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It was a lazy morning, the kind where you slept loooong after the sun had risen. Mid-morning sunlight streamed through a break in the branches, warming the clearing with harsh, stinging light. Khaesho woke slowly, mind sluggish from the heavy meal in his belly and the heavier warmth pressing atop him. He looked up through the glare to see Yogoloth splayed across his coils, grunting softly in his sleep. The two had an unusual bond; Khaesho made a good bed, and Yogoloth made a good blanket. Khaesho could lie in wait for the perfect ambush, while Yog could chase prey down until it foundered. They each played to the other's weaknesses astoundingly well, and hunting had been good the past weeks. Both were fat and happy, and a leisurely morning sounded like an excellent idea. Khaesho tucked his head underneath a coil, shielding his vulnerable eyes from the merciless light. He dozed happily there, digesting his meal and enjoying the warmth.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Yogoloth snorted and blinked sleepily. He yawned wide, displaying his many razor sharp teeth before he looked at his splayed limbs sleepily. Shrugging, he shifted and stretched right atop the snake coiled beneath him, arching his back to work the kinks out. This altered his weight placement, pinning one of Khaesho's coils uncomfortably, and he hissed in pain as he jolted awake and instinctively shot forwards, dumping Yog unceremoniously in the dirt. Kesh came to his senses mere moments later, but not before Yog finished coughing and groaning from belly flopping the ground.

"Wretched wiggler... you did that on purpose!"

He was an odd creature, a hybrid born from a Gryphon and a Dragon. Such a mating was strictly taboo, for the blood often resulted in grossly mutated and defective eggs. It was not unheard of for gryphons and dragons to have sex, but any eggs that resulted from such a coupling... smashing them was considered a mercy. Yogoloth had been indescribably lucky, the only hybrid to ever survive.. He had no obvious defects, save for a cumbersome tendency to alliterate titles, but such was a burden Khaesho was willing to put up with. The Naga stopped and smiled, rising from the ground.

"And what if I did? You're getting too heavy to sleep on me! All those deer are going straight to your ribs."

Yogoloth returned the grin, retort fast on his tongue.

"So says you! I used to be able to lift you on my back, now I can barely shift your bulk from the ground! You should have plenty enough cushioning for one hybrid."

Khaesho flinched, then looked back at himself. He weighed an easy 800 pounds; obscenely obese for a viper, but still rather light for most constrictors. He was a mixed blood, so it made sense that he had a mid-range weight, but he saw himself more as striker than a squeezer. He was sensitive about his weight, and Yog loved to needle him about it.

"I'm the one getting fat? Ha. Your belly swells more than mine does after a meal! I'm all muscle."

"Muscle? THIS is muscle." Yog reached over to a tree and gripped a thick branch in his fore claws. He heaved, grunting from the strain, and with massive effort, managed to tear the thick limb right from the trunk. Panting slightly, he turned and tossed the limb towards the Naga. "Silly snake, you have no idea how much a dragon should weigh."

Khaesho contemplated this a moment, before he slithered forwards in a spiral, wrapping around the branch. He focused on which muscles he wanted to use, then squeezed hard, putting the branch under great strain. After a several moments of this, he twisted suddenly, shattering the branch at the middle.

"Like I said. All muscle."

"Please, spare me! You're just good at the technique. I bet I could take you."

"How much, and at what sport?"

Betting was a serious thing amongst the Naga; debts were neither forgiven nor forgotten amongst them, especially debts owed and, Yog noticed immediately when Khaesho's voice shifted to a serious, almost business-like tone.

Yog, on the other hand, had tossed the phrase out casually without actually meaning to initiate a wager. At Khaesho's demeanor though, he grinned and thought to himself for a moment. There was something he'd always wanted to try with his companion, but hadn't ever had a good chance to ask. A gamble would be a perfect way to earn such an action... Yogoloth grinned wickedly before speaking.

"Our gamble shall be over wrestling, a true test of strength and skill! The winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser until the sun vanishes over the mountains."

The idea intrigued the serpent... He didn't have anything planned, but he would think of something by the time he won.

