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When all you had to do with the life of a retired worker and family dragon was laze around and watch TV, one gets quite lonely. When your own son visits on occasion and starts to tell you about his personal life, you can't help but be a bit curious. Tarran had decided to barge into his son's apartment without warning and came upon an interesting scene. An apparent friend of his had been staying over as well and seemed to share some of the abilities of their own little linage. The other dragon possessed black scales, green fur and a small green pendant around his neck as he watched the two simply fiddle around with a few plants on his son's windowsill. While Thunder seemed to apologize at his father's intrusion, the other dragon seemed to look at him with an intense curiosity.

That or he was ogling him, he couldn't tell which these days. The fact that the older and heavy set eastern had been wearing nothing but an ill-fitting t-shirt and shorts may have done it. But he wouldn't consider anything like that unless the chance came to him. As such, Tarran had decided to harass his son for any sort of way to communicate with him. It was difficult at first, but pushing his son's buttons for the night seemed to wear him down. And so, Tarran relaxed in the middle of his backyard, sprawled out as he took in the sun's rays.

"Should be here any minute now..."

He invited over Thunder's friend for a bit of questioning and the fact he wanted someone to hang out with that wasn't him. As old he was, he needed some socializing. Tarran's head shifted as he noticed the same black scaled dragon from before wander into the yard, heading darting about slowly as if he was looking for something. The elder green furred eastern looked at him with a raised brow. He could have sworn that he recalled him being green instead of the shade of bright red. His flowing hair, scales and feet all had the same red color instead of the dark green from the other day. The pendant around his neck even glowed red as well.

Tarran merely scowled and raised himself up into a sitting position to usher the dragon over.

"Hey!"

"Oh, I didn't notice you there. I'm sorry to say, but you kind of blend in the grass rather well." The black scaled dragon chuckled a bit as he scratched the back of his head. Tarran simply waved him off with a wide grin. Before he knew it, he was pulled into the larger dragon's grip into a hug, his face pressed into the fuzzy shelves of muscle hidden under his tank top.

"Think nothing of it! Same thing happens with me and my son, really. Used to play hide and seek like that. Name's Tarran."

The black scaled dragon let out a muffled sound before he was released from the depths of Tarran's well muscled chest. He took a deep breath of relief, staring up and down at the large dragon's physique. He sported the same look as Thunder that was for sure. The only differences were that the large dragon -Tarran- in front of had a dull look to his mane of black hair as spikes of yellow and orange ran through it, as well as certain dullness to the vibrant green on him, almost as if he was looking at lawn that hadn't been watered. His horns were much bigger and thicker along with his muscled body. Then there was his face, it was much more chiseled and held a look of maturity compared to the younger eastern. To finish, he also sported two larger whiskers than his son.

"Blade, nice to meet you as well. Do you mind asking me why you called me here?"

Tarran loosened his grip and patted the grass for Blade to sit on. He quickly sat down, his eyes never leaving the larger dragon's frame.

"Well, you can blame my curiosity. I found out that you're quite the special one and have a wide array of tricks, one of which is like mine and my son's. Hope you mind humoring an old geezer, hah." Tarran finished, shrugging his shoulders as he observed Blade. He still seemed to be staring at him like before, though much more intently now that the two were essentially alone. Was he...? Nah, couldn't be.

As he finished his explanation, Blade nodded with a light blush on his face. "Ah, so that was it. Well, I don't mind showing you, if you show yours first." Blade smirked.

Tarran rolled his eyes in response, but nodded in agreement. "Cheeky one, aren't ya. Well, I don't mind, but I'm not as good at it as my son, I'll tell ya that much." The elder dragon grinned as he stood up, slipping into stretching poses and occasionally flexing his immense muscles. His tank top would stretch as it tried to contain his chest, the green pectorals puffing and flaring out while his biceps mildly surged in size with each movement. Before long, the elder dragon even stretched to try and reach tips of his feet, the thick tail he sported off to the side to reveal the well sized and built rear beneath his shorts.

Blade blinked and simply continued staring, adjusting his shirt collar and squirming a bit.

While he didn't know the exact results of his little teasing, Tarran figured it was probably a success. Now, to the main act. The elder dragon took in a deep breath and focused. His eyes began to glow a dull green as he growled deeply. Putting the palms of his hands forward, they too began to glow with a dull green aura. The one thing that set apart Tarran and Thunder was the fact that Tarran didn't need any sort of limiters for his abilities since his were a bastardized version, but required just as much effort and sunlight. With the sun shining brightly above the two, it was like child's play. The ground seemed to shake and split apart at the spot Tarran held his hands over, a set of thick vines carrying grapes snaking around and coming to life right in front of the duo.

