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Curiosity

Featuring Faora Meridian

by Mog Moogle

A soft rumble quaked the lake floor causing the silt and stones to shift slightly and distort the light refractions that danced atop them. There sat a stone mouth of an ancient cavern, there before the low valley filled with water when ice receded to the mountain tops. Echoing with movement from within its depths, a clawed forefoot gripped the edge of the mouth on one side followed by the other on the opposing side, pulling the beast they were attached to from the darkness that encompassed him. Keen serpent-like blue-green eyes caught the refracted sunlight as the scaled head they were socketed in peered through the threshold and into the undersurface.

Horns curled up and back from the ridges above his eyes. On the end of muzzle rested two nostril slits that were closed to prevent the water from disrupting his sense of smell when he was topside. The sharp tips of his larger draconian incisors rested over the top his bottom jaw. With little effort he pulled himself out of the cave and into the mass of the water in a quick motion, revealing his entire body and trailing silky murk that was previously settled on the cave floor behind him.

With gyrations of his twenty-one foot length and the aid of the arc of fins from his neck base to the start of his tail he gracefully moved through the water. His wings extend fully to one and one-half the length of his body and flapped back against his body, acting as large paddles and thrusting him even faster through the water. His eyes picked up a dark patch moving above him, exactly what he was looking for.

Shifting his wings and his body's serpentine movements, he nearly effortlessly went from moving forward through the water straight up toward the mass above him. The dragon opened his maw as he went through the tightly packed school of fish, catching a mouthful of nearly one third of the school and chomping them down, swallowing most of them whole.

The school scattered away from the dragon too late, not a single fish aware of their fate until the fast-moving water dragon was well past them and breaking the surface of the lake. He shot up like a whale breaching but didn't let the lack of buoyancy didn't drag him down. His wings extended and flapped in the air and shot him higher into the early morning sky as swells of water radiated out from the breach and white streams trailed behind him and cascaded down like a heavy rain.

He turned to the night horizon with the twilight of dawn over the mountains at his back. He glanced at the tall pines on the edge of the lake as he angled his wings back and lifted up a few hundred feet from the treetops. A little ways into the forest was a clearing that wasn't far from the concealed topside entrance to his lair. He noticed a lone stag in the clearing, carefully nibbling the berries he could get at on a briar patch.

The dragon made a wide circle far above its head and out of notice. With a half roll, he went into a rapid dive toward the clearing. His sleek form and smooth blue scales made for an equally aerodynamically and hydrodynamically adept body. Air wisped around his wings as he made slight adjustments to stay in line with his target. Just before he dipped below the treetops, he rolled from his back and opened his maw with a loud hiss and a crack from superheated air fleeing the flash boiled steam blast that he expelled.

Startling at the sound, the young stag with felt still covering his meager two points didn't make it half a bound before his body was enveloped in steam as hot as a volcanic plume. Blinded and burned nearly numb, he barely felt the talon-like grip of the dragon coming down atop him, pinning him to the ground. The dragon snaked his neck down, took the deer's neck in his maw and with a sharp jerk the fragile vertebrae and spinal cord broke and severed, rendering the deer's body lifeless in every sense.

With a quick thrust of his wings the dragon moved himself and his bounty a good distance from the briars, lightly tossing the deer's body in front of where he sat down. He settled in, laying his body down against the soft grass before taking a look around and inhaling the scents from his surroundings. With the exceptions of a few hares and squirrels, he felt relatively safe to eat without fear of being disturbed.

His teeth made short work of the stag's hide, tearing it and the tender muscles from the bones. When the larger chunks had been eaten too small, the dragon manipulated the smaller pieces with his forefeet, picking them up and using his claws very much the same way any biped would. Nothing of the deer was wasted, bones were ground and swallowed, innards were too devoured. When the dragon finished his meal, the only evidence remaining was a crimson stain on the greens and browns of the grass.

