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The Right Fit

I don't actually remember what convinced me to go, but once I'd heard of the party, I decided that I needed to be there.

It was a barn party. Not a lot of them near my home in Itham, but there's a huge market for old styled parties around the outskirts, so when such a farmland fiesta happens, it attracts a lot of people. Barn parties are naturally common in rural communities, since barns were obviously plentiful on farms; it was little more than a mini-music festival featuring the stylings of various rural-styled musicians in an outdoor environment. The selling point of a barn party is that the show must go on, rain or shine, which often resulted in hundreds of people from all walks of life covered in mud. Hell, even when it doesn't rain, people find a way to get muddy, that was part of the fun.

It's down and dirty, and that's why it reminded me of home.

I grew up on a farm, but have been pursuing higher education in one of the larger cities far away from where I grew up, so I am prone to bits of homesickness. It's not all that bad most of the time, but after my few unsuccessful hookups with various canines and felines, I was ready to call it quits; I was too lonely and annoyed to try another go with another half-witted jysarian floozy who's eyes were bigger than her snatch.

Females, males, it didn't matter; everyone dreamed of a huge cock, but as soon as I whipped mine out, they either made excuses why they couldn't take it or hurt themselves trying to. It wasn't like I was trying to hurt anyone or put others to shame, but when you're part equine, you tend to be well equipped. If there were other Errov students here, or even dragons that weren't paired, then I could easily find someone to enjoy intimacy with. Problem was, this school was comprised of three different species: Felines, Canines, and Avians. Jysar, Cien, and Oaira, respectively. I'm a hippogryph, so while part of me is avian, the other half is equine.

It's such a silly thing to focus on, but my cock is often bigger than the legs of the ones I bring home. Sounds sexy, but it's not fun. I'm too big, they're too tight, and even if I do manage to slip into a comfortable position, I have to pull out and don't enjoy a proper climax because I fear even the most capable would be torn apart by my explosive climax.

Little biology lesson: Hippogryphs are actually a blend of gryphon and equine, which means they actually have three parent species rather than the usual limit of two. A gryphon is a product of avian and feline, and I'm half equine, which means I have elements from all three of those species hidden in areas around my body. Two of those little gifts are an equine's massive flare upon climax, and the feline's splayed barbs. Couple those two during orgasm, and lesser beings will bleed.

Grossed out? Good, you should be. Short of gryphons, errov, and saurossins, I can't really enjoy sex of any kind. It's terrible.

Long ago, I did meet up with a fellow student - a ciennic sexual psychologist by the name of Natasha. She was amazing. She was a little small for her species, but we could enjoy each other's company, both platonic and intimate. Apparently her years studying sexual psychology somehow managed to give her the most elite of tastes. Normal sex with other Cien was just boring as hell to her. She had a trunk full of the largest of toys, regularly enjoyed a proper fisting session, and even actively searched me out to see if I was as massive as my reputation insinuated.

I am.

In fact, the barb-flare combo makes me even more aggressive in bed. Unlike the others, she loved this. Her years of testing her limits allowed her not only to take my length up to but not including my knot, but gave her the ability to not only enjoy but long for that barbed flare. She loved it when I came inside her, filling her womb with thick equine cum while my cock tip expanded to three times its girth, the denticle-hooks snagging on her cervix and locking me in place as my knot swelled up against her soft, fleshy vulva....

...Sorry. Memories of that bitch remain powerful to this day. It's a crime that her course took her north. I haven't seen her in over a year.

So I'm lonely. Leave me alone. I do have friends that help me out from time to time, but it's just not the same. Doesn't help that, Sexy as Melodi is, she looks so much like me that it's like fuckin' my sister. When the cock throbs, you gotta release, but it always makes me feel just a little uneasy afterwards.

And that's why I was at a barn party. The combination of being lonely and homesick made me dive back into the party scene. My goal before even leaving my apartment was to go to the party, enjoy some of the music, take some bitch, mare, hen, or whatever else I could find back to my place. No idea what I was going to do at that point, I just figured I'd improvise. I was good at that.

I actually wasn't prepared for what I found when I got there.

The night started out innocently enough, with me dressing up in cargo shorts and a fine button up plaid shirt - my go-to uniform for flirtation. The sun was disappearing over the horizon to blanket the farm that was hosting it in a deep orange and blue sky without a cloud to be seen. Once the bands started, I came to realize how much things had changed since I was but a yearling. Back then, rural music had simple strings and kinda whiny sounding vocals, but modern music was full of throbbing drums, incomprehensible lyrics, and complicated string work all backed by dancers, magic shows, and explosions in time with the music.

