The new shop
This is entirely a work of fiction. None of the characters exist (well, I don't think so). Bahamut San Dragons is copyrighted to me, Bahamut Dragons, Kevian August to himself, Kayleen Boodle and Yiffberg to Richard KatEllis (which I hope to have his blessing by the time I release this). You must be [insert legal age to view pornographic material in your country here] to view this. This work is coded as follows: m/m. You may reproduce and distribute this lemon anywhere, as long as you follow these guidelines:
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Author's Comments:
Da dragon is back. For how long I don't know, but this was really fun to write. And it was the shorter one to write too, maybe because I got more involve in this then any else. I knew I wanted to add something to the Yiffberg community, and I soon decided to not make it art (since it would be more insulting then anything, believe me). But I think this fic about one of the wannabe residents of Yiffberg is very good. Who knows, it might be the start of something grand. For y'all out there, I promise to add Kit and Kay in a possible ulterior fic (if Richard KatEllis let's me that is).
Ok, now's the part where I speak my mind on the contents of the fic. It's great. And I usually say this in a joking way but not this time, I truly think I've got something unique. People seldom use metamorphs in stories and I think I exploited the subject very well (and incidentally, strangely). This was my first tentacle fic and I actually liked it, even if I don't really like to look at them or read about them. Oh, and as for something I found funny, I was listening to the soundtrack of Jason X while I was writing parts of this (ok, it doesn't really get you in the mood, but so what, it's a good soundtrack) and as I was covering the descriptions of my cock, the music switches to when Jason was being transformed by the nano-ants. I just find it funny, how it's so dramatic and how it was kind of dramatic about my parts too.
If you have any comments at all, please don't hesitate to send them to me. I'd especially want to know what you thought about the invented language, if I should of just said it was foreign or if saying what was written was a good idea. I don't bite... usually. My e-mail is [email protected], ICQ: 11722319, Y!: bahamutdragons, MSN: [email protected] (don't use as e-mail).
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The new shop
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One last screw, and the sign was up, the last element the dragon needed for promote his shop. He had finally done it. After decades of travelling the world in hopes of finding a permanent residence, he had found one in Yiffberg.
He had been very interested upon seeing the unusual connotation of the name of the town. Upon delving deeper into the subject, he discovered a small municipality which prided itself in having no taboos. But something more had attracted him to this place. The people of Yiffberg sounded peaceful, more so then most places Bahamut had been. And while it was true that having naked citizens more then willing to pleasure each other was a perk, there was also an inner quality to it, maybe because of the fact that they were simply not afraid to completely show each others love towards one another.
So he had travelled to this place almost of legend and indeed found a paradise. It almost seemed too good to be true. Soon, he was buying a small shop along the main street. When he asked why the owner of the previous computer shop why he was selling, he almost hoped to find a bit of dirt on the town, just to make the things more "real". Actually, the owner was just moving to a bigger building.
So after the previous owner moved out, Bahamut arranged the store with wooden selves to hold all the books he would be bringing. Along his travels, he had always been fascinated by the writings of other cultures, especially history. He had gained a lot of books by helping the right people at the right time and now had decided to make a living out of selling this knowledge. He didn't know how the Yiffberg residents would react, but he knew a few books of his collection would help give some... interesting ideas to them.
"Bahamut's home of Books," the golden dragon read out loud. Then, as he turned to the door, he look a look of himself in the reflection. He was old by normal standards, but still young for a dragon. Bahamut was over 2 centuries old, but it didn't show in his great figure. He stood at 7 feet and weighed well over 500 pounds and completely nude, letting his currently limp (but still huge) cock show proudly to anyone watching. Although most of his scales were golden, a ruby line passed from the end of his muzzle to the tip of his tail, as were the skin linking the bones of his wings red. The retracted golden wings on his back added a little relief to his figure. Finally, he entered his shop and turned the sign from "Sorry, we're closed", to "It's open! Come on in!". Then, he went behind the counter.
Bahamut looked around. This was his. Hundreds and thousands of books on display on wooden shelves, a few rolling ladders for the smaller furs to reach the higher volumes, and behind him was the storage room, with a staircase leading to his own home. He had some quite a few modifications to accommodate his large dragon structure, but it had been all worth it. Smiling, he took the book he had left on the counter, named "Western civilisations of the second age", and continued where he had left off.
Silence, but for the ticking clock on the wall. He had opened at 9 am, and time had passed. 10. 11. 12. He had eaten. 13. 14. A bit before 3 in the afternoon, finally, he got a customer.
At first, he had a few difficulties determining what species he was. He had seldom seen them on his travels, but then remembered about fabbits, a mix between foxes and rabbits. This one was small enough, standing at about 5'4", skinny but for his strong looking legs. He was black but for his chest hair, which was white. He also had glove and sock like white markings on his arms and large rabbit feet, as was the tip of his rabbit inherited large ears, the top of his muzzle and the tip of his fox like tail. Finally, he had deep blue-green eyes, not unlike the ones Bahamut had himself. For only clothes, an unbuttoned dark blue shirt with a silver dragon and Japanese characters on the back.
