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That gentle morning breeze felt wonderful against the fire dragon's scales as he slumbered better than he had in nearly a week, body completely sated from a good mating session that had cleared his lust fogged mind from the breeding season. With a yawn, his body stretched out upon the soft grass, working out in sore kinks from the night before, but amazingly the dragon was quick to find he had none, so relaxed was he. Slowly he opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The fire had dwindled, nothing more than a smoldering pile of ash left, and to the right sat the purple dragon he knew so well, head tilted down into the embers with an unreadable expression plastered across his muzzle.

It took a few moments for Flame to come fully to life, closing his eyes again for a few more moments before finally he lifted himself up to sit upon his haunches. He yawned, smacking his lips and shaking his head to clear away that early morning grogginess that still clung to his senses. He cast another stray glance at his friend who had said nothing since the dragon awoke, opening his mouth to get his attention, but the words caught in his throat as he took a better look at the purple dragon.

Spyro was sat, much the same as he was, but between the dragon's thighs his erection was standing at full mast, the drake not even trying to cover himself for fear his friend might notice. That thick black length was pulsing with life, visibly trembling with every beat of his heart as small beads of pre drooled from the tip and down along its underbelly every few throbs. Overall, the sight was a little intimidating, especially after having just woken up.

Memories of the night before came rushing back to Flame, images flashing through his head of the purple dragon with his tail lifted high into the air as his cock was hammering up underneath it. The red dragon swallowed nervously, remembering his part of their deal, and if the swollen length between Spyro's thighs was any hint, so did he.

Finally, the purple dragon moved, his eyes blinking a few times before his head swiveled to look upon his friend, giving him a bit of a smile. "Morning, Flame." he stated calmly, paying no attention to his cock bobbing up and down beneath him.

Flame smiled back, but the gesture was much more forced and twisted with apprehension. "M-Morning, Spyro," he stuttered, his throat feeling a bit dry. "How did you sleep?"

Spyro sighed, flicking his eyes down at his length briefly before looking back to his friend. "Not all that great. My mind was on other things..." The sentence trailed off as he spoke, suddenly avoiding the red dragon's gaze.

Flame turned his head down as well, knowing full well what the dragon had likely been thinking about all night, and the thought made his tail twitch. Without really noticing, his heart rate was increasing, apprehension coursing through him as it dawned on him that he still needed to uphold his side of their bargain.

"F-Flame?"

His heart sunk a bit as he heard his name, taking a few seconds to respond for fear of what was to follow. "Yeah?"

The purple dragon's claws were kneading at the ground as he turned to gaze at his friend, a mixture of emotion running through him. "C-Can I..." he paused, finding the appropriate words for what he was trying to say. What words could possibly make this any easier, though. "I-I need my turn..."

That made the red dragon blink in surprise. Spyro's voice sounded strained with effort, beginning to realize just how hard the male dragon was holding back. Flame also noticed a increased amount of life throbbing through his ebony spire, the thing beginning to drool a lot more pre as they awkwardly tried to broach the topic of mounting one another. Flame knew that he couldn't say no, however, his friend having so graciously taking his cock in the ass, and at that point, he was a little nervous what might happen if he refused.

With a deep breath, Flame worked up the courage to respond. "O-Okay..."

A noticeable amount of tension drained from the purple dragon, the idea of being able to release the pent up need churning in his balls already filling him with relief. He slowly stood, turning to face the red dragon as he took a few steps toward him and sat back down.

Flame didn't move, however, unwilling to raise himself up off the ground since he knew what was coming. As Spyro sat down in front of him, though, he looked at his friend a little confused. "What are you doing?" he said, the words a little quieter than normal, like he was trying to keep anyone from hearing what the two of them were about to do.

Spyro's response didn't come immediately, mind turning over in his head as he sought the correct way to ask his friend for a favor. "Could you suck on me a bit?" Amazingly enough, the words flowed easily from his maw, not even a quiver of doubt that he wanted this.