I won't deny, it was a powerful, infectious energy. It wasn't my kind of music, but the spectacle and the powerful drums brought the stomp out of me. Sadly, I wasn't hoofed, so I didn't give the proper clopping on the wooden dance floor that so many others had come to expect from a hippogryph.

Not only was I an incredibly rare species, but the distribution of species parts was off a little. Most hippogryphs were equine from the waist down and gryphon from the belly up. I'm kind of like what would happen if a hatchling found all the parts of two different dolls and put them together wrong. Sure, my head and chest were gryphon - even my upper arms were feathered - but my hands and forearms were equine with luxurious, flowing feathered hair. The bottom half was a similar story. Rump, crotch, tail, and upper thighs were equine, but I had big, fleshy, ebon talons underneath the feathered hair around my calves.

It was kind of a mess. I liked it, though. Oaira were known for the dexterity in their talons.

Dancing was fun, but I didn't klomp around like I was expected to, so I eventually called it quits and went to get a drink. There, I met Kaledi.

This was one absolutely tiny saurossin woman. No wings, bipedal, a light green over her body with beautiful stripes and spots on her back; pretty, but too tiny for me even to consider flirting with. This saurossin was half the size of others who had literally run away screaming once my cock unsheathed itself. While standing at the outdoor bar with her sitting on a bar stool beside me, her snout still only came up to my chest. She was so small I initially mistook her for a child. For this reason, I had the stupidest pick-up line in the history of pick-up lines.

"Shouldn't you ask your parents before making stupid decisions?" I asked her as I pointed to her shot glass - big enough compared to her to be a full drink.

She laughed and hung her head as her tongue draped into her drink. "Like I've never heard that one before."

Her inflection told me she was clearly not a child, but her voice was still high enough pitched that I wasn't convinced. "Heard what?" I probed as I sat beside her. I wasn't flirting with her, I swear!

"The kid jokes. I get it, I'm tiny. Smallest of my clutch. It's just not funny anymore." She took a big drink of her shot and slammed it on the table. "So please don't call me kid." She hissed at me and snarled before slipping off the stool and hopping away.

I was a little off put at first, but after only a few seconds of reflection that I enjoyed while watching her tail sway as she walked away, I came to realize that she was right to be angry. I did call her a hatchling, inadvertently.

I couldn't let that undignified first impression go unremedied, so I got up to chase her before she made it to the exit arch, but as soon as I got up I noticed she stopped and turned around, shaking her head in disgust. I panicked at first, thinking I was in for a thorough reaming for my rudeness, but I was pleasantly surprised when she apologized in a heartfelt but somewhat hyperactive string of loose thoughts.

"Look, I'm sorry for what happened back there, I'm just so upset lately about being called young and stuff, I'm a full grown reptile, you know! Some of us are smaller than others, we can't all be massive winged saurossins who fly the sky and can swallow a cow, okay? Mice. I mostly eat mice. I don't usually drink alcohol at all, but trying to dance in that mess of a dance floor is just not pleasant for me at all. People keep steppin' on me, pushing me over, or knocking my tail around. It's not fun. Dancing is supposed to be fun and it's not fun and I'm so fed up with being teased for being smaa-!" She raised a claw and began to wobble a bit, clearly a bit more tipsy than her rapid-fire jumble of words would have indicated.

I grabbed her to keep her from falling, then I lowered myself to one knee so I could look her in the eye. I was still taller than her by a rather wide margin. "You okay? Did you have too much to drink?"

She smiled and stuck her tongue out at me as she grinned a wide and toothy grin. "Yyyyup, I'm a total lightweight. One of the benefits of being tiny!" I tried not to laugh for fear of offending her again, but I was relieved when she let out a hearty chuckle, allowing me to laugh with her.

"So let's get you back to somewhere you can sit, shall we?" I picked her up and carried her far away from the bar, around the dance floor, and to one of the many barns that were lined up around the stage in a semicircle. The entire time I was carrying her, she was nuzzling into my neck and nibbling at my feathers, a gentle caress that actually made my skin tingle.

There were some nice little cafeteria styled picnic tables and chairs strewn between the barns, and we were far enough away from the music that it was little more than a dull, throbbing beat behind us. Nobody else was in the 'food court' area, just their garbage and papers and leftover food. "Now, you sober up a bit, miss." I instructed her. I turned around to pick up some of the garbage, which must have made her think I was leaving her because she hissed at me, grabbed my tail, and got angry with me.

