Fyrre panted softly, trying to back out of the sauna slowly, the snake's eyes now fixed intently upon his own, a hungry gaze filling them as he slithered closer.

"No need to be sorry. It's... Quite alright..." the snake hissed with a measured tone, his soft sounds slurred slightly as he seemingly struggled to enunciate them - either that or he was trying to be seductive, with a fair bit of success. The words floated into Fyrre's ears, making him blush softly as the naga's tail coiled behind him and pulled him closer. The scent was nearly impossible to ignore now.

Trying his best, the dragon wiggled a little, only to squeal as the base of his cocks were teased and caressed by the very tip of the naga's slick tail, the smooth scales teasing over every stiffening inch. He shuddered, his knees going weak as the naga coiled ever closer, the smile spreading on his lips. "Is this... your friend?" It asked quietly as his cocks gave another gulp, soon only the base of his hemipenes bulging awkwardly; the rest of the shaft looked like it could be the naga's natural shape, if it weren't for the squirming. "He feels... exquisite. Do you wish... to feel?" The naga hissed again, his tone honeyed and inviting as he coiled some more of his body underneath his torso to raise his bulging cock to shoulder height.

Fyrre simply couldn't resist from touching that oozing member as his friend's paws kicked and squirmed in the fleshy depths. The scent of masculine musk washed over him, making him whimper in delight, his paws reaching up to grip the flared head. It was surprisingly plush for being fully erect; the cock was stiff to the touch, but the outer layer of flesh was spongy almost and smoother than polished glass. As he pulled his hands along the head, he gathered a few droplets of the snake's precum, the sticky mess allowing his hands to glide effortlessly all the way to the base, much to the dragon's surprise as he soon found himself with his nose buried against his friend's pulsing erection as the rippling cockhead slowly engulfed and milked it with teasing swallows. It was too much for the basilisk, and Fyrre could see the muscles in lizard's legs tensing as they were wracked by orgasm, only a small bulge noticeable in the snake's flesh.

The dragon whimpered a little and gave it a lick, unable to really resist himself anymore as he begins using one paw to hold the gulping penis against his chest and stroke while he rubbed the other with rapid strokes of his free paw. Satisfied hisses and rumbles escaped the naga's lips now as he felt his shafts being worshipped and adored by the smaller black dragon, his coils tightening around the drake's own throbbing shafts and body, the undulating masses squeezing and gripping over them. "That's... perfect... Help me devour my snacks and maybe you'll get some snake seed..."

The words - they were more of a lust filled purr than anything, but they were enough to drive Fyrre to thrusting against those coils and slurping along that cockhead while his paws continued their mad work. He could feel them growing harder and hotter beneath his forepaws, the musky scent filling the room growing almost to point of suffocation. It was... wrong, but it felt so good to feel that cock ripple under his grasp and consume inch after inch of his friend. Noticeable bulges began growing in the snake's coils right below his chest, the kicking and squirming subsiding just a little as soon only the basilisk's tail was left free. He swallowed hard and reached up with a free paw to feed that tail into the cocktip, a small splatter of precum landing on his face and paw as his reward. "W-what's your name... s-snake?" He stammered quietly, wanting to at least know the name of his and his friend's predator.

"Mmm, Montiga. You are Fyrre, yes? Your friend mentioned he was meeting someone here..." A smile crept across his face as his cocks give a lewd splurt, a small dribble of precum landing on the dragon's face. He grinned widely now and used his hand to push the dragon's face against the pulsating tip, allowing him to bask in the musk.

Lost in bliss, Fyrre simply nodded as he allowed his tongue to roam along the fattened tip, the small ripples still coursing through the reptile's entire member as the muscles greedily worked to devour the very last of his prey. He heard gurgles emanating from somewhere within the snake, the blush rising to his face intense now as thicker, pearly white beads of pre soon found their way to the snake's tip. He worked fast, it seemed. "Go ahead. Taste him." The snake coaxed in playful jest.

Not needing to be told twice, Fyrre simply opened his jaws nice and wide, gingerly tugging that thick head into his maw with his own long, slender tongue. A rumble echoed through the room as the first beads of musky, salty precum landed on his tongue, the sheer lust contained within that masculine essence making him jerk his hips forward as a small splatter of precum landed over the snake's coiled form. It was rewarded with a hiss, a tightening of the coils around his own cocks and a hand holding him in place. "Good boy. Feast now while snakey helps you."