Flame's eyes shot open wide at that, mouth opening and closing a few times as the words failed to escape past the lump in his throat. "W-What?!" he managed to squeak staring at the dragon in disbelief.

Spyro smiled warmly at him, trying his best to calm the dragon. "It's not for me," he stated, "It will hurt less if I don't mount you dry the same way you did me." Part of that was a lie, somewhere in the back of the purple dragon's mind, the idea of his friend's maw wrapped around his girth made his cock twitch a little.

Flame was still staring at him in disbelief, eyes trailing downward just slightly to catch a glimpse at that spire still throbbing up at him. "Y-You want me too..." he said, imagining what another male would taste like, and he had to admit, there was nothing appealing about it.

"Please, Flame." Spyro pleaded, "I promise I'm just trying to make it easier on you."

Flame almost scoffed, but his friend's tone was so genuine, so caring, that he felt bad for doubting him. As he stared at that throbbing girth, he had to admit that Spyro was quite a bit bigger than him in that department, and it had been nearly an impossible squeeze to get his dick up under the purple dragon's tail when he had tried. He imagined it was going to be the same for Spyro to do to him, and for a moment he almost felt like turning back on their deal.

With a sigh, Flame looked up at him. "You aren't going to cum... A-Are you?"

Spyro fought hard to keep himself from showing any obvious signs how excited he was that Flame was considering it, not wanting to off-put the dragon when he was so close to getting what he wanted. "No, I promise. I just need some help getting my member slick so that I can enter you easier." It still surprised him how easy it was for him to talk about fucking his friend, obviously not as enthused as he was about the situation.

There was still quite a bit of trepidation on the red dragon's mind as he looked back down at that cock, all the hormones that had clouded his judgement the night before still there, but considerably less since he had gotten his release. Deciding the longer he stared at spire, the worse it was going to get, he began to lower his head, cheeks burning a bit as it started to sink in what he was about to do.

Spyro's heart leapt in his chest as that head began to sink down, cock visibly bobbing up to try and greet that muzzle as it lowered no matter how hard he was trying to hold himself back. The purple dragon couldn't help looking down to watch, already eager to feel the tongue of someone else besides his mate that he wouldn't get in trouble for.

With that cock pointing up at his snout, Flame was far less excited. Already his nose was filling with Spyro's potent male scent, serving as a pungent reminder of where he was and what he was about to do. Slowly his mouth opened, trying so hard to will his tongue to leave his maw, but his eyes locked onto that swollen tip kept it from moving. Finally, the red had to close his eyes, tongue slowly creeping out of his maw and blindly into the air in search of it's target. An eternity passed and still he was just futilely probing his muscle around to try and find that length. Then, he felt his tongue graze along warm flesh, smearing up against the underside of it as the pulsing warmth almost dropped down against it.

Spyro had been watching intently through the whole thing, unblinking eyes gazing down as his friends tongue slid from his maw to find his cock. Admittedly, the purple dragon had pulled away so that he would have to stretch his oral muscle far from between his lips so that he could lean back in and set his shaft down on top of the writhing muscle, and feel it glide along the cumbaring vein of his member. It was hard not to groan for him, but he wouldn't do anything to risk causing his friend to pull away.

As his taste buds ground against the underbelly of that prick, Flame was treated to his first taste of another male, and it was nearly overwhelming. The beads of pre that had been drooling down Spyro's cock made sure that his prick was coated in his virile flavor, now scraping along the red dragon's tongue and causing him to wince. Once more his eyes peeled open, almost having to whine at the sight of his tongue pressed up against the other male's.

Flame knew he could just end this quickly if he worked fast, though, his shame overcome by his want to be done as his tongue began to quickly lather all along the sides, bottom, and top of that shaft. He could even hear a few pleasure strangled gasp from Spyro when he grazed over the swollen tip, doing his best to ignore them.