"Don't you dare leave me, birdhorse person. You carried me here away from my buddies, so you better stay and chat! And don't ever call me miss, my name's Kaledi, but you can call me whenever you want. Erm, I mean, call me Kale. Or whatever you want. I don't care." She slumped down onto the table in front of her, tail drooping down to lay flat on the ground. She let go of my tail as she groaned a bit with a weird hiss as her tongue slipped out again. Usually only snakes stuck their tongue out so often. Leera was the only saurossin I had ever seen using their tongue as a way to show emotion. Perhaps it wasn't as uncommon as I thought.

I wasn't going to leave her, I just wanted to clean some of this mess up! "I wasn't going to leave, promise. This place is a mess, though. I can't stand messes."

"Well shit. I'm a mess right now. Better clean me up, right?" She shifted her legs and sluggishly rolled onto the table, legs, tail, and arms all splayed out as she looked at the deepening navy blue of the sky that was gradually growing dotted with stars. "Clean me."

I stared at her, completely unsure if she actually meant what I thought she meant. Clean her. Like, lick her up or something? Pretend I'm a priest and cleanse her of her sins? I didn't bother responding in any way, I just stared blankly at the red of the barn wall.

"Pussy." she scoffed, then rolled over so that she was sitting on the table, tail perky and jutting off the other side, feet on the bench beside me. She faced me and looked me in the eyes with her own golden yellow gaze and smiled. "You're a total pussy, but you've got heart. That's cute."

"I'd rather not be called cute, if you don't mind."

"What's wrong with cute?"

"What's wrong with miss?"

She clicked her tonge on the roof of her maw and smiled. "You make a good point. So, while we're here, all alone, tell me a bit about yourself. What is a city bird like yourself doing at a backwards barn party like this?"

I rolled my eyes and took in a deep breath as though I Was about to tell a grand, long winded tale, but I accidentally inhaled some of my own saliva and spent the next minute or so coughing and hacking into my elbows, Kale patting me on the back and mocking me.

It was a great night at that party. Kale seemed like a genuinely nice person, even if she was having a bad night. We shared stories, she told me about how she was visiting the college to hang out with her friend Vinn, which was funny because Vinn was also a friend of mine who helped introduce me to Melodi! Small world!

She wasn't a scientist or a student or anything, but she was looking to go to school and do some studies. The still hadn't decided what she wanted to do, and that was fine. She was young still. Not hatchling young, as she went to great lengths to explain, but still pretty young. Mature by a few years, but still young, chipper, and looking up both literally and metaphorically.

We laughed as the party died down and the alcohol flowed through her system. I lost track of how many times she had to go around behind the barn to piss, and every time she demanded I go with her to 'be watch, make sure nobody came'. Meanwhile, she'd make silly noises and rustle leaves and pretend to fall over so I'd come and help her. Like I said, I lost count of how many times she feigned this to me before I realized what she was doing.

The little trickster was trying to coerce me into seeing her in a vulnerable state, so I'd fondle her some more!

It wasn't something that was blunt and in my face, but I caught on the subtle hints like her eyes darting, the silly look she'd give me, and how she lifted her tail when I peeked around the barn, spreading her lips with her fingers as she wiggled her hips, jiggling a single bit of urine out of her to splash in the puddle. Not my thing, but I guess she thought it was sexy.

Perhaps it wasn't so subtle, but I'm not the most socially adept pickup artist in the world, and it was getting late. My mind was wandering, my nethers were tingling, and she was just making it so easy to fantasize about grabbing that tail of hers and ramming my cock in her slit. After what must have been a dozen attempts to woo me, I finally walked around to behind the barn and laid my hand on the base of her tail as I got to one knee, slowly sliding my fingers around her flank to the underside of her tail, gently rubbing at her slick, cool lips.

I felt like a fool for not picking up on the clear signs earlier.

"What took you so long?" She cooed at me over her shoulder, tail raised high and stiff.

I didn't respond, at least not vocally. Instead, I repositioned myself behind her with one hand on her hip, the other palm up to caress under her tail; a single, massive finger of mine pushed between her lips and into her slick cloacal passage. I had to be careful not to get in the wrong canal, or she may be a little upset with me.

I knew I got into her pussy when she gasped and threw her head back, maw open and tongue hanging out the side. Her tail clenched at the base to jerk up and down, still stiff from pleasure. A deep, rumbling churr reverberated through her tiny frame to vibrate her flesh on my fingertip, and that's when I realized that this was not the time or place to get this little lizard girl too excited.