The two vines seemed to stop their dance as they coiled around another for support, the grapes hanging on their thorns dangling about. The two vines reached up around six feet, the average size of a person. Tarran sighed, letting the energy dissipate as he began plucking the grapes from the vines and tossing them over to Blade who had applauded in response before grabbing them.

"Haha, thanks. I'm a bit rusty though. Now your turn."

"Gladly! I must admit, you and your son seem to have a good knack for this. It's not really as natural for me and all."

Tarran raised a brow and urged him to continue.

"See, I'm just learning magic and all. While different forms may come to be as natural, your specific abilities still feel all weird to me. I hope you don't mind that I ask you for some...lessons?" Blade questioned nervously. Tarran didn't seem to look like he was going to say no. Instead, he merely pulled in Blade for another crushing hug.

"Of course I don't mind! Hell, working on this garden all by myself is boring. I could use the help, and what better way to practice?"

Blade nodded in agreement as he wriggled in the larger dragon's grip before he was released. He inched away a few feet, suggesting that he may as well get into a proper form for this. Tarran watched with bated breath as he noted the small pendant around Blade's neck began glowing. A small circle inscribed with odd looking characters began to form underneath the dragon's feet and began to expand around Blade's form. Just as the eastern dragon thought, this was the form he'd seen the other day. Blade's red accents began to shift and change color to a much more natural and dark green color. Green rings seemed to appear around his wrists as the transformation continued. His tail lashed about, the spikes on the top turning green as well. The sequence seemed to finish with glowing green stripes on his shoulders.

Tarran applauded in return, letting out a low whistle as he took in the new appearance. The two nature based dragons spent most of the daytime adding new features to Tarran's backyard; a few new fruit trees, some nicely blooming flowers and more. The duo had struck up conversation about their various powers, the two sharing an interesting amount of curiosity about another. One thing that was incredibly obvious was the various ogling of their bodies. While Blade was most definitely smaller, his well built physique caught Tarran's attention while Tarran's incredibly thick body and musculature had caught Blade's attention since they met.

The constant exposure to the sun and continuous use of their powers had seemed to run the course on their bodies. Tarran and Blade had long since shed their shirt and tank tops, leaving their sweaty bodies to breath freely. With nothing but a pair of shorts between them, the glancing was much more apparent. Tarran stretched his arms behind his back, his upper torso tensing into a quick flex as his muscles bulged and flared. Blade squirmed and let out a loose groan. The elder dragon took that as a victory as he pulled his enormous arms into a double bicep pose and continued his posing.

"Haha, seems I was right, you have been checking me out this entire time."

"Well...yeah, I couldn't help it. Truth be told, you're more built than anyone I've seen ."

Tarran chucked, sitting down and ushering Blade over. As soon as he was close enough, the elder dragon pulled him into the vast expanse of his pectorals once more. Blade nuzzled and pushed his snout deeper in as he took to Tarran's size. His hands reached up and groped the thick and hefty slabs, fingers finding the thick black nubs that capped his wondrous chest. Each nipple was at least a handful, even more so as he tried to grip and massage his massive slabs of pec-meat. Tarran let out a rough growl as his pectorals flexed and twitched around his muzzle, making him grind deeper into them and tweak the sensitive, fleshy nubs.

"Oof, that's the way...Keep on squeezing; I can barely feel ya there." Tarran grunted, bouncing and flaring out the fuzzy green mounds even more against Blade's face and hands. Those same hands would begin to wander around the eastern's immense body, gripping at any thick muscle he could get. He found himself squeezing and groping his arms and the enormous biceps that he possessed, both peaks surging and flexing against his grip. Blade continued teasing the larger dragon as he grinded his crotch against the elder eastern's chiseled abdomen. Soon enough, Blade was released from the sweaty and musky chasm that was Tarran's chest.

"Hmm, one question for ya, Blade."

The dragon huffed and panted, still smelling the deep scent from the eastern. "Yes?"

"I'm wondering, since you said this stuff doesn't come naturally, I'm curious if you can do this?"

Before the black scaled dragon had a chance to answer, the ground under him shook. Several vines erupted from the ground, Tarran's eyes glowing a dull green as the thick appendages wrapped around him. He squirmed and writhed in response, but the vines produced by the older dragon didn't seem to give.

"Now, my turn to explore a bit."