Easing his head up and glancing at the surroundings once more before again sniffing the air for signs of any lurking threats, he decided that the early morning's meal should slake his hunger for a few days and that he didn't need to rush to beat the morning sun to conceal himself. He would, however, be prudent enough to pick himself up and walk on his four legs out of the clearing under the cover of the pines. Finding a large spruce with the bows stripped at the base by age, he eased in underneath the thick green needles above him and curled up around the tree trunk.

Though he didn't intend on sleeping a deep and restful sleep out in the open, the idea of a quick nap to aid his digestion wasn't at all unappealing. His translucent nictitating membrane slid closed over his eyes with his outer eyelids remaining slightly open. His nostrils flared wide on every inhale. His ear canals resonated with the sounds of the morning forest. Though his mind and body slid into a restful state, his senses stayed ever alert.

Midday crept overhead and the noon sun shown through the needles in the trees to give the floor a shady illumination. The dragon had been aware of everything around him since he laid down under the tree, but had not stirred even when a quail had come to rest midway up his tail and peered curiously at him for a few moments before taking flight toward the grasslands outside the forest. Small fowl would do nothing in the way of threatening a beast as large as he, so they didn't merit paying much mind.

However, a clumsily broken branch near the edge of the forest by the lake caused his eyes to open fully. It was an animal, quadrupedal but smaller than most. The foot falls were unfamiliar, and his nostrils picked up a new scent. Warm-blooded mammal, male, foreign dirt under its claws, a combination of familiar and unfamiliar nuts, berries and even meat on his exhales. An omnivore had never crossed into his territory before.

Then something very curious caught his attention. Several beats of featherless membrane-covered wing. Could this be some kind of mammalian dragon? He raised his head to the underside of the bows taking care not to rustle them and looked in the direction of the sound. It's so small, and surely it would be aware it crossed into my territory. If it were a dragon, it would know that challenging me would be certain death for him ... No. This must be something else.

Whether it was wittingly doing so or not, the creature was approaching him. With practiced stealth, he eased out from under the tree and continued to look in the direction of the disturbance. _It's clumsy. Hard to believe it would be a predator. It wouldn't be able to stalk a deaf hare._It probably wouldn't have been dangerous to investigate, it might not have been entirely prudent but curiosity was overcoming the concerns he had.

Barely making a sound he crept toward the creature. While he was skulking nearer, he heard another branch break. This time it was off the floor. Listening to the sound that the creature was making, he heard scratches, scrapes and occasional wing beats in quick succession.It's climbing a tree? It has wings but does not fly?

The dragon increased his pace while still maintaining his stealth. After a few moments, a large redwood that a storm had topped so long ago that the timber on the floor was nothing more than rotten splinters came into view of his keen sight. Halfway up the tree was a hollowed out opening that honey bees had built their hive in. The curious creature was perched precariously on a branch below the opening.

It had white fur, a slightly pudgy midsection, flesh colored bat-like wings and a little red ball that bounced on the end of an antenna attached to his forehead. His back legs were extended and his front paws grasped the opening a little more that four feet from the branch he was on. With an awkward bound, he got up and slid most of his upper body right in the bee hive.

The dragon could hear the buzzing of the riled bees as the hive defenses prepared to expel the invader. He watched as the hind paws scratched at the bark on the tree as he tried to hold himself in the hive. The bees began to swarm around him in an increasingly thick cloud. _This creature is either immune to bee stings, or just doesn't care about the pain._The dragon's observation was only half right as he noticed the wings extend and bat several times, dispersing the bees with the created gust of wind.

The creature emerged from the hive with a chunk of honeycomb in his mouth and another in one of his front paws. It landed on the branch and then jumped off almost forty feet from the ground. His wings extended and with a haphazard glide he coasted safely down with a half-rough half-graceful landing. Sitting on his haunches at the base of the tree he tilted his head back and with a few chomps, the bees wax encased honey was completely in his muzzle.

With a few moments of chewing the little creature managed to swallow the honey and wax and then happily popped the other piece in his muzzle. The creature was sitting facing him so he was able to get a better look. Fuzzy cheeks with tufts adorning the edges, and a slight puff on his chest where a thicker tuft rested in the middle of his breast. His wings were folded, but from what he his span was as he was tall. It was obvious why he couldn't fly with his relatively small wings for the apparent size and weight of his body.