"Would you rather go back to my place?" I offered her.

She bit at her lip and clenched down on my finger, swaying her hips gently as she pushed down, trying to force me in deeper. She grabbed onto my arm and nuzzled into the plumage on my chest, but didn't respond.

I shook my head and pulled my finger from her depths, leaving her empty and dripping fluids. It was nice to see her body produced an apt lubricant, she was going to need it. "Let's go, get some more privacy."

She bit at my shoulder hard enough to leave marks. "No, this is hot, let's stay here! What if someone catches us? That would be HOT!" Her squeaky voice lowered in tone, almost to a guttural growl.

But I wasn't too keen on getting caught in the middle of a farm with dozens of other people around, so I wrapped my arm around her tail, picked her up by the chest, and slung her over my shoulder so she could ride me. "We're gonna go back to my place, trust me. More fun there."

She raised her hands high to the sky and chanted a bit, smiling and laughing all the while. I made my way back through the food court, around the barn, to the dance floor (where I pretended to dance with her riding on my back), and eventually to the archway at the entrance. Just as we were about to leave, she stopped me.

"Wait! I forgot my bag! Go back to the alcohol area. The mess hall. The Ale dispensary. Whatever you call it, I don't care! I left it there!"

Turns out the barkeeper that was serving her drinks actually saw it and put it behind the counter so nobody would steal it. We apologized for inconveniencing him, I threw him a few coins for his trouble, and then we were on our way into town!

Took us almost an hour to get back to my apartment. The barn party was on the outskirts of town and I lived in the middle of the city, so even with my long, powerful legs rushing me back with the tiny little saurossin woman on my back, it took what seemed like forever. She was mostly silent, and I took the trip to really think about what we planned on doing.

I hadn't been drinking, so it wasn't like my mind was clouded or anything, yet despite my better judgement I was still planning on ravaging her. Tiny little lizard woman, could almost fit in a gryphon egg if she curled up nice and tight, she was that small. And here I was planning on a sexual form of assault by brutalizing her with the club I called my cock.

As I thought that little gem of a thought, I stopped in my tracks. We were almost at my apartment, but I had a very sudden change of heart.

"What are you doing, burd?" She asked - nay, demanded.

"I can't do this, Kale," I said, a solemn tone coating my words.

"Can't do what? Fuck me? 'Course you can. Stop being a bitch and be a stallion, or drake. Whichever you prefer. Whatever. Be Male, and be proud!"

I reached up and pulled her off my back, setting her on the ground beside me. "No, you don't understand, I have morals. You're cute and all, and I'd be happy to please you, but there's no way any true sex will happen tonight. I can't, in good conscience, let you abuse yourself like that."

She chirped a hearty laugh and hopped up at me to grab my neck feathers, pulling me down to look her in the eye. "Fine, but you're not going to be rid of me until I can't walk, one way or another. Deal?"

I clicked my beak and rolled my eyes. I actually had to think of a solution somewhere between ruining her for other males and just running away, so I gave in. "Fine, I suppose I'm good with my hands, we'll see what we can do."

"Glad to hear it." She let go of my feathers so I could stand. "Now, we're almost there, aren't we? I'd love to see what kind of house a sexy hippogryph like yourself has."

"It's an apartment, nothing special. Just for me."

"Sure, but I bet it's one of those open bachelor apartments with artistic shit on the walls. That's sexy. Come on, let's go." She grabbed around my leg and I walked with her standing on my foot back to my apartment.

I won't lie, her perkiness was infectious. Her general demeanour was sweet, charming, honest, forthright, and almost exactly like Natasha. She was basically the same person that natasha was, only scaled and smaller. I couldn't resist that charm.

My apartment was one of the top floors, so by the time we got there I was actually pretty tired from carrying her light but still weighty form around my leg. As soon as I swung the door open, she hopped off me and darted into the kitchen; the last thing I saw of her around the door frame was the tip of her tail pushed far out for balance. She reminded me of the extinct species of saurossin, in fact I'm pretty s ure she was some sort of descendent at that point. Perhaps I'd keep her here in the morning and ask about her lineage. Yeah, that's sexy.

IT didn't take her very long at all to find my room. My apartment was in fact, as she predicted, a bachelor pad: One large open room with most of my needs, and a single bedroom and bathroom as the only doors aside from the one that led outside. She basically hopped through my kitchen, around the living room by the big windows, then slipped into my room all in only a few quick hops. She seemed excited.