Blade let out a pleasurable growl as the vines wrapped around his shorts and removed them, exposing the bobbing ebony pillar that stood erect from the start. His sweaty and scaled muscular body was then groped and squeezed by the behemoth of an eastern standing in front of him. Burly green hands explored every bit of Blade's body, starting from his chest all the way down to that drooling shaft of his. Tarran licked his lips as he dragged his tongue along the bumps that served as Blade's abs before wrapping his tongue around that shaft. The sounds of the elder dragon's slurping filled the yard as his hands found them gripping his chest firmly. Blade writhed and groaned as the dragon had his way with him. He soon stopped; making his way down to the dragon's dangling paws. Compared to the rest of Blade in size, these scaled paws seemed to be the biggest part of him. His toes wiggled and curled as the vines wrapped and went around every part of his body, even teasing that entrance under the base of his tail.

"Hmm, I approve of these..." he muttered as Tarran began licking and dragging his tongue across Blade's paws, feeling them tense and flex against his face, the tied up male letting out another heated groan. Tarran continued licking and squeezing his paws before Blade began to speak up.

"Y-you didn't let me answer your question..."

Tarran's head poked out from under Blade's feet with a raised brow.

"I can do this, since you asked..."

The vines latched around Blade's body began to detach and charge towards the distracted Tarran. He let out a grunt of surprise as he attempted to take control of the vines, but it seemed Blade was working with a much bigger pool of energy than him. He attempted to break through with brute strength, but that didn't seem to work as well. With his legs and arms tied, Tarran could do nothing but writhe on the ground as Blade walked up to him with a grin.

"Now, time for me to have some well deserved fun if you don't mind, sir."

The elder eastern simply rolled his eyes. He simply continued wriggling around in resistance as the vines rid Tarran of his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked with his erection idly throbbing and dangling between his tied up thighs. Blade looked at it with slight awe and desire. Damn, he was absolutely big everywhere. That length, even while it seemed half hard was about as thick as his leg! He glanced back at the elder dragon and let out a hum. He'd save that for later. For now, he was gonna get some deserved pleasure.

Tarran turned his head as he watched a vine tie his tail against the ground, leaving him with no other choice but to present himself to the nature influenced dragon before him.

"Ooh, forceful, I like."

Blade eagerly spread his legs, pressing that throbbing length of his toward Tarran's rear. He dragged it up and down between the pillow-y and meaty cheeks before growling, grabbing each butt cheek and plunging it in without any warning. Tarran let out a grunt, gritting his teeth. The elder dragon was not unknown to bottoming, but damn did it hurt when anyone went in dry. Blade seemed to have a fervor that the dragon didn't know he possessed when he felt Blade pounding into him relentlessly. Blade would feel Tarran clenching himself to try and have him go a tad bit slower, but it seemed he was incredibly motivated! Every pound and thrust made his own cock throb and pulse with excitement, his thighs flexing against the dragon's hands as they began to ride up to get more support.

"Damn, you're eager!"

He figured the sun must have provided a good boost to his physical capabilities, else someone as small as him was going to have a rough time pleasing a large guy like him. Regardless, Tarran was taking it like a champ as Blade continuing his avid rutting before he let out a deep groan. With a few more haphazard thrusts did Tarran feel several ropes of cum flowing into that abused prostrate as Blade kept on rutting him as if nothing happened. It seemed to go on for several minutes afterward before Blade ceased as his shaft began losing thickness, removing himself from the elder dragon's rear and going over to the front with a grin.

Tarran huffed and panted, his cock aching and throbbing as it drooled precum onto the grass. Blade looked at him with a smile.

"Need some help with that?"

Tarran nodded almost pleadingly as his limbs were still tied up. With a wave of his hands, Tarran was still tied up, but now laying flat on the ground with his erection standing proudly in front of him as it spurted out thick globs that ran down the base of his shaft. Before he knew it, he saw two large paws wiggling and attempting to wrap around the base of Tarran's cock, hugging it and flexing as they stroked it up and down almost wildly. Feeling the two thick feet grind their soles and his toes wiggling and his claws rapping against the sensitive pillar of flesh made him groan happily. Blade felt that enormous cock throb and pulse between his paws as he continued pleasuring that thick appendage before rope after rope of thick cum spurted like a volcano from the elder eastern's cock, coating his paws in white along with the grass and his legs. Every voluminous spurt was coaxed out by Blade's dexterous feet paws, milking the dragon for all he was worth. Sticky white liquid covering his paws in their entirety, Tarran looked at Blade.

"...Mind if I clean that up myself?"