"An intriguing offer... with what terms on the fight?"

"True wrestling, to settle the matter of which of us is getting fat and lazy. No magic. No teeth, claws, or fangs. Nothing but muscle and flesh."

Khaesho grinned wickedly, slithering half a stretch closer.

"I find such a contesst agreeable... have you no other terms to add?"

Something in the Naga's tone made him pause; They'd bet against each other before, and while Khaesho wouldn't intentionally phrase the wording to give him an advantage, he had absolutely no qualms about taking advantage if Yogoloth forgot anything. He looked into Khaesho's eyes, trying to determine the snake's meaning... until he remembered who and what he was looking at.

"Oh! No hypnotism!"

"Ha! I'll make a gambler out of you yet, Yog."

"Slimy Serpent... Your hypnotism should count as magic."

It was an epithet he'd used before, despite the fact that he knew damn well Khaesho wasn't slimy. The Naga didn't fight it this time. That, and this was an argument they'd had before.

"It isn't magical though, not in the slightest."

"As you keep insisting... but it doesn't matter. Do we have a wager?"

Khaesho smiled, slithering across the clearing. His carefree voice slipped lower, and a hiss of his accent entered his voice.

"Deal. The contest startss with the firsst touch. Victor shall be determined by either submission or control... At your leisure, Yogoloth."

Khaesho coiled comfortably... and waited. His back was arched in an S, prepared to strike, but he was cold blooded; he was patient and reactionary, far better suited to adapting a plan than making a first strike. He could not approach and also be ready to strike, he needed a moment to rear back before a lung. Yog knew that, and he also knew that approaching directly would give his friend the advantage. So, he changed the game.

"Yogoloth, you dirty cheater... well played."

He spread his feathered wings and pushed hard against the ground, flapping up until he was a decent distance from the ground. He circled the clearing, knowing that Khaesho could still strike upwards with significant force if he dipped too low. He was waiting for an opening, and after a minute of waiting, Khaesho gave it to him.

He was vulnerable out in the open, so he struck forwards quickly, seeking the shelter of the tree line to protect him. He wasn't fast enough, and Yogoloth swooped down to pounce.

Khaesho knew how fast Yog could dive, and he knew that he wouldn't win the tree line before he got pounced. The dash had been a feint though, just enough to lure Yog into a dive. Khaesho stabbed his talons into the earth to haul himself to a halt, carving deep furrows into the ground as he arrested his momentum.

Yog flared out his wings to correct his course, but couldn't re-direct his bulk. He slammed into the ground hard enough to make his legs shake. Before he could turn to face the Naga, the tricky snake dashed forwards to entwine himself around the hybrid's legs. He yanked hard on Yog's legs to pull them apart and used his hands to pry the hybrid's fluffy tail out of the way. Before the Yogoloth could figure out what he was planning, Khaesho grabbed his own tail and forced it into the hybrid's tail hole.

Yog was no stranger to being taken from behind, but the unexpected sensation distracted him greatly and sent a shiver of lust through him.

"H-Hey! What are you-"

"I get to do whatever I want with you now."

"You haven't won yet!"

"Then try and stop me."

He twisted his tail and shoved it deeper, making sure that the vent concealing his hemipene was well past Yog's anus.

Yogoloth roared in surprise and, admittedly, arousal. It wasn't the first time Khaesho's tail hed been up his rear, but without lubrication, he Khaesho's scales were

if you rubbed them wrong. Yogoloth felt violated, a little, but he was honestly more infuriated that the wicked Snake would use such a dirty, underhanded trick to win. The hybrid struggled furiously, flexing his mighty muscles to try and gain some ground, but the snake was wrapped fast about his tail and both rear legs. Pull as he might, he could not force his rear legs to move closer, nor could he pull his tail down to protect his vulnerable pucker. Without magic, without claws, he had no hope of prying the Naga's thick coils from his body, and the only reward for his titanic efforts was Khaesho becoming slightly erect; his scutes shifted, and his hemipene started to stiffen from inside of Yog's anus.