I shrugged and chuckled. I was still at the door, so I had barely taken three steps into my home when I heard my bedroom door close behind her. It was clear she was excited, and I was beginning to feel it in my pants as well, so I happily unbuttoned my shirt as I walked across the living room. By the time I got to my bedroom door, my chest was exposed fully. I opened the door to see my room was lit by candlelight, the soft orange glow illuminating the tiny lizard woman's curves - and by curves I mean the curve of her spine and tail bent in an S-shape to accent her features.

Kaledi really was quite pretty. I'm not usually one for scaled women, but she had a certain allure and her behaviour invoked nostalgia of a past lover so it was easy to get caught up in the moment.

She curled her talon to beckon me forth, so I smiled and wrapped my arms around my back, letting my shirt slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. As soon as the fabric fell in a heap on my back talons, she hopped up off my bed and leaned into my belly, nipping at my fine, short equine hair as her fingers nimbly rifled through the button and zipper of my pants. It only took a second or two before I was unbuckled, so she pulled on the pant legs and slowly exposed my engorged sheathe with a fleshy jiggle.

I was trying my best to not expose myself fully yet, as I'd come to learn that one of the sexiest things to a woman was to watch me slowly grow in front of them, flesh of my length folding out to expose one inch at a time until my thick, juicy tip inflated, usually dripping a bit of pre. Hell, looking back on it, I can honestly say that'd turn me on, too, if another was unsheathing in front of me.

She gasped at the sight of me, slowly growing and exposing more of my length, just as I'd planned and hoped. The little lizard took it in her hands and nuzzled at it, licking up and down the shaft as she gave me a gentle squeeze that forced the tip out before it was ready to grow.

"And you were going to deny me this." She scolded as she crouched down just enough that my crotch was just above her head. She reared back and opened her maw and gently clamped it down on my length; her fleshy cool muzzle was a bit of a shock, since I wasn't used to being with cold-blooded partners. I was also a little worried about her teeth accidentally catching on my still-loose sheathe flesh around the base, but she seemed gentle and kind to it, so I did my best to not let it worry me.

Her tongue pressed up against the underside of my member, pulsating and lashing at me as she gulped at my head, swallowing it down her throat, the girth of it forming a gentle bulge in her thin neck. She kept her hands around the base to stimulate me, since she couldn't get much more down her gullet all at once. After a few more rhythmic gulps along my length, squeezing me and coaxing my fluids into her gizzard, she pulled away with a widely gaped maw to leave her throat open like a pink-fleshed cave. An oddly sexy sight as I looked down over my body and seemingly into her belly.

"Don't stop..." I gasped idly, trying to guide her maw to once again smother my length.

"That's just warm up, my dear." She assured me before turning around, one claw still tickling at my loose flesh as she hopped up onto my bed. She flipped over and onto her side, beckoning me with a finger to follow.

Before covering her, I looked around the room quickly, noticing her bag was leaning against my dresser. I was curious what was in that bag, but I didn't let it stop me from crawling on my bed, each arm on either side of her head, holding me above her. She leaned up to peck at my neck a bit, so I nuzzled into her in response. I started to purr, and the gentle reverberations seemed to make her happy because after a few seconds of deep rumlbing nuzzles to her neck, I could feel her churring in response.

Then she seemed to go limp. She stopped nuzzling back, but the churring continued.

"Kale?" I asked as I continued to nuzzle into her neck.

No response.

I bolted up to see if she was okay, eyes wide with panic as my cock slowly deflated in a sort of survival instinct. Her eyes were closed and she had a broad smile across her face as she churred, limbs splayed out on my bed.

She'd fallen asleep on me!

Part of me wanted to gently slap her awake for getting me excited and not finishing the job, but that was rather cruel and selfish so I didn't bother. After all, my conscience assured me that had we done anything, she'd end up walking funny for a week, assuming it didn't put her in the hospital. With a hint of reluctance, I accepted this poor turn of events and rolled over to sleep myself, eyes never leaving her.

I had a strange dream that night. I was in bed with vaulix, Melodi, Vinn, Rook, and Kale all at once when natasha burst through my door to surprise me with her early return. Kale thought it was all her fault since she was my newest partner, so she left, crying. Natasha, being the kind soul she was, chased after Kale, then shared a double dildo with her to make her feel better about it. They went lesbian, Melodi, Vinn, and Vaulix all left together, and I actually don't know where Rook went throughout the entire endeavour.