It didn't take long before Fyrre had engulfed a good few inches of that shaft in his maw, greedy suckles and slurps filling the room as he hungrily drank what used to be his friend from the snake's shaft. His concentration seemed impenetrable until he felt the coiled forms around his own shaft beginning to writhe and undulate around them, each inch of thick, muscular coils gripping, teasing, tugging and squeezing at his own drooling cocks. Each minute flexing muscle broke his attention and drew a small moan from his lips, albeit one muffled by a mountain of snake flesh obscuring his face. It was torturously slow against him, the snake simply trapping the dragon deeper and deeper in the mountain of coils, his body soon nothing more than a splotch of black in a sea of amethyst.

The scents washed over him now. He was trapped. He could smell the dragon's virile cum bubbling just at the base of those shafts. The faint stench of a hard workout mingled with the scent of masculinity to create a viscous atmosphere that surrounded the dragon, inhaled with each breath, only to devour his senses. It was a matter of moments before the snake's coils opened up just enough for his own scent, weaker in comparison, to mingle with that of his predator. It was simply too much.

He jerked his hips forward once more, a heavy growl turning to a croon of utmost pleasure filling the room and making the snake's cocks vibrate from the sound. He'd climaxed for the second time within the hour, this time, his scent not washed away, the thick musk filling the air as the dragon's need is laid bare. The undulations and coiling picked up in pace, each stroke of the snake's body bringing another wave of the orgasm through the dragon's own, his hips jerking forward with each small movement as rope upon rope of hot, sticky seed spilled onto the naga's own body. He would have blushed at his lustful display could he have thought about anything besides the burning need filling his body... but the pleasure was all he could understand.

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, the sensations of the orgasm still full in his mind, even though the strokes and thrusts only yielded a ripple of his shafts as they vainly tried to force more seed from his depleted orbs. The room reeked of the dragon's climax as the snake slowly loosened his coils from around the dragon's body. "Very nice... Now... be prepared..." Montiga growled quietly to the dragon's own rumbling, bobbing and slurping maw.

It never really dawned on the lust-driven dragon until he heard a heavy hiss filling the air and a sharp thrust buried nearly every inch of the snake's musky cock in his maw. His snout was pressed firmly against the naga's fragrant slit, the scents washing over him as the very tip of his cock rippled and flared. Then he felt it - an enormous ripple, a wave running along the entire length of the naga's cocks before it reached his throat. An eruption of fiery, musky seed filled his maw and bulged his own throat while the rest simply coated the drake's body in a blanket hot, sticky white seed.

The scent was unbearable now, Fyrre only clenching his eyes closed now as he greedily gulped down glob after glob of thick cum, his throat muscles dragging along that smooth shaft, milking it of every drop it had while Montiga's second shaft continued to cover and bathe him in that overbearing musk. It was heavenly! It seemed to last for an eternity, as each swallow drew on another bout of the naga's orgasm, which was promptly guzzled down and the process repeated. Fyrre felt his stomach soon distending from the sheer weight of the seed filling it, though it didn't make much of a difference to him. He was devouring his friend after all.

It finally died down though, the snake's firm grip soon lightening on his shoulders, just enough for Fyrre to tug himself free with a wet, exhausted slurp. He panted and groaned, his once ebony form now splotched and splattered with waves of white, the snake's essence coating him, claiming him. He blushed a little now as the snake uncoiled himself, purring quietly, his shafts soon softening just a little. "That was fun..." Montiga hissed in delight as he simply gazed over the obsidian skinned dragon, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

His thoughts had wandered a little too far, the dragon's curiosity not piqued; could this naga consume other ways as well? He was certainly slickened up enough, so he had nothing to lose from asking... He swallowed hard as he worked up the courage to ask about his personal guilty pleasure...

"Yeah... d-do you... anal vore too? or... only cock?" He stammered weakly, his voice quiet and choked as he finished swallowing the stray globules of snake spunk. Tilting his head away shyly, he only heard the snake chuckle as his coils writhed and slithered around the dragon even further. "Why don't we find out?" The naga hissed, making the dragon blush a little more.