"That's it Yog, struggle! Your ass tenses up so nice when you clench, almost feels like a female squeezing down on me."

Khaesho was getting rock hard double fast, and his hemipene and tail were already stretching Yog farther than any single dick in his rear could.

Had this been Khaesho trying new things with him, it probably would have been damn hot. As it was, he already felt more than a shiver of lust running through him. Being taken forcefully, almost against his will... it was kind of a guilty pleasure he had, and he wasn't sure he wanted Khaesho to stop.

"Ch-Cheating Cobra... You don't have me pinned..."

Laughter echoed through the woods as the snake pulled half out, twisting and yanking so that only his hemipene remained buried in stretched flesh.

"I don't need you pinned. I only need you to submit. What better way to force you to acknowledge your place than to fuck you like a female ready for a clutch of eggs?"

He pulled out a little, flexing his barbs so that they scraped hard against Yog's over sensitive walls.

"OUCH! You Crooked Cottonmouth, that hurt!"

"Crooked? Forshame, Yog! To hear YOU of all people using such language! I don't know if my poor old heart can take it."

"Says the Naga who's burying both prongs in my arse..."

Kesh twisted sharply and yanked back suddenly, earning another growling whine of mixed pain and lust from the hybrid.

"Let me make this easy then. Submit. Then I can pull out, lube up, and fuck you gently. If you keep refusing, I'm just going to have to rape you dry."

Yogoloth's own purple hemipene was fully erect now, bobbing gently as his legs quivered from the strain of holding up the Naga's weight with his back legs. While he was thinking, Khaesho pulled out slowly... gently, though Yog could still feel every barb as it tugged a painful furrow in his anus. He panted and gasped... but he hadn't lost yet. He refused to be beaten by a dirty, filthy, cheating snake!

"D-Do your worst! I'll win in the long run, just you-"

His words were interrupted by his roar of pain as Khaesho yanked his cock our, barbs pulling hard at Yog's flesh until it prolapsed slightly. He pushed the tips back in, but didn't get very far before the hybrid's clenching muscle stopped him... for now.

"Well, I hadn't been planning on it, but since you asked so nicely."

Khaesho threw his torso forwards, landing with an elbow at the base of Yog's neck. The blow knocked him to his knees, leaving his arse high in the air like a true whore, waiting to be fucked. Yog tried to rise and buffet the Naga with his wings, but only received Khaesho's jaws around the back of his neck. Kesh dug in with his teeth, not quite drawing blood. The sharp hooks in his mouth were all too capable of piercing his hide though. He'd felt that bite before, in a similar situation. It kicked a reflex thought his brain; Dragons routinely bite their mates to assert dominance, and the sharp pricks in his neck further weakened his resolve. He might have struggled further, but Khaesho dug his teeth a little deeper and gave Yog's neck a slight shake. That act of dominance really forced home the fact that Khaesho was in charge here, and he wasn't taking no for an answer. Even if Yog hoped to win the struggle, there was no way he could stop himself from being fucked like a dragoness in season. Anxiety and thick arousal raced through his veins, and he couldn't help but whine pathetically in lust and pain.

Khaesho shook him once, just to reaffirm the notion that he was in control. Yog wasn't going to admit it, but Khaesho had won... for now. The hybrid had stopped struggling, had recognized that, for the indefinite future, the only thing that mattered was Khaesho's lust.

He withdrew his teeth slowly, leaving Yog panting into the ground before he pulled his torso back to the Hybrid's rear. Kesh's cocks had slipped away from Yog's tail hole, so he pulled them back closer until he saw that some of his barbs were flecked slightly with blood. He frowned at that; he hadn't really wanted to hurt Yog, and he really didn't want to dry fuck him either... it would only be painful for both of them. He needed Yog's lust, needed Yog to enjoy it, to realize that he was enjoying it.

There was no way it was going to work without lube though, and he decided that Yog's nonverbal submission was enough of an excuse to use lube. He coughed hard and wet once, then twice to shake loose some of the naturally occurring lubrication that coated his upper throat. Using both hands to spread his friend's tail hole as much as possible, Khaesho pressed his lips close and spat the viscous liquid directly into Yogoloth's rear.