He recognized the way he looked from stories of other dragons in his family den before he left. It was a moogle, but he'd never heard of one coming so far out of the mountains where their den was alleged to be. Lifting his neck and cocking his head a little as he studied the moogle. He couldn't help but feel amused at the little creature greedily chewing the honey covered wax and licking his paw. However, he was a little surprised when the creature finished cleaning his sticky paw and got up and walked toward him again.

The dragon now had a choice; either stay hidden and sneak away so that it wouldn't discover him, or reveal himself and frighten the small creature off. If the little creatures were moving into his territory, an encounter would be inevitable and perhaps even confrontational. Being omnivorous, they might disrupt the ecosystem and make game hunting scarce in his territory. It was a balance he himself was careful to protect since he'd spent the last century building and maintaining his den and territory.

With a throaty rumble to announce his presence and snapping tree branches as he raised up and spread his wings, the little moogle stopped in his tracks a mere thirty yards from the beast. The moogle's eyes were wide but not necessarily frightened. Putting one of his forelegs down with a tromp that indented the soft earth and impacted loudly the dragon stepped out of the bows with breaking limbs falling to the ground. What the moogle did next really surprised the dragon.

The much smaller creature lowered its head a little and continued to walk toward him. The movement was clearly not hostile so the dragon had no cause to destroy the creature, though he was still determined to deter him from further exploration. Easing himself back down but leaving his wings extended to intimidate the creature, he extended his muzzle until it was a few feet from the moogle and expelled a blast of steam skyward from his nostrils in two large plumes in opposing rises.

Pausing for a moment until the heat from the steam trickled off with the decreasing stream, the moogle stepped right up to the dragon's muzzle and lifted his head to within inches of the lethal maw. The moogle's nose wrinkled as he sniffed the scales on the end of the dragon's snout, and then sat back on his haunches again and looked up, making a noise that the dragon had never heard. Kupo, echoed in the dragon's ears.

He pulled his head back and lifted up, looking down at the little creature as he folded his wings back down. What a brazen thing,_the dragon thought as he watched the creature look up at him and even appear quite happy to see him. "_You're brave, for something I could easily consider a snack," he said aloud to the moogle in his draconic tongue, to which the moogle replied with another enthusiastic kupo.

The dragon chuckled to himself at the sight. He extended his paw toward the moogle and opened it up. The little moogle sniffed at one of his claw tips and then gave it a quick lick on the blunt backside. Pushing one of his digits against the little moogle's cheek, he gave the moogle a small affectionate rub. Responding in turn, the moogle nuzzled against him.

Pulling his paw away from the small creature, he eased his body down and laid on the ground in front of him. The moolge responded by easing up to the dragon's muzzle and nuzzled at the side of his maw. Still unsure of his intentions, the dragon lifted his head and looked down at the moogle again. This opened up some of the lighter blue colored scales on his underside to the moogle and he padded over to the base of his neck and nestled in as close as he could get.

He eased back a little and the moogle responded by snuggling close again. He eased back once more and the moogle did so again. Reaching over with his paw he carefully plucked the moogle up off the ground and looked at him. The creature's forelegs were free as the digits on the strong dragon paw wrapped around the moogle's midsection. It reached out it's small fur covered paw and rubbed its pawpads over the dragon's muzzle.

Easing it a little closer the moogle climbed out of his paw and up onto his muzzle, then across it and up on top of his eye ridges between his horns. The dragon felt him move over to one of his horns and sniff at it, then nibble on it. With a flick of his head he tossed the moogle into the air a short ways and caught him on his muzzle. His eyes crossed as he looked at the small creature on his nose. "What is it you want, little one? Do you study me to find a weakness, do you desire companionship, do you just not comprehend the danger of approaching a dragon?"