That tongue felt heavenly, Spyro almost trembling from the feel of the warm, wet flesh attacking his member, but he knew he wanted more. If the red dragon's tongue felt like this, he knew inside that muzzle would feel ten times as good. "If this is going to work, you're going to have to use your mouth, Flame." The statement wasn't completely true, the fact that his cock was beginning to glisten with saliva meaning that it wouldn't be long before he would be ready to try and mount his friend. Spyro hoped that Flame wouldn't catch on to that, however, needing to feel more of what his friends mouth could do if it was sucking down his spire.

Those red eyes flicked up to look at him, definitely able to see the hesitation in Flame's expression as he pulled his tongue away from Spyro's cock, and for a moment the purple dragon thought he had spoiled their fun. Well... His fun that is. When the red dragon leaned in and pressed his lips against the tip of his spire, however, it caught the purple dragon completely off guard. He had been hoping for exactly that, but as the head of his member slipped inside that welcoming wet prison, he let out a very audible groan, no longer able to hold back.

Underneath him, Flame was beginning to feel the effects on his body of both the scent and taste of that male wafting through his senses. The constant urge of the breeding season roiling about inside of him beginning to grow as he felt that length starting to slip up into his snout and over his tongue. Flame was a little unaware of what was happening, something inside of him pushing him forward as inch after inch of that rod was disappearing into his muzzle, once more that tongue curling up around the sides of it to try and coat the warm flesh in his drool.

That flesh grinding against his was driving the purple dragon to incredibly new heights, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep from moaning, but Flame's tongue forced out more than a couple from the purple dragon's maw. Each time that tongue glided across the ridges of his member sent shivers up his spine and the male slid his hips forward and inch or so more.

Flame didn't even notice as his mouth filled with more of that length, so focused on finishing the task at hand so all of this came to an end, tongue furiously lathering over that prick. A few times he even had to suckle down on it, his mouth filling with saliva and pre that he was forced to swallow, a part of him instantly regretting the decision as he realized that he had just drank some of his best friend's cum.

The sound of the red dragon swallowing instantly filled Spyro's ears, the drake glancing down at his friend with wide eyes as he felt him suckle upon his cock. The purple dragon moaned, a rather large rope of his slick pre lancing from the head of his cock to fill Flame's muzzle with more of the goop, eager to see if he would indeed swallow it again.

Once more his snout was washed in that musky male flavor, Flame closing his eyes to try and block it out as his throat instinctually opened up to let the slime roll down his gullet. The feeling left him confused, part of him screaming for more while his less lust-crazed side reminded him that is was his friends cock he was currently sucking on. So lost in his thoughts was he that he didn't notice that Spyro had placed a paw on the back of his head, eyes shooting open wide as he was pressed downward onto that spire and the tip prodded the back of his throat, instantly causing him to gag.

Flame yanked his head back, pulling Spyro's prick from his maw as he coughed a couple times and glared at his friend. "H-Hey?!"

Spyro gave him a guilty smile, inwardly berating himself for trying to force his friend to take more of his cock. "S-Sorry," he responded, "It just felt so good..."

Flame rubbed a paw at his throat, cheeks turning an even brighter red to hear his friend openly admit that he had been enjoying the snout job he was giving to him. Glancing down at his pre and saliva coated member, he cleared his throat. "I think that's good enough..." he stated, more not wanting to put his mouth around that length again, still able to vividly feel the pressure it had put against his throat.

Spyro nodded, not about to try and push the issue or get him to continue, beginning to worry that if he did then Flame would back out of their agreement entirely. A few moments of silence passed between the two before the purple dragon spoke up again, this time struggling to voice his thoughts. "C-Could you turn around then?" he asked, not wanting to waste anymore time before he got his release.