Once again, I was alone. This is why, when I woke up, I was absolutely devastated to see that Kale was not in bed with me anymore. She must have ditched early. Wouldn't have been so bad if she'd gotten me off before dozing.

Grumpy, I flopped on my back, arms outstretched as I stared at my ceiling. The warm morning sun trickled in through my window to reflect off all the little particles of dust hovering in the air. I wasn't too angry, but I was grumpy and a little frustrated about the way things carried out.

As I lay in bed finding different ways to blame myself, I heard the gentle gasping of a lizard followed by a rhythmic, wet sound of something slipping between aroused folds. I looked over to see that Kale was leaning in the corner, legs spread wide and tail off to the side as she ravaged herself with a purple and a green dildo, both in the same hole. Little droplets of lube spat off from around her lips to moisten my floor, another glistening orb of fluid to reflect the warm morning sun.

I didn't say anything, I was enjoying the view too much to slow her down. She had both toys in one hand, thrusting them in and out of her in long, slow movements as her other hand wrapped around her leg to slip a couple fingers into the anal cavity of her cloaca.

Evidently she wouldn't have minded had I slipped and fingered the wrong hole.

She couldn't see me since her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back so that she was looking directly upwards. Her body was rocking with every thrust followed by a spasm of her tail, some fluid spewing over my floor, and a gentle, cute squeak.

The show was slowly drawing my cock from its sheathe, the folds of flesh exposing themselves in a gentle arc before pumping up and growing stiff and straight, aimed directly at the roof. "Good morning, where'd you get the toys?" I cooed at her.

Surprised, she shot an intense glance at me as her whole body tightened up, pussy clamping down and ejecting both toys form her tiny little slit to splash in tiny puddles of lube. Her gaze was that of a frightened child who'd just been caught stealing.

Kale, if you read this, I apologize for once again likening you to a child. I promise I don't do it on purpose, but you're so very cute, and that look you gave me was, in fact, like a child caught in some dastardly deed.

Anyway, once her brain processed what was happening, she sputtered out some sort of incoherent response. "I, uh, you know, bag. Brought them, and some other more stuff things, uuuuh..." she hesitated and began rifling through her bag to grasp at another massive blue gel toy. "Try?"

I smiled and rolled off my bed, leaning over the side on my rump with my heavy cock bobbing between my knees. I nodded seductively and beckoned her over to sit beside me. "Bring the big one." I instructed, gently caressing my uninflated flare as she meekly hopped over with it in her hands.

"I was just preparing, you know? Sorry for not waking you." she happily jumped up onto the bed beside me and angled herself so that her tail was splayed out across the sheets with her legs dangling over the side, spread apart. Her lips were practically drooling arousal on the fabric, a gentle trickle of thick goo sliding down the side of the bed. I was a little disappointed to find that she had no distinct arousal scent, at least not to me. Equine, avian, feline, I could smell estrus on a mare or hen from a half Kilometer away, but not on any scaled women. I had no way to be sure if she was in heat or just horny.

It didn't matter, either way. She was into it as much if not more than I was, and if I couldn't please her, I'd be sure she was still taken care of. It was also nice to see that her flesh was far warmer than it was the night before. Reptiles are usually cold blooded, but she must have been basking in the morning light that was filtering in through the window.

Like the gentleman I am, I slipped off the side of the bed, knelt down in front of her, gently took the huge blue toy out of her talons, and leaned down against her inner thigh. I offered a series of small nips at her soft scales starting at her knee and making my way up to her soaking wet slit, eventually rubbing the crest of my beak against the side of it as my long, powerful tongue slipped into her near-hot depths. She had an exceptionally tangy taste, rather than the sweet earthiness I was used to from mammals and birds.

She fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide and tail shifting underneath her to poke out beside her legs. Her slit was pushe up a bit so I didn't have to bend over and crane my neck to angle right, which was nice because going down on a girl at that angle can kill the back of your neck. Little lizard got caught up in the throes of passion and grabbed my head, basically humping my beak as my tongue went in and out.

I swallowed, I pushed in for more, I licked at her lips, I nibbled at her scales, and I massaged her rump and tail with my hands, letting the long feathering on them tickle her as I did so, but I only kept that up for a few minutes before turning my attention to her toy. I gave her slit a long, loving lick as I tensed the muscles in my cheeks that produced saliva so I could absolutely soak her before invading her depths with the toy.