The moogle straddling his muzzle kupo'd cheerfully and wagged its short tail. Lowering his head and angling his muzzle down the moogle slid off slowly until its rear rested on the ground. The moogle again pawed at the end of his snout. Pulling his head aloft again, the dragon spread his wings and batted them twice, causing loose debris from the forest floor to whirl up past the moogle in strong gusts of wind. When the wind died the moogle looked up at him and repeated the action with his own wings, causing a much smaller gust of wind.

The dragon again chuckled and then sighed to himself. He would have no time or need for a pet lurking about demanding attention and decided it would be best to leave the creature be and retreat to his lair. He eased up into a standing position and turned around carefully so as not to step on the friendly creature. Hunching down to prepare to launch himself into the sky, he was stopped by a sudden movement behind him.

Looking down between his legs he saw the small creature walk under his tail and then stop right before his rear legs and raise his muzzle up and sniff at his backside. "What do you think-" the dragon started to say out loud but his draconic growl was cut short by a sudden surprised yip as the moogle began licking his cloacal-like vent.

The small tongue wasn't long enough to go inside the dragon, but it lapped at his rear opening with seemingly practiced precision. Digging his claws into the dirt, the dragon lifted his tail and spread his hind legs apart as he looked back forward and shut his eyes tightly. He wasn't sure if the creature had the intention to produce that result or if it was just some sort of odd behavior of the small mammal, but he chose not to argue with it since it had been decades since he'd last had any kind of sexual gratification.

Little by little, the small tongue worked over every inch of the dragon's tailhole until the moogle's saliva coated all of its exterior. Changing the style of his licks from short and grooming-like to broad and deliberate over the opening itself, pushing as meagerly deep as the tonguing would go. The change in stride gave the dragon the indication that the action might be to deliberately arouse him, and it was reinforced by the fact that the tip of his draconian penis was slipping through the protective covering of his genital slit.

A deep contented rumble emanated from the dragon as his second and third ridges slid into the open air and then a throaty moan as the full twenty-one inch length stood fully erect. His body and sex permeated the air with his pheromones around them, and he could hear the moogle respond to the scent of his potentially mate enticing chemicals by beginning to softly coo and squeak as he continued his efforts on the his backside.

Knowing that if the moogle continued, he would be worked into a lust induced frenzy and probably end up running the small creature through with more force than the tiny body would be able to endure. He reluctantly willed himself to pull away. Turning around to the small creature, he was surprised to see that it had turned its back to him and now stood with its tail hiked and legs spread.

The soft pink textured tailhole contrasted against his creamy white fur. The moogle's penis fully erect and exposed, also a sharp and very noticeable contrast. In the stories of the moogles he had heard, there was never mention of them trying to get a dragon to mount them. He chuckled out loud and laid back down on the ground, putting his muzzle against the moogle's rear and licking its entirety, causing the little creature's hind legs to lift off the ground before it slid down against his tongue.

Tucking his right wing tightly and folding his spiny fin down, he rolled onto his back and then plucked the moogle up and sat him on his underbelly near his erection. "It would surely be fatal for me to attempt to enter your body, little one." He told the creature. The moogle blinked at him a few times and then gave another cheerful kupo.

The moogle looked over his shoulder at the tip of the large member pointing at him and eased himself back. The dragon cocked his head as he watched the small creature walking backwards on his underbelly scales until the tip was wedging between the small furry cheeks. The warm fur brushed his glans and the dragon growled a deep moan through clenched teeth. He wouldn't be able to keep from skewering the small creature if it kept being insistent.

Putting his paw on the moogle's back, he pushed him into a laying position. He felt resistance to the forced motion but his strength easily overpowered it. Looking at him with a curious expression, the little moogle soon got the gist of the dragon's actions as the dragon thrust his hips up and his large member pushed over the top of his tail and up the middle of his back between his wings.

The moogle spread his rear legs and let them slide down the dragon's midsection so that his rear was pressed against the base of the draconic maleness, feeling the ridges rub against his cheeks and the tip dribbling pre-cum on his back. Cooing at the feel of the warm pulses from the dragon's comparatively slow racing heartbeat.