There was some hesitation from the red male, remembering that they were only half done and now came the part he really wasn't looking forward too. A part of him reminded the drake that it had been his idea in the first place, and admittedly he was still curious to know what it would feel like to have another male mount him. Gradually, he stood and began to turn his back toward his friend, never imagining how difficult it would be to lift his tail for the other dragon, the limb feeling like it weighed a ton as he arched it up higher over his back.

Spyro took far less time to move up behind the dragon as his tail raised up over his rump, eyes staring down at the tight ring hidden beneath before he raised up onto his hinds and dropped his chest down onto the middle of Flame's back. His paws hooked around his middle, pulling the red back into him a bit and working his spire up underneath his tail till he could feel the soft pink flesh pressed against the tip of his black prick.

Flame couldn't stop the whine that escaped his muzzle, the purple dragon much more insistent on mounting him than he had been the previous night before, worrying that Spyro might try and take him too quickly. As that warm tip prodded at his tailhole, however, he was able to breath a little easier as his friend pausing to let him brace himself, and give him the go ahead. "J-Just be careful..."

The pressure against the red drake's pucker began to increase as Spyro nodded, hips leaning forward so the saliva coated head of his member began to push up against that rim and dimple in the scales around it. Flame gasped, eyes open wide as he ground his teeth together and tried with all his might to relax so that Spyro could push inside. Luckily, the purple dragon had been right, that slick pre mixed cocktail coating his shaft easing open the dragon's rump till the head of his member popped inside and he groaned, instantly able to feel that warmth surrounding the tip of his tool as his hips continued to feed up more of it into that tight ring.

Flame mewled beneath him, that dragon over his rear never stopping for a moment as more and more of his cock was pushed up into the red's bowels, giving him a full sensation the likes of which he had never known before. Spyro's cock peeled open his innards to mold against the sides of his cock, every bump and ridge along the black length felt in excruciating detail as it sunk deep into his rectum.

"Sh-Shit, Spyro..." he hissed, one of his hind legs lifting up off of the ground to try and alleviate the pressure building up inside of his ass, but it was only replaced as more of that girth pried open his tailhole.

For a moment, Flame thought the cock slipping into his rump was never going to end, likely an exaggeration, but it felt like he was pushing straight up into his stomach. Then the thick knot pressed tight right up against his pucker, and he gasped in relief to know that there was nothing left to be shoved up his rear.

Spyro on the other hand was eager to feel more, knot grinding up against the red's undertail as he shifted his hind legs around and began to draw his hips back. The drag of his flesh as he pulled out of his friend's ass making him groan loudly before stuffing it back in with a solid 'plap'.

Flame yelped, not ready for Spyro to set into a steady pace of thrusting so soon, sharp twinges of pain lancing up his spine as the purple dragon began to rut him slowly, but firmly. "Spy... Spyro... W-Wait a second..." he whimpered, listening to the slap of the other dragon thighs against his hips each time he hilted that length into him.

The words fell on deaf ears, however, Spyro long having passed the point of being pent-up, and now his body was screaming for release in his ears, blocking out the whimpers of his friend as his hips continued to rock back and forth. Each ridge along his prick was slurping in and out of that impossibly tight hole, the dragon keeping his thrusts strong, but slow to let the red acclimate to being drilled by another male. Afterall, he still remembered what it had felt like for him.

There was obviously no pleading with the dragon for Flame, grunting in a mixture of pain and pleasure as over and over his friend sawed his cock down deep into his bowels, slow enough to let the walls start to close back up before that swollen length would barrel back down and pry them apart. The red drake had never expected it to feel as good as it did, however, his own cock having abandoned it's home and now swayed back and forth underneath him with every firm buck of Spyro's hips.

The purple dragon felt he had waited long enough, hips beginning to pick up the pace as his knot started to bounce more firmly off of Flame's pucker, the resounding 'slap' driving him onward as little by little he was beginning to truly fuck his best friend. His whole frame trembled with every heavy stroke of his hips, driving that knot up against his undertail so firmly that he almost lifted Flame's hinds off the ground.