Clearly she knew what I was doing, because she started panting gentle commands at me in between gasps of pleasure. "The lube. My bag. Use that."

Wasn't hard to figure out what she meant. I found a pump bottle of lube in her bag amongst a series of species-specific condoms, pills for birth control, and a few other slim rods and contraptions that I couldn't decipher. Once I had the bottle in one hand, I pumped a long trail of the thick, viscous lube down the length of the blue toy. Once it was covered on top, I rubbed it against her slit up and down, smearing the lube all over her lips and the toy, aside from the bit at the base I wanted to keep a proper hold of.

Her hind talons curled up in pleasure and the tip of her tail twitched eagerly, a guttural moan escaping her throat as she pushed up against the toy, trying to catch the tip between her lips. I wasn't going to let her do it on her own, so I angled it just right and pushed until I saw her thick vent scales part, exposing a sliver of deep pink as the glistening azure rod disappeared into her.

The howl of pleasure she screamed out had to have woken the neighbours on every side, above, and below me. She grasped at my sheets and tore little holes thanks to her talons and her feet clamped down on my shoulder as I slid it in deeper and deeper.

I was amazed and impressed. If my cock wasn't throbbing so hard it hurt I'd have taken the time to compliment her, but I could tell she needed to be abused so I pushed until it wouldn't go in any deeper, then I gave it another brisk push before pulling it out completely. The sudden tug left her open wide, exposing her deep cherry pink insides which were begging for another deep taste from my prodding tongue.

"Hnnnngph! Hssssss!" She grunted and hissed alternately as I plunged the thick toy deep into her, then pulled it out and gave her a lick. It was times like then that I wished I had lips or anything to suck with. As it stood, a gentle nip with my beak tip was going to have to do, and it seemed to satisfy her quite well.

I didn't keep at it too long, but I was rough with her. I'd push it in as deep as it would go (which was almost to the base of the toy), but then push a little farther to see if it would hilt inside her, but it wouldn't go any deeper. I was okay with that, it was still fun to watch it slip into her, spreading her lips, scales, and belly ever so gently as little drops of lube spewed off the little gaps between toy and flesh and onto the underside of her tail.

I felt her body tensing up, and her muscles clamping down on the toy hard enough to make it difficult to push into her without rocking her body across the bed. I grabbed her tail, held her in place, and rammed that dildo as deep as it would go repeatedly until her eyes rolled back, her tail curled around my arm, and her thighs clamped around my arm with such a force I had to let go of the toy, which was soon shot past me to land with a splat on the floor.

She curled up in the egg-position (kind of like a fetal position for scaled creatures) and convulsed gently as the pleasure rocked her body and thick streams of her fluids dribbled down between tail and thigh to soak my sheets.

I didn't mind. In fact, I loved it. It had a nice taste.

Once she'd calmed down a bit, I leaned into her and got to my feet, positioning my cock between her legs so that her thighs would rub against either side of my shaft. I enjoyed her rocking body spasming around it like a pussy, but it was all I would be able to do.

"Oh Fuuuuuck meeee!" she moaned loudly as her body went limp, the last vestiges of orgasmic contractions jerking through her tail around my arm before she let go and let it fall to the floor.

I smiled and cooed at her, pressing my cock tip against her slit, but I didn't dare push into her. My cock was twice as thick as the toy, and literally as big around as her thigh. It would be pure insanity to try and squeeze that into her.

"What are you waiting for, stud?"

I grinned and flicked an ear, a half-grin plucking at the corner of my beak. "Nothing, you got your fun, that's all that matters to me." I gave a gentle thrust, the underside of my shaft rubbing against her swollen vent.

But she didn't seem convinced. "Oh no, you're not going to do that to me, too. I'm not leaving this room until your seed is in me, understand?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I dismissed, cock already withering since it seemed this was about to turn into some sort of stupid argument. "Not gonna happen without you ending in the hospital. See this thing here? Even at semi-erect, it's as big around as your leg. You want that in you?" I slapped my cock head against her inner thigh for emphasis.

She chirped a laugh and threw her head back. "Oh burd, you've never been with a saurossin, have you? Scales stretch more than your silly mammal holes. See?" She grabbed one of her ventral scales and pulled it wide to the side, gaping her opening from slit to cervix, a hot steam emanating from her depths. "See? Stretchy. No big deal, besides, I've taken bigger than you."

I blinked and clamped my beak shut once I noticed it was gaping. "Bigger than me? Stretchy? I, uh..." I'm usually not one to stammer or slur my words, but I wasn't even sure if there WERE any in the area who were better endowed than I. I'd grown something of a reputation.