Closing his eyes as he began to thrust in a faster rhythm against the soft fur, he gripped the moogle with the paw he used to push him down and squeezed his pert rear. The moogle began breathing heavily, cooing and murmuring with an occasional sultry kupo mixed in and even grinding his erection down against the simultaneously firm and soft coolness of the dragon scales.

_This creature feels pleasure. This is more than breeding to propagate his species, this creature lusts ... Lusts for me. It's been so long ..._He knew then that he wouldn't be able to hold back. His extraordinary will was crumbling under the weight of the tiny being on his stomach begging him to let go of it.

His eyes shot open at a sudden movement on his belly. He felt the little moogle roll onto his back, the un-furred flesh of his wing brushing his exposed member as he moved. Settling back in with the large penis now pressed firmly against his front, the moogle grasped the ridge behind the glans with his paws and moved his muzzle to the tip. His tongue brushed the frenulum-like cluster below the cleft of his glans and ran it to the urethral orifice, taking all of the pre in his muzzle that he could.

It wasn't long before the moogle was working the dragon orally in earnest. His paws would grasp and squeeze while his tongue would work around the underside of his head and occasionally inside the urethral opening. He would greedily swallow the pre-cum when he got a muzzle full of it, which the dragon was now leaking copious portions of.

"I can't ... hold back." The dragon hissed in warning. The moogle rolled back away from the dragon's penis and onto his stomach again. He cracked his eyes open enough to see what he would have only been able to describe as a knowing expression on the moogle's face. He was doing it on purpose? As that realization was sinking in he was again surprised as the moogle shifted his body around and pushed the tip between his cheeks once more.

Pushing the large tip against his small opening, the dragon could no longer stand the tease. With a grunt and a thrust of his hips the taper spread the small moogle's hole wide and pushed into his body until it clamped around the end of his glans. The moogle yipped out loud, the sudden expansion clearly painful but the dragon was amazed that after a few seemingly pained exhales the moogle murmured contentedly.

The small creature even began to wiggle back, forcing a little more of the dragon's length inside of him. It stopped at the first ridge, and then with a long inhale, he plunged the ridge past his stretched tailring and it too slipped into his body. A loud roar echoed through the trees as the dragon felt the warmth of another wrapped around him again.

His whole focus had to be on not rutting the little moogle. He knew if he gave into that increasingly building judgment clouding fog of lust, he would surely tear the moogle apart from the inside out. His roar quieted to a growl as his reason was giving way under the onslaught and his hips bucked up very slightly, moving the imbedded length in the moogle's rear relatively long distances.

The moogle in turn cooed and gave an occasional soft approving kupo. He would pick his body up off the dragon a little and ease it back down, working into the soft gyrations of the dragon's hips and forcing the tailhole stretching girth, bigger around than his hind leg, even deeper. His insides covered every part of the dragon's member that was inside of him with his tip rubbing the natural curve of the moogle's colon.

The tip oozed pre in volumes that would dwarf most other creatures' total ejaculation. It coated the moogle's silky passage and even seeped from his tailhole around the shaft, slickening the tight walls and providing some mild relief from the vice-like grip of the stretched internals. The added lubricant assisted in the dragon slowly, deliberately and painstakingly inching a little more inside while the moogle worked equally hard to lasciviously and forcefully do the same.

"You must stop." The dragon pleaded. His response was the moogle pushing back harder and forcing more of the tapering shaft in up to his second ridge. "You MUST stop." The dragon begged but the moogle pushed down against him hard until the second ridge snagged against his tailring, and then with a soft grunt and some effort, it slipped in.

The dragon's eyes went wide as the pleasure burst through his will like a sudden breach in a dam. He grabbed the moogle with both his claws by the flanks of his rear and lifted him the near ten inches he'd managed to squeeze inside himself into the air, causing all but the very tip to slip free. Then with a dominant, 'you asked for it' growl, he thrust up and slammed the head, first and second ridges back in the little moogle as deep as it was.