Yog knew exactly what it was. The Naga always used his lubricant to make things easier for them both. Khaesho usually spat into his hand, then rubbed whichever one of them was to be on top that day. It was lovely and sensual and great foreplay, but Khaesho somehow made it seem dirty and perverted now. Yog couldn't suppress his arousal any more, but now he didn't even want to. When he felt that hot, thick mass of slime impact his rectum, he moaned in lust and anticipation. One wasn't enough for the Naga though; Khaesho spat twice more, all but filling Yog's rear with the slick goop. It felt squishy and wet, and he thought he could feel it soaking into his rectum if he focused.

He didn't fight though; he'd been beaten, for now. He would take this laying down and try to think of a way to turn the tables. He could fight later, but now? Now, he was the Naga's bitch, a warm vessel to be filled with snake seed, and honestly, he stopped thinking about a battle plan pretty quickly. Despite the fact that it was forced and wrong and probably technically rape, he was looking forwards to it with a sick anticipation that made him throb with need.

Khaesho rubbed both shafts of his hemipene down; since he was taking the time, he decided to be thorough. There was enough goop in Yog's anus that it would probably splash out on the first few thrusts, but he wanted to be as slick as possible to enjoy this. Finally, with Yog whimpering and whining with anxiety, he grabbed his cocks, pulled Yogoloth's arsehole open, and pressed.

The first few inches didn't feel much different from a really thick cock, but as Khaesho pushed two very well endowed serpent breeding logs up his tail hole, Yog's tender flesh stretched taut until he thought the Naga might split his arse in two. Unnecessarily large amounts of lubricant spilled out of his tail hole and slid down his legs, leaving wet, slick trails as an unneeded reminder of the insane amount of flesh in his arse. He thought that Khaesho might break him in two, but at last, the Naga's belly fell flat against Yog's as he buried every inch of both shafts deeper into Yog's arse than he'd been able to go ever before.

Pre-cum leaked from both Yog's almost feline dicks as Khaesho sat a moment and rested, letting Yog's flesh stretch so he could get used to the feeling of being spread like he'd never been spread before. He shifted and twitched, grinding his barbs against the hybrid's dirty den, and though the liquid provided some amount of protection, Yog could still count every barb on both hemipene. The massive breeding tool throbbed with every beat of Khaesho's three chambered heart, beating an odd tattoo against Yog's rectum as it pulsed with live and virility.

Yog's own hemipene pulsed with need as well, hardened by the dirty spectacle happening in his tail hole. He whimpered softly, but bent his head to see to his own needs while Khaesho waited his time. His serpentine neck flexed downwards, bringing his head down so he could lick at his flesh in frustrated arousal.

Khaesho knew exactly where the hybrid's head had disappeared to, and he took that as a good sign to resume his fun; he was hard and needing, and he was fighting to keep from simply blowing his load into his unwilling sex toy just lying there. While he still had the mind to control his urges, he pulled out slow enough to let Yog's arse stretch outwards from the friction. He slammed his flesh home, surprising a whimpered growl through Yog's cock-filled maw. He thrust again, experimentally, feeling the hybrid instinctively pushing backwards to meet him. He grinned in wicked enjoyment, then pushed hard and didn't stop. He slid his flesh slowly in and out of Yogoloth's tied and bound body, relishing the feeling before he lost himself to lust.

It felt amazing, pleasure riddled through with pain, wonderfully tight sex combined with the remaining feeling that he was being raped. Unable to resist, to fight, to even convince himself that he wanted it to stop, he surrendered himself to Khaesho's pleasure, and to his own.

The Naga didn't often get to pleasure both his shafts at the same time; despite the fact that he was still hoping Yog would submit, he couldn't stop his encroaching orgasm, could barely even stall it. His mind clouded with lust before long though, and soon, all that mattered was his flesh sliding against Yog's, raping his friend with both cocks up his tail hole.