"Yeah, bigger than you. I'm not from around here, I come from a saurossin valley, lots of massive drakes there love to use me as a little fuck-toy. I love it, but I've developed a bit of taste for the larger men, and Vinn told me you fit the bill." She closed her legs and sat up straight, shifting weight to push her tail out behind her so she could sit comfortably.

"Of course Vinn told you, didn't he? Does not surprise me one bit." I grumbled, cock still slowly deflating as it slipped off her thigh.

"Oh, you shouldn't be upset with Vinn, he was very tactful. But seriously, why would you worry about that when we just have so much sext to have! We're behind, so get excited again!" She hopped off the bed, rubbed at my cock tip a bit as she passed by me, spun me around on the balls of my talons, and pushed me against the bed, all in one swift motion.

"Whoa! What are you doing?!" I protested, surprised at the strength she had for such a small woman.

She continued to mold me to her desires, spreading my legs, rubbing my cock, pressing my back against the side of the bed where she left the wet spot, and eventually getting down on her knees to lick at my urethral opening. "Oh, I'm improvising." She explained in between licks, every one of them coaxing another throb of inflation from my length. "If you won't mate me, I'll just go at my speed. Does that work for you? If it hurts me, I'll stop. Fair?" She continued to say every few words in between a quick, flicking lick at my member.

My eye twitched as I tried to regain my concentration, but what she said seemed to make sense, so I just grunted an approval with a nod.

"Good! Now stand still, burd. And don't be afraid of what you'll do to me. Once you've had a dragon's hooks caught in your lips while mating, you can handle knots or barbs or flares or whatever you have. Okay?" She spun around, raised her tail, and leaned back onto my cock as she guided it to her slit.

I instantly moaned in pleasure, her warm scaled body practically melting over my girth as she applied all her weight on it. I was shocked to see my cock slide between her folds, one inch at a time with every motion of hers. She was tight - well, not tight, more like snug - around my shaft, and her muscles clamped down around me despite feeling her flesh expand to accommodate me with ease.

As she leaned back, she lifted her legs off the ground so that all of her weight was on me, which made my cock slide into her until my cock tip pressed against the opposite end of her canal, not going any further. I curled my talons and grunted as I pushed down on her thighs, my instincts taking over a bit as I tried to force her to swallow more of me. I

Reached around her and pressed my hand against her belly to see if I could feel myself inside her, and to my surprise I could feel every ridge! I glanced over her shoulder to look and I could actually see the shaft and rounded glans ridges poking out! There was almost no flesh or scales between my cock and her belly!

Much to my disappointment, her sex was not deep enough to take more than the top half of my length, as her lips stopped just atop the median ring between the shaft and sheathe-knot. Still felt wonderful, so I didn't complain too much, even when the added pressure bent my member a bit. I just gritted my beak and dealt with it as her muscles contracted around me, tensing back and forth to massage me one side at a time with enough force to almost bend me and force me out. She actually curled her tail up around my balls to hold herself in place as she grabbed at the back of my head, a powerful roar rumbling in her throat.

I wanted to say something right then about her being insatiable, but the warmth of her flesh, the form of my cock protruding from her belly, and the trained muscular contractions shot something down my length, through my balls, up my spine, and back to the base of my tail before erupting into her.

My cock exploded out wide, the barbs splaying out to snag at the gentle, velvety wrinkles of her deep flesh as her belly inflated with my flare. I could feel my knot swelling just outside of her as her one hind talon wrapped itself around it, claws digging into the loose flesh hanging around the inflating orbs as she tried to push it into her.

Sadly, my climax didn't last long at all. Normally, my knot would have slipped in and I'd fill her with dozens of pumps of hot seed, but since her sex wasn't deep enough to swallow it, the climax dissipated quickly, my flare deflating and letting the flood of cum rush past its ridges, down her pussy, and out all over the two of us. I felt a little disappointed and a little embarrassed that I lasted less than five minutes once she'd swallowed my length in her cloaca, but she didn't seem to mind.

With my cock still inside her but shriveling up and tugging itself out of her depths alongside a flood of thick blended equine-avian cum.

"Don't worry, dear. I came first, we both came. Doesn't matter how long you lasted." She cooed at me, nuzzling up into my neck and grabbing at my neck feathers.

I smiled and panted back at her, accepting that perhaps after years of idle play with friends and wannabes, I may have found my perfect fit.