The moogle yipped at the rapid insertion, and then again at a second and third in rapid succession. By the sixth thrust, the pained yips morphed into long and sultry moans. The dragon pistoned his hips with force that squelched loudly as the pre leaked from the moogle and around the dragon. The dragon's lift of the moogle's rear pushed his front farther into his tummy, and the moogle gave the dragon's scales appreciative licks between his pants and moans.

"Eager ... wanting ... MINE!" The dragon growled as he took the creature in all the ways that the buttons he was pushing demanded. The tailring of the little moogle expanded and contracted around the glans, shaft and the two ridges. Pushing his rear down as best he could against the dragon's thrust as his large forepaws held him up, the moogle's own member swayed back and forth.

With the wonderful assault on his backside it was inevitable that the fur covered testicles between the moogle's legs drew up and twitched. The intense pressure on him from the inside pushed him into a sudden orgasm, spraying jets of his seed against the dragon's scales mixing with the dragon's own pre that the vigorous movement had flung all over his midsection.

Aware of the moogle's orgasm insofar as feeling the muscles tighten and hearing the moans, the dragon paid it little more mind than just that, a mere observation. His focus was now on breeding the pent up lust out of himself that the small creature had brought on. The movements of his penis in the stretched body had caused his length to work in another full inch, but the increasing girth of the tapir and the inward capacity of the moogle was taxed as the tip of his member managed to push in as deep as the back of his descending colon.

A small semblance of self control kept the dragon from merely pushing straight through the moogle's organs and burying himself to the hilt. He was amazed he could get as deep as he could in the seemingly fragile body. Still the moogle insisted that the dragon go harder by continuing to meet his upward thrusts with downward pushing. Letting his self control degrade under the lust wracked emotions and the eagerness of the moogle, he increased his speed but was mindful not to let himself damage the already shifted internals.

The moogle continued to pant and moan atop the dragon, still occasionally giving his scales an appreciative lick when he could. The dragon himself eased his head back and rested it on the ground with his eyes closed tightly. His member pulsed and began to swell. His teeth grit together and his breathing was in sharp inhales through his nostrils and hissing exhales through his teeth. His keen dragon mind fogged by his desire fought the urge to orgasm to make the moment last, but the carnal act's sheer pleasure came to overwhelm it.

"More sultry than a bitch in heat, more eager than a human whore, tighter than any willing dragon I've ever had," the dragon told the small creature. "You wanted this from the start. You sought coupling with the master of this valley." He paused to grumble out a deep and throaty roar that shook the branches of the trees and caused the ground beneath them to tremble. "Now you'll have it!"

The dragon pulled the moogle off his maleness just before a forceful torrent of potent semen shot in quarts roughly against the moogle's backside, spraying in all directions as the paint splash of off-white viscous fluid hit the moogle's cleft between his cheeks. Enough forced in the slightly agape tailhole to displace most of the pre and replace it with the potentially egg siring draconian cum while much more of it coated the entirety of the moogle's lower body and even up his back, over his wings and on top of his head.

The force of the second jet was even greater, propelling the moogle slightly forward as he was hit by the flash flood of the culminated dragon lust, working its way underneath the moogle and coating his stomach and chest as it slid between the scales and the fur. Several more jets of the spilling seed covered nearly every inch of the moogle's body and most of the dragon's underside. When it was calming down to few final trickles no more forceful than a war horse stallion, the dragon pushed the tip back inside the little moogle's hole which accepted it easily with the massive amounts of dragon cum and the exhausted tailring offering no resistance. Only three small spurts delivering a few cups worth of the result of the efforts were actually planted in the little moogle directly from the source.

The small creature panted heavily as his body slid into a prostrate position from physical exhaustion and the slick dragon semen prevented him from lifting himself into any other position. Even though the scales were excellent at shedding water, the sticky fluid managed to cling very well from the years of pent up accumulation of the semen and sperm that could easily father a very large brood. The paws holding the moogle's rear were now the only thing from keeping the little cum-soaked creature from sliding off.

After several moments, the dragon's orgasmically grimaced eye ridges relaxed and he opened his eyes to the sights of the forest floor. He picked his head up and curved his neck, looking down at the small moogle on his stomach. He wasn't moving, but the dragon could feel the breaths and heartbeat against his body. He moved one of his paws off the moogle and lightly stroked at is cheek with the smooth top of his claw.