"Well hello there. You're my first customer!"
"Well, it's no wonder, it's not like you've promoted this place a lot. But I noticed something I never did before and got interested. This is the first bookstore in Yiffberg you know."
"Yeah, I noticed. By the way, I'm Bahamut San Dragons. A pleasure to meet you."
"Kevian August. Likewise. So, how long has this been opened?"
"Only 6 hours. I bought it a month ago."
"That's right, this place was owned by old Farrell before right? Small beaver?"
"Yeah. He moved to some other bigger place."
"So, Bahamut, have you seen some of the town?"
"During my first visit here yeah, but not lately. I've been busy with the shop actually. Renovating, stuff like that. I'll probably do some visiting later this week."
"If you want, I could show you around."
"Oh, that'd be great."
Kevian walked around the shop, looking at various titles. The selection was really good actually, ranging from old to new and talking about various subjects. One started to interest the fabbit more. It was an old book in the erotic section, big like an encyclopaedia, and opening it, Kevian found just as many descriptions and pictures. The only setback was the language. He wasn't familiar with it. He couldn't even read the strange characters.
"Like it? It's the book of love, 'Thrashn B'Kari Laor Ri'Karin' It's a book I found far up north. It's currently on display mostly because I didn't have anything else to put. Actually, about half of this is all in foreign languages. I hope to translate some of them as part of my work here. I love books. I learned 5 languages just to read all this."
"Oh, I might not be able the read it, but I love the pictures. I wouldn't of thought this was possible," added the fabbit as he flipped through the pages, looking at pictures of furs yiffing in a wide range of positions, some so farfetched you wonder if it's even possible. "Look at this! No way is anyone able to do this."
He showed the dragon a picture of three males furs, two racoons and a fox, locked in a position which could at best be defined as an "X shape". The position looked very uncomfortable and implausible, although the protagonists looked very happy to be in it.
"Indeed, for the people here, you wouldn't be able to do this because you lack... 'Ch'Kra Ri'Karin'. It's a special skill no longer used, if only because it was replaced by the better 'Jheam Ri'Karin'."
"Would you be able to do these?"
"Actually, yes I would. This one in particular I haven't tried, because I would need 2 other participants with the same skills, but I've done some other. It's not because I know any Ri'Karin though, those would take far too long for an old man like myself to learn."
"You're not old."
"I'm over 2 centuries old my friend. But what I meant is that you have to be trained from your birth to be able to Ri'Shaden, which is the verb of using Ri'Karin. I have some other talents however, which are just as pleasurable and fascinating."
Bahamut took another higher book, one Kevian wouldn't of been able to reach without one of the rolling ladders. This one was again in a language Kevian didn't understand, but the picture was certainly getting his attention.
"This is my power."
"Tentacles? You can create tentacles?"
The picture was displaying a female cat from the side, with part of a undefined man behind her. He was normal until you reached the crotch area when everything went berserk with tentacles. You could see them infiltrating the female through all three holes and showed where to bring the maximum pleasure, or so the fabbit imagined.
"Actually, I'm a metamorph. I can change into almost anything or change parts of me."
"I can only imagine."
"Yes you can."
Bahamut was looking down on the fabbit and referring to him starting to show some more pink.
"Do you want to try it?"
An obvious statement. Kevian put the book he still held back into place and walked to the counter, spreading his legs and hunching just a bit, revealing himself in all his glory. Finally, he lifted his tail, turned to the dragon and simply said: "Take me now. I'm all yours."
Bahamut smiled. He slowly advanced to the half fox/rabbit, silently thanking to have found this place. He put his hands under his mate's shirt, stroking his chest fur, while placing a gentle yet firm kiss upon his lips. Their tongues touched and danced in fiery passion. All the while, the dragon's hands passed through the black and white fur, moving in circles around the nipples, then going back down, passing around the belly button before finally reaching the fabbit meat.
Bahamut lightly grabbed his ball sack, playing with it until he did something which made Kevian break the kiss and shout in surprise. He turned to face the dragon.
"What was that?"
"What was what," Bahamut replied innocently.
"You know what I mean. The moist feeling around the base of my cock. Almost as if... as if..."
"Come on, say it..."
"As if you were licking me down there."
Bahamut laughed softly, then slipped to his friend's white tipped ear: "And it gets much better." He then resumed the kiss and the licking of his balls and the base of his cock. "He's teasing me," the fabbit thought. "I want him inside me now!"