With a feral hiss of derision, Khaesho thrust himself deep and squeezed Yog tight. His barbs flared out and dug in, holding him in place as he shot an unreasonable amount of cum into Yog's rear. With his arse in the air, his taut flesh formed a fleshy bucket that Khaesho filled full, and then some. His seed flowed in sticky trails out of the Hybrid's rear, making thick, creamy tracks down his arse until it fell dripping to the ground.

This final act of control, this last piece of domination sent Yog wild with lust; half Khaesho's seed had always been wasted, splattering onto his hide or at best, into his mouth. He'd never been filled so completely with heavy seed, so thoroughly bred and marked as an object of sexual desire. He came hard into his own mouth, greedily drinking down his cum as it shot into his waiting maw. The Clever snake knew such an event was coming, and moved his torso down just in time to knock Yog's mouth free. The rest of his cum shot forwards painting Yog's face as well as Khaesho's. It was his own seed, but having Khaesho force him to cum over his own face... it felt just as dirty as if the serpent had sprayed every drop.

Both males were panting by the time they finished, and Yogoloth's legs were quivering from the strain of holding the Naga up. Khaesho's slowly softening cocks slid free of Yog's arse finally with a wet squelch, leaving his anus gaping open. His abused flesh started to closed until the kinky snake shoved his entire arm up Yog's anus.

Fresh in the afterglow from a surprisingly satisfying orgasm, having his now-incredibly sensitive flesh stretched again made him yowl in discomfort. Khaesho only laugh, then twisted and pushed deeper, bending his arm at the elbow to get it deeper into Yog than any cock could reach.

"Ow! Ow ow ow leave my poor abused anus alone! You had your fun!"

"But I didn't get my victory. Call me the winner."

"Twisted Trickster! Did you plan this all along?"

As a reply, Khaesho bent his arm, applying pressure to one side of the Hybrid's waste tract. He pulled back and forth then, moving no more than an inch or three, but to the already overstimulated Yogoloth, it felt overbearing and painful and pleasing in a confusing mixture of overpowering contrasts.

"Do you submit?"

"Crazy Cobra..."

"Do you submit?!?"

Yog was exhausted. His tail hole ached from the brutal pounding it had received, and his legs trembled with fatigue. Khaesho was probably tired too, but Yogoloth was exhausted. He fell to the ground, pulling Khaesho down with him.

"You win..."

Khaesho smiled, then gently pulled his arm out, doing his best to keep it straight. It brought another small torrent of cum as it slid free, drawing a smile to Khaesho's face and a painfully pleasured whine from Yogoloth's. The Naga then coiled beneath his friend comfortably. He licked Yog's jaw tenderly, but the lick transformed into a kiss when Yog's tongue escaped to grab at Khaesho's. Their tongues intertwined for a few moments before Yog drew back with dread. A deal was a deal, and though he was loathe to move, he was effectively Khaesho's slave for the rest of the day... until he remembered something.

"Wait a moment... you cheated! You bit my neck!"

Khaesho groaned; in the heat of the moment, he'd forgotten that. Still, he was convinced that he'd already won by then.

"Nonsense, I bit you after I won. Serving my slave means also being my chew toy."

"Poppycock! You used your teeth to force me down, I win by default."

Khaesho looked up at the cloudless blue sky, then snuggled beneath Yog a bit more comfortably.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I won, won't you at least hear what I want? Yogoloth, I'm exhausted, and I really really want a nap. I command you to lay atop me to serve as a blanket to keep me warm."

The hybrid grumbled, still convinced that he'd won... but even if he had, a nice nap atop his favorite bed sounded like the perfect balm to soothe his aching muscles. He relaxed atop his friend and rumbled happily, tired but content. They had full enough bellies that they didn't need to hunt, and a little bit of thirst wasn't enough of a motivation to ruin a good nap.

They lazed like that all the day, talking and laughing, reminiscing on old times, and making plans for new ones. Then, when the sun fell on the mountains, they went to sleep; Khaesho didn't need shelter so long as he was kept warm blanket, and all Yog wanted for was a soft place to rest his head.

They made an odd pair, but they fit together perfectly.