The little moogle stirred a little, looking up at the dragon and opening his eyes a crack so as not to let the cum covering his face get into his eyes. With a soft smile the dragon slid the moogle up and his deflating and receding member slid out of his tailhole for the final time. Moving the moogle within reach of his muzzle, he extended his tongue and gently groomed the moogle's face so that the small creature could look at him.

His efficient tongue removed nearly all traces of the dragon seed from the moogle's head, save an occasional drip from the bobbling red bauble adorning him. Returning the favor, the moogle put his muzzle against the dragon's scales and began lapping up the remnants of the escapade. The dragon chuckled at the little moogle's efforts but let him know that he would do the majority of the heavy lifting as he eased the moogle a little farther up until it rested on his chest and he began grooming the moogle's soaked fur in broad licks on the larger surface areas and pinpoint precise licks in the nooks.

It wasn't long before the moogle was clean on his back and wings, so the dragon rolled him onto his stomach. The moogle's own erection had deflated none and still stood at attention. The dragon actually rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head playfully at the incorrigible arousal of the small moogle. As the dragon started grooming his belly, the moogle put his paws on the end of his snout and snuggled against it.

The dragon smiled a bit as his tongue worked down until it caressed around the moogle's sack and sheath, taking special care not to let it touch the actual erection. He could hear the moogle whimper and it tried to buck its hips up against his tongue, but the dragon skilfully kept it away. After several moments of whimpering and whining, and not until the moogle's fur was absent all of the dragon cum, and then not until a very desperate sounding kupo, the dragon finally licked over the four inch length with the tip of his tongue.

Because of his position the moogle was looking up at the underside of the dragon's tongue and the moogle gripped it with his paws and pulled his muzzle to it. The little moogle began licking the soft prehensile talented tongue with his own, sharing a large-beast tiny-creature kiss.

The dragon's tongue tip slid up the length and over the head, encircling the glans before flicking it softly and then going back down. All the while the moogle enjoyed the cum-finished taste of the dragon's saliva in soft tongue kisses. The dragon churred and that caused his tongue to vibrate against the little moogle's member. The dragon felt the small paws grip his tongue tighter and the hips of the moogle humped up at him.

Sensing the moogle was close to another orgasm, the dragon increased his pace and varied his style slightly. His tongue would rub over the more sensitive glans with a little more force than previously and he pinned the erection down against the moogle's body and stroked its length. The moogle released the dragon's tongue and laid back against the dragon's scales as he panted. He bucked his hips against the dragon's tongue as his muscles tightened.

The little member pulsed and the furry sack drew up once more. The skillful ministrations of the dragon's tongue combined with a pleasant soreness and very full feeling in his backside pushed him to the brink rapidly. With a soft moan a small stream shot onto the dragon's tongue. Easing his tongue off the moogle's member it was freed to stand erect for the rest of his orgasm. The dragon made sure that all of it was caught on his tastebuds.

It was very different than the heady alkaline taste of his own. It was slightly sweet, sharing some of the same undertones, but the different diet obviously made a difference. It almost took on subtle hints of the berries he'd smelled on the moogle's breath. It was a disappointment that it was over so quick when the small spurts stopped spraying and trickled a few times before stopping all together.

The dragon lifted his head back and looked at the little moogle panting on his chest. With a smile he watched the moogle settle down and let the afterglow bleed off. The moogle rolled back over and curled up with a sleepy yawn. The dragon chuckled and shook his head before picking the moogle up from his chest and setting him on the ground. The moogle looked up at him and pawed at his paw as he released him.

"You couldn't possibly want more," the dragon began as he eased back onto his stomach and then to a standing position on all fours. He bent his neck and began to lick his own seed from his underside. The moogle stepped forward and gave his neck a quick nuzzle before walking past where the dragon's head was and standing on his hind legs to assist the grooming. By the time the moogle had cleaned two of the larger belly scales, the dragon had completely cleaned the rest of himself off.