The red dragon was trying hard not to squeal, his friend pounding down into his ass harder than he ever thought was possible, forgetting how much raw power the purple dragon had. "Spyro!" he gasped, gritting his teeth. "R-Remember we agreed... No knot..." A sharp squeak escaped him, a well angled thrust grinding the head of that member hard into his walls so that the red dragon's cock leapt beneath him and lanced out his pre across the ground.

The words were barely registered by the lust filled dragon, continuing to buck his hips up hard against that pucker so that each time, his knot was stretching it open a little farther than his cock could manage. "I won't..." he growled, so lost in his own pleasure that he wasn't even sure what he was agreeing too. All he could focus on was that tight grip grinding up and down his prick each time he yanked his cock from the red dragon's hole to ram it back inside.

There was a serious amount of doubt in Flame's mind, hearing Spyro assure him he wouldn't knot him, but that fat ball of flesh jamming up hard under his tail was singing a different tune. "S-Spyro?" he whined, but before he could say anything else, the purple drake began to ream down into his rear, causing Flame to mewl loudly.

His claws sank down into the soil, fores clamping tightly around the red's hips as his hind end became a blur. He was snarling, teeth bared as he jackhammered his cock up under that tail with all his might, knot wedging in hard against that rim so that it was starting to push a ways inside. A few pleading words fell on the dragon's ears as he continued to piston his cock through his friends pucker, but he never slowed down for a moment as his weight was forcing Flame's front down to the ground.

The red dragon found himself chest first in the grass, claws tearing into the soil as that male pounded him into the ground as if he were breeding a female, and at that point, that was exactly what Spyro was doing. He was set into his rut, the breeding season, mixed with the sensations of having been fucked the night before driving him into a frenzy of lust and desire until with a powerful slam of his hips, that knot was drove down into Flame's rear and sealed them together as his cock began to empty the contents of his balls into the dragon's bowels.

Flame squealed as his ass was spread open wide so forcefully, that fullness he had experienced increasing tenfold as he was forced to take the pulsing swollen orb up past his rim. He could feel his pucked closeup behind it as the knot swelled even further to make sure the two of them were tied together as his insides were flooded with the gooey, sticky warmth flooding from the tip of Spyro's cock. It took only moments before he was completely filled to the brim with the thick spunk, only it couldn't seep out past that cork in his ass and every slimy rope pushed it deeper into his guts.

Spyro was a groaning, trembling mass above his friend, every throb of his cock rolling up another heavy salvo of his cream to dump into Flame's rear, balls cinched up tight between his thighs as they made sure to give the red every drop they could. Well after he had become a well stuffed dragon, did Spyro's climax finally begin to ebb down to a close and he panted heavily above his friend.

Flame was left limp against the ground, head resting in the soft grass as he felt Spyro spend the last of his seed into his gurgling, cum filled gut. He could feel the slick sperm slosh around within him, as well as the steady pulse of the purple dragon's spire still trapped inside his rear as he laid there, growling a bit to himself that he was not stuck to the dragon's groin, likely for a while too.

That growl caught Spyro's attention, glancing down at his friend who was glaring back up at him, giving him a sheepish smile as he realized he had tied with the other male. "Sorry," he said, panting down at him as he tested their tie, reaffirming they were truly stuck together as his cock pulled a bit at that pucker.

A huff escaped Flame, closing his eyes as that orb pulled back inside him just to stay firmly lodged within. "I-It's fine..." he hissed, causing Spyro to lower his hips again. "Just don't move around like that." Despite his agitation, Flame was more embarrassed about the fact that he was actually tied to another male like he was a female that Spyro had tried to knock up. That massive ball keeping all of his seed locked down inside of him so that the sperm would take root. Those cheeks only turned redder at the thought of being discovered like this, a willing male with his best friend balls deep in his ass as they sat tied together in the forest.

Thank the ancestors that no one else knew where they had gone...