About to turn his head to respond, Fyrre was caught by surprise as he felt a heavy coil drape over his back and pull his body down a little, soon pressing his snout against the smooth undersides of the naga's body. He grunted and squirmed a little, blushing as the definitive musk of the snake's tail hole filled his senses, making him squirm and writhe just a bit, his snout pressing gently against that firm ring. He could see small strands of cum adhering to the soft, purplish-pink flesh as the ring flexed slightly to allow him a view of the insides, the cavernous passage light pink, warm and incredibly inviting.

It wasn't fair that Fyrre had already loosed his load multiple times, as he would have loved to reward the naga once more for his arousing behavior with another climax... but he was simply too drained to respond properly. Instead he gingerly flicked his tongue forward, lapping along that warm ring and breaking the strands of seed with a purr, the attention drawing a pleasured sigh from Montiga's lips.

Had it not been for the hand forcing his head into that fleshy ring, he would have gladly dived in... though it was always nice to know the gluttonous extent of one's predator... and from the way the tail ring flexed invitingly, he was more than happy to be stuffed from any orifice. All the better for Fyrre!

Squirming slowly, his snout spreading that tail ring wide in a matter of seconds, the drake let out a rumbling purr as the strong flesh just gripped and tugged over his head. It was surprising that the naga had to put little force behind him, the machinations of his body doing more than plenty to guide his meal deeper and deeper; in fact, two tugs of that anal passage had the dragon's horns fully locked inside that tail ring, preventing any escape whatsoever... not that he'd want to escape. It was too comfortable in here.

He felt Montiga's body shifting beneath him, undulating a little more as the coils pulled his body up into the air; he could feel gravity pulling on his shoulders now, tugging him deeper and deeper into that warm and unbelievably musky rectum. He shuddered quietly, unable to really control himself as he squirmed slowly and sprawled his upper torso as that too was consumed by the fleshy ring. The sounds of pleasure echoed throughout his captor's body, letting the dragon know just how pleasurable the experience was for his predator as well... though when he unfurled his wings after they'd been engulfed, he heard the snake practically roar in delight.

"Mmm, ssssssssssssssuch a tease!" the naga hissed heavily, reflexively clenching hard with his tail hole. He panted and purred, crooned and chirred more and more as the rhythmic, hypnotic ripples of the snake's inner walls slowly guided him through the impeccably clean passage - a true predator never lets any part of his prey go to waste. He soon felt his cocks, hips, legs, and finally feet vanishing into that fleshy passage with a small ripple, only a few droplets of cum slipping from his body and onto the outside of the tail ring. As his tail slipped in, he could feel the snake's paw reaching down to collect the cum, a delighted rumble following soon after.

The world had grown dark; the soft squelches of the rippling muscles around him filled his senses, the scent of musk and cum obscuring his sense of smell. He blushed, his hearing becoming more and more acute as the minutes passed, the soft jostles of the naga's body helping speed his trip toward the naga's stomach. It felt like an eternity when he finally felt his snout pressing against the entrance of Montiga's stomach, a delighted groan flowing from his lips. This was it.

Montiga simply crooned as he watched the rest of his meal slipping into his bowels, the delightful bulges forming and molding the thin scaled flesh of his openings soon becoming obscured beneath the layers of thick, powerful muscle comprising his coils; soon the only thing left of the adventurous dragon in his body was a very faint bulge pressing below his stomach. Montiga hissed, loving how easy it was to hide his predatory nature beneath rippling muscle, and coming to the gym was always a perfect guise too. After a hard workout, one needed a lot of protein to sustain metes of musculature like he did... fortunately, protein was always in abundant supply here.

He uncurled his coils as he felt his prey being tucked away into his stomach, his coils making a metallic hiss as they drug across the smooth floor of the sauna. A gurgle from his stomach filled the room and the squirming increased a little, making the snake smile in pleasure. His hand idly caressed the faintly struggling flesh, a smile creeping across his face once more as he went out to hunt for another snack. Of course, he might not need one after the dragon had been added to his body, but one could never have too much protein after a workout.

Besides, there was a lot of muscular male left to feed, and there would always be more room to grow.

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