Giving the moogle a quick nuzzle on its side, the dragon again carefully stepped around the creature and prepared to take off. He was stopped by a kupo from behind him. Looking back, the moogle was again backside to him with his tail up, his used tailhole in view even as the cum leaked from him.

The dragon turned around and extended his paw, carefully pushing the moogle's hiked rear back down. With a whine the moogle looked up at him with a playful begging desire in his eyes. Shaking his head with a sigh, he looked down at the creature and told him, "I must return to my home. As you should yours, little one."

The little moogle turned around and looked up at the dragon and smiled. "Heh, being cute often gets you what you want, kupo." The dragon blinked in surprise as he looked over the creature and processed what he'd just heard. It spoke, and it spoke clearly.

"You speak?" The dragon queried in his deep rumbling voice in the same language as he cocked his head the other way. "You speak the tongue of the humans?"

"Makes dealing with them a little easier, kupo!" The moogle giggled and walked over to the dragon's paw and nuzzled at it. "'Means we have at least two things in common. We're both bilingual, and we both enjoy each other intimately, kupo."

"So you really _did_know what you were doing the whole time."

"'Course, kupo!" The moogle beamed. "And you wanted it, too. The rest of my den is going to be so jealous. The first moogle mounted by a dragon, kupo!"

"You're insane." The dragon shook his head and chuckled. "Are you planning on staying in my valley?"

"Oh, I'll be around a lot more frequently ..." The moogle giggled as the dragon's expression shifted to a slightly concerned one. "No, I'm not moving in, kupo. I'll just be sure to stop in when I'm in the area. That was some really good honeycomb."

The dragon responded with a head shake and a chuckle. He rubbed the moogle's cheek with the smooth side of his claw again and the moogle nuzzled against it affectionately. "What is your name, little one?"

"Mog. An' you, kupo?"

"You may call me Faora."

"Fae Fae it is."

The dragon rolled his eyes and smiled at the little moogle.

* * * * *

Several weeks after his encounter with the moogle, the dragon was again slipping out of the underwater cave entrance looking for a meal. Gracefully as always, he swam toward the shore line where ripples on the water near the mountain tributary indicated that his prey was bent over at the water's edge and vulnerably drinking the refreshingly cool water.

Lining himself up to the source of the disturbance, he eased closer staying on the bottom to conceal his approach. When everything was perfect for a snatch and grab of the unsuspecting creature, he lashed his wings and thrust himself quickly toward the shore, still deep enough to not boil the water on the surface when he picked up the speed. Drawing nearer to the prey, his keen eyes picked up a silhouette. Then another, and another until it totaled four.

When he was a stone's throw from breaching the water, the silhouettes became more defined. Bat wings too small to fly for the creatures they were attached to. Faora dug his claws into the rock scattered silt and slid to a stop in about fifteen feet of depth, kicking up mud, sand and rocks in a large cloud around him. Three of the four silhouettes jumped as they were startled by the water and murk rushing at the shore. The fourth sat on his haunches and let the wave of water roll up over his paws without flinching.

Faora raised his neck until the top of his head broke the surface with a cocked eye ridge. He saw Mog sitting on the shore unmoved by his sudden stop and three other moogles behind him cautiously approaching the water's edge once again. They were all three smaller than Mog and seemed to be progressively so, the smallest being about half Mog's size with a slender frame that stood in contrast to the slightly pudgy midsections of the other three.

"Hi, Fae Fae." Mog greeted.

"There are ... four of you." Faora said with his eye ridge still raised as he looked over the moogles on the shore.

"Mm-hmm." Mog affirmed his observation and then looked over his shoulder at the trio that had accompanied him. "These are my younger brothers, kupo! I told them all about Fae Fae, and they wanted to meet him."

Faora rolled his eyes and shook his head before looking at the four moogles then chuckling. The dragon was getting the feeling that he might have to put off his meal for awhile. Perhaps he could drop them at the beehive for a bit while he found something to eat keep up his stamina. He had a feeling that it was about to be taxed.

_ The End _

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