But he never had time to voice his wishes as Bahamut felt him ready. He placed the tip of his cock at the rectal entrance before him. Slowly he started to push it in. At first, Kevian was disappointed, because he hoped to feel some massive dragon meat, but it seemed Bahamut wasn't too fell endowed. At least it was lubricated, probably my the same manner that he had "licked" him down there.
When he was completely in, the golden dragon broke the kiss once more, slipping again to his ear: "Don't forget that I'm a metamorph.". An instant later, the fabbit shouted in surprise and ecstasy as he felt the cock separate into many other smaller cocks, filling his ass, stretching, rubbing everywhere and making him squirm in pleasure. It was like every "snake" was licking his insides, feeling him, invading him but in a good way.
Meanwhile, Bahamut started kissing Kevian's neck and shoulders, licking him all over and reaching places people normally couldn't in this position, he extended another tentacle from his cock, but directed this one to the mouth. Kevian good now see what was filling his rear end, some kind of moist golden tentacle like thing. Remembering the picture, the fabbit took it in his mouth and started licking and sucking on it, and it too became three or four smaller tentacles, playing with his mouth and dancing with his tongue.
The feeling was incredible, like nothing he had ever felt. Instead of pumping and jerking like any normal mating, Bahamut just stood still but for his head and tongue, passing over his shoulders and neck, while his cocks moved and switched like a thousand snakes in a basket, reaching every corner of his ass and mouth, bringing him ever so closer to the edge.
Bahamut knew all this and could of tortured his mate a little by delaying the climax. But he was not one for that. Instead, he crafted a third tentacle to slip between Kevian's legs, pass between his balls and rub the sack once more, then separating yet again, one of the tentacles turning in a hole shape and swallowing the half rabbit half fox cock. He felt a thousand tongues licking him all over and soon, as one could expect, Kevian finally released himself into the lower mouth. As he discharged his semen into Bahamut's orifice, the dragon removed the tentacles from the fabbit's mouth, permitting him to finally shout his pleasure.
Kevian shoot round after round of warm salty cum, almost in tear before this unusual mating technique. He turned his head and kissed the dragon once more. As they exchanged their passion, so did a strange mixture come from Bahamut. Breaking the kiss, Kevian asked: "Is this..."
"Yes. Your own cum."
Kevian played with the gob for a moment before affirming: "I taste good." He then locked lips anew with a laughing Bahamut as they exchanged the love potion. Moments later, the dragon retracted all the tentacles as it became his own natural large cock.
"How was it?"
"It was incredible but... well, you didn't get to cum. I was so looking forward to you filling me with that hot dragon juice."
"You want it? You got it."
And without further a due, he transformed once more into tentacles, again filling his mouth and ass as well as covering him a bit. Then, Bahamut let himself go wild, releasing his "hot dragon juice" all over Kevian, filling his ass and mouth and covering his black fur with shiny white sparkles.
The moment lasted for half a minute before he was drained and reverted again to his usual self. He then sat on the wooden floor, panting while his now black and whiter friend panted on the counter. Looking around, Kevian said: "Well, we sure made a mess."
"I never expected anything less from this town. Oh, by the way, you might have stain on your shirt."
"One or one less, what's the difference."
"Wow, that was amazing!"
It the two males turned to the new voice. A small female fox stood before them, orange, brown and white and all smiles. How'd she get in without them knowing, they both thought. Then again, they realised how noisy Kevian had been.
"You'll be very popular mister..."
"Dragons. Bahamut San Dragons, at your service."
"Mister Dragons. I know tons of people that will be interested in your abilities."
"I have no doubt. And please, call me Bahamut."
"Bahamut. And my name is Kayleen Boodle, but everyone calls me Kay. Well, I have to be going, but I'll be sure to come by soon. You seem to have some very interesting literature... among other things"
"Au revoir, Kay."
She winked and left. After a minute or so, Bahamut got up and Kevian turned to face him.
"Well," Bahamut said, "this was a very great welcome gift."
"It's not like I've done anything at all. The least I can offer is to help wash up the mess."
"No need. With my skills, I'll get it done in no time. I do want to offer you a job however. I need an assistant to run this place, maybe help me promote it and able to relieve me of certain needs," he added with a smile.
"Oh I'd love to work here. I accept of course."
"Great, you can start tomorrow."
"Looks, like we've already started. I need to wash."
"No kidding. Well, I have a shower upstairs. That's where I live."
"I'd prefer to go to the nearby river. I could show you a bit of the town on the way there."
"Well, I should really stay but.. oh, why not."
Bahamut went behind the counter and took out a panel, on written it was written "Sorry I'm gone. I'll be back at this time." A clock with movable arrows was attached to it. Bahamut gave himself half an hour break and put the panel up in the window. Then, both males left the building, Bahamut locking on his way out.
The sun was out and warm. All around, nude, some even locked in love. As they passed some residents by, they got waved at and they waved back. Yiffberg. The only place in the world where a cum covered fabbit is a natural sight to see.